We burn out in the dark / We are invisiable stars

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1] It's been a while since Adette had sneaked away for a dedicated drinking session in some dark corner of the ship, but the fast had past, and the buxom blonde was creeping around the hallways with a bottle tucked under her arm.
Adette sort of pocking her head into open doors, trying to find a place that was either unoccupied, or she found someone to drink with, either was acceptable at this point.




2] Later, after Adette had gotten herself sufficiently drunk, she went to sit on the observation deck. She carried her high heels in one hand as she walked, smiling as if she was pleased with the whole world. Despite her intoxication she didn't stumble, or trip. Adette was a pro and not even close to wasted, just happy drunk, buzzing with warmth and simply happiness. Once there she found a place to sit and just sort of got stuck, staring up at the night sky, her head tipped back, golden hair falling down her back, and pooling on the seat behind her. Adette loved this feeling, this sense of fulfillment, and joy, mixed in with the alcohol's soothing way to help one forget their troubles (not that she had many these days). This was the high every drinker should seek, when all that is left is happiness, and everything else just fades away.

A sudden farewell...

[aprimeanswer.livejournal.com]

[Anyone entering the hangar will find both Reinheit and Wahrheit have vanished overnight. In addition, Alexei and PRIME's quarters have been completely cleaned out, save a single note on the door.]

"Members of the White Chalice:

This is a letter to inform any interested parties that the mercenaries, Alexei Soras and Specimen PRIME have been recalled and reassigned to seperate missions, and are no longer able to attend to any matters regarding the White Chalice's affairs. We at the LEAGUE thank all parties involved for your cooperation and aid, and will keep your force in mind for future events and affairs that concern us.  Your work is very highly valued, and your results speak for themselves. Good luck in the future, and godspeed."

[[OOC: This post doubles as a permissions post. Alexei and PRIME did a thorough sweep of all members, mecha, and technology information that they could gather, hacking into systems and planting bugs in common areas and certain rooms. Anything that you wish for the LEAGUE to know about your character, mecha, or tech should be posted here, This CAN, naturally, include falsified or dummy information, should your character be aware/prepared for such attempts.]]

A Leader's Descision

[vjockey.livejournal.com]

[Cheng was surprisingly stoic despite the declaration from the insurgents. Despite having his wife kidnapped he was keeping everything together while he formed an action plan with his advisers. Clearly a small and elite force was required to foil them, but the fact that his choice was the White Chalice and not an entirely Gucun Contingent as the Nationalists would prefer had earned him some ire.]

-We had spilled enough of our own countrymen's blood during the civil war, and during our isolation. There will be no arguements on this decision-

[He took a deep breath as he remembered the flurry of arguments that exploded soon after.]

[Talk to the beleaguered leader?]

Dear X2..

[blackguard-x2.livejournal.com]

Zabine wasn't the type to clean with the mop, especially (and secretly) for the buffoons upon the White Chalice. The ship attracted all kinds of trouble. He had never seen such space pirates before, and they made a slight mess of his black gundam. So Zabine could be found in the hangar, with a cloth in his hand, standing in a hoist (?), cleaning X2's Shot Lancer.

Now, there were terrorists; He didn't seem concerned about it.

"I'm going to have to get them back for this."

Piraten Möbel

[inneedofasmoke.livejournal.com]

[Ever since the attack on the Chalice by the Space Pirates, Luger had sought out yet another hidey hole. He has now recently come back out into the open with... some grisly looking things.]

Guten Tag Mein Freund!

May I interest you in some furniture?

[Well... its.... well. That would explain why some of the bodies of the Space Pirates were.... missing things. Luger used their corpses to make furniture with after cleaning them up.]

[He's made footstools, chairs, side tables, even a rather creepy looking clock. (Essentially an ordinary clock punched through a pirate's head with fake googly eyes moving back and forth.)]

[Ask him what the bloody hell is wrong with him?]