[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!]

Comments

[jamesbarnes]

Can't say all it's that unfortunate when I get to take in the sights. [He smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's carrying a bag of his own essentials, minus weapons.] You look like you're all set. Come here often?

[touchofrogue]

[Her mouth twists with fey humor.] The uniform's a carry-over from back home.

[And she twists a little as she says it, just to stand more directly across from him. Try not to stare too much. Though she is in X-Man uniform, the Xes on her shoulders are missing. Rogue won't wear them on drafts.]

But this ain't my first rodeo. [Her gaze flicks over his shoulder for a moment, then back to his face as her own sobers.] I don't have a good feelin' about this one.

[jamesbarnes]

Is that so. Sounds like a place I ought to visit. [The hair and the make-up aren't any less unusual, but it's different, and not at all in a bad way. If only uniforms back home looked like that. He doesn't stare too much, but she does get a once-over and a more genuine grin despite the hour.

His own expression sobers too when she meets his gaze.]

You too, huh? Sounds like wherever we're heading, things went south hard and fast.

[touchofrogue]

[Hey, the hair is all-natural, baby. Although she would grant his thoughts that the purple eye-shadow and dark dark red lipstick might be a bit much for someone from his era, there was no way she was going out to kill people without feeling as much of herself as possible, including any masks she may wear.

Rogue felt his assessment and resisted rolling her eyes. At least he had the decency not to gawk or say anything too inappropriate. And she gave him a once-over herself, this being their first meeting in person, and acknowledged that what they said about a man in uniform might in fact be accurate. But it was entirely too early for this kind of spar.]

Yeah. We're usually given at least a day's notice.