[h3]Lilly's Post[/h3]
Lilly had just managed to finish straightening her hair, when Celeste left the shower. She decided not to take her up on her offer, though, as Lilly wanted to meet a few more people. Maybe chat with Private Glaive. [b]"If you have no objections, Corporal, I would like to talk with a few more people. It would be good to get to know more of the squad."[/b] With Celeste's permission, Lilly saluted and then turned to head towards the common room. It was getting late, but other people might still be there.

...

Apparently the squad had been far more tired than she had anticipated. When Lilly got to the common area, she found it empty, with everyone who had been there before having already gone to bed. Shrugging, sat down at one of the chairs and gazed out the window. The sun had already set and the moon was high in the sky, providing just enough light to write or read by. Lilly didn't want to go to sleep just yet. She was tired, but there were a great deal of things on her mind. She decided to write a letter home, both to inform her father and aids that she was still unharmed, as well as to request supplies and clear her head. Writing had always helped to calm her mind. 

"Dear Father, I am writing to inform you that I still live..."

...

The letter took longer than Lilly had expected, taking nearly two hours before she was satisfied. She smiled as she folded it up and headed back to her room. Her father would no doubt be pleased to hear that she was safe, and her butlers and maids would probably be interested in learning of what she had been doing in her training. She even had included a humble request for supplies from her father, explaining the situation of how the militia squads were relatively poorly equipped and needed to seek out their own benefactors. Her father had not approved of her joining the militia in the slightest, but she doubted that he would let that petty grievance cloud his judgement. He could probably spare a crate or two of rifles and munitions for them, the only question was how long it would take for them to arrive. 

Sneaking into the female quarters, Lilly crept past the occupied bunks as quietly as she could, not wanting to disturb anyone's rest. Eventually she came to her bed located on the bottom bunk at the far end of the room. Placing her letter into her footlocker to be mailed tomorrow, Lilly lay down for the evening, hoping to be able to get a good rest for the next days training. This was not to pass, however, as her sleep was disturbed by constant horrifying and violent nightmares. She was going to look very haggard tomorrow, indeed.

[h3]Evan's Post[/h3]
The rest of the group seemed to be of a similar opinion to him, but everyone was tired. Not much conversation sparked up after that, and it didn't take long for people to start trickling back to their bunks to bed down for the evening. Eventually, Evan decided to follow suit, waving goodbye to Alex and heading through the door. [b]"G'night, Glaive. See you in the morning."[/b]

After trudging up the hallway and into the male sleeping quarters, he set about in search of his bunk. It turned out his bunk bed was on the upper level, and was directly over top of Alonso. [b]"Night, Kid."[/b] Evan's booming voice echoed through the room, a bit louder than he intended, no doubt startling the boy who seemed to be half a minute away from nodding off. Clambering up the wooden latter, he fell onto his bed with a thud, falling asleep nearly instantly. Despite not acting like it, he actually was exhausted from the days work.