[Voice, Locked to Residents]

[malnosso]

[At approximately 4AM in the morning of the 25th, the journals will suddenly blare with the sound of an alarm, followed quickly by this message:]

Attention, Region Six. This is an emergency. The following occupants are required to report to the teleporters in one hour to act as a reserve force for an unscheduled battle located in Region Eleven, designation Vaskoth.

[A list of names is posted.]

Those who refuse will be forcibly dragged, and we take no responsibility for any injuries obtained should that happen. Anyone not summoned will not be accepted, either as additional forces or as replacements for someone else. Weaponry and equipment not native to this world is incompatible with the nature of your location, and will therefore not be permitted. Suitable replacements may be available to you at your destination. You will rendezvous with Specialist Davis upon arrival, and he will direct you from there.

I repeat, you have one hour. Don't waste your preparation time with pointless questions. Get moving.


[ooc: as stated, the commandant won't answer willy-nilly, so this post can be used for draft prep if you want! Also the full draft details a HERE, for anyone who missed it!]

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[alloys]

[He opens the canteen and peers in side, before smiling weakly.]

Giving away your most precious commodity already?

[touchofrogue]

I'll consider it a loan.

[She frowned at him, concerned. Don't think she missed that part about what, exactly, they weren't allowed to bring on this draft. Or who was coming with them.]

[alloys]

[He notices the look, and he takes that opportune moment to take a swig of the coffee, clearing his throat and handing the canteen back to her.]

There, I'll--owe you. One swig of coffee.

[touchofrogue]

Noted.

[She reclaimed the canteen.]

Where's Pepper?

[alloys]

[His jaw tightens.]

I didn't leave her to get taken by the droids, if that's what you're asking. [A conscious pause.] She's...here.

[touchofrogue]

Yes, Tony. That's exactly what I'm asking.

[She's too tired for this nonsense.]

How's she doin'?

[alloys]

[He kind of is, too. Even if sarcastic answers are so much easier to own up to with their indirect truth.]

Taking it like a champ.

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue just nods.]

Mia'll be with us right off. She said Ami was a good one ta stick to with the medics - the woman can defend herself and others.

[alloys]

[A slow, heavy nod.]

I'll make sure Pepper has a weapon.

[Just. In case.]

[touchofrogue]

Can't hurt. [She said, returning a similar nod. Glancing around, her gaze landed back on Pepper. She tilted her head over to her.]

Go'n back. I'll talk to you out there.

[alloys]

Right. Out there. [And whatever the hell was waiting for them.

And he starts to head back over, tossing something hopefully casual over his shoulder.]

Bring your A game.

[Don't you dare get hurt.]

[touchofrogue]

There's another game?

[She called after him.

You too.]