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]

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.]