[Locked Transmission to Residents]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Backdated to yesterday, Feb 23, at an early hour. Albert speaks for this transmission.]Residents paying attention to their journals are already aware of the upcoming draft situation. Our battlefield is an stretch of farmland that provides food for many who are protected or employed by the Malnosso Organization, ourselves included

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[markofthewise]

I'm Sokka. Since it looks like I'll be coordinating the defensive base at the Distribution Center, anyone who is going to be a part of that can talk to me.

[its_troublesome]

[After the meeting is over and neither one of them are busy with other matters, Shikamaru will seek Sokka out, walking over when he spots him.]

Oi. Mind if I talk with you for a second?

[markofthewise]

[At the moment, Sokka isn't doing much other than taking notes for later.]

Yeah, sure. What's up?

[its_troublesome]

[Shikamaru takes a seat.]

I have a favor to ask, if it doesn't mess with your plans. I'm guessing that Katara's going to be joining you on the defensive, right?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash will be at the meeting, but in the back. Leaning against a wall with his shades on taking it all in silently.

This is also a chance for anyone who may remember him from a previous draft or know him enough to guess at what he'll do to yell at him if they'd like a chance to.]

[screwthegods]

[Homura had learned much of the information offered through an earlier conversation with Albert, which leaves him free to observe those who gather for the meeting. One in particular is familiar, and Homura can't help but wonder just what the Malnosso really are thinking in terms of their selection. Noncombatants are a handicap, but they'll also be easier to deal with than the man he spies against a wall. Vash is good at what he does, and also determined--in this case, foolishly so.]

What do you intend to do? [Homura speaks after he's taken a position next to Vash, leaning against the same wall. His voice is low, intended only for the man beside him to hear.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash remembers you. Hope you don't mind cryptic answers still.] My best.

[screwthegods]

[Not at all. That's an open invitation to pry.]

In a situation where the objective goes directly against your ideals, your best is a questionable effort. Even you can't block every single sword, or every single gun.

[slaying]

You know me, Albert. I never miss one of your parties.

[ buffy is at the meeting later in the day and getting involved in any way she can. bug her if there's anything you want to get said. ]

[winged_moon]

[Yue will be at the meeting, lurking in a corner with arms folded and looking entirely disinterested. And despite the fact that he's indoors he still has his large white wings in addition to his silver filial wings.]

[hippocraticly]

... I'll be there.