Post Battle Exhaustion

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[Mad's lying down in the arboretum, trying to nap. Key phrase being TRYING. That mission she went on went wrong in so many ways and had far too many eyeballs for this hero to even get the chance to drift off... and HOW the HELL did those invaders turn themselves into FREAKING PUPPIES?!]

Argh... shit's messed up...

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[Mad's looking through the part of the Hangar where several of the weapons are kept. She's pondering... Maria needed more firepower. A lot more. But what to pick out?]

Man... times like this I wish I actually learned more about these things than their fucking controls...

[Because at this rate... if Mad did this by herself she'd probably end up smashing her own things.]

Where's that Lowe guy when you need 'em?

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[mecha_eihwaz]

[Voice from above.]

What's messed up?

[paradigmstop.livejournal.com]

Roger's jacket was being cleaned, so he wore his white shirt with the top button open and the tie loose. Being as he'd still not been properly acquainted with the whole of this place, this was one place with which he was unfamiliar and therefore trying to remedy just that. He walked slowly, his hands in his pockets, looking here and there, when he stumbled upon that boy who piloted the "Dom" unit, one of the few units the name of which he'd managed to remember.

He looked like he was trying to sleep. Roger'd have to thank him for the support during that fight later. Trying not to disturb the boy, he continued walking along, slowly, observant.

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[punches-vamps.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, there's Roads, looking over the spare weapons as well.]

Hm....

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[can_not_fly]

Hey, so you got a new machine, in the end? How did it do on the field?

[And here's that eager kid with the wings and the toga, waving at Mad]

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[emorangerpink]

...You were on that mission in New York.