We are the named and we are known

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Arriving at the dorms
When: 26th
Where: Dorms, location unknown
Summary: Dorm information is here. This is your room!
Rating: PG... we hope?Your characters are shuffling off to their rooms. Each room has their name beside it and only they can open the door. People can only enter their room if they're allowed in (or they

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[slaying]

[ buffy does what she usually does during these arrivals. she leaves her door open -- just in case someone needs to talk some last minute shop -- and sits on the edge of the bed that isn't really her bed, going through her weapons. most are scattered on the bed around her. the red scythe, a few swords, a crossbow, a mace.

this time there is also a (incredibly hopeful, really) carafe of coffee sitting on one of the room's tables with two overturned cups. ]

/will be SO SLOW sorry

[lists_to_port]

[Their rooms aren't all that far away from each other, given the last names, and Jack knocks softly once he arrives. He had gone calmly when called, not resisting at all. You might be able to flirt with Destiny or persuade her or fool her for a little while, but you can't resist her in the end. That was a lesson Tia Dalma had taught him.]

'Allo, Buffy?

oh gosh no worries.

[slaying]

[ she is checking over the mechanisms of the crossbow when jack knocks. buffy looks up, her fingers trapped in the work and so she stands with the weapon balanced oddly on her hip. the going is a little delicate but it won't take her long to finish. ]

Jack. [ there is an internal struggle over just how she should play this. ] Come in.

[lists_to_port]

[The pirate swaggers in in his usual way and eyes that crossbow. He hasn't seen her since the night of the lesson.]

Ready to shoot things I see.

[slaying]

Believe it or not, I'm taking a piece of advice from Dawn. She said something about focusing on the bow 'cause you don't really need the strength in that department. So, meet plan B. [ buffy carefully lifts the crossbow and aims it (demonstratively) at the back of the room, checking the sights and alignment. with a sigh, she lowers it and begins fiddling with the tension again. ]

There's coffee on the table if you want a cup.

[lists_to_port]

[Jack doesn't make a move toward the coffee, yet.] Wise woman, your Dawn. Has she arrived yet?

[slaying]

[ buffy nods because although dawn hasn't tagged in yet she certainly would not have transported sans her sister. ] I'm trying not to crowd her. Operative word being try.

[lists_to_port]

Might I have a look at your weapon, Annie?

[slaying]

You know crossbows?

[ she holds it out to him. ]

[lists_to_port]

Been shot at with them, haven't I? [Jack takes it from her and examines the mechanism, taking aim, as Buffy did, at the wall.] How fast does she reload?

[slaying]

It's finicky, but I'm fast. I use the style a lot back home. A projectile wooden stake? Kinda ideal for my line of work.

[ she's hovering. to solve this, she falls back to the coffee and pours herself a cup. lots of sugar and lots of cream. ]

[lists_to_port]

Mmhmm. [He lays the weapon against his shoulder and looks back at her. Would the shifts interfere with this speed?] Mine? Black.

...Please.

[slaying]

[ what she hasn't told anyone non-sunnydale beyond derek is that the shifts would interfere with both her speed and her aim. she won't be as terrible as she had been back during the test on her eighteenth birthday -- since then, she has had directed non-slayer training. but it won't be pretty.

still, she is keen on maintaining the facade of okayness. ] Taking the magic word for a spin, hmm? [ she holds out an untampered with cup of joe. ]

[lists_to_port]

[He takes it, then moves quickly back, placing the crossbow on the bed. Their conversation of the other night is still on his mind, and it takes a lot to appear calm about things. To match her nonchalance, when frowning and pacing are in order.] Mmm.

I suppose I should return to my room; look over the charts.

[Looking over charts was always helpful in stressful situations. It gave the mind an outlet.]

[slaying]

Stay. Finish your coffee first. [ she urges, pulling a chair out from behind the little table. ] The charts are just gonna be useless about ten minutes into the whole thing and things start going topsy turvy.

[lists_to_port]

Doesn't mean they don't demand a bit of studying.

[He does sit, though, staring at the cooling cup of liquid in his hands.] I've my compass. Will you call me if things turvy?