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Haman stirred slowly, she couldn't remember what had happened. The trip back to Axis, and the return journey to the Chalice had all happened while she was slept, her body desperately healing the damage battle had caused. She had no idea how long she had been here, and what dastardly political moves had been made during her down time.
Her hands gripped the starched sheets, confused. Her first thought was only This is not my bed. quickly followed by. Where is Mineva? She sat up quickly, cried out and fell back down into her pillow, biting her bottom lip to stifle. Looking up at the ceiling, she found she did not recognize it, but the smell and sounds the Chalice's Medical section where known enough to her from her many trips visiting Char, and that alone was the only thing that settled the sick fear in her stomach. Closing her eyes tightly, straining to remember, but finding little to answer her questions.
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[1] Haman took a deep breath before she turned on the console that sat on the old desk in her makeshift office. This moment had been a long time coming, and the council who waited on the other side of the conference waited with little patients for the pink haired Regent's words.
cut for speech )

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[2] Some time after the adrenaline afterglow had faded from Haman's heart she might be found in the mess hall, sitting across the table from Mineva, their plates pushed away so make room. Mineva had string around her fingers, woven together just so that when Haman pinched it here and pulled it around, the whole designed changed and transferred easily to her hands.
An old children's game Haman had almost forgotten from her own youth, and now she played it with Mineva.


[3] [private to Hixar]
Haman had sent one of her guards out into the ship to hunt down the Gundam pilot. When the man found Hixar he handed him note penned in pink ink. 'Please come see me when you have the time. I have a business matter I wish to discuss with you. - Regent of the Principality of Zeon, Haman Karn'
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[1]

[A public message, posted over the comms.]

"Mechwarrriors of the White Chalice! Champions, Heroes! Those whose hearts yearn to defy all odds to enact Justice!

The Brotherhood of Manly Souls, the greatest of Clans known as the Gurren Brigade, is looking for new recruits! The only requirement for membership is that you strive to do the impossible and kick reason to the curb in the fight for a future you believe in!

To evaluate the qualities of your blazing souls in person, I shall be holding an event tomorrow in the main recreation deck of the Dai-Gurren; what the people of the Earth Sphere call 'Try Outs'.

There will be refreshments!"

[2]

There are indeed refreshments at the tryout. They are tasty.

There is also a large Gurren Brigade flag mounted on a flagpole, like the colors of a boy scout troop. There is a also a table and chair with a sign reading 'Try out here'. The chair is currently unused as Matthew stands on top of the table, gesticulating to a small group of onlookers, among which there seem to be a few Clanners.

"The chief ethos of the Gurren Brigade is to always fight on regardless of the odds against you, to cast aside the whispers of doubt that declare something to to be impossible, and drill through all obstacles in your path, piercing the heavens to create the future that you believe in! This is what the Demon Leader Kamina called 'being a man among men!' Those who–"

One of the Clanners coughs and raises her hand, a twinkle in her eye.

Matthew pauses. "Ah. Mechwarrior Eilena–"


"You keep referring to drills. Why drills? They seem inefficient weapons for a Mech, quiaff?"

Matthew stumbles. "Theoretically, aff. Yet in the hands of–"



"Does your 'Gurren Brigade' have any Getter Machines available for use? I swore an oath to Master Ryouma that I would master all his fighting techniques."

Matthew blinks. "Mechwarrior Chandra! When did you get back?"



"I am glad to see you are achieving your ambitions, Matthew. But why are you talking like someone from a freeborn children's show? And why do you keep referring to this brigade of yours as a 'brotherhood of manly souls'? You have not been contaminated with Spheroid prejudices, quineg?"

"I have not, Tynall! It is simply, well–"

Interject? Apply for a position? Talk to some of the people there?
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1) [Hangar]

[Everyone. There's a DC transport making a delivery. And you'll never guess who just came back.]

Meine Freunde. Its good to see you all again!

[Its Luger. But wait... there's... something VERY different about him. He's.... clean? And well dressed! It looks like someone spent years trying to hammer in some decency into him and it WORKED!]

[His Leo is offloaded the transport looking the same as ever. So at least some things haven't changed... BUT WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS UTTER INSANITY BEFORE YOU!?]

2) [EveRYwhEre] (Mingle)

[Its the middle of the night. Maybe you're working in the hangars. Maybe you're getting some rest in your quarters. Maybe you're getting a late night snack.]

-chirp... chirpchirpchirp-

[Then you hear it. The sound of a rodent. A gerbil to be precise. Its sitting not too far away. It seems to have been painted... oddly it faintly resembles one of the machines in the hangar... and there's a doll on its back that resembles the pilot of the aforementioned machine the gerbil resembles.]

-chirpchirpchirpchirp--chirp... chirpchirpchirp--chirp chirpchirpchirp-

[Then you spot a few more Gerbils. And then several more.... and MORE.]

[Throughout the Chalice, the story is the same. Massive amounts of painted gerbils with likenesses of various Chalice personel strapped to their backs.]

[Somewhere within the Chalice, amongst the mass chirping and squeaking - there's a wall with something painted on it.]

[The wording is sloppy and ill painted. But anyone with knowledge of german could translate it.]

-I'M BACK BITCHES!-

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1. So...we defeated the Overdevil. Dad...President Kids is gone. And the SR should be disbanding. That's one less set of enemies for the Chalice, right? But it feels like I missed a ton of stuff. Anyone want to fill me in on what's been happening around here?

2.[A pink, rubberlike mecha is back in the hangar...and with it, a pink-haired, scantily clad girl. You'll find her looking around the hangar.]

Oh wow, it feels like I was just in here yesterday, but there's a ton more new mechs around! Just how long was I gone...?

[You may find her staring at your machine. Or you can just talk to her.]

3. [Locked to Kensuke]

[A knock at your door. No words. The knocking will continue until you respond.]

☄ XXXV

Mar. 24th, 2013 02:28 am
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[ 1 ] - Zeon Barracks

Gentlemen, it's now or never.

[ Char's in the middle of a motivational speech. The Zeon Royal Guard has been assembled, and are standing at attention. Char is currently standing behind a desk, the Zeon flag draped in the background, along with the flag of Axis. ]

Ensign Lane may be an Earthnoid, yes. I don't deny this. But she represents something far more important than heritage, gravity or otherwise. She represents something far more dear to us as citizens of Zeon. Something none of us have enough of.

She represents a hope for our future. A willingness to see what so many warped by earth's gravity are willingly blind to. She embodies the very reason we offered a hand of friendship to the White Chalice, when its crew was made up of those who called us their enemy in the One Year War.

[ Char begins pacing behind the desk. ]

She swore an oath to stand by us, to help guide the Earth Sphere towards its destiny. By this oath, she became a spacenoid, not in birth, but in principle. And just as we are willing to give our lives to defend the Colonies, neither will we abandon a comrade in need.

[ He stops, and turns back to the Royal Guard. ]

We will save her. She deserves to see the dawn of a new era of prosperity for Spacenoids along with us. She deserves to stand at our side when we break the shackles the Titans unjustly placed upon the Colonists. No, she deserves to help us break them. Gentlemen, my fellow soldiers, get your rest while you can. The mission begins in twenty-four hours. Dismissed.

[ The Royal Guard salutes, and gives a cry of 'Sieg Zeon.' ]

Sieg Zeon.

[ 2 ] - Hangar

[ Char can be seen next to a docking Zeon Komusai II-class shuttle. It's purpose is relatively simple; a single courier hands a package to Char, before promptly getting back into the shuttle and departing.

And what's in the package? Clothes. Specifically, a new Zeon uniform, this time bearing the stripes of an officer. Anyone who has seen Cynthia Lane in her Zeon garb would recognize it as being in her size. There's also a medal: Anyone who knows their Zeon symbolism would recognize it as the Zeon Bronze Cross, which is given to rescued P.O.W.'s and MIA soldiers who didn't go AWOL.

He's planning on giving her a hero's welcome. ]
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1] Sometime after lunch it seemed the little princess had slipped her guards and was walking free through the Chalice. She looked quite pleased with herself, and it showed in the way she nearly skipped across the floor, only her iron clad manners held her hands at her side. It was maybe a bit startling to see such a young child so polished as Mineva was, but it was to be expected of a princess, wasn't it?

"Excuse me," She tugs on the hem of your jacket, shirt or tunic, looking up with questioning eyes. "Where dose the coffee come from?"

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2] All the while Haman was standing in front of her Qubeley, with roll after roll of schematics in her hands. She opened each other individually, looking it over, and then up and her machine and back to the paper again. Usually this ended in a scoffing sound, a wave of her hand, and a dismissal of the data.
"No, it's not enough. I need something fit for..." A monster. "... a queen." She shook her head. "Those boys at RnD are really slipping if this is the best they can come up with." Where was a brilliant weapon's developer when she needed one? Hell, even a knowledgeable mechanic would serve at this point.

3] [Locked] )
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1] Haman pushed the door of her office close with a little kick behind her, she dusted off her hands and looked quite smug with herself. It was only mid afternoon, much to early for the Regent to be free of her piles of paperwork and planning.
She headed back to her quarters with a fierce sort of air in her walk, that was perforated only by the occasional yawn. If she had free time, there was only one way that seemed fit to spend it. It took no time at all for her to retrieve Mineva, who had only just woke up from her afternoon nap, and yet was as obedient as ever.
She wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but you might spy the Regent and the Princess heading for the chow hall, Mineva riding easily on Haman's back, giggling quite loudly as she was bounced up and down.

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2] Later that night, long after the day had been spent, and the child put to bed, Haman was sitting alone in the arboretum, her nose tucked securely into a book, and a large cup of coffee in her hand. Three or four empty ones sat beside her as she flipped the pages with her thumb. She tried to stifle each yawn with a sip of the bitter brown stuff, and seemed to be prevailing.
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1.

I managed to ask Lex Loathe to negotiate about my brothers' release! With both the Golden Refractor and the Diana's Tear, I guess I have a pretty strong hand. I'll be leaving soon, wish me luck!

He asked me to come alone, so I'll be leaving my servbots here. Take care of them for me while I'm gone. The negotiation should just take at most a few days or so, so I'll see you guys again soon! Hopefully with my brothers!

2.




Miss Tron is gone! Nobody is telling us what to do now! What should we do!
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1)[Locked to Kamille]
Haman seemed to be trying to seek her our favorite blue haired subordinate. In her hands she carefully holds a small box to her chest, and Mineva follows a step behind with a rolled up sheet of paper in her hands.
What in the world are these two up to?

☄ XXXII

Nov. 8th, 2012 08:57 pm
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[1] - Action/Solo/Informative

[ The hangar slowly began to open in the most ungodly hour of the night. Why? Who authorized it? Well, Haman may have pulled some strings. Regardless, in the docking bay area of the hangar, a moderately-sized shuttle bearing a Zeon insignia docked, a mooring magnet clamping onto it immediately to hold it in place. In no time, the airlock was closed, and Char came out into the hangar, flanked on both sides by Zeon Royal Guard members. The Komusai II's loading hatch began to open, and what emerged was another red mobile suit. Char looked over it, and smiled... up until someone else emerged. If looks could kill, this man would have been hit by a colony drop.

The man tries to smile, but quickly sees Char isn't in a mood to talk. "Lone time no see," he ties to say. He sighs. "I know why you're upset with me, and I don't blame you." He reaches into his jacket, and withdraws a folder of papers, and hands it to the doctor, just as the new red mobile suit docked itself the mobile suit hangar. "No funnels, but it has the new psychoframe cockpit. That Adventus tech you got for us after HALO's destruction put our research decades ahead of schedule." Char still said nothing. Just glared at him behind his sunglasses. Flanagan finally sighed, and turned away, heading back towards the Komusai. "I miss her too, Char. She's still the best student we've ever had. You gotta let her go, though." And before Char could finally lose it, the Komusai II's hatch closed. Char turned and left, just as the shuttle departed. ]


[2] - Action

[ Char can be found in the new makeshift Zeon war room, the door wide open, though guarded by two Royal Guard members. Mineva can be found playing on the ground with mobile suit action figures (in which the Zeon mobile suits are winning, obviously), with various papers splayed out across the desk. Char was currently reading about the new Sazabi Test Prototype, specifically, the psychoframe cockpit. He was dumbfounded as to why Haman wanted him to test this, when she was a far more powerful Newtype than he was, but he wasn't going to say no. Aside from the Newtype-heavy controls, its specs sounded like it was hand-crafted just for him. Aside from the heavy megaparticle cannon on its chest, everything here was designed for short-ranged, fast-paced combat; a beam shotrifle, wrist-mounted beam sabers, the new beam tomahawk found on the latest models of the Geara Doga line of mobile suits, and enough thrusters to outclass even the original Gundam in terms of speed, though these thrusters came at the sacrifice of AMBAC-granting wing binders found on the Qubeley. But what it lost in maneuverability, it made up for in sheer speed.

There were a few more papers still inside the folder, however, which lay open. The top one bared the 'classified' stamp again, along with the Flanagan Institute's seal, as well as Zeon R&D. It was titled 'Project Puru.' Char was careless and left this partially visible; care to ask him about it? ]
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1] In the early morning hours, if you happen to be around the hanger you might see something very... strange.

The Quebely had been moved in the night, but only so that it knelt to the floor and cupped it great metal hands together. There seemed to be a long swath of red silk hanging down from it's palm, which really wasen't so odd.

If you bother to look closer you may find..

Well, look at this! It's the Regent herself, curled up asleep in the hand of her mech. Her baby pink hair still twisted into layers of curlers, and her silken robe pulled around night gown.

If you are a newtype you might have felt some strange things in your sleep last night, sharpened nightmares, could this have something to do with it?

Do you dare wake the monster, or let sleeping dogs lie?

2] Later that evening, Haman is in her office, reading over paperwork, trying to forget the mortification of this morning. Mineva plays on the floor with her favorite new toy she got from Big Sister Cynthia for her birthday.

And yet her mind kept going back to it... I thought I had only dreamed those things. How then did I end up there...?

She cast a worried looked at the children she was sworn to protect. Haman wondered if she could protect this child from herself.



3][Locked to Sayla Mass]

Haman didn't want to do it, but she could not deny Char's concern. So Haman leaned her head into Medical, hoping this is where his precious little sister could be found.
"Excuse me?" Haman hesitated, she had never liked Med wards, not since she had become a newtype and been subjected to years of testing and prodding.
Just the sterile smell made her skin crawl. But Char would never forgive her if she didn't do this.
"Sayla?"
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 Haman had been watching the battle closely, she always did when Char was out there. When the Comet has been shot down she had wasted no time in scrambling her own troops to recover him before he drown. Loosing him would be bad for Zeon, and worse so if it happened while Haman was watching.

He had been hurt an shot down so many times it was starting to get old, and Haman didn't even look phased by it as she waited in the hanger for recovery forces. Although inwardly she was frightened, very much so for Char's well being, but more so by the intense feelings that had reverberated off the battle an echoed in her mind.

She had left Mineva safe with her handmaid, she didn't need to see Char or his mech in a post battle state, the poor child had seen enough. Haman would prefer it if Mineva believed Char was simply invincible, she had already seen and felt enough death for someone so young.

If you're trying to find Char after the battle, if seems this would be the place to do it.

((You can tag Haman or Char alone if you like, or both together, but put it in the subject line who you'd like to speak to))


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 Haman had been watching the battle closely, she always did when Char was out there. When the Comet has been shot down she had wasted no time in scrambling her own troops to recover him before he drown. Loosing him would be bad for Zeon, and worse so if it happened while Haman was watching.

He had been hurt an shot down so many times it was starting to get old, and Haman didn't even look phased by it as she waited in the hanger for recovery forces. Although inwardly she was frightened, very much so for Char's well being, but more so by the intense feelings that had reverberated off the battle an echoed in her mind.

She had left Mineva safe with her handmaid, she didn't need to see Char or his mech in a post battle state, the poor child had seen enough. Haman would prefer it if Mineva believed Char was simply invincible, she had already seen and felt enough death for someone so young.

If you're trying to find Char after the battle, if seems this would be the place to do it.

((You can tag Haman or Char alone if you like, or both together, but put it in the subject line who you'd like to speak to))


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[1]

Doctor Zero is watching one of the holovisions, and looking both concerned and annoyed. She's squinting at it as if this were some trick of the light that will go away if she can just clear her vision.

On the holovis, a middle aged man with a large mustache and a pickelhaube is addressing the press, accompanied by several other men in equally ridiculous uniforms: the leaders of Destroit, Montrail, Hellywood, Armordillo, Boss-ton, Boltedmore, Arkhangel, Distrito Militar and our old friend, Mayor Quinn B. of Springwheeled, whose town seems to have been expanding itself, as has his gut.

"...and makes it necessary for freedom loving men to band togezher for ze purposes of forming associations of mutual defense. And so, today, my friends, I announce ze formation of ze Traktionstadsgesselschaft. Ve are dedicated to ze preservation of ze ideals of Municipal Darvinism, against ze depredations all who would keep us static, especially ze terrorists known as "Ze Green Storm"."

The speaker was immediately bombarded with questions, many asking if this formation was motivated by the recent death of The Stalker Fang, but Doctor Zero wasn't listening.

[2]

A piece of mail arrived, stamped with the simple authorization and plain letters of ordinary military correspondence. Oenone folded the letter open (even envelopes were reused in The Green Storm and it made monitoring the grunts' mail easier for Intelligence) expecting ordinary orders.

Instead, letters glued to the paper: YOU WILL PAY FOR KILLING HER ALEUTIAN WITCH YOUR LYING TONGUE WILL BE PULLED FROM YOUR MOUTH AND CUT OFF.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage as if it wanted to break free and go bouncing down the hallway and her eyes went wide with shock. But carefully, she began to refold the letter.

Someone had sent that from Rogue's Roost, and they had allies.
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[1]

Doctor Zero is watching one of the holovisions, and looking both concerned and annoyed. She's squinting at it as if this were some trick of the light that will go away if she can just clear her vision.

On the holovis, a middle aged man with a large mustache and a pickelhaube is addressing the press, accompanied by several other men in equally ridiculous uniforms: the leaders of Destroit, Montrail, Hellywood, Armordillo, Boss-ton, Boltedmore, Arkhangel, Distrito Militar and our old friend, Mayor Quinn B. of Springwheeled, whose town seems to have been expanding itself, as has his gut.

"...and makes it necessary for freedom loving men to band togezher for ze purposes of forming associations of mutual defense. And so, today, my friends, I announce ze formation of ze Traktionstadsgesselschaft. Ve are dedicated to ze preservation of ze ideals of Municipal Darvinism, against ze depredations all who would keep us static, especially ze terrorists known as "Ze Green Storm"."

The speaker was immediately bombarded with questions, many asking if this formation was motivated by the recent death of The Stalker Fang, but Doctor Zero wasn't listening.

[2]

A piece of mail arrived, stamped with the simple authorization and plain letters of ordinary military correspondence. Oenone folded the letter open (even envelopes were reused in The Green Storm and it made monitoring the grunts' mail easier for Intelligence) expecting ordinary orders.

Instead, letters glued to the paper: YOU WILL PAY FOR KILLING HER ALEUTIAN WITCH YOUR LYING TONGUE WILL BE PULLED FROM YOUR MOUTH AND CUT OFF.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage as if it wanted to break free and go bouncing down the hallway and her eyes went wide with shock. But carefully, she began to refold the letter.

Someone had sent that from Rogue's Roost, and they had allies.
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[Video]

[Kamille appears, somewhat worn for whatever reason.] Hey... what do you do when you don't know what you want in life?

[Action]

[Kamille's done his fair share of work to get the chalice back up to speed, and he seems to be taking a break and... not really do anything. He's sitting in the arboretum, his tablet off to his side, a bag of food in front of him, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand, just staring off... in the direction of the hanger.]
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[Video]

[Kamille appears, somewhat worn for whatever reason.] Hey... what do you do when you don't know what you want in life?

[Action]

[Kamille's done his fair share of work to get the chalice back up to speed, and he seems to be taking a break and... not really do anything. He's sitting in the arboretum, his tablet off to his side, a bag of food in front of him, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand, just staring off... in the direction of the hanger.]
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It was September 2nd, and a certain little princess's birthday,  so Haman was in the kitchen.

Wait? Did you see that right?

Now the 'Queen of Axis' wasn't a domestic animal by nature, but from the amount of flour that was on her face, the counter tops, and well.. the whole kitchen, it was obvious she had certinally been trying very hard. Now she hunched over the cake, his lips held between her teeth, as piped on the frosting with a novices flair.
"There, all done." Haman stood up and put her hand's on her hips, survying her handywork.

"This looks terriable." Char would be bring Mineva by any moment now, it was to late to try again. With a sigh of displeasure she put the cake up on the counter, and made a hasty effort to clean up.

Haman was about good at cleaning kitches as she was at cooking in them, and she just wasen't used to having to get her hands dirty anymore afterall.

2] Mineva's Party! (MINGLE POST)
Haman has done her best to set up a birthday for Mineva's with limited resources. Come say hello to the birthday girl, or play pin the horn on the Zaku, or just hang about and contemplate stealing her gifts. Haman tried very ahrd to make sure every single person under the age of 18 was invited, and even single witch as well. Now she just hopes they show up.

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It was September 2nd, and a certain little princess's birthday,  so Haman was in the kitchen.

Wait? Did you see that right?

Now the 'Queen of Axis' wasn't a domestic animal by nature, but from the amount of flour that was on her face, the counter tops, and well.. the whole kitchen, it was obvious she had certinally been trying very hard. Now she hunched over the cake, his lips held between her teeth, as piped on the frosting with a novices flair.
"There, all done." Haman stood up and put her hand's on her hips, survying her handywork.

"This looks terriable." Char would be bring Mineva by any moment now, it was to late to try again. With a sigh of displeasure she put the cake up on the counter, and made a hasty effort to clean up.

Haman was about good at cleaning kitches as she was at cooking in them, and she just wasen't used to having to get her hands dirty anymore afterall.

2] Mineva's Party! (MINGLE POST)
Haman has done her best to set up a birthday for Mineva's with limited resources. Come say hello to the birthday girl, or play pin the horn on the Zaku, or just hang about and contemplate stealing her gifts. Haman tried very ahrd to make sure every single person under the age of 18 was invited, and even single witch as well. Now she just hopes they show up.

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After the recent fiasco with the princess going missing, Haman had to look in the face many truth. One among these was the realization of much she had grown to love Mineva. Maybe it was just some hardwired feminine instinct to protect the child she had been intrusted with, but it was the first time Haman had ever felt such fear, for the few hours Mineva had been missing Haman was certain she could have destroyed anything that would have kept them apart.
In the end, all her worry had been for nothing, but all the same it was an interesting fact she had to face. No matter how this had all started, she had grown to think of Mineva as her own.

"Come on then, let's go play." Haman held her hand out to Mineva, and the two headed down the hall together.

Since the moment she had accepted it Haman found herself drawn to spend more time with the girl. Normally she tried hard to keep up her appearances, but not right now. Right now, with that warm smile on her face she didn't look like the mighty and powerful 'Queen of Zeon'. No, today she was just a young woman, at play with her child.

[Private Video message to Kamille and Cynthia]
I'd like to see you both in my office at 1730 today.
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After the recent fiasco with the princess going missing, Haman had to look in the face many truth. One among these was the realization of much she had grown to love Mineva. Maybe it was just some hardwired feminine instinct to protect the child she had been intrusted with, but it was the first time Haman had ever felt such fear, for the few hours Mineva had been missing Haman was certain she could have destroyed anything that would have kept them apart.
In the end, all her worry had been for nothing, but all the same it was an interesting fact she had to face. No matter how this had all started, she had grown to think of Mineva as her own.

"Come on then, let's go play." Haman held her hand out to Mineva, and the two headed down the hall together.

Since the moment she had accepted it Haman found herself drawn to spend more time with the girl. Normally she tried hard to keep up her appearances, but not right now. Right now, with that warm smile on her face she didn't look like the mighty and powerful 'Queen of Zeon'. No, today she was just a young woman, at play with her child.

[Private Video message to Kamille and Cynthia]
I'd like to see you both in my office at 1730 today.
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[[Yes, MarKus just did days of Rider Marathoning. Yes, he took breaks.

After all, someone's gotta feed the kid that showed up while he was watching. Really, he has no idea who the kid is; she's not a Witch, and, dressed all fancy, but she wanted to watch TV, and, anyone who wants to watch Kamen Rider with MarKus is all good in his short, well-illustrated book!

So, if not caught with the Heir of Zeon napping in his lap, in Hikari Studio, this will be MarKus carrying the sleeping Queen to her room... uhhh.... whichever one it's supposed to be...

Turns out, Mineva was with MarKus the whole time. Kamille and Cynthia found her, but, got distracted watching Kamen Rider as well, and, failed to pass on the message of "She's safe".]]
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[[Yes, MarKus just did days of Rider Marathoning. Yes, he took breaks.

After all, someone's gotta feed the kid that showed up while he was watching. Really, he has no idea who the kid is; she's not a Witch, and, dressed all fancy, but she wanted to watch TV, and, anyone who wants to watch Kamen Rider with MarKus is all good in his short, well-illustrated book!

So, if not caught with the Heir of Zeon napping in his lap, in Hikari Studio, this will be MarKus carrying the sleeping Queen to her room... uhhh.... whichever one it's supposed to be...

Turns out, Mineva was with MarKus the whole time. Kamille and Cynthia found her, but, got distracted watching Kamen Rider as well, and, failed to pass on the message of "She's safe".]]
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*You were just minding your own business wherever whenever when you suddenly heard a crash. And now you're finding yourself exchanging look with a slim girl in a skintight bodysuit who apparently just fell down from a ceiling vent.

Wait, what, you think this is a girl who joined the ship a few days ago or something?

For now you two are just looking to each others eye to eye in silence.*

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gudbye_despair: (Hmmm...)
[personal profile] gudbye_despair
*You were just minding your own business wherever whenever when you suddenly heard a crash. And now you're finding yourself exchanging look with a slim girl in a skintight bodysuit who apparently just fell down from a ceiling vent.

Wait, what, you think this is a girl who joined the ship a few days ago or something?

For now you two are just looking to each others eye to eye in silence.*

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[identity profile] aheartstrength.livejournal.com
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[ Someone ought to really tell Hoshi to stop being in the kitchen so often, but after a victory like that, well she can't help but celebrate in her own way and that's through making a three-tiered cake! There's different flavors on each level - vanilla, chocolate and strawberry covered with frosting and little decorations here and there.

For Ciel and Dita, there's meals already prepared as her way of saying thanks. However, she seems pretty content with everything that's going on - even though she's sore and exhausted from the previous battle. ]


Attention, crew! There's cake being served in the kitchen! Come on in to get a slice!

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[ After she's cleaned up the kitchen and made sure that it's to her standards, she goes into her assigned room and just pretty much collapses on to her pillow. She most likely won't move, but hey - she's able to talk if people wanna get in on that. ]

Bed's so comfy... I don't wanna get up!
[identity profile] aheartstrength.livejournal.com
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[ Someone ought to really tell Hoshi to stop being in the kitchen so often, but after a victory like that, well she can't help but celebrate in her own way and that's through making a three-tiered cake! There's different flavors on each level - vanilla, chocolate and strawberry covered with frosting and little decorations here and there.

For Ciel and Dita, there's meals already prepared as her way of saying thanks. However, she seems pretty content with everything that's going on - even though she's sore and exhausted from the previous battle. ]


Attention, crew! There's cake being served in the kitchen! Come on in to get a slice!

2

[ After she's cleaned up the kitchen and made sure that it's to her standards, she goes into her assigned room and just pretty much collapses on to her pillow. She most likely won't move, but hey - she's able to talk if people wanna get in on that. ]

Bed's so comfy... I don't wanna get up!
[identity profile] zeonfunnelcake.livejournal.com
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Ah, the colonies.
If you think Haman was going to stay on the ship, well you would be very wrong.

In town you might find Haman shopping, walking the long boulevards of the colony, eying window displays. For once the Regent isn't wearing her uniform, and instead she wore a rather simple and over sized linen sundress, with a scarf and big sunglasses, hoping to not be recognized by any of the colonists. It would be dangerous if the wrong people knew she was strolling around, unprotected. But even the Regent needed a little time to self.

Haman didn't mean to, but she found herself standing outside the display window for a upscale bridal salon, breath stolen by the dress in the window.

"Wow...."
[identity profile] zeonfunnelcake.livejournal.com
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Ah, the colonies.
If you think Haman was going to stay on the ship, well you would be very wrong.

In town you might find Haman shopping, walking the long boulevards of the colony, eying window displays. For once the Regent isn't wearing her uniform, and instead she wore a rather simple and over sized linen sundress, with a scarf and big sunglasses, hoping to not be recognized by any of the colonists. It would be dangerous if the wrong people knew she was strolling around, unprotected. But even the Regent needed a little time to self.

Haman didn't mean to, but she found herself standing outside the display window for a upscale bridal salon, breath stolen by the dress in the window.

"Wow...."
[identity profile] redfckngcomet.livejournal.com
(1)

[ Char had been sedated following his bout with depressurization sickness. He also had two cracked ribs from Hambrabi's tail spike piercing his cockpit and pressing the control console into his chest, but his injuries weren't life-threatening, and he was expected to make a full recovery.

That night, however, Char was having strange, vivid dreams, not just caused by the sedative. A familiar voice was talking inside of his mind due to where they were (Solomon), and because of the massive amount of death in the area. This was what Char was dreading. In his dream, he was surrounded by shadows burnt onto the ground by a nuclear blast, four of which resembled Haman, Kamille, Mineva, and Cynthia. He's starting to wake up, though. The last thing he sees as he begins to wake up is Lalah's smiling face, telling him it's not real. ]


(2)


[ Char's awake. He's stuck in the infirmary for another 24 hours for observation, and he's on some mild pain meds for the broken ribs. But... he looks depressed, disheartened. Maybe a little discouraged. Talk to him? ]
[identity profile] redfckngcomet.livejournal.com
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[ Char had been sedated following his bout with depressurization sickness. He also had two cracked ribs from Hambrabi's tail spike piercing his cockpit and pressing the control console into his chest, but his injuries weren't life-threatening, and he was expected to make a full recovery.

That night, however, Char was having strange, vivid dreams, not just caused by the sedative. A familiar voice was talking inside of his mind due to where they were (Solomon), and because of the massive amount of death in the area. This was what Char was dreading. In his dream, he was surrounded by shadows burnt onto the ground by a nuclear blast, four of which resembled Haman, Kamille, Mineva, and Cynthia. He's starting to wake up, though. The last thing he sees as he begins to wake up is Lalah's smiling face, telling him it's not real. ]


(2)


[ Char's awake. He's stuck in the infirmary for another 24 hours for observation, and he's on some mild pain meds for the broken ribs. But... he looks depressed, disheartened. Maybe a little discouraged. Talk to him? ]
[identity profile] zeonfunnelcake.livejournal.com
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Haman had left the hanger quickly, the Quebely still smoldering from damage. To much anger, and to much fear overloaded her, added to the end of the adrenaline high of battle, she felt like quite a mess. Char was probably in medical by now, but she was in no state to sit beside him yet.
Haman made a beeline for her quarters, refusing to stop to talk to anyone. Once inside, she locked the door behind her and with a deep sigh, Haman began to screamed in rage. She let the fire inside her grow for a moment, anger and confusion turning in on itself, and then she punched the hard metal wall with full force.
His mind went white hot with the pain of bone on metal, and all her anger suddenly turned soft with the pain of it.

After a few minutes the energy burnt itself out, and a shower and a change of clothes made her at least look a bit more together, save for her swollen knuckles. It was hard to keep her game face on when there was so much on her mind. It was going to be tough to keep it together until Char recovered from this incident, but hopefully her new recruits would help lighten the load.

Just as Haman open the door of her quarters...

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Haman had recently 'requisitioned' a small office down an mostly unused hallway on the Chalice. Having underlings again meant she needed a place for business, and though it was more than 'modest' it was better than trying to cram all five of them into her very small room. Nothing matched, every stick of furniture was different, and the only nicety in the whole room was the Zeon flag on the back wall, and a vase of pink roses sitting on her desk.
It was late, but there was to much on her mind to sleep now. After everything that had happened today, now was a time for planning, for the actions would have to be carried out sooner than they where likely to be ready for.
If one needed to speak of Official matters with the Regent, now would be a good time."
[identity profile] zeonfunnelcake.livejournal.com
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Haman had left the hanger quickly, the Quebely still smoldering from damage. To much anger, and to much fear overloaded her, added to the end of the adrenaline high of battle, she felt like quite a mess. Char was probably in medical by now, but she was in no state to sit beside him yet.
Haman made a beeline for her quarters, refusing to stop to talk to anyone. Once inside, she locked the door behind her and with a deep sigh, Haman began to screamed in rage. She let the fire inside her grow for a moment, anger and confusion turning in on itself, and then she punched the hard metal wall with full force.
His mind went white hot with the pain of bone on metal, and all her anger suddenly turned soft with the pain of it.

After a few minutes the energy burnt itself out, and a shower and a change of clothes made her at least look a bit more together, save for her swollen knuckles. It was hard to keep her game face on when there was so much on her mind. It was going to be tough to keep it together until Char recovered from this incident, but hopefully her new recruits would help lighten the load.

Just as Haman open the door of her quarters...

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Haman had recently 'requisitioned' a small office down an mostly unused hallway on the Chalice. Having underlings again meant she needed a place for business, and though it was more than 'modest' it was better than trying to cram all five of them into her very small room. Nothing matched, every stick of furniture was different, and the only nicety in the whole room was the Zeon flag on the back wall, and a vase of pink roses sitting on her desk.
It was late, but there was to much on her mind to sleep now. After everything that had happened today, now was a time for planning, for the actions would have to be carried out sooner than they where likely to be ready for.
If one needed to speak of Official matters with the Regent, now would be a good time."
[identity profile] 2good4thegundam.livejournal.com
1. [After much ado, it's that sex ed course Sayla's been promising! She's set aside a meeting room, and has a little presentation set up.]

Alright. I'll try to make this quick...

Now, when a human male and a human female have sexual intercourse, in this method [She clicks a button, flipping to a helpful explanatory slide], it is possible-but not guaranteed-that the female will have a child begin to grow inside their womb. This can be avoided through a number of medical methods known as contraceptives. Medical science being what it is, these can be taken orally. We have quite a few on board, and if you stop by the infirmary at any point, I will be more than happy to hand them off to you along with the appropriate instructions.

Humans being the naturally inventive and curious sort we are, there are a wide variety of other forms of sexual intercourse which cannot result in a pregnancy. [Several slides flip by in rapid succession, depicting such poses. Also a pig.] These are collectively referred to as "Sodomy". While they cannot result in a pregnancy, these acts can transmit certain diseases, almost all of which can be cured or prevented with proper care. Yes, it is embarrassing, but if anything weird is going on with your genitals, do come to the sickbay about it. I shall avoid telling others.

In short, if you are planning to engage in sexual acts, do talk to one of the ship's medical staff beforehand. If you are sick, come to them. And never, ever, have intimate contact with Luger Amwulf.

Are there any questions?

2. [Locked to Cheng and Devon]
 
[Sayla's taken Cheng and Devon aside at some point, to discuss upcoming matters.]

Alright, so...how much do you two know about what you're getting into?

3.


[Sayla's walking the hallways, when she notices Kamille and his new uniform.]

...What on earth are you wearing?
[identity profile] 2good4thegundam.livejournal.com
1. [After much ado, it's that sex ed course Sayla's been promising! She's set aside a meeting room, and has a little presentation set up.]

Alright. I'll try to make this quick...

Now, when a human male and a human female have sexual intercourse, in this method [She clicks a button, flipping to a helpful explanatory slide], it is possible-but not guaranteed-that the female will have a child begin to grow inside their womb. This can be avoided through a number of medical methods known as contraceptives. Medical science being what it is, these can be taken orally. We have quite a few on board, and if you stop by the infirmary at any point, I will be more than happy to hand them off to you along with the appropriate instructions.

Humans being the naturally inventive and curious sort we are, there are a wide variety of other forms of sexual intercourse which cannot result in a pregnancy. [Several slides flip by in rapid succession, depicting such poses. Also a pig.] These are collectively referred to as "Sodomy". While they cannot result in a pregnancy, these acts can transmit certain diseases, almost all of which can be cured or prevented with proper care. Yes, it is embarrassing, but if anything weird is going on with your genitals, do come to the sickbay about it. I shall avoid telling others.

In short, if you are planning to engage in sexual acts, do talk to one of the ship's medical staff beforehand. If you are sick, come to them. And never, ever, have intimate contact with Luger Amwulf.

Are there any questions?

2. [Locked to Cheng and Devon]
 
[Sayla's taken Cheng and Devon aside at some point, to discuss upcoming matters.]

Alright, so...how much do you two know about what you're getting into?

3.


[Sayla's walking the hallways, when she notices Kamille and his new uniform.]

...What on earth are you wearing?
[identity profile] zeonfunnelcake.livejournal.com
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1) Haman seems rather busy. If you see her in the hallway you might notice a paper-wrapped parcel cradled in her arms, a table pc in the other, and a look of determination on her face. There where things to do it seemed. A few of her Zeon guards followed her with what looked like a roll of red fabric. If you need something, you better make it quick.

2)(locked to Kamille and Char)
Haman rapped her knuckles on Kamille's door rapidly. She had a few thing that needed to be said before they made this official. She looked down at the package in her arms, and smiled, feeling quite proud of herself.
She knocked again impatiently. It's not nice to keep the Regent waiting.
[identity profile] zeonfunnelcake.livejournal.com
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1) Haman seems rather busy. If you see her in the hallway you might notice a paper-wrapped parcel cradled in her arms, a table pc in the other, and a look of determination on her face. There where things to do it seemed. A few of her Zeon guards followed her with what looked like a roll of red fabric. If you need something, you better make it quick.

2)(locked to Kamille and Char)
Haman rapped her knuckles on Kamille's door rapidly. She had a few thing that needed to be said before they made this official. She looked down at the package in her arms, and smiled, feeling quite proud of herself.
She knocked again impatiently. It's not nice to keep the Regent waiting.
[identity profile] zetahatsudo.livejournal.com
The Zeta's in piss poor shape right now. The head is gone, a leg is missing, and just about the only thing in one piece is the pilot, who is standing by the machine. His form appears darkened, and if you're a newtype or emotion sensite, you can see it made darker by his mental condition. His hands are clenched, but he makes no motions to do anything. It's kind of hard to tell what happened, but those who went with Kamille on that mission will know just why Kamille feels this way.

Approach at your own peril, ye who come this way.
[identity profile] zetahatsudo.livejournal.com
The Zeta's in piss poor shape right now. The head is gone, a leg is missing, and just about the only thing in one piece is the pilot, who is standing by the machine. His form appears darkened, and if you're a newtype or emotion sensite, you can see it made darker by his mental condition. His hands are clenched, but he makes no motions to do anything. It's kind of hard to tell what happened, but those who went with Kamille on that mission will know just why Kamille feels this way.

Approach at your own peril, ye who come this way.
[identity profile] zeonfunnelcake.livejournal.com
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If you had noticed Haman hasn't been around much lately, you might notice her now, standing conspicuously in the hallway, holding Mineva's hand. They seemed to be waiting, because Haman kept check the time, and then sighing. She had a gym back over her shoulder, and a notebook in one hand.
Mineva stood on the other hand and stand wide eyes, clutching to her guardian's hand. She was restless, and hate waiting, but all the same she wanted to behave. So instead, she bounced up and down a bit, looking from her shoes to Haman and then back again. What was strange about the whole thing was the dress the child was wearing. It was a bit lopsided, the seam lines crude and lumpy. It look like someone with out much talent had made it by hand. It seemed to be held together with determination alone. Thought a line bit of lace on the short sleeves showed that there was alot of effort put into it, despite the distinct lack of skill. Mineva didn't seem to mind, and from time to time would swish her skirts a little with a big grin.
[identity profile] zeonfunnelcake.livejournal.com
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If you had noticed Haman hasn't been around much lately, you might notice her now, standing conspicuously in the hallway, holding Mineva's hand. They seemed to be waiting, because Haman kept check the time, and then sighing. She had a gym back over her shoulder, and a notebook in one hand.
Mineva stood on the other hand and stand wide eyes, clutching to her guardian's hand. She was restless, and hate waiting, but all the same she wanted to behave. So instead, she bounced up and down a bit, looking from her shoes to Haman and then back again. What was strange about the whole thing was the dress the child was wearing. It was a bit lopsided, the seam lines crude and lumpy. It look like someone with out much talent had made it by hand. It seemed to be held together with determination alone. Thought a line bit of lace on the short sleeves showed that there was alot of effort put into it, despite the distinct lack of skill. Mineva didn't seem to mind, and from time to time would swish her skirts a little with a big grin.
[identity profile] getter-class.livejournal.com
Directly after the mission, Hayato is standing before the smoking remains of HALO, his coat flapping in the breeze. He is surrounded by technicians and soldiers from The Tower, who are getting ready to start stripping down the remains of the legendary mecha for it's technological secrets and for spare parts.

He's also waiting for a visit from Char, who he suspects might wish to discuss some matter with him.

And hey, who WOULDN'T want a chance to get a look at the most famous (or maybe infamous) robots of all time up close? Feel free to drop by for sight seeing.
[identity profile] getter-class.livejournal.com
Directly after the mission, Hayato is standing before the smoking remains of HALO, his coat flapping in the breeze. He is surrounded by technicians and soldiers from The Tower, who are getting ready to start stripping down the remains of the legendary mecha for it's technological secrets and for spare parts.

He's also waiting for a visit from Char, who he suspects might wish to discuss some matter with him.

And hey, who WOULDN'T want a chance to get a look at the most famous (or maybe infamous) robots of all time up close? Feel free to drop by for sight seeing.
[identity profile] judau-ashta.livejournal.com
So is it finally over? Kinda hard to sense stuff when the room is spinning....

[And yes, he is in a hospital bed, oddly tied up a bit; it was for his own good. Those bruises on his forehead still haven't cleared up, and yes, when poked, it does hurt like hell.]

So can someone tell me some results, like with Char and all that Zeon stuff? Medicine kinda knocked me out for awhile. [He looks around a bit, as if in confusion.] Anyone here bells? No seriously, I hear bells....and the Macho Man theme? What the heck?

[Someone may wanna recheck that medicine Judau took.]
[identity profile] judau-ashta.livejournal.com
So is it finally over? Kinda hard to sense stuff when the room is spinning....

[And yes, he is in a hospital bed, oddly tied up a bit; it was for his own good. Those bruises on his forehead still haven't cleared up, and yes, when poked, it does hurt like hell.]

So can someone tell me some results, like with Char and all that Zeon stuff? Medicine kinda knocked me out for awhile. [He looks around a bit, as if in confusion.] Anyone here bells? No seriously, I hear bells....and the Macho Man theme? What the heck?

[Someone may wanna recheck that medicine Judau took.]
[identity profile] thestrayhawk.livejournal.com
((OOC: We just defeated another pair of big bosses after a decently long route split so mingle post go. This is set pretty much right after both Jeremy and RGNK are defeated and everyone arrives back on the Chalice so go get more CR))

1. [There seems to be a large celebration after everyone was rescued successfully. The hangar seems to be buzzing with people coming back at different intervals. After being separated from each other for a good two weeks waiting to celebrate their victory didn't seem right.]

2. [Ichitaka on the other hand seemed depressed to say the least. After getting himself out of the crushed cockpit of the Rushbird he didn't go for medical attention even while blood continued to leak from his forehead. All he was doing was staring at the crushed Rushbird both eyes looking hollow and empty.]
[identity profile] thestrayhawk.livejournal.com
((OOC: We just defeated another pair of big bosses after a decently long route split so mingle post go. This is set pretty much right after both Jeremy and RGNK are defeated and everyone arrives back on the Chalice so go get more CR))

1. [There seems to be a large celebration after everyone was rescued successfully. The hangar seems to be buzzing with people coming back at different intervals. After being separated from each other for a good two weeks waiting to celebrate their victory didn't seem right.]

2. [Ichitaka on the other hand seemed depressed to say the least. After getting himself out of the crushed cockpit of the Rushbird he didn't go for medical attention even while blood continued to leak from his forehead. All he was doing was staring at the crushed Rushbird both eyes looking hollow and empty.]

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