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

[rashness]

[ - THREE DAYS EARLIER? He recoils a bit, and while his hand is still outstretched, his eyes bug out a bit and his tail goes straight up ]

[gunkonmyboot]

[That's surprising compared to a week loss? Oh hey, he has a tail. He tosses the book over his head. Better catch it before it hits the head first.]

[rashness]

-Oh, you're a jerk!

[ And he leaps! He leaps to try and collect the book in the jump. He can do it. He... can... do it...! Or at least he figures he can ]

[gunkonmyboot]

[At least be thankful, name calling never phased him anyway. Like he cared, and probably the reason why he can't get along with people. But after that bomb, it became serious. Even after he shared the information, he would let the individual decide. Taking orders wasn't his thing and he doesn't plan to bark any. He waited until the kid finally grasped the book and read the entry.]

What will you do next?

[He asked while he leaned against a tree with arms crossed.]

[rashness]

[ Well, it seems the very first thing is- yell at John AND SENT.

There, he feels much better to have sent that with Seventeen's journal ]

[gunkonmyboot]

Yelling, seriously?

[Which he didn't mind Rin yelling in it. John's a dick. No words could express what Seventeen wanted to say to John.]

Anyway, if you're done using it, I like it back.

[rashness]

Fine, whatever. [ And he throws the book back at the other guy. And after that, he looks thoughtful instead. So... they're ... in the past? and they died? ... ]

What even... it makes no sense.

[gunkonmyboot]

[He catches his book back effortless. He turns his back against him. When he responds, he turns only his head towards him with a simple and plain tone. It's not the first time he died, sort of.]

Like anything here makes sense to begin with. I mean, come on, just look at these things. [Seventeen thumbs his back while ruffling his light-blue wings a bit.]

[rashness]

That's totally different from time travel, man.

[ Duh ]

[gunkonmyboot]

How so?

[Please, enlighten him.]

[rashness]

Because you can see the wings.

[ duh ]

1/2

[gunkonmyboot]

[Is this guy for real...]

[gunkonmyboot]

That's the most dumbest answer.

[rashness]

No it's not! You can see wings, so you can remember them! Time is see through, so that's harder to get!

[gunkonmyboot]

[He's trying not to laugh but that smirk ain't helping.]

Your logic is see through too!

[rashness]

Of course it is! You can't see logic, it's just on the air, like when you say stuff. [ Obviously. Everyone knows sound is on the air ]

[gunkonmyboot]

[Did... that just went over his head? He's just starts walking away for good reasons, like migraines.]

You really are an idiot.

[rashness]

No I ain't.

[ JERK . . .

But fine, whatever, walk off. See if he cares.

( did he really die ) ]