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1. Video

[A fairly distorted image of Tsukasa is on all screens at the moment. Seems like the cook has something to say.]

I'm holding a sort of training-slash-exhibition on the deck for those all interested. It's basically, in a laymans terms, Kamen Rider Tryouts.

But not really. Come up if you want to see this in action.

2. Action

[After making his video post, one may find Tsukasa dressed in a startling pink dogi. For what purpose other than to have fun, or maybe just embrace his feminine side. Either or, he stood there, the DecaDriver around his waist.]

All right, now that we're all assembled, lets get to it. Kamen Riders. You may or may not have heard about these people in the past, myself and Double, and OOO. As it stands, we fight for any vast amount of reasons, several of them our own goals, dreams and whatever.

I've made a small list, composed of three people thus far that may be contacted if I am down, to take up the mantle of Kamen Rider Decade if I am unable to continue for a certain amount of time, or likewise, just too tired to do so. But if you believe you are worthy of the powers, then this is where you should ask me about it. Mind you if you want to make the list, I will drill you in the art of being Decade. To me, it's all instinctive. For you, well, there's a reason why these cards don't bend so easily.

Decade, like other forms, is based on the image of the person at hand, how they view themselves as a Kamen Rider, a hero. Any variant is allowable, the powers are all the same. As it stands, if you are interested, prove it to me, come up, take the driver and try it out. See how much you can do with it, within five minutes, and a single formride. Then I'll tell you what you did wrong with it.

Any takers?

(ooc: list of powers here and threadjack to talk among yourselves. Or just spectate.)

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[[Mio gets permission to borrow the PA system, which, in itself, is rarely used.]]

All members of the 501^st please report to the hangar. I repeat, all members of the 501^st please report to the hangar. That is all.

[[That that really is. It's a much more effective means of getting all the girls' attention be they asleep or otherwise hiding around, rather than using the communication devices and hoping for the best.

When the girls arrive in the hangar, Mio is standing next to a covered Launch Unit. MarKus is probably lurking around, but that's not important.

What's important is Yoshika. So, she'd better be here!]]

Now that I have you all here, I'd like to introduce you all to your new squadmate, Sergeant Yoshika Miyafuji. While some of you went off against orders, Sergeant Miyafuji arrived on ship.

[[And she goes around the group, with introductions!]]

Sergeant Lynette Bishop

This is Lieutenant Perrine Clostermann

Flight Lieutenant Charlotte Yaeger

an Ensign Francesca Lucchini

Now, Officer Yoshika Miyafuji, welcome to the 501^st Joint Fighter Wing; Strike Witches.

[[And with that grand announcement, she pulls the sheet off Yoshika's new Striker!]]

((The girl's ranks are inconsistent EVERYWHERE I look...IDEFK! Also, I've added tags and expect you all to tag at least once!

~~Terrorizing Yoshika~~THREADJACKING HEAVILY ADVISED))

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Sergeant Lynette Bishop

This is Lieutenant Perrine Clostermann

Flight Lieutenant Charlotte Yaeger

aceshighmach

1. [Shirley was weary. Even more than usual. And as such, she had put in a notice for sick leave as she was buried in her comforter, trying to sleep the days away.

Maybe come bother her?]

2. [She's eating again, which is a good sign. But said witch isn't very upbeat right now. She's still taking meals one at a time, feeling exhausted beyond belief.]

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of-10-faces.livejournal.com

1. [It was sunny today. Which meant Tsukasa felt miserable. He kept staring at the picture, wondering if it was going to be all right. He was strong enough not to mourn for long, and he knew that everyone left the world in the end but...

He kept staring at the picture, that blurry picture with Ryo's image sharp as a tack.]

2. [Tsukasa had enough moping and he had stormed up to the deck, having gotten his stuff back from Mio.]

KAMENRIDE DECADE!

KAMENRIDE OOO!

TAKA!TORA!BATTA! TATOBA! TATOBA! TATOBA!

FORMRIDE OOO TAJADOR!

TAKA! JAKU! CONDOR! TAAAA JAAAA DOORRRRRRRRRRR~

[The new red clad Rider stormed up to the deck, spread his peacock wings and burst into the air. Screw everything, he was going flying to clear his head.]

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1. Action

[You might be hearing a beautiful sound coming from the depths of the hangar. Apparently it has the best acoustics as Tsukasa is playing a series of melodies on both the flute first and then the violin. It is really quite breathtaking and you should come and listen to him.

Where he got the musical instruments? Who really knows.]

2. Action

[CRASH. That's something important clattering to the floor. And Tsukasa is giving you THAT LOOK. That look perfected from countless hours of slavedriving.]

You should go and just peel onions. After that, mince them.

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[[In the hangar, one commanding Witch stood in her Striker Unit. Her mechanics helped her into a normal suit that was cut and detailed to work alongside her Strikers. ]]

Now Lowe, you're certain this will work?

[[After questioning and discussing, the Witch brings her Striker to life.]] Mio Sakamoto, I'm taking off!

[[Bay doors open ((with full warnings and preparation)), letting the suited Witch into the void of space. Of course, she has little control over her movement in space, but the idea is to test the efficiency of this rig.

She has a radio channel to talk, while she projects herself through space, often moving far beyond where she plans to move.

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aceshighmach

1) Action

[Maybe you were coming in to get a late night snack, but you hear voices coming from the mess hall. The shuffling of clothing maybe? Maybe an illicit affair between people? You peek in -- Oh wait, it's just the cook taking his heavy looking jacket off as usual.]

Stop lurking in the doorway. You're going to make my souffle's fall.

[Sure enough there's a heavenly smell coming from the mess. Tsukasa's done it again. But you notice there's a small pile of clothing there, a discarded hand of cards... dare you ask why he looks so smug?]

2) Action

[On a day different from above, or maybe the same day but somewhere else, Shirley is giggling as she is stuck headfirst in the fridge, looking for something to eat. Fishing out a bottle of milk, she's drinking RIGHT FROM IT.

Oh and she's in her panties and bra too. Her clothing is strewn out on the table and there's a very familiar maroon turtlenck in her possession -- and pants too. WHAT.]

Oh hey! Come to get a snack?

(ooc: choose your prompt, assume any day of the week etc etc)

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[The hangar was remotely quiet, and one of her favorite places. The thirteen year old witch was currently sitting up in support beams a cloth napkin and small jar in front of her. She carefully crumbled the two chocolate cookies putting them in the jar. It wasn't exactly catching bugs, but the reaction from "Stuck Up" or Lynette should more than make up for it. The smallest witch popped the last half of a cookie into her mouth wishing she had remembered to get some milk, they were a little dry. Tucking the cloth into her pocket she put the cap on the jar, now to find a target...]

Current Mood: mischievous

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Current Mood: mischievous

aceshighmach

[Shirley hurried down the halls, looking for Perrine. Heading towards the mess hall was the most obvious thing to do, since Tsukasa was probably there, or hiding or something.]

C'mon Kamille, keep up!

aceshighmach

[A certain pantsless liberion was actually, for once, working out.

She had moved up to the hydroponics and had discarded her uniform jacket and tie, and she had been running laps before doing push ups. Being cooped up on the Chalice with no deployment orders several times, coupled with actually getting bored of modding her Striker for the umpteenth time had lead Shirley to actually exercising some of the boredom off.]

[You can probably catch her anyhow, when she's doing whatever exercise.]

aceshighmach

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[It's one in the morning. The Tower rumbles along the ground alongside the giant White Chalice. After the last few battles, the two ships are closer together than they normally are for safety, and so any of you night owls may occasionally pick up the sound of someone playing a harmonica when the wind blows in the right direction if you're standing on the deck of the White Chalice. If you look you might make out the figure doing it, although it's too dark to be sure. Investigate?]

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aceshighmach

[There's a new face on the deck of the Chalice as Charolette Shirley Yeager reports in, having just arrived. It took her the better portion of a couple of weeks to catch up from their deployment area, and she had made good time. She is however looking fairly worn down at least from flying at top speed for ages.]

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[[As the Witch-assigned mechanics tinker away at the damaged Striker, Mio sits nearby, almost entirely lost in her own world of thought.

Fortunately, the situation at hand this time didn't really give way to something Mio was greatly keeping to herself. In retrospect, she was relieved it wasn't another form of attack that struck her down.

And even then, her Striker took much of the damage.

The last thing on her mind was that the boy was safe, and even brought up on the Chalice.

So, as she sits there, mulling over the good and the bad (mostly bad), she's rather susceptible to interruption.]]

Current Location: hangar

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Current Location: hangar

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[During the time the Strike Unit of Sgt. Lynette Bishop was being repaired, two small black silhouettes of mechas were painted over it.

Two battles. Two kills. And it was the newest member of the 501st the first to see combat.

But the Britannian witch is nowhere to be found. Not on her room, the hangar, the medical bay, the kitchen, and well away from the party, not even doing services for the people of the White Chalice.

For those looking for the girl, they will find her alone on the hallways, sitting with her legs on her chest, with bandages beneath her big jacket, staring at the wall. Eyes locked in an unfocused stare.]

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[ A rare sight. Char would be found in the center of the mess hall, hand-typing a small, rather formal-looking letter. It didn't have the White Chalice's insignia on it, but it did have Char's hand-written signature at the bottom. Someone skilled at snooping would be able to read a good amount of it before he noticed; he appeared to be thinking far too hard to pay attention to his Newtype senses, thus preventing anyone from reading it. He was also visibly upset. ]

To Whom It May Concern;

It is with great pain and hesitation that I find myself writing this letter. Having spent the greater part of my life serving the Principality of Zeon both on the battlefield and off, I have found myself to be irreconcilably at odds with the views and actions taken by the Principality's leadership. I cannot, in good faith, endorse, partake in, or condone the acts perpetrated by the Steward of Her Ladyship Mineva Zabi, shamefully claimed to be done on behalf and in the best interest of spacenoids as a whole. These acts include, but are not limited to:

Attempts to reignite the One Year War long after the need for bloodshed had ended.
The unwarranted and unpardonable execution of Citizens of Zeon, both direct and indirect.
Holding the belief that the Principality of Zeon should conquer the Earth Sphere, rather than gain its well-deserved independence.
Holding the intention to commit atrocious war crimes, including, but not limited to, colony drops on the earth's surface.

It is for the above reasons - among others - that I am hereby announcing my resignation from the Military of the Principality of Zeon effective immediately.

Yours,
[insert fancy signature here]
Com. Char Aznable

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[[With such an array of mobile suits, giant robots, not-robots, and magical girls; squad tactics are a bit harder to plan.

Bearing this in mind, Mio is in the hangar, making personal inspections of just about every machine she can get to. The idea is to get a handle on what sort of weaponry they carry, and if there's a pilot, or mechanic about, she'll be inquiring to it's specs.

Carrying around a clipboard, she's got PAGES of notes, upwards of half a page per mech. And it's not hard to peek over her shoulder either, she's not all that tall.

Afterward, if she can, she'll do what she can to gather commanders and strategists to plan formations and tactics considering units of all sizes.

Feel free to catch her at either.]]

Current Location: hangar

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Current Location: hangar

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[Voice]

Okay, well, the crew here hired me for a reason, so I'm going to get down to it before they kick me off. While we're stopped picking up freshwater today, I'm going to do some preliminary training for everyone who's planning to fight when some yahoos inevitably attack us out in the wildnerness. I'm mostly familiar with mecha tactics, but Striker Unit users, infantry, and any Otome who want to get some extra practice in are invited too. This is all for the sake of not getting us all blown up if someone comes and tries to steal the ship, so show up if you can, and be prepared to at least do some maneuvering.

[Action]

[In the evening, while the ship is taking in supplies from a convenient river, Calvina is as sure as she said standing in the dusky heat right outside the open hangar, wearing a headset and a slightly impatient look.]

Power up your unit and move out in order. No point to this if you're all stepping on each other.

((Training/action post. Feel free to respond to either or both parts, and if more than one person wants to be in a single thread, that's great too.))

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redfckngcomet.livejournal.com

[ Char has adjusted quite well to life aboard the White Chalice. It was relatively peaceful, and his two room-mates were fairly easy to get along with... well, so long as Asuka was calm, and her attention-seeking was limited to harmless fun.

Char was in the hangar, looking upon his newly completed Zeong. It was an exact replica of the one he had used to go up against the RX-78-2 Gundam at the Battle of A Baoa Qu, save for two key differences; one, the legs were completed, and two, it had the classic Char-custom paint job, and was thus officially three times faster than the original Zeong.

Char actually enjoyed the sight of his new toy. If it weren't for the sunglasses, one would surely notice the pride in his eyes. ]

Current Location: Hangar

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Current Location: Hangar

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[[Mio would prefer being on the deck of the ship, but its design doesn't quite meet her standards. That is, its not the deck of an aircraft carrier.

With that, she's settled on her exercises is the arboretum. They're quite simple honestly... She starts with a few hundred practice swings with her boken, followed by a few dozen laps around the perimeter.

Not only is this doing her good, but its a test to see if this would make for good grounds to keep the other witches fit... or anyone else that should join her, be that now it another day.

Current Location: arboretum

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Current Location: arboretum

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[ One Asuka Langley Soryu is now present on the premises, prancing about like she owns the place. It seems she's roped several unfortunate soldiers into toting luggage through her room, ordering them around in the manner of an audacious adult she clearly is not. ]

You, knucklehead! Put that down, and gently! Steady, steady... [ A crate comes crashing to the floor, earning a wince from the man previously holding it. Asuka looks infuriated. ] ach, dummkopf! Can't expect a man to do a woman's work, I see... just get out! Out, out, out!

[ For Asuka, moving anywhere at all is a taxing affair. Several hours later, she's roaming White Chalice, poking her head into places it shouldn't be and exploring to her heart's content. Getting the lay of the land, so to speak. If she spies you in the hallway, you're certain to be stopped for inspection by this bold young lady. Watch yourself! ]

(( Feel free to bother her while she's moving in, or run into her anywhere on base! She's up for grabs, people. ))

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