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[Loraine is in the medical facilities, specifically in the chem lab attached to the pharmacy, and is pouring various vibrantly colored and quite sweet yet alocholic smelling liquids through filters, picking out pulps and fleshy bits of fruit (dyed with the taste of alcohol)]

Mmmph. [She picks up a piece of fermented fruit and just eats it with her fingers, then goes back to pouring two bottles through filters at a time.]

[And all the while she hums various songs, like "Love For Sale" or "Lady Is A Tramp" or other old musicals.]

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-1 : Journal-

You know, I'm a little shocked. I know I'm a cold-yet-spicy, and I know my breath smells like alcohol and cigarettes, but here we are at a theme park, the perfect place for a date, and I've been going around it all my lonesome.

Come now, ladies, gentlemen. In this age, when's the next time you'll get to go on a theme park date?

-2 : Action-

[On a prior night, Loraine is in a tacky aquarium themed bar in Fairy Park, colors of blue and purple luvdiscs everywhere. A mermaid costumed beauty sits halfway out of a tank, mixing drinks. She's drinking some kind of red, blended drink. She seems ... thoughtful. Perhaps the liquor has put a downer on her mood tonight.]

~~This place is tacky as all get out, but... no one here seems to much for want.~~

[She stares over at a grand piano, which she considers desecrated by all of the decorations, making it look like a giant clam with black and white musical teeth.]

... I wonder if they need a pianist.

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[After what happened at the Hoover Dam, Allelujah is completely crushed. Even after the out-of-commission Kyrios had been recovered and brought back on board the Chalice, Allelujah had refused to leave the cockpit for over an hour despite his own injuries. At long last, though, he'd reluctantly allowed himself to be taken from the suit, and was now laying in the infirmary with four broken ribs, a minor concussion, and severe bruising due to Kyrios' pair of violent crashes. Despite this, his expression remains empty and vacant. You'd think it was the end of the world... Try and cheer him up?]

2.

[Allelujah is headed towards the bridge, still in severe depression, but also angry - not that anyone can tell. His steps have purpose as he heads up to the bridge, chin set. He's not sure who he needs to talk to in order to get a video contact to Celestial Being, but god dammit he's going to make sure Kyrios is repaired properly even if it means flying another suit until Celestial Being fixes it!]

[Allelujah's all bandaged up around the torso with no shirt, and he's clearly in pain as he walks. Stop him to ask what he's doing, or to try and help him?]

Current Mood: bitchy

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Current Mood: bitchy

heliotropesmoke.livejournal.com

[Loraine's mood had been ... dim lately. Perhaps nothing illustrated this better than the dust that was gathering on the keys of her piano's keys. Their white luster was dulled with a thin coat of grey ... and at the moment they matched Loraine.]

[As of late she'd either been in her office, the gardens, or her shared quarters, and not anywhere else. Regrowing her spent supply of tobacco and cannabis was going to take some time... in the mean time, she was glad she had some nicotine patches to keep her from going nuts.]

[At the moment she sat in her medical office, portable DVD player running some made for TV horror/thriller movie]

[A man on the screen slammed a door behind him and his girlfriend and started to catch his breath.]
"It's okay, there's no way he could have gotten here before us--HWUUG!!"
[From the hall closet came the killer with his knife. Poor guy never stood a chance]

... this movie sucks...

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[Loraine is hiding under her desk, clinging to the side of it. With headphones on, she's trying to block out noises of combat going on outside the ship. Still, she can feel every shake of the ship as it's rocked by collisions, and sways with each evasive jerk as the ship attempts to avoid another craft or attack.]

[She's out of cigarettes. The mess of a combat situation on the L Boat had her chain smoking until she was out of everything. All that's left is the bathroom gin, and now she just plain feels a little sick.]

~~Oh god, this boat is going to be my grave one way or another, isn't it? What the hell am I doing here?~~

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[Be it in her office, in her shared quarters, or around the ship, Loraine seemed less snarky and more pensively thoughtful in the last few days.]

[Sometimes she was smoking one cigarette after another, after another ... was this what you called chain smoking?]

[Other times, often when walking, she was so pregnant with thought she might miss a turn, or almost bump into someone.]

[Where and in what state do you find her?]

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Finally. I was beginning to see the hospital walls in my sleep.

Um, I haven't gotten a chance to meet most of you yet, but I wish to offer thanks to those who had helped me back when I was fighting. I know it's been a while, but... I only now have been deemed healthy enough to wander about. I would also like to offer my services now that I am well. Though I don't know how much use I will be, but I'll try.

... I don't suppose anyone can catch me up on what's been happening? I kind of missed out on most of the news while in the hospital.

[[OOC: OMG sorry for blipping off the internet for so long. Let's just say Wendell was in the ward until now to excuse my stupid absence. GHH let's start catching up]]

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1. Action
[After the adventure that finished in dinosaurs and stuff, Tsukasa had about enough.

Making a beeline to his kitchen, he started up the tea and waited till the water whistled. Pouring the water, and steeping the tea, he sat down gingerly in a chair. He didn't look too hurt at all, just dusty with some scrapes and he took a long bracing drink.

Then, looking around, he summarily passed out, collapsing on the floor.]

2. Action
[Tsukasa looks much better, more of his color back instead of desperately pale. There's a bandage around his head but he's relaxing, doing an old crossword puzzle. He's also sitting up in the infirmary, pencil twiddling in his fingers.]

What's a five letter word for 'baka' in English?

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heliotropesmoke.livejournal.com

[Echoing into the metal halls of the White Chalice, coming from a particular medical ward office, was piano music.]

[Loraine had managed to cram her stand up piano into her office, an endeavor that made it a good deal more cramped, but nevertheless she considered it an improvement. If anything, the concessions to space she made (such as having a few stands of filing folders on top of the piano) bothered her more than the now narrow office.]

[As she played she went through other rag time songs, and between pieces wondered aloud little things, like...]

Hm, maybe I should just put the piano in front of the door~ How I'd like that.

[Or...]

... going to space. Does the ship have any kind of artificial gravity? I wonder if a piano will work in Zero G.

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[Long overdue, Wendell is finally waking up from his coma. He winces as his eyes adjust to the light of the infirmary. Raising a hand to shield them, Wendell attempted to make sense of the new and foreign surroundings.]

[[OOC: he's awake, pester him in the infirm! I'll have a post with him out and about later if you want to pester him elsewhere.]]

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vjockey.livejournal.com

[After getting the tar beaten out of him during the supply run Cheng feels that it would be best to get a check up, despite getting a surprisingly good "patch up" on the field. After all, one cannot be too careful when an accomplice of a person who robbed you is the one who helped you with your injuries]

[He sits on one of the beds available at Medical waiting for a doctor to give him a once over before declaring him fit or unfit for duty.]

[Talk to/bother/mock him while he waits for someone to help him out.]

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emorangerblack.livejournal.com

[Told to whomever looks like a pilot and is willing to listen, or just was unlucky enough to stumble near Devon.]

Unlike Dantoinne, I have no delusions. This ship does not exist to save the world. Its priority is survival.

Regardless of its reason for existence, the crew will be drawn into combat. For one reason or another - with the world as it is, it will be only a matter of time.

To fight, you must be ready to kill. To kill, you must be ready to die yourself. Are you ready to die? Or see your friends killed before you?

Current Location: Wherever on the ship

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Current Location: Wherever on the ship

heliotropesmoke.livejournal.com

[In a moderately sized, still largely in tact town being a doctor was an easy thing; people weren't going to hurt you. In fact, you were one of the people afforded a certain degree of protection.]

[Things weren't exactly the same on a vessel that would see a lot of combat. It was more prudent seeming for everyone to be armed and capable...]

[... and sure, you couldn't normally fire guns on a ship, but Loraine had gotten permission to set up a makeshift shooting range on the promenade.]

[So from a relatively empty room on the promenade there is the sound of gunshots, and Loraine holding a pistol, firing quite deliberately away from the end of the room with the door]

[She's an awful shot, but... that's why she's practicing at all.]

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[It's a one-way video message that arrived from outside the White Chalice. What could it be about?

For some reason, the video shows a handsome and athletic man. He's only shown from the waist up but appears to be naked.]

Greetings, brave crew of the White Chalice! My name is Roger Dantoinne - I am the chief executive of Blackstone Arts, the most dignified electronics company. I only want you to know: please continue your actions being saviors of this world. You have my company's humble support. We will send supplies at the earliest opportunity. Let us remain friends in the struggle to survive these difficult days.

Oh, one more thing before I forget. We were generous enough to send an agent as assistance. She is not a member of my company - but please treat her kindly nevertheless. Devon can be rather difficult sometimes but I trust her unique skills will be a great help to our shared efforts!

[The message ends by showing a picture of Devon. Speak of the devil - she was in the middle of trying to sneak on board without too many people noticing. But now everyone knows who and where she is.]

Tch. Dantoinne, you bastard...

[Devon's frown mirrors the one shown in the video.]

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Tch. Dantoinne, you bastard...

[Devon's frown mirrors the one shown in the video.]

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[For most people who are passing by in the Chalice's halls, one would be surprised to see that suddenly, one of the walls began to ripple as it became the color of quicksilver. Spreading out, it soon passed across the ships halls until finally, a young man stood there dressed in black and magenta. A magenta camera hung around his neck as well.]

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[A few hours later, Tsukasa Kadoya is wandering the halls, taking pictures of everything in sight. Fortunately for his sake, he had a place to develop them, and a good supply of film as well. So he's in your grill, taking pictures without asking as in his wont.]

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notimemachine.livejournal.com

[There's a new ship that has joined the White Chalice Convoy. It's much smaller than the other ships present and appears to be a civilian model and has "CLOCKMAKER" painted onto the side in brightly colored letters. Before anyone can get too nervous about this sudden appearance, the captain of the ship contacts the fleet.]

I look around here and I see a bunch of damn fool heroes who want to stand up against bullies like Adventus. I can't help but think to myself "A group of strong principled men and women like this are still slaves to logistics. Wouldn't they benefit from having a top class mechanic to help keep their ships and mechs in working order?"

Then I think "Why Orlando, you're a top class mechanic. Why don't you do it?"

Orlando Desmarais, Captain of the Clockmaker and traveling mecha repairman, at your service. And I've got a strong feeling you're gonna need my services, if you don't mind me saying.

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capt-fanservice.livejournal.com

[A woman in a black uniform with the collar undone is striding around the hangar getting her bearings and fanning herself after the desert heat, using a sophisticated-looking PDA to make a post on the ship's network.]

[Video]

Hi there, White Chalice guys! My name is Lieutenant Colonel Misato Katsuragi, and I'm gonna be traveling with you for a while. See, I need to get back to Japan, and your ship AI said I sounded like a Soldier of Love and Justice, so he agreed to give me a lift.

Plus, an old friend of mine is aboard, and I couldn't resist the chance to drop by and say hi, after all.

[She decides not to mention her "friend"'s name so as not to be too much of an embarassment, but the video does clearly show Evangelion Unit 02 in the background.]

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[Hayato is standing at edge of the front docking bay of The Tower, watching as three enormous trucks are being loaded into his ship. It's hard to read the man, but if you had to hazard a guess, you'd probably want to say he looks lost in thought. Without even noticing it, he's started talking quietly to himself.]

We have the machine. Now it's just a matter of finding someone who can survive it. Of course, in the end it's just a replacement, but hopefully it'll be enough.

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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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guardian-lynx.livejournal.com

[Posted on the ship's communications network]

[Voice]

To anyone who just joined, I want to make sure you know that room assignments aren't mandatory. You have access to your assigned room, but really, you can crash anywhere you can get into.

Anyway, my name's Calvina. The "crew" of this ship pays me for advice, but mostly I'm another tenant. If you were hired for protection, or need some advice on handling Vultures or bandits when you head out on your own, feel free to contact me. We can't connect to any continental networks out here, but the ship communicators will let you do audio or text communications within around a mile of the White Chalice.

Welcome aboard. Oh, and stay off the bridge if you don't like minigolf. Trust me.

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aceshighsniper.livejournal.com

[Much unlike many other residents, Lynette prepares food for her guest, and tidies up the room prior to getting to meet Loraine. She had always been used to sharing rooms back with her family, and while she was poor at meeting people... It would be very good to have a friend in this place.

The days that would be spent in this ship, something told the girl, would be long. But as a Britannian girl, she would make the best of them. Besides, this was part of her cultural manners. If they were going to live together, why not begin with the right foot... Or rather, the right food?]

((OOC: Lynette Bishop needs a tag...))

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heliotropesmoke.livejournal.com

If you're new to the ship or haven't seen a doctor lately, it's recommended you come in for a physical. But I'll hardly force you to; it makes my job easier if you don't show up. Just remember the adage, 'an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.'

Naturally if you have any actual health concerns do come by.

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