Zompania Draft - Draftees only, days 1-3.5

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: This is your death. Followed by your time-traveling life and desperate bomb hunting.
When: From May 22 to May 20 to early May 23 (days 1-4)
Where: Zompania
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post is for the draftee-only portion of the Zompania draft--the day 3 death, time travel to day 1, and then the events until the arrival of the reinforcements. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Please note that there is a specific top-level comment thread for:

• The day 3 arrival of the draftees and the 6 hours that follow until the bomb is dropped
  
• Death--This thread can be treated as REFERENCE ONLY. Responding to it isn't necessary.
  
• Threads prior to departing for Zompania--post resurrection freak outs, arguments over how to proceed, etc.

All other threading, from day 1 until the reinforcements arrive, should be conducted as normal.

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

Comments

[cajunspice]

Ah cherie, 'lways knew there was an optimist under all that make up 'nd black spiky clothing. [Trying to keep it light, trying not to think of what the hell they had just been through, trying not to dread what was to come.]

[touchofrogue]

[Tired, mock indignation.] Sounds ta me like you been thinkin' a bit too much 'bout what's underneath my make-up and clothing.

[cajunspice]

[Did she really go there without any prompt from him? She must be really shaken up. Hell, he was too, and Remy was so ready not to even answer that in the same joking manner, it felt like too much effort. But it was expected of him, and who was he to disappoint.]

[So instead he let out a chuckle.] Ya make that sound like a bad thing, Roguey.

[touchofrogue]

I might need therapy. [She drawled and gave a mock shudder before reaching out and tapping Gambit's chest with two fingers.] Be here an' now. I know you're good at it. The best. Be here an' now, and I'll try to do the same thing, an' we'll kick some Cultist ass.

[cajunspice]

Yes ma'am, [He played up his accent to add in the long Southern drawl to that word.] That I can do.

Ya yell if ya need a hand, or a charge. Or a bad joke, hein?

[touchofrogue]

Oh sure. She gives him a smile and taps his chest one more time before dropping her hand.] I'll know just who ta holler for. Or at. [She adds like it's an afterthought.] Meantime, I've gotta get back. Wanna hear what kind of plans are bein' thought up.

[cajunspice]

Don't me me keep ya. [Remy waved her off, but stopped as the conversation turned.]

Oui, what's happenin'. [Better to have a plan then rely on dumb luck and making it up as you went along.]

[touchofrogue]

[A quick smile over her shoulder.]

No one's stoppin' you from comin' along.

[And she starts heading towards where the planners are planning.]

[cajunspice]

[Pushing himself away from the tree with a groan of effort, Remy matched his pace to walk by her side.] With an invite like that, how can I refuse?

[Lets see whats being plotted then.]