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

[petreefied]

Eat it too quickly and you'll barf it up.

[It wasn't the time to leisurely enjoy a can of beans, but taking a few extra minutes to calm down and relax wasn't going to hurt at this point.]

If you don't actually sit down, I'll tell Captain when he gets back, and he'll make you eat his share, too.

[wipesfaith]

Yeah, and maybe it'll hit one of those cultist bastards.

[He gives her a quick grin that comes off as more grim than amused before he turns to grab the can opener they'd been lucky enough to scavenge. Then - look at him - he'll grab the nearest chair and wearily plop his ass down into it.]

Could you throw me a can? Doesn't matter what it's of. [He raises his hand, open-palmed, ready to catch.]

[petreefied]

You'll be lucky if your aim is that good. [It's the kind of humor she's used to; better to try and laugh than despair, right?

She'll do as he asks, setting his knapsack down before taking a quick inventory of what they had, selecting a can of beans tossing it to him. If it had been a while since he had properly sat down to eat, he'd need them. She'll take a bottle of water as well, setting it on a shelf near him before going back to the knapsack, laying it on a table and beginning to sort through what he had brought back.]

There's some canned fruit in there if you want some. Captain and Commander don't really care for sweet things, so I doubt they'll mind.

[wipesfaith]

I've been lucky before.

[Like the fact that he's still alive. That's lucky. He catches the can with a bit of fumbling, and upon opening it, he realizes that he shouldn't have sat down because now he doesn't want to get back up, but he lacks a spoon.

Oh well. Bottoms up.

He wipes away the bean juice that is dripping from the corner of his mouth (quite attractively) with the back of his hand as she sorts through the rest of what he'd scavenged.]

If they don't want it, I'll take it.

[petreefied]

[In another situation, Petra might have offered to go find some flatware for him. But they hadn't exactly been outfitted with proper mess kits, and eating beans straight out of the jar was more practical than eating them by hand. She'll say nothing, though it's probably for the best that Levi isn't around for commentary.

It isn't hard to find the cans of fruit they had stashed away, the label decorated in brightly colored peaches and setting it beside the water bottle.]

Don't say that, that's bad luck on its own.

[If asked, Petra wouldn't admit to being superstitious in the least. However, she did believe in luck, and talking about it seemed to always bring bad luck.]

[wipesfaith]

I was joking anyway.

[That un-jinxes it, right?

He snaps off the cap of the water bottle and starts guzzling it down (it's like he didn't realize how thirsty he was until the water hit his mouth), dribbling a bit in his eagerness. God, Jean, what would your poor mother say if she could see you now...]

[petreefied]

[Well. Had they been anywhere else but in the middle of a battlefield, Petra might have made a comment. But they were in the middle of a war zone, how one ate food didn't matter as much as getting it in in the first place.

That won't stop Petra from grabbing a bit of fabric from the pile of makeshift bandages they had made, too small to be of any real use, but too previous to throw away just yet, and handing it to him.]

Don't let Captain catch you eating like that.

[wipesfaith]

[He looks a little sheepish as he wipes his mouth with the scrap of bandage, switching back to the can of beans.]

What is he, my mom?

[...But when he tips the can back to eat more, it's with a little more care than before.]

[petreefied]

I would hope your mom is a bit more tender with you than he is.

[Petra's been scolded before by Levi. More than once. She's learned better since then.]

[wipesfaith]

[He can't decide which thought is more disturbing: his mom shit-talking like the captain, or the captain mollycoddling him like his mom. Yeah. He's definitely pulling a face here. (But no dripping bean juice this time!)]

She's a lot weepier than he is, anyway.

[He is by law required to embarrassed about his mother at this age. And so, prickly words to throw anyone off the scent of affection.]

[petreefied]

[If they were talking about Petra's father, she might be having the same reaction--never mind the fact that she wrote to him constantly, she'd never admit he was her most favorite man.]

I'm sure Captain would have enough handkerchiefs on him to handle her.

[wipesfaith]

Great, and then they can take turns yelling at me to clean my room or something.

[Which is a horrifying mental image, even plopped down in the middle of a goddamn nightmare as they are right now. So he'll just keep gulping down these beans, nearing the bottom of the can.]