srwug_alpha_rp | Entries tagged with orlando desmarais

space-mcgyver.livejournal.com

[Lowe's Red Frame is parked by the pile of scrap formerly known as Motherwill. A pile of spare parts he salvaged is present already, too big to have been amassed without a mobile suit's help. But he doesn't seem all that satisfied with his hunt's results yet.]

Crap... crap... kinda useful but too common...

Come on, there has to be a jackpot somewhere inside this wreck. I can smell it!

[Join in looking through the wreckage? Or maybe comment?]

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of-10-faces.livejournal.com

[There's a single Gatakiriba Clone at the door of the mess which is done up like a elegant restaurant. And its dressed in a tuxedo.]

Welcome good sirs and ladies, today we have a banquet special. Please order what you will; our talented servers will be with you shortly.

[The real Tsuaksa is in Formride, sleeping. Don't worry, he's taking it easy as he's in bed.]

(ooc: mingle post, go out and have fun!)

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space-mcgyver.livejournal.com

[There's a new unit in the hangar: A dog-like quadruped, about the size of a mobile suit. It's somewhat battered and looks obviously worn and well-used, and doesn't have any faction insignia. Something you might be able to buy at an antique MS bazaar if you're lucky and have a lot of spare cash lying around. And what'd you know, that described a certain Lowe Gear perfectly.]

Alright! Not quite what I had in mind, but still awesome!

Let's see what we can do with you now, shall we?

[Intervene before the crazed mechanic takes this unit apart into pieces?]

Current Location: Hangar

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Current Location: Hangar

space-mcgyver.livejournal.com

[Lowe looks like he's going out somewhere. So does the Red Frame, while we're at it.]

My initial scrap-sword idea failed, but forget that - you will never succeed if you don't try. Speaking of trying...

My friends at Junk Guild found a cool asteroid to check out. An ancient blade is treasured there, and that's just what I need!

So, see you all in a few days. Don't worry, I didn't leave any extra work for the rest of the mechanic squad. All my units were serviced nice and clean!

I'll bring souvenirs if I find anything awesome.

space-mcgyver.livejournal.com

notimemachine.livejournal.com

[Orlando surveyed the rather heavy damage to the deployment team, making mental calculations. Eventually, he cracked his knuckles in a business like manner.]

Time to get to work.

notimemachine.livejournal.com

[Orlando surveyed the rather heavy damage to the deployment team, making mental calculations. Eventually, he cracked his knuckles in a business like manner.]

Time to get to work.

howling-alone.livejournal.com

[Alexei appears rather content as a new pair of arms and legs are slowly rolled into the hangar holding Wahrheit]

Who would've guessed Neo America had a Bernard and Felix Foundation outpost? And they said the League only operated on Earth...

[After the goods have been delivered, Orlando would get a rather sudden call]

Orlando. This is Alexei. That thing I was talking about having you do? It's time to do it. I hope to see you within the next hour in Wahrheit's hangar. Bring tools... and Handyman. You're gonna need em.

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burningprez.livejournal.com

1)(Colony Wide and Beyond Broadcast, feel free to react to it as you wish)

[The broadcast begins with the moving image of the flag of the United States of Neo-America. Various patriotic images such as the Colony's various sports teams, the proud soldiers of Neo America marching on to carry the day, Gundam Maxter and its Pilot Chibodee Crocket saluting proudly before the American Flag.]

Voiceover: Good Evening. Viewers. We bring you this message. Live from our beloved president Michael Wilson Jr.

[Hail To The Chief kicks up as the presidential seal appears across the screen, fading into a view of the President's Office in the White House]

Hello my fellow citizens of Neo-America! And hello to you my friends in the colonies and on Earth.

[The man leaned forward, a smile flashing at the screen]

I'd like to say that its great to have this chance to get a few words in with all of you before the big day. Now I've been hearing a lot about White Chalice, about their actions on Earth and off of it.

[Michael gets off his seat and looks right in the Camera with conviction]

White Chalice has a cause I can believe in. They have Justice I can believe in. So I'll say this to all of you. Open up your doors and hearts to them like I am-

[There's a beeping noise off screen. Michael steps off camera and the sound of something getting smashed can be heard. Michael's head peeks back onto camera from the side]

Gonna cut things short, they're great people and I'm formally inviting them here to Neo-America.

[There were rapid footsteps, The office fades out to the image of the American Flag once more before regular programming continues.]

2) (Locked to NPC?]

RIIICHAAAAAAAAAARD!!!!!

[Walks over to his VP, a paper crushed in his right hand]

What the flying duck is this memo I got about Herrera Futuristics putting on a trade show here?!

[Was not happy about the behind his back descision, moreso since its a foreign weapons company and those were always trouble.]

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howling-alone.livejournal.com

[Alexei would personally call both Lowe and Orlando out of the blue.]

You two...I want to see you down in Wahrheit's hangar in 15 minutes. Whether both of you come or neither of you come, it doesn't matter to me. And Lowe? Bring that book...

[The message cuts off then.]

howling-alone.livejournal.com

space-mcgyver.livejournal.com

[Video]
Wow, would you look at all these beauties! One ship with so much sweet stuff on board, it's almost criminal.

I'm talking about your mobile suits, of course. So many unique models... anyway, name's Lowe Gear. I'm with the Junk Guild, and looks like we'll be working together for a while. I got my own ship to call HOME, but I'll hang around so if you need technical wizardry done, just say the word!

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faux-kiken.livejournal.com

[Rosie had gotten onto base, officially, about just before it went into space, and promptly spent almost the entirety of the following week in her assigned quarters, living as some kind of hermit.]

[But finally there was a sudden reversal of this behavior, and now she was wandering around base, accustoming herself to the halls, taking note of landmarks, signs, etc all the way...]

[... and she did so while wearing her big, fluffy, heavy, white wolf fur coat. And while juggling about five shiny spherical objects.]

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thestrayhawk.livejournal.com

[Video]
Um nice to meet you I'm Ichitaka Nagumo. This might sound a bit cliche but I'm here because my grandpa was kidnapped after he revealed two Super Robots to me and my older brother. Long story short I'm currently looking for my gramps, the people that kidnapped him, and my older brother Yu.

The white slightly birdlike Super Robot in the hangar is mine, I'm not exactly what you would call a trained pilot although I'm willing to learn anything you're willing to teach. I wouldn't want to hold back anyone with my inexperience in case you ever need me out there again.

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notimemachine.livejournal.com

[Orlando's floating around in a normal suit outside of The Clockmaker with a repair kit, checking for anything that got damaged during liftoff into space. He's humming to himself (though you can't hear him through a vacuum) and generally looks pretty content with things.]

[Later, Video]

Just a reminder, a major loss of oxygen among armed forces in space is to micro leaks and bad insulation and sealant in many mechs operating simultaneously in hard vacuum. It's important to get your mechs inspected and updated for space action now, while we're stuck in transit.

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my-time2-shine.livejournal.com

If you happen to be hanging around the hanger on the White chalice you may come across a blonde haired boy with freckles and video camera crawling all over other people's mecha, have a serious fan-gasum. Not only is he touching everything (well the outsides of the mechaS anyways, not entering cockpits or turning anything on) But he also video taping every square inch of any mecha he can get his hands near! All the while blurting out specs, and observations. He's more oblivious to his surroundings than a kid with an ice cream cone.

Will you harass him for touching you mecha, or let him take it for a test drive?

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Location: White chalice Hanger

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Current Mood: bouncy
Current Location: White chalice Hanger

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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faux-kiken.livejournal.com

Orders from up high came down to Orlando & Josh that since they were going to go out and scavenge anyway they were to do some trading at a local trade outpost for various supplies; stock up on anything that seemed useful. Surely, Orlando insisted upon some pay for the service, which he would receive.

Likewise, Cheng was sent to go with them for the same purpose, but more to guard them than and the trade goods than anything.

The town was run down, but it had goods. The people there used something of a peculiar currency: bullets. Any kind of ammunition had a different value, with BBs like pennies.

The locals were also on edge, because if anyone was listening to the talk around town it seemed that a <b>warlord</b> was in town to trade today. "I just don't like it. Those Wolves are bad news. We shouldn't let them into town even if they're just here to trade."

"What are we going to do? Drive them off? Besides they own the old munitions plant. There's no one richer to trade with and we need the ammo."

"I've heard that their leader can dodge bullets, strike fear into people's hearts and kill you with a single punch."

"I've heard that she can punch you a hundred times in a second and make your head explode!"

"Pfft, hahaha, what ? No way, that's ridiculous. There's no way someone can do that."

((Go forth and talk while looking for trade goods, ye three~ Posting order can be based on whatever you three want, or first come first serve basis, if a posting order exists at all. David and Rosie (along with her gang) will make an actual appearance later in the thread, so don't feel like you have to wait on me. We should finish this post before Sunday. <3))

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hammersteintime.livejournal.com

[Roger is in the hangar, surrounded by other robots! There are other robots than Hildebrand...!]

Oh my stars and garters! I've never seen SO MANY ROBOTS!

I've never seen another robot than Hildebrand before!

This is amazing! Oh by gosh by golly, the future is really something special...!

[He's scrambling from robot to robot, looking up and down each metal body]

M-man, I bet I wouldn't even know where to start with these new fangled things...

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notimemachine.livejournal.com

It seems we've had a few little scuffles out there over the last few days. SO I felt now would be a good time to remind people who don't work directly for the White Chalice that just because I have a contract with them doesn't mean I can't work for you too. If anyone needs a repair job or even just a tuneup on their robots, I would be happy to working something out with them.

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gundamentalism.livejournal.com

[Setsuna steps out of the teleporter hub and makes his way distractedly to the deck for the view. He'll be sleeping on the Chalice tonight; he mostly finds his room on the Ptolemaios more comfortable considering the solitude, but self-preservation has to play a role at some point. It'll probably be a while before he can sleep on Ptolemy again without Tieria smothering him with a pillow for damaging Exia.]

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no-int5-foru.livejournal.com

[Voice]

--can just talk and it'll record?

Oh, cool! Hi everyone, my name's Sara Smith! I'm one of the people who helped you guys out in San Francisco or...the other way around...the Colonel called you, so...yeah.

Anyway! I'm Sara, I'm from San Francisco, and apparently I'm a Libra. Colonel Preston sent me and Josh along with you all because we think the Nightmares are spreading out from San Francisco, and we're the ones who know how to fight them! What else...oh, can anyone help me reassemble my ANIMa creche later? Derek gave me all the diagrams, but some of the pieces are too big for even Josh to lift and I couldn't find a a jack just now so right now mine's kind of in a pile in the hangar...oh! And all that other stuff in the hangar! Are those real robots? I never thought I'd see a working one!

Oh, oh, right! That was the important thing! Um...what's been going on for the last seven years, anyway? Outside, I mean.

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mydutyisnotover.livejournal.com

[A group of around thirty new people has appeared on White Chalice during a stop at a port. They are currently busy bringing human-sized weaponry, crates with ammo and other supplies aboard - pretty meager resources for a group of this size, but a few of them are wearing bulky, green power armor. Including the man overseeing the whole operation.]

Put the spare Lupus suits into the hangar when you're done. And careful with those grenades.

I should let the rest of the crew know who we are.

[voice]
My name is Frank Symes. Me and my men have been hired to help you. We will provide on-board security and support during combat missions. The green suits of power armor are ours.

mydutyisnotover.livejournal.com

[voice]
My name is Frank Symes. Me and my men have been hired to help you. We will provide on-board security and support during combat missions. The green suits of power armor are ours.

guardian-lynx.livejournal.com

[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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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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phantompilot.livejournal.com

[It appears there's a newcomer in the base just wandering around and looking quite amused at the state of the ship.]

...It isn't much, but it'll do I suppose.

[Giving a shrug, the male continues wandering around the ship, taking care to avoid areas that are restricted to the civilians or pilots.]

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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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