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]

I know what I would prefer, mais we came to the 'greement that ain't goin' to work. [Pity but Remy wasn't that keen on adding scars to his current collection.] 'nd possibly poor timin' mid battle.

[relictusdeus]

[A pity indeed, especially given how refreshing it is to be able to speak of sex with someone not only unflinching but with an appreciation for it. He chuckles softly through his nose.]

'twouldn't have been the first time I've found a moment in a battle such as this for... lighter entertainment. [He glances coyly over the branch at Remy, or what of him can be seen from that angle.] Not in the thick of it, of course.

[Damn incubi and their stress-relieving distractions. It had happened - though infrequently - while setting up camp in newly-claimed territory while others were responsible for serving as lookouts.]

[cajunspice]

Wouldn't that depend what type of fightin' it be? Could be the 'ppropriate tactic. [Ok Remy, now you're just getting to be an ass and crude. He chuckled at his own poor joke before pushing away from the tree and stretching.]

'll let ya get some rest, cher. Can't have ya nappin' on the field now, we might get swamped otherwise.

[relictusdeus]

[Joke or not, he can only wonder if Remy's speaking from experience.]

And man thinks me cruel. [He remarks with a thin, wry twist to his smile and leans back against the tree’s trunk after a moment, arms still crossed.] Sleep, and may dawn find you alive.

[cajunspice]

[That was a story for another day, as well as figuring out if Remy would be telling the truth or BSing it as he told it.]

Same to ya. [Remy followed it up with that promised over the top bow, using his arm to let his coat flare out before heading back to his own spot to rest.] See ya 'round, cher.