TERRACE Draft - Day 1

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Arrival at TERRACE
When: The first day, from 8AM to the wee hours of the night
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the first day, before the attack. Remember, characters here are not expecting an attack and are under the impression they will be going to Region 1 to fight. During this day, draftees will be restricted to T6 and T7 and not permitted access to other areas.

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[endgames]

Don't joke, Masaomi.

[generalflirt]

Who's joking. [And then he tosses the pokeball with Rhydon in it at Shikamaru's face]

[endgames]

[He catches it before it can get an inch from his face, adrenaline-charged reflex. Looking at the object in his hand, he can kind of remember...]

This isn't like home. I'm not fit. I don't remember much about anyone in this room save for you, much less the strategies for fighting this kind of enemy.

[generalflirt]

You've got a whole day or two before we deploy, Shikamaru-kun. Give it some time, I'm sure you'll be as excellent as ever. [With a little shrug and a shake of his head] Now as much as I'm sure the ladies appreciate it, you might want to get dressed.

[endgames]

[Wow, he got a shirt on, that's good enough.

But no. He's eying the showers, actually. He's not covered in dirt and grime like he remembers, but it still feels like it's been a while. And he needs a place to think.]

Where are you going, after this?

[generalflirt]

[Possibly intentionally, possibly to highlight Shikamaru's new shortness, and definitely oblivious to how suspect this could look, he leans in and down to be centimeters from Shikamaru's face, smiling broadly]

Wherever you're going, obviously. I'm here to follow you.

[endgames]

[It succeeds in getting his attention back, if that's what he wanted. His eyebrows furrowed at the proximity, but stunned by something else entirely.

This world isn't real is drowned out, for the time being. This is my friend echoes loudly.

He nods stiffly.]

Okay. [The thought settles in further, and he nods again. He can't match that smile, but it's definitely firmer this time.]

[generalflirt]

Good, now go show off for those co-ed showers! Tally ho! [He takes a step back and then cocks his arm back as if he were going to smack Shikamaru's ass. Instead he sticks his tongue out and makes to skip off to see other people]

[endgames]

[...man that was weird even for him.

Shikamaru watches Masaomi go off, either ignoring or ignorant of the looks he's getting. He looks down at the clothes in his hands; the metal plate sewn into one sleeve of his shirt, and the shinobi emblem that replaced the long familiar leaf.

It's dinged up. He wipes it clean of smudges with his shirt and heads for the showers. Time to focus, and to think.]