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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[hippocraticly]

[ hectic as his kidnapping back on the sixteenth might've been for the people left behind, Doctor McCoy's return to the enclosure is much more low-key, especially in comparison to the flurry of activity the draft announcement has provoked in the community.

not that he's aware of any of this -- he regains consciousness in the afternoon and shifts experimentally on the couch to begin with, feeling the weight of Cupcake on his chest and something bulky protruding amongst the cushions and doing a damn good job of digging into his back, as he bitterly considers what they might've done to him this time.

grimacing, he digs around the cushions with his hand and pulls out a rubix cube. McCoy eyes it questionably and tosses it to the side with a flick of his wrist. ]

... Unbelievable.

[slaying]

...You're back.

[ her heart soars -- just for a moment. long enough to remember what relief feels like before reality comes crashing back down on her head.

buffy is in the doorway. just returned home. she swallows hard and stares at mccoy. ]

[hippocraticly]

[ McCoy freezes in his attempts to pluck the protesting cat off and cranes his neck around to the doorway. he's quiet -- just for a moment -- before he cocks an eyebrow and gripes at her affectionately. ]

That should be my line, Summers.

[slaying]

...Been here since Monday. [ a deep breath. ] I was surprised to here you were gone.

[floralphantasm]

[Standing in her gardens, looking at the sun. What a peaceful day. Today is the perfect day for gardening. But then again, what day isn't

[vulcanblazer]

[Adell passes by, on patrol, trying to clear his head. Another draft, and a sea battle. Something he's never dealt with before. It's on his mind, but he's sure he can handle it, so long as he's careful.

Either way, he'll pass by Yuuka's massive garden of flowers... actually, it had been awhile since he went this way, so he stops when he sees the flowers in bloom so brightly. He'll admire it for a moment before he catches sight of Yuuka in the midst of it.]

...Is this your garden?

[floralphantasm]

Indeed it is.

[Oh drat, typical of someone to bother her at such a time. As always the calm and polite facade is up, a smile firmly plastered over her face.]

Do the flowers take your fancy per chance, or were you merely passing by?

[vulcanblazer]

[Yup. No one is allowed a moment of introspection around here.]

Well, I was just passing by, but I must say I'm really impressed. It's beautiful.

[A shame Flonne isn't around to see this.]

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[justaddmarbles]

[ once upon a forgotten time, Glitch had advised a queen through a war. he'd been no military expert, but he had provided her with logic, counsel, and occasionally weaponish gadgetry. those days are long gone now, and all he has left to show for them is a frayed and dilapidated uniform coat.

he knew enough military etiquette to realize that wouldn't do, so he collected a sewing kit from the shops and set about the rather hopeless task of repairing the mess of torn seams, shredded braiding, and missing clasps.

after an hour with no progress beyond some very uneven stitching on the tails, he gives up and turns to his journal. ]

Anyone good with sewing? I've got a thing that I need help with.

[ the handwriting is sloppy, in the way that it looks like it belongs to someone with excellent penmanship who...happens to be a bit drunk. or more accurately that of a nobleman with half-a-brain. ]

[written ]

[manmade_angel]

I'm not very good, but I know most of the basics... what do you need help with?

[written ]

[justaddmarbles]

My coat. It's seen better days, and I wanted to spiff it up a bit before this whole draft thing.

[written ]

[manmade_angel]

Oh! I could probably do that. I sew up holes in clothes all the time!

[ledbythewind]

[Another draft. Richard hates them to begin with, especially so after his experience on the last one he was sent on. That had been several of the most miserable days of his life even with Asbel, Sanji and Tear around to look after him.

This time, though, it won't be just Asbel there. Sophie, Cheria, Hubert and Pascal have all been drafted as well, and while he's glad for their presence, he's not at all sure that he wants them to have to go through a draft-- Sophie in particular. It's clear that she doesn't even understand exactly what it was they're fighting FOR.

Of course, this also means that Isamu will be left at home all alone, something else Richard really doesn't want. It's a bad situation either way and it's worrying him. In the meantime, he'll occupy himself making preparations around the house, venturing out to the stores when there's something that he feels he needs, and just generally being somewhat broody. Such is his life, apparently.]

[asterism_angel]

[Richard isn't the only one who's dreading the draft; Cheria isn't too pleased with this situation either. On the one hand, she's glad to be with her friends- so they can all look out for one another. On the other hand, she'd rather there were no need to protect them at all. She'd rather they were safe in the village

[ledbythewind]

[And enter Richard will, lured by those delicious scents. It's clear Cheria's been putting a lot of hard work into this dinner, something he's very grateful for-- he knows she must be just as worried as he is, likely more as this is her first draft and Asbel and Sophie are being sent as well. It's just like her to put the welfare of everyone else before her own. Really, it's no wonder she earned the nickname of "angel."

He'll just stand quietly for a moment, surveying the scene and the ingredients everywhere before smiling a little.]

No yakitoridon, Miss Cheria?

[Because he knows that's her favorite.]

[asterism_angel]

Oh! [She looks up sharply, making it rather evident that she hadn't noticed Richard was standing there. Once she's turned her head to glance at him, though, her expression of surprise is replaced by a smile.]

Ah, Richard... [She straightens up to face him properly.] I chose not to prepare that today. It seems... pointless to put in all that effort just for myself when I'm better off spending it on everyone else's dishes.

[raizanshou]

[Of course with such a fantastic opportunity like the amusement park presenting itself, there had to be something to offset it. And that something was the Draft

[asterism_angel]

[Cheria is already waiting for him at the house. She's sitting in the living room, her hands resting on top of the closed journal in her lap. Her thoughts had been wandering and she'd been gazing blankly at the ground before her, but the moment she hears the door slam, her head jerks upwards.]

Asbel? Is that you?

[raizanshou]

[Asbel hadn't been expecting anyone else to actually be in the house, figuring they'd still be off enjoying themselves still. So naturally, he's surprised to see Cheria home.]

Cheria...

[asterism_angel]

[Oh, the amusement park had been very nice, but once Cheria had heard of the draft announcement, she'd hurried straight home. Her friends are more important to her than having fun.]

Have you... started preparing for the draft?