[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

[chikaidestroyer]

Indeed. The timing is concerning, though; this draft has even less of a preparation time than when we were sent to Vaskoth.

[And they all knew how that had gone down.]

I will see you when you return.

[Action ]

[friendshipfirst]

Okay! [ He'll give Gold a smile back. He's still tired and really nervous but he needs to keep his head up! ] We're just gonna grab somethin' t' eat and then we'll be on out way. Thanks again Gold.

[Action!]

[capturespecialist]

[That's more worrying, but breathe. Most recently in her memory of Silver's stupid antics, he threw himself at the Alpha Pokémon and survived; he refused his father's offer to join him, when he could've and had a happy (?) father-son life; he's been here longer than her, and he probably knows his limits. Just breathe.]

Don't do anything Gold would do. [...No, wait, Silver's worse than Gold. She lets his sleeve go - time's of the essence after all! - and sighs.] Just keep as safe as you can. I kinda wish I'd been called too -- [but there's a lot about these she still doesn't know. She might be a liability. No, she'd try her best not to be.

...she doesn't even know what she wants to say anymore, urk.]

[lastfonmasterguardian]

[There was something about the way Ion had said that which instinctively made Anise sort of afraid. He'd never seemed to doubt them before; just how bad could these drafts be?]

We'll protect ourselves! We've made it through this much already, right?

[yourfononsarewhack]

[He pauses for a moment, looking over her supply and thinking.]

It sounds like we'll be heading directly to the battlefield, and we have no guarantee that we'll arrive near each other. You should distribute them now. [A swift and decisive answer.]

[Action!]

[feistytrader]

[...Hey. Crys. Calm down. Silver puts a hand on her shoulder in some attempt at reassurance.]

Be careful what you wish for. [As much as he likes working together with Gold and Crys, he's happy that they don't have to head on another draft- at least not this time. No one stays out of drafts forever.] I'll be back before you know it, so take it easy.

[House 22]

[yourhatred]

[A pause. His brother had been brought along for the draft as well, then. That was unfortunate.

He knows Sasuke is a capable fighter, and it's not his place to coddle him any more, but he can't help but be displeased with the idea of him being dragged with them into whatever mess they were being put in.]

... I see.

[At least they'd be able to advise him beforehand. He hastens his pace a little, getting a breakfast of bread and cheese.]

[Action, Graces House to the teleporters]

[musubi]

A draft?

[He does sit up now, rubbing at his eyes and frowning.]

Do you have to go? ... Do I?

[skyleopardess]

[Yoruichi's returning smile is wry, but genuine, even as she automatically notes the weapons Ginia carries. She looks about the way Yoruichi feels--composed, but understandably on edge.]

[Yoruichi steps a little closer to speak, her voice still low with the last rough edges of sleep.]

I'd say good morning, but--[she shrugs, snorting]

Been a while since I've had quite such a shitty wake up call.

[House 22]

[deathsdoctor]

I sent him the link to the briefing I gave before TERRACE.

[He's got the explaining part covered, partner. At least the bulk of it. In between wolfing onigiri and pouring two large cups of coffee for both of them.

And before he asks.]

... she's not on the list, thankfully.

[Mikoto, at least, has been spared.]

[skyleopardess]

[Yoruichi supposes she shouldn't be surprised--anyone can be pulled into a draft, after all. Bulla looks a bit anxious, and a far cry from the bubbly, friendly kid who'd greeted Yoruichi upon arrival.]

[Yoruichi can hardly blame her. So she gives her a faint grin, hoping to put her at ease somewhat, at least for a few minutes.]

Hey, kiddo. It's good to see you.

[Even if it's not good to see her there, about to be pulled into what sounds like a nasty bit of fighting.]

[Teleporters!]

[lostinmyway]

[His concern is well hidden; she doesn't notice.]

Oh, no. I'm here to cheer everyone on and say "Good luck."

[Which she's already done.]

Teleporters!

[lostinmyway]

[And that's where Kirk would be wrong, because Grune is out this early and she is not one of the lucky chosen few. Instead, she's playing the role of cheerleader today.]

Good morning, James!

[Transporters!]

[lostinmyway]

[Hopefully Ginia has enough time at least to have a word with Grune at the transporters, because Grune is certainly going to try her best.]

Good morning, Ginia! Good luck!

[Teleporters]

[lostinmyway]

Good morning, Thor!

[Have one bright-eyed Grune smiling away at you, in spite of the harsh wake-up and harsher circumstances.]

Are you going to protect the village?

[Transporters!]

[lostinmyway]

Good morning, Mia!

[Grune may not be on the list, but that doesn't mean she can't say goodbye to everyone and send along her best wishes.]

Teleporters!

[lostinmyway]

[Unfortunately for Pilouette, Grune is one person she's not fooling.]

Good morning, Pilouette. Are you feeling all right?

[Transporters!]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Were it anyone else sounding so chipper at two AM, Ginia might have been annoyed. But Grune was Grune and that her demeanor hasn't changed is a bit of a relief. As Ginia knows she didn't hear Grune's name on the list, it's a safe assumption she's here to see other people off. Ginia manages a smile and takes out her notepad.]

Thank you. I'll do my best out there.

[touchofrogue]

She smiled at him softly and turned her face to catch his fingers with a kiss.

There was so much to say and so little time to say any of it. She wanted to ask him to help her with the X-Men, but she couldn't. She couldn't ask them to trust her if they knew she'd be relying on someone they didn't trust. And Loki had his own concerns.

[Transporters!]

[lostinmyway]

[She comes in closer to read the message and then gives Ginia a bright smile.]

Oh, I'm so glad to hear that! And I'll be cheering you on from right here at home.

*ugly laughter*

[complicatedliar]

But they were out of time as well. The MSF personnel began shouting for people to come to the teleporters. Loki leaned forward to touch their foreheads together. "Be safe," he murmured. "Or I will be very cross with you later."

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia huffs softly and nods in agreement. Staying up late was one thing and getting up early was another, but being woken up unexpected by a blaring journal... well, the Malnosso could fuck themselves if Ginia had a say in things.

She takes a moment to pull out her notepad and pen and write out a message.]

What do you think is waiting for us?

meanie

[touchofrogue]

"You too," she whispered. "I'm not kiddin'. I've got my hands full watchin' these guys. You be safe, or so help me--"

She leaned up and kissed him hard before turning away.

[wise_maiden]

[ Well. No need to march into this with a solemn look; they just needed to get in and hopefully get back out without too much trouble. Most of them were battle-ready; the ones on the list who weren't... they'd sort that out when they could. She nods firmly to his words; Vaskoth's situation was not too soon forgotten. ]

... I'd better get going. Take care until then.

[cajunspice]

Ya makin' this harder 'nd harder for me to try 'nd see the humour in this. [He would appreciate it, even if see it misguided, to know Mia thought that.]

Not 'mpossible, but harder.