TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: All hell breaks loose
When: From the 27th to the 1st.
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the second to sixth day! Be sure to check the info post on the timeline to know what's up. At 2AM on the 27th, the attack will break out while most people are sleeping. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Some random NPC quotes about the island itself.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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[bionically]

[Hardly. He chuckles, her touch evoking a light, reserved smile.]

When all this is over, how about we have lunch? For real this time. No shifts, no Malnosso bullshit.

[The idea had come up before, he recalls, when he had approached her to clarify things in regards to his shift-induced behaviour.]

Then we can call it even. [Kind of. He will feel indebted to her until the favour is properly returned. No good deed goes unforgotten.]

[windandrain]

That sounds lovely, and I'd like that very much.

[She really meant it, and she'll be happy to have lunch with him. And call it even. As a friend and nothing more.]

That sounds perfectly reasonable, Nathan. I'll be glad to join a friend for lunch.

[bionically]

It's a date. Could use a little something to shake up my routine.

[And get in touch with his fellow man (and woman). He knew, in his more emotionally troubled moments, that he could become too involved in physical activities and pass up on healthy social diversions. Fighting here and now helps him find release in some ways, but this is only part of the solution - and a temporary one at that - to coping with personal struggles.]

[windandrain]

I could too.

[She claps him gently on the back.]

We should get you to the infirmary though, I'd feel better knowing if the damage was extensive.

[bionically]

[He instinctively straightens a little with that light back-pat of camaraderie largely due to his keen awareness of his wings and the back port between them. The gesture gets a small chuckle out of him, though, being one he has received far more often from his male friends.]

That makes two of us. Let’s do this.

[windandrain]

[She turns and heads off then, letting him lean on her as needed. Thankfully, no more enemies trouble them too much...]