welcome to the jungle / it gets worse here everyday

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: Arriving at the (temporary) dorms
When: 9 AM of the 3rd. They'll be able to stay there until 1 PM of the same day.
Where: Dorms; location unknown.
Summary: Here is the hallway; here is your room. (Here is some additional info.) Go forth and mingle.
Rating: PG or PG-13 ish, I imagine

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[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic is in his room looking over a few things, such as a few supplies along with his baton and the saber that was given to him while trying to find time to relax. A sigh escapes his mouth as he sits on the end of the bed and then lays down with eyes closed.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don knocks softly on the doorframe. He doesn't want to wake Frederic if he's sleeping, but he doesn't want to give the man a heart attack either.]

[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic only rested his eyes for a moment when he hears the knock and sits up to see who is at his door. Seeing Donatello brings a small smile to his face.]

Hello Donatello, it's been some time since we last saw one another.

[i_speak_softly]

If only it was a better occasion. [He moves a little more into the room.] Are you going to be okay here? In a jungle?

[refinedmaestro]

[He nods and gestures for Donatello to sit down next to him.] You're about the fifth person to be concerned for my health, but really, I'll be fine. I went to see Doctor Faye-Ling before coming here and I came prepared, with lots of water and other food supplies to sustain me.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don doesn't look at all embarrassed by this. Looking out for each other is the only way they're all going to make it back safely.] Are you planning to stay near the camp?

[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic ponders on that for a moment, then speaks.] I was thinking about it, but I do not know if my magic can be of any help.

[i_speak_softly]

What can you do? [Don hasn't really seen Frederic at work, much less without the power cap.]

[refinedmaestro]

Well I've been learning a few basic and slightly advanced spells from Helios on top of my own.

[i_speak_softly]

[This pings something in Don's memory. He snaps his fingers.]

The first time I met you, you said you could learn any kind of magic. ... Do you remember that?

[refinedmaestro]

[He nods and smiles at the other.]

Yes, I do remember.

[i_speak_softly]

[He returns the smile.]

Then I think you're being modest.

[A technique Don knows nothing about, surely.]

[refinedmaestro]

Well when one is raised as a gentleman, said man must act in such manner. [He takes out a bottle of water and drinks some of it, but then looks at the water bottle.] I still don't understand why everything is in plastic in the future, why does no one use glass anymore?

[i_speak_softly]

[Raised as a gentleman? Don barely learned table manners.]

... Plastic is safer?

[refinedmaestro]

I would still prefer a glass bottle to this plastic one.

[i_speak_softly]

[He glances at the intercom.] You could ask for one.