[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

Teleporters!

[lostinmyway]

[She shakes her head.]

Oh, no. I'm here to say goodbye and wish everyone good luck.

[And so:] Good luck, Loki!

Re: Teleporters!

[complicatedliar]

[ohthankgoodness

He doesn't want to live in a world where Grune is on a draft. Just... no. No no no.

He smiles.]

Thank you, Grune.

Re: Teleporters!

[lostinmyway]

[Unfortunately, he already lives in a world where Grune has been on a draft--two drafts, as a matter of fact. But thankfully, she won't think to mention that.

She smiles back.]

You're welcome! And I'll make sure to be here to welcome you home, too.

ahaha too bad he'll be dead. XD

[complicatedliar]

I'll look forward to that.

[Just hopefully it doesn't involve sweets again like it did after the Vaskoth draft. That almost killed him all on its own.]

So many people standing Grune up on this draft. Y'all are rude. :P

[lostinmyway]

Me too. It will be so nice to see you again.

[It's totally going to involve sweets.]