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vjockey.livejournal.com

1)

[Were one to see Cheng they would notice he was regarding a box and was deep in thought. His service rifle was close by, propped up against whatever he was sitting on.]

[He took a deep breath and shut his eyes. Faintly he almost heard screams, gunshots and the sounds of machines many times his size - though the latter was probably day to day here on the Chalice. He reaches out and brushes the top of the box, which had a thin layer of dust on it.]

Perhaps...

2)

[Be it in the corridors or in the Obstacle Course that Cheng had built, an imposing helmeted figure in full combat gear would be seen. If one were to notice, the armor had several Chinese characters either painted or etched on various areas. Additionally he was carrying a familiar looking rifle.

Confront the figure?]

3)

[Cheng now sans helmet is sitting around at the promenade, regarding the protective headwear. From the looks of things it was almost as if he was trying to discern some sort of secret from its visage. Whatever he's looking for though he isn't finding it.]

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gundam-for-xmas.livejournal.com

1) [Action]

[Chris MacKenzie, whom a lot of people may recognize from the city before the attack but now dressed in a Federation pilot's uniform with a Lieutenant Jr. Grade's insignia, makes her way to the White Chalice early the day after the attack. With her comes the RX-78NT1 Gundam Alex, now lacking its full armor parts. She gratefully thanks the Federation techs and dismisses them, face locked in a serious expression as she replays the previous night and conversations from early in the day.]

[246 people dead. 570 people wounded. If she hadn't fought, then it would have been worse. But the attack was the Federation's responsibility, and therefore hers, in the first place. At least her parents and neighbors are okay, but what about next time?]

[She distracts herself by looking over the Alex's official manifest.]

Heh. Of all the things to get buried after that attack, it's the gatling gun ammo...

2) [Voice]

Lieutenant JG Christina Mackenzie reporting to the White Chalice as part of the Federation task force. Sorry I might have misled some of you guys the other day, but you can still call me Chris. I'll be sticking around until we find and catch the Zekes that attacked my town, so let's all work together until then, alright?

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saikyocivrobo

[Prometheus is taking a stroll down White Chalice, carrying a boombox ~~stolen~~ temporarily borrowed from MarKus. One of the CDs from DJ RGNK's concert is playing on it... backwards and at 200% speed. It sounds a bit like chipmunks performing a Satanic ritual. And it's loud. Hoo boy, is it loud.]

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gatoooooooooooo.livejournal.com

[Near one of the hangars, a group of Mobile Suits can be seen making their way to docking. Leading the group was A GM with what appears to be bulky armor. Behind it were a set of tan colored Zakus. As the Mobile Suits dock, one of the Zaku cockpits opens up and lets a young man exit out of it.]

Damn, I know we have to keep testing that GM, but really, that Zaku just isn't up to the task!

[As he starts to walk away, he takes notice of something very visable - White Chalice.]

Hey... is that...!

[he starts to make his way over to the battleship, not watching where he's going.]

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king-guymelef.livejournal.com

[Van is holding his communicator uncertainly while wandering around looking not QUITE willing to ask for help with modern technology. He's done fine without it so far, but it's definitely making his life harder, and it's about time for him to eat his pride. OOC: only need one person to respond to this prompt, if you please.]

[Video. Van looks very self conscious.]

Ah, I need someone who understands the techniques that this ship and your guymelef's run on better than me. I have questions, but don't know how to phrase them to a "computer", which I gather is where your people store their knowledge.

...

Can everyone really hear this?

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thestrayhawk.livejournal.com

[Day 4]

[As usual after having his brand new attack be blocked by a ?woman? on foot Ichitaka spent the last few days inside of the cockpit of the Rushbird randomly opening small dimensional cracks to try to gain more precision on it, and potentially use the cracking as a weapon itself.]

1. [Ichitaka seems to be thinking by himself on a crate in the hangar and he looked somewhat worried.]

Oh no oh no oh no oh no....what if it's true....

2. AH DON'T STAND THERE.

[Ichitaka yells at you from his cockpit and suddenly a small pillar of energy seemingly comes down from out of nowhere at you.]

3. [aaaannndddd after giving away so many of his meals to other people (Whether they liked it or not) Ichitaka has picked the worst day ever to suddenly collapse from starvation on the Deck.]

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guardian-lynx.livejournal.com

[Video, Hangar]

[Calvina is currently ignoring the fancy new sounds the captain is providing and busily glaring at and focusing a camera on Bellzelute. The machine is currently lacking three limbs, a head, and most of its already minimal frontal armor. At least some of it was salvageable, but the mech is about as close to totaled as she'd ever seen something get while still staying functional.]

[Calvina keeps a camera from the hangar comm station trained on the mech while she makes a comment.]

And that is why you do not charge unknowns in a lightly armored high-mobility mech. It's only by the grace of our enemies leaving a lot of usable salvage that Bellzelute or Coustwell are going to fly any time in the next six months. This has been your training for this month, unless I decide to bring people along when I'm getting used to the third unit in this series.

[She switches the video feed to a filtered channel, speaking quietly under the noise of the techs dragging supplies from the transports aboard.]

[Filtered to Tohya]

Katia was about as vocal as usual about the people we fought, but between the physical similarities to our mechs and how scared the girls were when they saw the enemy, I think we've finally run across the people who created Bellzelute, Coustwell, and Granteed.

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hold-r1.livejournal.com

[As usual, Wendell is in his makeshift archery range, practicing. It's mostly to keep his mind occupied, this time. The shortage of food wasn't that far off from a harsh winter after a poor-yielding harvest, so the hunger wasn't what was on his mind, but it had brought up a familiar memory.]

[The winter was bitter, cold, and nearing its slow death into spring. The small supplies had dwindled to scraps a few weeks ago, and the scraps were pretty much gone by now. Mana, however, never complained. Never said a word when Wendell came home empty-handed from the forest. Only smiled, and assured him that spring wasn't far off. It was just a little while now. Not to be too hard on himself, even the wolves of the forest were hungry. It's okay, she found some salt and fat, enough for a small soup. Wendell smiled back, knowing that Mana hadn't eaten lunch, contributing it to the dinner they both could share. Maybe if she would be angry at him, it would be easier. Now, it just felt like he failed her...]

[Pulling back into the present, Wendell's hands began to shake. Loosing the arrow, it flew wildly, landing nowhere near the target. He stared down the range, hands still shaking faintly, even without the strain from the bow's string.]

Such a failure...

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bottleofgundam.livejournal.com

So we're making buddy with the federation? I guess I should probably make myself scarce for a few days, then. Just to keep things from getting too complicated.

I figure anyone else who doesn't want scrutiny from Federation officers for reasons that I'm sure are very compelling might want to come with me.

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vjockey.livejournal.com

[During the mission Cheng had completely lost it. Breaking ranks and discipline and chasing after the Federation's Fafner unit piloted by Canon in a blind rage. Oh. And he also speared a faceless Asshimar pilot, but no one probably cares about that.]

[Have Cheng in his own Obstacle Course. Running laps through all the various things in it repeatedly in order to try get himself back together.]

[Bother him?]

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bottleofgundam.livejournal.com

Kincaid is in the hangar, doing some periodic adjustment to the movement data for X-1. Something any mobile suit pilot has to do periodically if he wants to be able to pilot well. An utterly mundane task. In fact, the only noteworthy thing about the proceedings is that while he's doing it, Kincaid has a battered CD player in the cockpit (which is open) which is playing a CD.

Respect the classics.

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azure-savior.livejournal.com

[Public channel. And Josh is in the kind SRS BUSINESS mode that you know is only followed by neckbearded rantings.]

I've heard that one of you... or possibly even several of you is in possession of the worst movie ever created. It's been a ~~sidequest~~ goal of mine to wipe out this bane that not even Second Impact could kill, and I won't have mediocrity dwell in the ship.

Those possession of the movie, you know who you are. Destroy it.

We can at least do this much to better the world.

(OOC note: Josh may hate the 2011 The Thing movie but I thought it was actually pretty good! Just clearing that up.)

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rightcyclone.livejournal.com

[Awkward Philip looks awkward on the video screen]

Aaa... Kadoya Tsukasa has allowed others to try the Decade Driver. And then there were the magic staffs. Please, do not ask Shoutaro or I if you could try the Double Driver.

It... works differently from Kadoya Tsukasa's, and... cannot be transferred. It would not be beneficial for any party to attempt this.

Sorry...

[Private to Shoutaro]

Ano, Shoutaro... I cannot find any books that can quite explain this situation. What does it mean when one's blood rushes to one's face?

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aceshighsword.livejournal.com

(1)
[[Mio is quite staggering down the hall. She's far from walking straight, but... hey, with all the celebration (thanks Alessandra and Herb...) she might've had a little too much... or just enough!

But soon, just walking turns into a full on run down the halls!]] WWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

(2) [Intended for Perrine and her "roommates"]

[[She's banging on that door...]] PERRRRRRRRINE! I needsh tooo talk to yuu...

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hold-r1.livejournal.com

[This time it only takes about a day for Wendell to wake up in the infirmary. His sleep, however, wasn't as restful as the first. Dark, vague shapes haunted his dreams. Running towards something with urgency, only to end up lost in a forest of towering shadows. His fitful sleep ends abruptly, Wendell jerking awake and sitting upright. Wendell glanced around the room as the memories of yesterday replaced the dream. The dream faded to simply a sense of unease, and Wendell sighed, leaning back into his pillow.]

[[Feel free to bother him in the infirm, or later when he's finally up and about.]]

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burningprez.livejournal.com

[1]

[Anyone who was watching the battle would have seen Michael ride out of Motherwill riding a missile. The President is now back on board, sunburned, with one of Wolf's large Assault Rifles resting on his right shoulder and pretty much looking as pleased as punch despite his state and the fact that Wolf was waay back on the battlefield eating sand while its beacon was ringing out]

Anyone got a drink? Feelin thirsty over here.

[2]

[The president is now wandering the Hangar, looking for a machine to use since Wolf had once more been used WAY too hard and is probably knee deep in repairs. He's having trouble finding one that would at least survive as well as Wolf does, because honestly if this and his previous flight out was any indicator it was going to have to be either pretty damned tough or easy to repair.]

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demonofjeeha.livejournal.com

[Kamina's sitting in the arboretum (he seems to spend most of his down time there.), holding the generic LJRP communicator that Dan gave him. He's been fiddling with it for a while, and just figured out how to turn it on.]

Oh hey, it lights up. Is it some kinda lamp or something?

[He peers at the main menu screen, then sighs.]

Why am I supposed to talk to people with this? I can ALREADY talk to people! This makes no damn sense.

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howling-alone.livejournal.com

[Video]

This is the League of Ruling Corporations.

Congratulations, White Chalice. We can confirm that Bernard and Felix Foundation's Spirit of Motherwill has been destroyed. As per the terms of the contract, all those that took place in the mission will be repaired to the best of the League's abilities. As well, additional supplies will be sent to the Chalice as reward for participating in the mission. Please outline what you wish, White Chalice, and the League will provide, so long as it's within reasonable bounds.

Alexei, PRIME, your presence was essential to the operation. Not only that, but Collared Rank 30, Killdozer, was killed in action due to the efforts of the Wahrheit. Thus, the League has agreed, your two ranks will be upgraded. Alexei, your rank is now 30, while PRIME, yours is 31. We have also authorized the use of Reinheit's and Wahrheit's new weapon packs. Reinheit Boxer and Wahrheit Valkyrie's parts will be sent to the Chalice along with the additional supplies.

We're glad you took on this mission, and hope to work with you again.

[Action 1]

[Dozens upon dozens of cargo trucks are seen constantly unloading supplies. Alexei would be overseeing the operation, though PRIME couldn't be too far off. Mind making sure everything gets in properly?]

[Action 2 - Locked to PRIME, unhackable]

PRIME...

[Alexei sits in his quarters, holding a disc in his hands]

What do you have for me?

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fearless-coward.livejournal.com

[Dead bodies, damaged equipment, in fact, if it weren't for the fact that there was an obvious heat signature Dan wouldn't have insisted on searching at all. Whoever massacre'd the group had been thorough. They hadn't left much intact.

There wasn't much to salvage except for a few canisters of food, some fuel and the strange heat source which turned out to be coming from a small humanoid mecha, or at least what used to be one. It was a wreck, its arms were bent out of place, its legs were mangled and one of them was ripped off, though it had been cast to the ground nearby. The torso was beaten in and bent unnaturally, however there was a cockpit which could be opened.

Inside was a young man, maybe 20 who was unconscious and injured, but barely alive. Taking the man in wasn't perhaps the best thing to do, but it was a very Dan thing to do and soon the wreckage of the machine he was in, as well as the apparent pilot were aboard the ship. The wreckage with the strange heat signature was taken to storage, the man however was taken to the medical bay where he remains barely conscious, but Ayame claimed he would get better.

A few hours later he wakes up, though he is still very injured. Care to talk to him?]

fearless-coward.livejournal.com

king-guymelef.livejournal.com

[The sun's just recently gone down, and it's a rare clear night, revealing a gorgeous crescent moon. Van, however, is on the deck of the White Chalice staring at the moon with an expression somewhere between awe and horror.]

There's...where's the mystic moon? Just where AM I?

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demonofjeeha.livejournal.com

[1]

[Directly after the battle against the Neuroi and the Ganmen, Kamina approached the group of strike witches and other members of the White Chalice curiously.]

So...do all surface girls have ears and tails?

[2]

[Later, after Kamina and Simon inevitably join up with the Chalice, Kamina is standing in the middle of the Promenade, looking around with enthusiasm.]

So this is a...what'd they call it? A "Space ship"?

Pretty cool. I wonder if all the surface world is like this?

demonofjeeha.livejournal.com

[1]

azure-savior.livejournal.com

[Destruction in Area 11 all for the sake of trying to destroy Mazinger Z... Dr. Hell was a cunning bastard alright. And what was embarrassing was the idea of putting people on standby was his idea. But more importantly...]

Sanger Zonvolt... I will admit that I can sympathize with your desire to avenge the Earth Cradle. But that was a close call out there, and the next time might not be the case. That woman, Kukuru... whatever drive you have for you alone to beat her is giving her power over you if you refuse outside assistance.

When you're fighting evil, giving it a sporting chance at victory just means they'll exploit that chance.

[A pause.]

And...

... I'm glad you beat her.

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viridianroom.livejournal.com

*There's a new face on the Chalice whose presence hasn't been announced. You might see her walking through the halls, reading a book or carrying some paperwork, apparently not paying attention to anything. The sharp-eyed among you will notice that she's actually paying close attention to everything.

Out of nowhere, she walks up to you.*

So there you are.

(Ilka's little plot vacation is over, and she's now officially shown up on the Chalice. I apologize for taking forever. Linking you again to her knowledge permissions post; she'll probably be using your character's name and mentally ticking off a few things about them at the very least.)

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king-guymelef.livejournal.com

[1!]

With the lack of a world wide comm network, there was no way for the crew of the White Chalice to hear of it, but huge swathes of the Earth's surface suddenly changed with a flash of blue light, whatever had been there before being replaced by strange, alien landscapes and various strange cities.

As the White Chalice slowly drifts across the landscape, it came across one of these. Where there had previously been a small town, mostly untouched by the chaos of modern Earth, there was now a dense forest. Only on the very edge could one see what looked like the edge of a high school track and field.

Oddly enough, it looked like there were two figures standing on it, waving at the ship as it flew by. Looks like they're trying to signal for a ride...

[2!]

A short time later, someone saw fit to pick the two strangers up, revealing a teenage boy of some unrecognizable ethnicity in a red tunic with a sword, and an ordinary looking japanese high school aged girl in a school uniform with a duffel bag. The two of them just got off the shuttle that took them up, and are standing in the hangar looking around nervously but with undisguised curiosity.

[OOC: Van AND Hitomi are in this post, so expect responses from both of them.]

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veiled-fervor.livejournal.com

[In a small room off the Prominade Vigil seems to be doing some sort of something. His core unit is projecting images which are... very random. They are often nonsensical, and bounce around. His avatar on the other hand, is sitting in a chair... asleep?]

Intriguing.

((OOC: Vigil is studying sleep and dreaming, since it's something his avatar CAN do but has no need for. He is also projecting his dreams to hopefully get a different perspective on them. Feel free to make him dreaming about hilarious fantastic things. I left exactly what was being dreamed about intentionally vague, so have fun!))

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