Lady in White

[gudbye_despair]

(Supposed to be backdated from when Luger was still in the infirmary, but the timing is not that important I guess)

*For one reason or another, you one day need to go to the infirmary. But this time, when you enter the infirmary, you're welcomed by a familiar face.

It's Elena in a nurse uniform, complete with nurse cap! She happily brandishes a clipboard, and a totally-not-threathening syringe.*

Welcome! How can I help you?

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[turningyaponese]

[[Since dealing with the OverDevil, well... it's been sort of a change in Gainer. Nothing deep or profound but, both the Siberian Railway and Kids Munt off his miniscule 'revenge' list (if you can even call it that), Gainer's played noticably less video games.

That's not saying he hasn't been without his little visor, but, he hasn't been actively playing games lately. He hasn't done too much of anything really. The occassional 'patrol duty' then back to wearing the visor. But at least when he's seen out of his room, he's been writing down notes.

And for a while that's what he was doing, hanging out in the cockpit of King Gainer (maybe trying to leech off the radio signals as wi-fi... not that it works but a nerd can dream). At least until someone decided they were going to make all kinds of absurd racket around King Gainer.

But by the time he gets up and goes to shout at them, the offending party, and it's terrorizing noise have gone off.]]

Geez, I can't get anything done out here with all this noise. I suppose that's what I get for even trying.

[[With that, he leave the hangar and tries to find a quiet place to not-game. Carrying a notepad with a bunch of forumlas, the visor, and the controls, he wants to find a quiet place... but not one with plants or sunlight.

HAHA, gamers going outside...]]

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[2hell_weride]

[[MarKus was having a pretty good week of slacking off. And being a Rider. Who's going to complain about that, right? NOT HIM!

But while he really shoudln't, he's going to complain about having to get back to regular work. And not everyone is the most gentle with their machines. Some are a wreck, and some just need touch ups.

MarKus is the one who assigned himself the hard work, and he's the one bitching up a storm about doing it. Idiot.]]

Once again, nobody can really take care of their own machines. Christ, lean to dodge or... something. All this scrap metal, so, why don't we just make a whole bunch of fucking shields for everyone.

Fuck it, that's what I'm doing. I'm making shields mandatory. [[No MarKus, you're not.

And he really doesn't as he heads for the wrecked Zeta, only to spy a little red ball rolling about on it. Fed up with it's antics before it's even really done anything wrong, MarKus goes to retrieve a power drill, and climbs up on the Zeta's leg.]]

Get the fuck out of here, you little ball! [[And he starts chasing it with the drill. Not wanting holes in it, Hayana bails out, with MarKus chasing it around. And he could leave it at that, but instead, he's going to 'drill' something into it's memory; quit playing around in the hangar. Revving the drill near-constantly (because fuck battery power), he chases it between various machines, even circling around the legs of King Gainer a few times before chasing it elsewhere.

HOPEFULLY he doesn't run into anyone with that drill... Running and power tools... Apparently Percolatis don't have a rule about not doing this.]]

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[rods_and_cones]

[[Someone is dressed in disguise today. Having slipped into a spare 'White Chalice' generic mechanic uniform, Hixar is acting at his best, making it seem like he's always been a mechanic.

And so, he's been working on some of the battered remains of the Zeta. A machine considered scrap, a few mechanics here and there either try to work on it, or, try to sneak parts to fix up other things. But Hixar is there for neither. And what really gives him away is the Red Haro rolling about, bouncing it's way up along one of the legs, then letting physics take over and roll her back the other direction.

Apparently Haros need exercise too.

But rather than scavenging, or fixing, Hixar is simply digging about, looking through things in the cockpit area, and making notes on a note pad. For someone who keeps a pet computer, that's a bit archaic.

However, when he's interrupted (by you) he looks about before even addressing your interruption.]] Hayana, you were supp-

What? Where's she gone off to...

To Sit At the Side of the Hero's Path

[aesoprevived]

[1]

[Mad's been keeping to herself for a while. Working as quietly as possible whenever she helped out in the hangar, snagging a few books to read in the arboretum. Even her studying has a minimal amount of cursing in comparison to her usual attempts to understand the horrors of mathematics.]

[You manage to catch her as she passes through a corridor though Do you try to talk to her?]

[2]

[Mad's standing out on the observation deck of the Chalice, arms folded and watching the skies as the ship moved ever onward. She's been doing this quite often ever since Resnick's last rites, keeping silent all the while she was out there. The winds have been particularly chilly of late, so she's taken to wearing a large scarf while she was out there. Interestingly something about how she wore it evoked a familiar image for some, it was probably a coincidence though.]

...

[She takes a deep breath and sighs softly, wondering what would come after the next fight... and her musings were promptly interrupted by a tremendously massive sneeze that almost sent her off her feet. She was stumbling lightly and rubbing at her nose though. Looks like someone caught a bad case of the sniffles.]


[3]

I..said I'm.. ff-fine damnit-AACHOO!!

[Amusingly, Mad's now bedridden - though not to the point she'd need to be stuck into the infirmary. Amusingly she looks very much like a petulant child as she's pulled her knees to her chest, pouting unhappily with a rather red nose - decked out in a particularly thick pair of jammies with the blankets tugged up and clutched to her hands. To top this image off the waste basket close by is filled to the brim with spent tissues.]

Stop looking at me like that damnit! Its not funny!

[Well at least she's talking to people again. Poke fun at her?]