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 Mira's away from the Eva long enough to drop her mech off in it's place.  But Gods help any NERV security that gets in her way as she marches right back, actually looking for one of the doctors.  Yeah she knew what she was about to do was probably a BAD IDEA (Tm) but at the moment she really could care less.

Well at least she came unarmed... though she's still in her CV-r, her leather jacket over it.  
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[1]

Damn.
Damn it all.

[Despite the choice of icon, Devon is not in her Sophium armor. And that's the only reason the corridor wall she keeps punching is not dented yet - or worse. Instead, her fists look badly battered and at this rate she's going to break something.]

The worst scenario turned out to be true. In the end Han Zhi played everyone like fools... everyone. I had no business running a country! I am a warrior. That was a huge mistake.

Fuck.


[2]
[Devon is composed, but she looks tired and depressed as shit when she gives this announcement.]

Han Zhi's rise to power was not legitimate - he usurped it through force. The official State of Gucun government does not recognize him as a leader and will continue to operate from aboard the White Chalice.

[She sighs and adds something privately. The following is locked only to close friends.]

Also, my daughters have been moved to ReHome. This is for safety, in case White Chalice - or my family, becomes the target of an attack. Lowe Gear's crew made sure they are treated well so if you want to visit them, you know where to go.
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 [1]
Mira's darting across the hangar, still slapping the under armor on as she heads to her bike having an idea on how to test something and wanting to run the checks to see if it'll work before suggesting it to anyone else.

"Outta the way people!"  yep the tech's in full thinking mode... might want to jump out of her way.

[2] 

A few hours later Mira's up on the deck grinning like a fool as she holds up the 'guns' she's retrofitted.  The ammo's mostly harmless.

"Okay!  I realize I'm one of the jokes on this ship so kinda asking someone who's a better fighter to help me get some hands on training that won't require someone going to medical.  Anyone up for a mecha styled water balloon fight?"  Hey she needed something that would be easier to clean up than you know paintballs?
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She hasn't told anyone because really she doesn't want a big deal made about it.  But Mira's currently sitting in the dark, leaning against the wall a bottle of jack next to her.  She was humming to herself tapping her foot slightly as she did.  Too much was on her mind, She was still trying to figure out how best to help Kensuke.   

Then there was other things on her mind, like what was she doing there on the Chalice.  Part of it was because of orders.  Her captain hadn't sent her other orders yet.  She's not even paying attention to the door about five feet away. 
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[Kamille was feeling fantastic today. Yes, the Chalice's standing with the feds dropped even further thanks to the fucking terrorist, but that was a drop in the water compared to what he was really excited about: The return of Cynthia Lane and Gainer Sanga from the clutches of the OverDevil. For once, he felt like things were going his way, and he intended to express this in a creative fashion.]

[When the Cafeteria is finally open again, it's decked out in full party mode, the bluenett Newtype pulling out all the stops in creating enough food to fuel the occasion. A rather obvious, if somewhat plain, banner hangs from the ceiling]

"WELCOME BACK, CYNTHIA AND GAINER"

[In all of this, Kamille finds himself lying on a bench that he dragged to a corner, the high of success finally washing over him as fatigue set in. Soul-crushing, Death-warmed-over, Why-am-I-still-awake fatigue.]

[Locked to anti-dummy plug group]

[While the festivities are in full swing, Kamille has sent you a message to meet him back in the same empty storage unit they met in last time. He has apparently already slipped out of the party himself at this point, using the excuse of finally turning in for the evening to get away while everyone was distracted. What could he want?]

[OOC: This is a mingle post to celebrate the return of Gainer and Cynthia. Kamille put a lot of effort into making this happen (which may or may not have involved dragging unwilling victims finding volunteers to help him do it), so you might have to seek him out to harass him for pushing himself too hard. AGAIN.]
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Mira's singing softly not really paying attention to what's going on around her today as she's tinkering with repairs on a mecha.

"What would you do if I sang out of tune... would you stand up and walk out on me."  She goes quiet, sticking the tool she's using into her mouth so she can pull herself into the machine a little more needing a better angle to get to the part she's trying to fix.

She yelps as she's shocked by a wire inside and bangs her head, dropping the tool non too gently to her stomach.  Ow wrenches are a little painful.  And yes there's ranting in several languages as she growls.  

"Okay really can I call today off!  See totally calling in dead here!"  She crawled out from the cubby hitting the mech with a fist hissing when it hurt.

((ooc: Mun's being abusive to muse because she's having a bad week so far))

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Okay so maybe taking over the cafeteria with an impromptu stage wasn't the best waste of her time, but hey! Whomever wants is free to hang out and maybe she'll play a few requests...

But first! We gotta get this party started!
The rest of the setOthers on request.
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This is a secure transmission. I believe we share a mutual friend who we desire to assist. He is under the command of people who don't have his best interests at heart. Do you understand me?
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1) Mira's looking over the designs for the original cyclone trying to figure out how to modify it for a certain camera loving pilot she knows. She promised him a bike, and it would be something that would allow him to get around when they're on shore leave at least. A holographic model of it is turning slowly in front of her as she colors it to look a little like his EVA.

2)
It's late night, Mira's in a quiet conference room, seated by the window, Lucifer's in her hands she's singing softly to herself, not really paying attention to the doorway.

3)
Mira's testing out the ShadowDancer. most of the systems seem to be working fine. Only thing left to test is the cloaking device. "Okay Cloak's going hot in three count." She thought it best to alert the techs helping her at least. Activating it... nothing happened. "We're still reading you perfectly Mira." She scowled as the HUD went dead. "Okay... that's not good. Lost power guys." She climbed out of the cyclone in it's robot mode and looked it over. "Damn it this should have worked..."
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1
Music blared as she worked with a machine bending the new armor plaiting that would go on her new cyclone. It was well past two am, and she was singing along, off key, a bottle of tequila may be involved, sitting oh so innocently on one of the benches near where she was working. The blond took another swig from the bottle, making a face as she looked over the plans DK was showing her.

"This might not be strong enough with the extra power I'm stuffing in the shell." She thought she was talking to the mini computer of hers, but hey, anyone is welcome to complain about the noise, help out or order her to bed.

2
Mira's built the bare bones Shadow Dancer, the armor plating isn't on it, and it's in 'bot' mode as she runs through tests the ai in her computer running the machine while she's moving about it controlling both with the connections through the CV-r. Mira frowns a little backing up, the readouts she's seeing in her helmet are off still. Though part of her wonders if that's because she's going through the mini comp and not actually in the system. The bottle... it's empty and she's holding a cup of coffee in her hands.

3
She's late for her shift Though looks like Mira's taking a page from Lucchini's book, you want this tech you can find her curled up hugging the new, but not fitted manifold painted in a deep purple, in her work station. Lucifer's leaning against the tool box, sheets of paper are scattered around her, seems sometime while working these last few days, she's managed to work on some new music... Dare to wake her?
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1) Medical
Mira's in bad shape, water's not good for the woman EVER!  Currently she's lying unconscious in the decompression suite, there's a lot of damage, but she's still alive.   The only thing that probably saved her from being dead was the CV-r which they actually had to cut her out of.  She had passed out once she had gotten back to the shuttle and hadn't woken yet.  They're monitoring her carefully, but until the nitrogen's out of her system they can't really treat any of the other injuries she sustained.  

2) Hangar 
She should be resting, it's been a few days since the mission, and she's been ordered to rest.  So why the hell is she looking at the remains of her cyclone.  She also seems to be in the only room on the outer parts of the ship that doesn't have windows.  She might be avoiding any of the ship's shrinks too, with warning shots if the gun within reach is any indication.  

3)  Workshop
Mira's finally dozed off, she's curled up in her work area... is she actually hugging a new bike manifold?  she doesn't look that comfortable either.
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Mira sat in one of her favorite places, Lucy at her side, though the guitar was being ignored as she went over things that Tony Stark had given her. Some of the plans for the advanced Cyclone were modifications that she could do to her bike with a little work. She hummed a little, the song was an oldie that she thought amusingly fit with him.

Soon she was singing the lyrics, in a low whisper, not even knowing if there were others in the secluded room she was sitting on the floor in.

Her fingers danced over the holographic keyboard as she checked to see if they had supplies to try the mods with.
[identity profile] sakurasblood.livejournal.com
Despite probably needing to get checked out in medical Mira was avoiding that like the plague.  it was only luck she had survived after all.

Grabbing up the sketches she groaned a little as she wavered on her feet a moment before steadying herself, yeah... Medical might be good, but she shoved the pain down running down the corridors. 

Feel free to try to convince her to actually check in with medical.  After all whatever she's planning should be able to wait a while right? 
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Despite probably needing to get checked out in medical Mira was avoiding that like the plague.  it was only luck she had survived after all.

Grabbing up the sketches she groaned a little as she wavered on her feet a moment before steadying herself, yeah... Medical might be good, but she shoved the pain down running down the corridors. 

Feel free to try to convince her to actually check in with medical.  After all whatever she's planning should be able to wait a while right? 
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1.

Mira threw her helmet at her cyclone wincing a little.  "Yeah sliding on the ground not recommended in the cyclone I know body."  She looked at the bike.  Repairs would have to wait right now she really wanted to check on the others then grab a nice hot shower hopefully that would help with being so stiff.  "Modifications, if I'm going to be going into the heat of the fight more now more fire power twenty four missiles are not enough."  Okay what she'd rather have is a better gun than the pistol.  Plans would have to be made...

2.

Mira's gotten her shower and is now icing her shoulder sipping coffee.  There's one of her notebooks in front of her, a half finished song written out.  The lyrics need a little work, but she's drumming the beat out with her hand on the table.  biting her lip she scowled grabbing her stuff storming out with coffee cup in hand the scenes from the mission still bounced around in her head and she needed a better distraction. 
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1.

Mira threw her helmet at her cyclone wincing a little.  "Yeah sliding on the ground not recommended in the cyclone I know body."  She looked at the bike.  Repairs would have to wait right now she really wanted to check on the others then grab a nice hot shower hopefully that would help with being so stiff.  "Modifications, if I'm going to be going into the heat of the fight more now more fire power twenty four missiles are not enough."  Okay what she'd rather have is a better gun than the pistol.  Plans would have to be made...

2.

Mira's gotten her shower and is now icing her shoulder sipping coffee.  There's one of her notebooks in front of her, a half finished song written out.  The lyrics need a little work, but she's drumming the beat out with her hand on the table.  biting her lip she scowled grabbing her stuff storming out with coffee cup in hand the scenes from the mission still bounced around in her head and she needed a better distraction. 

Second song

Jun. 7th, 2012 03:33 pm
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The blond was singing softly as she tapped out a beat with her foot as she worked with some parts referring to a sketch every now and then.  

The blond set down the tools a moment so that she could beat out the drum solo on the work bench before hooking the device she was working with up to the on board  computer on her bike slipping the goggles she had on her head down to her eyes looking over the display a moment.    

If anyone were to enter she'd deny to the rocking out of course.  

Second song

Jun. 7th, 2012 03:33 pm
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The blond was singing softly as she tapped out a beat with her foot as she worked with some parts referring to a sketch every now and then.  

The blond set down the tools a moment so that she could beat out the drum solo on the work bench before hooking the device she was working with up to the on board  computer on her bike slipping the goggles she had on her head down to her eyes looking over the display a moment.    

If anyone were to enter she'd deny to the rocking out of course.  
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Hayato wasn't really angry. If anything, he was in a good mood. Sure, they had failed to capture the dragon, but they had kept it out of Invader hands as well, and losses had been absurdly low. However, part of him had been building up to the idea that after today this whole thing would be over. It wasn't, and so Hayato found himself filled with impatient, nervous energy.

He was taking it out in the gym on a punching bag. Each punch was so fast it was hard to follow with the naked eye. After a while, a particularly strong punch actually tore a hole in the bag, spilling sand all over the floor. Hayato stopped, and just stared at his hand for a while, opening and closing his hand into a fist while thinking.
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Hayato wasn't really angry. If anything, he was in a good mood. Sure, they had failed to capture the dragon, but they had kept it out of Invader hands as well, and losses had been absurdly low. However, part of him had been building up to the idea that after today this whole thing would be over. It wasn't, and so Hayato found himself filled with impatient, nervous energy.

He was taking it out in the gym on a punching bag. Each punch was so fast it was hard to follow with the naked eye. After a while, a particularly strong punch actually tore a hole in the bag, spilling sand all over the floor. Hayato stopped, and just stared at his hand for a while, opening and closing his hand into a fist while thinking.
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1.[Oh, hey, it's a video broadcast from Sayla. What could this be about?]

Alright. I've done some thinking, and given how many people we have on board, and the widely varying natures of your educations, I've decided to host a basic sex ed course over the next few weeks. If you are between the ages of 13 and 20, attendance is mandatory, unless I give you an exemption. If you are from another planet, dimension, or decade, then come even if you're over 20.

Feel free to complain starting...now.
[identity profile] 2good4thegundam.livejournal.com
1.[Oh, hey, it's a video broadcast from Sayla. What could this be about?]

Alright. I've done some thinking, and given how many people we have on board, and the widely varying natures of your educations, I've decided to host a basic sex ed course over the next few weeks. If you are between the ages of 13 and 20, attendance is mandatory, unless I give you an exemption. If you are from another planet, dimension, or decade, then come even if you're over 20.

Feel free to complain starting...now.
[identity profile] sakurasblood.livejournal.com
Mira had woken, her Cyclone wasn't with her, which worried her, though the doctor explained that it was in working order, but the concussion she had received, he explained she should take it easy for a few days.  It was also explained she had been taken to the Chalice.  A quick call to her superior officers had them informing her that they wanted her to stay with the ship for now, if she was needed they'd send for her, which meant she'd have to expect a bumpy ride with whatever pilot they got to fly one of the training Valks the unit had to get her.

Hour later had her searching for where her bike had been put.  The metal case that covered her guitar was dented, but the guitar within was still in one piece.  Pulling it out she pulled it over her shoulder feeling better.  Now she just had to figure out who brought her to the ship to thank them.

So Chalice, have a slightly dazed blond in a purple and grey uniform with a black guitar case over her shoulder roaming around, she'll work on the repairs to her cyclone in a bit, just looked like it was mostly scuffs anyway, nothing that can't be dealt with with a little work, not like she hasn't kitbashed spare parts for the bike before.
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Mira had woken, her Cyclone wasn't with her, which worried her, though the doctor explained that it was in working order, but the concussion she had received, he explained she should take it easy for a few days.  It was also explained she had been taken to the Chalice.  A quick call to her superior officers had them informing her that they wanted her to stay with the ship for now, if she was needed they'd send for her, which meant she'd have to expect a bumpy ride with whatever pilot they got to fly one of the training Valks the unit had to get her.

Hour later had her searching for where her bike had been put.  The metal case that covered her guitar was dented, but the guitar within was still in one piece.  Pulling it out she pulled it over her shoulder feeling better.  Now she just had to figure out who brought her to the ship to thank them.

So Chalice, have a slightly dazed blond in a purple and grey uniform with a black guitar case over her shoulder roaming around, she'll work on the repairs to her cyclone in a bit, just looked like it was mostly scuffs anyway, nothing that can't be dealt with with a little work, not like she hasn't kitbashed spare parts for the bike before.

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