[Voice, locked to residents] --EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--

[malnosso]

[At 2:15AM, the journals suddenly blare out an alarm, followed by this message.]

EMERGENCY. EMERGENCY. This is an emergency.

The following occupants of the Luceti enclosure must report to the teleporters in twenty minutes. You are required as reinforcements in Region 13. Bring all necessary armaments with you. You will be teleported directly into combat.

Anyone who fails to comply will be forcibly escorted to the teleporters by droids.

This is not a drill. I repeat: this is not a drill. You have twenty minutes.

[The message repeats twice more, the alarm continuing until the twenty minutes has elapsed. No questions will be answered.]

Comments

[Action, Graces House to the teleporters]

[ledbythewind]

[This isn't the first time Richard has been awakened in the middle of the night to a draft announcement, but that does nothing to make the experience less jarring. He jolts upright in bed as if struck by lightning, eyes darting around the room in search of his journal out of habit even though he can't see it. Again?

The last time they'd been summoned at this hour was... well, Vaskoth, and he has no fond memories of that experience. If this is anything like that was...

He reaches over to grope for his bedmate's shoulder, though there's little chance Isamu slept through something that loud. With any luck, either all three of them will be sent together, or none of them at all, but he'll need Isamu to check the list for him.

Once he and Asbel have gotten their equipment together, the two of them will head to the teleporters wearing matching grim expressions.]

[averybadfeeling]

[He understands. He takes the spare lightsaber and slips it into his pack, along with the gun, then slings the pack over his shoulder.]

"Every little bit helps. You needn't worry about me, Luke. I've been on drafts before."

[This time he does manage a smile. Not to fool his friend, but to placate him.]

"I'll be fine. I assure you."

[halflived]

[And as soon as that door slides open, Cliff and Fayt will find two objects being launched at their heads in quick succession and with surprising accuracy—small traveler’s packs, easy to carry and attach to whatever else they might be carrying. They’re a bit tightly packed with whatever foods he could find that wouldn’t spoil on the battlefield, and a roll or two of bandages in each.

It wasn’t much, but it was the most he could do as he steps back to his apartment before the two can try to question him. There was enough to worry about without stopping to ask.]

Re: Teleporters

[universal_charm]

I can always count on you for that ray of sunshine.

_{[ But he knew what Loki said was true, and expecting anything else was basically signing your own death warrant. ]}

Re: The Teleporters

[universal_charm]

_{[ He looked over to Remy and raised his hand in a two-fingered salute, leaning back against one of the walls, just waiting, because pacing was just ramping him up now. ]}

I know, it's a small little bird cage, isn't it? Didn't happen to bring that drink you promised me last time we talked, did you?

[ Action ]

[friendshipfirst]

Y-Yeah ...

[ He figures that it's not a good idea to mention that Pikachu does not know Thunder Wave nor does Charizard know Smokescreen. ] We'll all do our best.

[ A small nod as his smile grows just a little. ]

Of course he's can. Pikachu's handled a lot of electricity before.

[ Pikachu nods his head approvingly. Super powerful thunderbolt to take down legendaries? can we get a yes? ]

[amonglions]

Have to be good at something.

[It was reasonable enough. He tried smiling though, to try and calm Elizabeth down a notch but all it looked like was a grimace. He was about to open his mouth and tell her to just breath because she was only going to make things more confused for herself if she kept this up when Nemo rubbed up against him.]

....Oh right. We could leave food out?

[He's never had to think about making sure something stayed alive while he was gone. Ever. ]

Look, I'll worry about the dog right now. Focus on what you're doing.

[He realizes that it sounds a lot like an order and that just...sits unpleasantly in his stomach.]

It'll help you calm down, alright?

[ribbonbon]

[Pilouette can't help but deflate at little at her response. Even if she's a strangers, she doesn't want someone thinking she's incapable. She tries not to sound too awkward when she answers, fidgeting with the handle of her first aid kit.]

O-Oh...Um, well, now that I think about it, I guess 20 minutes really is uh, kind of a long time. I guess it just felt like a shorter time since I was rushing a little...

[cajunspice]

Ya insult me, [Remy raised a hand to his chest, a look of mock hurt on his face.] That ya think I would be so ill prepared.

[Reaching into his coat he produced a flask, giving it a shake to prove it was in fact full from the sound of liquid sloshing around in it.]

[cajunspice]

That so... [That didn't sound good. A sudden draft for random people screamed trouble.] So we be headin' into a hell of a situation.

[cajunspice]

Is that so? Do I get a special X badge to wear? Better not clash with my card belt. [Yes, he's being an ass, but it was a good way to cover relieve stress of going into a situation he didn't know. It was better than worrying about what was waiting on the other side for them.]

[action - House One to the teleporters?]

[seleniahymn]

[The sound of the alarm was almost becoming familiar, even if it has been some time. It wasn’t the first instance when Tear had been woken up to head into battle abruptly, but she has to wonder why they had been given even less time than they were then. Nevertheless she is out of bed and ready in her military uniform quickly, ignoring the sounding alarms of other journals in the household in the meantime. If any of the others were going, then it was all the more important that she be prepared.

And once she is ready, she takes a moment to look over who else could be on that list with a small frown. There were names she recognized of course, and many were those she would rather not have been summoned, too. But her wants didn’t matter as she goes to check up on the others, ready to march on to the teleporters once done.

She would save her strength for the battle she was walking into.]

[thefinaljedi]

I know.

[Luke bows his head slightly, closing his eyes. He's worried about you, Obi-Wan. It's just hard to say it.]

May the Force be with you.

[Action for Heart Building and Teleporters]

[hollower]

[The roaring blast from her journal gets Perona awake in little time at all, with a loud shriek. She's almost expecting to be surrounded by droids to take her away again or something (conjuring up a platoon of mini hollows), but seeing nothing, she turns to her journal with a scowl. What's going on here? ...A draft? Twenty minutes?! They can't be serious...

Ugh. Shitfuckdamnit.

Grimacing, Perona throws off her covers and tries to prepare as best she can in the short amount of time she's given. She dresses down - if she's going to war, she doesn't want to runs her best clothes - and shoves a few things into Bearsy's back pocket, ties up her hair in a loose ponytail, and grabs her boots on the way out. She doesn't have time to do her makeup! But like hell if she being forced anywhere by those stupid robots again...tch.

At the teleporters, Perona will be either looking through the list of those drafted, grumbling when she sees names of people she knows who really shouldn't be fighting a war, and actively trying to seek a few people out. She's never had this happen before to her in Luceti...so she needs someone who's been here longer to explain and give her a brief rundown. There are a few on that list she'll be trying to locate first.

There is strength in numbers, and if she has to fight or hide behind someone, it might as well be someone strong.]

[spellfeather]

[She holsters her pistol once everything clears her check list, again.] I'd argue it's more so that we all had to get up at an ungodly hour with barely an explanation. Even back at home, we were informed what the hell was going on as we prepared ourselves...

[touchofrogue]

[X-Badge. Shit. She hadn't had time to take hers off. She hated wearing them into battle. X-Men don't do what she's had to do to survive.]

This ain't about X-Men or anythin' else. It's about stayin' alive. We get out there, an' we're what Magneto tried ta make us into: Soldiers. It's not the same as anythin' we can fight for back home.

[All the times she'd almost died because someone on her team wouldn't kill a Cultist... all the times she's had to kill because it was the best way to stay alive and to keep the people she cared about alive, the only way she saw... Rogue couldn't laugh about this.]

[touchofrogue]

"Well, I like that even less," she said with a small smile, and in a gesture of true love passed the coffee back to him. They were not war machines. They were people, and that was important and--

How could he be laughing now, really? And why was her heart still glad to hear it?

[House 16]

[touchofrogue]

Sure there is, sleepy head. [As best a tease as she could manage, she's afraid.] You need ta grab all the others too. Best start seein' if you can make trips now.

[House 16]

[wildbluevagner]

Sure. I'll just check over what I have one last time and then see if anyone else is ready. [Although Mia may have already gone ahead because timelines.] And you let me know when you're ready for your trip, too.

[House 16]

[touchofrogue]

Almost done here. Go. I'll let you know.

[House 16]

[wildbluevagner]

Great. [And he seems to be just about...] I'll check on the others, and I'll be back in a minute. [He offers a light smile.] We've got this.

[Saying that gives another light boost of confidence. And thus, he bamfs off to start getting the tunnel trips set up...]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Tear is the one person Jade doesn't see the need to check on. She's the one other person in the house who is explicitly a soldier, after all. With that plus her experience in Luceti, he feels that he can count on her to get up and fully prepared without needing any reminders. And he's sure that she's seen the list, and that she understands the importance of protecting Ion all too well.

So they only wind up passing each other in the hall while Jade is on his way to check on another's room. He briskly strides past her, going to see if Anise is ready yet. They have only twenty minutes, and every minute must be utilized to its maximum efficiency. So he doesn't stop to talk to Tear - he just offers a casual greeting as he passes.]

Good morning.

[complicatedliar]

He understood that gesture for what it was and took the cup back with a warm smile. After a decent drink, he offered it back. "Since we're here, it can't be helped."

It was the adrenalin before battle, that heightened awareness already of the nearness of death. It made him want to joke and tease even more than normal. Because really, who wanted to go to death crying? Not that he intended to die; the opposite in fact. But he'd been in many battles, and this part never really changed.

He leered at her rather comically. "When we return home you can see about switching me over to being a love machine. I think I might have a lever you can try out."

[frost_jewel]

Probably.

[She's packed her bag with just about everything she could think might be useful. And a handful of plastic straws.]

I don't even know where to begin in telling you what we might face.

[frost_jewel]

That's because a lot of us are. [Their matched serious tones clash with Kurt's bedhead in a way that surprises a smile out of her for a second.] I worry about Luceti while we're gone, too.