Zompania Draft: Coming Home

[frost_jewel]

Who: Anyone drafted to Zompania, or recruited as reinforcements, or left behind in the village. SO. Everybody!
What: The draftees and reinforcements return to the village.
When: May 26, early early in the morning
Where: Back in Luceti
Summary: Most draftees and reinforcements return to Luceti in the very early hours; now, instead of a medevac site for the draft, the village is a welcome (?) refuge from the nightmare of Zompania for its own. There's a high likelihood it still looks a lot like it has in the past few days; those in the fight didn't even get a chance to shower before returning.

(This is the place for all your post-draft trauma and reunions and every other thing. Have fun! And don't forget to entry-tag your character.)

Comments

[lostinmyway]

[Grune hasn't been on very many drafts, but she's been in enough. And before, on the Legacy, there was a war. She knows what would had to have happened to make Ginia's notebook look like that. And that means Ginia wouldn't have had a nice time on the draft at all.

She looks up.]

Would you like a hug?

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia pauses, unsure how to answer. While one part of her shies away from contact and warmth, another part of her wants to remember what warmth is.

Practicality and a hint of fear win out.]

I don't want to ruin your clothes.

[lostinmyway]

[She looks confused. Why that that stop her from giving her friend a hug?]

It's all right. I have more at home.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Because logic and reasons. Ginia gives another quick, urgent shake of her head. Not now, please don't make things difficult, Grune.]

I need to go. My dog and roommate are waiting.

[lostinmyway]

[At that headshake, Grune stays where she is. She doesn't quite understand, but if Ginia doesn't want a hug right now, then she shouldn't try to give her one.]

All right. I hope you can have a very nice rest. [She smiles.] Thank you for all your hard work.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Hard work. Ginia would laugh if she could. But there's no energy for laughter, for smiles, for anything but a tired nod. She raises her hand and waves before turning to drag onward.

'Oh, Grune, if you knew everything I did out there, you'd never want to talk to me again.']