A summer cold

[hearturrushrod.livejournal.com]

When she had woken up Adette had felt fine. Mid morning she had caught a light sneeze, and by the afternoon she was running a low grade fever. Abandoning her work, Adette headed for the kitchen.
Hot Toddys and soup. It was cure anything right?

1) You might find Adette in the kitchen, up-ending whiskey into her cup of tea, and trying to keep her nose from running right off her face. Her long hair pulled back into a thick braid, and pinned to the top of her head to try and relieve the heat she felt. And though it wasn't to obvious how much she felt like crap, she kept to herself about it, trying to make herself a bit of comfort food as quickly as she can. Spreading a cold would only make everyone miserable!

2) Later Adette has holed up in her Quarters with a hot toddy (though it was more whiskey than tea) and a thick novel. A note taped to the door warned people that she was sick and had locked herself away till she felt better.

For once she was laying in her bed, and not her hammock, wrapped in a course quilt over a nightgown and satin robe, and her hair looking quite a mess.

A summer cold

[hearturrushrod.livejournal.com]

When she had woken up Adette had felt fine. Mid morning she had caught a light sneeze, and by the afternoon she was running a low grade fever. Abandoning her work, Adette headed for the kitchen.
Hot Toddys and soup. It was cure anything right?

1) You might find Adette in the kitchen, up-ending whiskey into her cup of tea, and trying to keep her nose from running right off her face. Her long hair pulled back into a thick braid, and pinned to the top of her head to try and relieve the heat she felt. And though it wasn't to obvious how much she felt like crap, she kept to herself about it, trying to make herself a bit of comfort food as quickly as she can. Spreading a cold would only make everyone miserable!

2) Later Adette has holed up in her Quarters with a hot toddy (though it was more whiskey than tea) and a thick novel. A note taped to the door warned people that she was sick and had locked herself away till she felt better.

For once she was laying in her bed, and not her hammock, wrapped in a course quilt over a nightgown and satin robe, and her hair looking quite a mess.

Two 'o clock and I wish that I was sleeping/ You're in my head like a song on the radio

[haro-and-firing.livejournal.com]

Sleep refused to come, and Lockon had surrendered. With Haro in tow, he left the Plotmey and walked the quiet halls of the Chalice. Here at least he could be awake, without being under the eyes of Miss Sumaragi and the others, and since this ship was so much larger, there was certainly more corridors to pace in.
Lockon had his hands in the pockets of his well fitting jeans, and despite that this little outing was happening in the middle of the night, he found it all rather comforting. Maybe the chalice wasn't as bad as he made it out to be. After all, the other Meister's seemed to like it over here just fine.

For a moment he entertained the thought of going to Allelujah's quarters. But it was long past 2 am now, certainly he would be sleeping. And it didn't seem like a good idea to wake up Allelujah for anything short of an emergency. So he pushed the thought away, and kept on walking.


Who else is up at this hour?

Two 'o clock and I wish that I was sleeping/ You're in my head like a song on the radio

[haro-and-firing.livejournal.com]

Sleep refused to come, and Lockon had surrendered. With Haro in tow, he left the Plotmey and walked the quiet halls of the Chalice. Here at least he could be awake, without being under the eyes of Miss Sumaragi and the others, and since this ship was so much larger, there was certainly more corridors to pace in.
Lockon had his hands in the pockets of his well fitting jeans, and despite that this little outing was happening in the middle of the night, he found it all rather comforting. Maybe the chalice wasn't as bad as he made it out to be. After all, the other Meister's seemed to like it over here just fine.

For a moment he entertained the thought of going to Allelujah's quarters. But it was long past 2 am now, certainly he would be sleeping. And it didn't seem like a good idea to wake up Allelujah for anything short of an emergency. So he pushed the thought away, and kept on walking.


Who else is up at this hour?

Wide-angle watcher / On life's ancient tales

[my-time2-shine.livejournal.com]

Kensuke was taking his now job quiet seriously. He wore his brown 'camera man' vest, the pockets stuffed with rolls of film, and carried an huge, vintage camera with a flashbulb. On this jacket there was a little badge (that he has made himself in all honestly) That read 'Official Photographer', and above it in bold letters 'The chalice press'
He was looking to find Lily, Hixar said he had just written a piece on her and needed photos to accompany it. But really, he was using it as an excuse to take photos of everyone. Whatever you're doing, be sure that even if you don't notice him, Kensuke is there, camera in hand, looking for news!

Wide-angle watcher / On life's ancient tales

[my-time2-shine.livejournal.com]

Kensuke was taking his now job quiet seriously. He wore his brown 'camera man' vest, the pockets stuffed with rolls of film, and carried an huge, vintage camera with a flashbulb. On this jacket there was a little badge (that he has made himself in all honestly) That read 'Official Photographer', and above it in bold letters 'The chalice press'
He was looking to find Lily, Hixar said he had just written a piece on her and needed photos to accompany it. But really, he was using it as an excuse to take photos of everyone. Whatever you're doing, be sure that even if you don't notice him, Kensuke is there, camera in hand, looking for news!

Presidential Firepower

[burningprez.livejournal.com]

1) Hangar

[If anyone is looking for Michael at this time of day you would find the President looking over Metal Wolf's guns and scratching at his stubbly chin. He then looks to the assortment of Mecha he shares hangar space with and begins plotting. If it's one thing Neo-Americans love it's pondering on how to make things that go BANG.]

2) The Whereabouts of Gentarou

Hey Gen! Got a minute?

[The President had a spark of boundless enthusiasm. Something they both probably had in common.]

Need to talk about those switches of yours if it's all good.

3) The Whereabouts of Shoutarou (and possibly Philip.)

[Michael soon walks around a corner, right into Shoutarou's view.]

Hey Shou! Think we could talk for a bit?

[Cower in fear Half-Boiled. The President wants some of your time.]

Presidential Firepower

[burningprez.livejournal.com]

1) Hangar

[If anyone is looking for Michael at this time of day you would find the President looking over Metal Wolf's guns and scratching at his stubbly chin. He then looks to the assortment of Mecha he shares hangar space with and begins plotting. If it's one thing Neo-Americans love it's pondering on how to make things that go BANG.]

2) The Whereabouts of Gentarou

Hey Gen! Got a minute?

[The President had a spark of boundless enthusiasm. Something they both probably had in common.]

Need to talk about those switches of yours if it's all good.

3) The Whereabouts of Shoutarou (and possibly Philip.)

[Michael soon walks around a corner, right into Shoutarou's view.]

Hey Shou! Think we could talk for a bit?

[Cower in fear Half-Boiled. The President wants some of your time.]

Daydreaming of a wannabe space explorer

[space-mcgyver.livejournal.com]

Looks like stuff is back to normal. As normal as you can tell with White Chalice.

[Taking a break with maintenance and cryo weapon manufacture. Lowe is chillin' on the deck, looking up into the sky.]

What do you know about Jupiter? And other planets that ain't Mars or Earth? Any colonies there?
I wonder how far humans went.

Daydreaming of a wannabe space explorer

[space-mcgyver.livejournal.com]

Looks like stuff is back to normal. As normal as you can tell with White Chalice.

[Taking a break with maintenance and cryo weapon manufacture. Lowe is chillin' on the deck, looking up into the sky.]

What do you know about Jupiter? And other planets that ain't Mars or Earth? Any colonies there?
I wonder how far humans went.

19th Bloom

[wimpy-cure-ever.livejournal.com]

[It had been a long month since the final fight with Adventus. In the span of a good two weeks, Hana had been punched in the gut, slapped in the face twice, kneed in the gut, threatened with a knife, had to climb a mountain and ended up helping fight off a small militia that left her bandaged and sore - and netted her an interesting flower-like scar on her back.

Now, she was tired of sitting around and waiting. On the deck of the White Chalice, the Desu Tsubomi, repaired but not been touched since Hana's return, stood on the catapult, ready to be launched. She wanted to see how well she could handle things now, Seiren's orders be damned. She knows that once she's back on her feet, Seiren was going to put her through some training. And she resolved to put her foot down and take back control.

For now, she wanted to fly once more.]

Nanohana Himesaki! Desu Tsubomi! GOOOOOOOOO!

[And with that, the Desu Machine rocketed off into the sky, the Desu Wing appearing once more, letting Hana fly through the sky effortlessly.]

Free... it feels good to do this again...!

19th Bloom

[wimpy-cure-ever.livejournal.com]

[It had been a long month since the final fight with Adventus. In the span of a good two weeks, Hana had been punched in the gut, slapped in the face twice, kneed in the gut, threatened with a knife, had to climb a mountain and ended up helping fight off a small militia that left her bandaged and sore - and netted her an interesting flower-like scar on her back.

Now, she was tired of sitting around and waiting. On the deck of the White Chalice, the Desu Tsubomi, repaired but not been touched since Hana's return, stood on the catapult, ready to be launched. She wanted to see how well she could handle things now, Seiren's orders be damned. She knows that once she's back on her feet, Seiren was going to put her through some training. And she resolved to put her foot down and take back control.

For now, she wanted to fly once more.]

Nanohana Himesaki! Desu Tsubomi! GOOOOOOOOO!

[And with that, the Desu Machine rocketed off into the sky, the Desu Wing appearing once more, letting Hana fly through the sky effortlessly.]

Free... it feels good to do this again...!