wednesday; early morning

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Did you think he was kidding, Machias?

Probably not. But, he knows the lad is used to military drills. He'll test to see if Machias is awake by rapping his hand harshly on his door. }

Get up.

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[breakshot]

[ Machias is up, but he's not expecting the rapping at the door. Guess who hasn't gotten done putting on his Class VII uniform either, still fussing around with his tie. Look, it has to be perfect - not a single hair out of place.

So much for that!! Upon quickly getting that fixed, he'll open the door with a look on his face best described as disbelief and what the hell Arumat it's five AM. ]

Do you have any idea what time it is?

[thanatosincarnate]

Five AM, almost exactly. A few minutes should have passed by now.

{ He gives the lad a quick look over. Good enough. }

You seem prepared. Good. It's time to at least start with a jog through the ship.

[breakshot]

A jog? Don't you think it's a little early for that?

[ Machias stands there, almost about to say something but he stops himself, crossing his arms with a puzzled look and very raised eyebrow. Finally, he speaks up with a veeery dumbfounded tone. ]

... Wait, are these morning drills? [ Is this a thing that's happening? ]

[thanatosincarnate]

It's the perfect time.

{ And that's his opinion on that. }

Looks like you caught on, lad. You won't be the only one running, of course.