Draft Log #1: Before

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: Everything!
When: Whenever!
Where: Everywhere!
Summary: The draft has been announced, and the players have their parts. Time to get ready.
Rating: It'll probably vary

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[abidinglaw]

[A short while before the voting takes place, Norrington's voice comes over out the journals. His tone is even, but not without strength.]

Residents of Luceti,
I am aware that there will a vote being taken imminently to determine who of those drafted will take command of the ships. Nevertheless, I feel that it is only proper that I suggest a further contingency. To have a fleet under our command is well and good, but a fleet is nothing if it is not united. The perils that we would face if we proceeded independently are innumerable. Without a single voice directing the ships in unison we face the threat that our vessels will be drawn out and surrounded. Alternatively, our enemies may drive their own ships between ours and drive us apart by force, breaking our formation. Furthermore, our offensive might is limited greatly if we do not co-ordinate our efforts. It is for this reason that I suggest that a man be chosen to command the fleet. If there is any other man who feels that he would be well suited to this task then I request that he come forward so that we might discuss this issue. If not, I do humbly submit my own name for consideration. I am an Admiral. This is what I am made for.

Thank you.

[Come visit him pre-, mid- or post- vote if you wish. It's all good.]

[ august 24th; middayish ]

[slaying]

[ buffy reaches out to the admiral over the journal. she has her thanks to give, after all -- and some words to share. perhaps even some questions to ask. ]

James? James. We should meet up.

[abidinglaw]

[Meet up? If she had said; 'we should talk' then he would be there in an instant, no questions asked, but... meet up? It sounds like a social call. He doesn't have the time. For a moment he considers postponing, delaying. After all, he must plan and organize and prepare, and who knows who might call on him with news relevant to the draft following that broadcast? But then, this is Buffy. She masks her words and hides her meanings. Perhaps what she has to say of dire importance -- how could he know?]

I am at home.

[slaying]

[ building six, huh? well -- she should probably pay a visit to angel as well. ]

Twenty minutes. I'll be there. Don't bother putting the kettle on -- I don't like tea.

[abidinglaw]

[He puts the kettle on. If she does like tea now, then by gum she will like it by the time he's through with her. At the ticking by of the twentieth minute there'll be tea and biscuits, milk and sugar, cups and saucers on a tray on the table. He has a few books of maps and lots of pens and pencils and leaves of paper around too, many of the sheets depicting variations on traditional four-ship fleet formations and tactical maneuvers. These objects are laid out on the apartment's main table, but the coffee-table is clear save for its tray. It is here that the admiral waits.]

[slaying]

[ in twenty-five minutes, she's knocking on his door. ]

[abidinglaw]

[And now the tea is getting cold. Good one Buff. He stands and quickly reaches the door.]

You, miss Summers, are late.

[slaying]

I am?

[ she looks at her watch. looks at his face. looks back at her watch. ] Are you sure? [ she knows she was late -- guilt is all over her face. ] I was just...I got a bit caught up at the shops.

[ indeed! there is a canvas bag on one of her arms. ]

[abidinglaw]

The shops.

[He may be mistaken -- but wasn't it she who had organized the meeting time? Had it not been she that had arranged the meeting in the first place?]

[slaying]

The shops. [ she confirms.

and then she holds open her shopping bag for him to see. ] I've got ginger ale, ginger pills, ginger root, ground ginger...ginger snaps, too. I didn't want to take any chances, you see.

[ someone's scared of getting sea sick! ]

[abidinglaw]

[He peers inside. Then he peers at her.]

And do you intend to gorge on all of this immediately prior to the battle? Or consume it during?

[slaying]

[ and in all wide-eyed earnestness: ] Wh-why? Which is better? Do you know?

[abidinglaw]

The root.

[He says, despite having understood her meaning perfectly.]

1/2

[slaying]

...Really?

[ so she rummages into the bag and hauls out the ginger root and -- yes, ladies and gentlemen -- takes a little nibble. ]

2/3 i lied

[slaying]

[ ...yuck. ]

[slaying]

...Maybe it's better peeled.