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Rabah Iowa Rabah begins pulling back as the twins begin their attack- and something lurches in her Eva. "Wha- not now!" War Tech: 4dF+2 -2 I think a failure that hilarious should reveal something about the Eva, which was what I was going for, but in a terrible, horrible, no good very bad way.
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Rabah Iowa Rabah seethes, internally. It's the aeternal right of the soldier to complain, though not at briefings. So she's quietly furious behind a mask of impassive soldiery. It's no surprise there are imperfections, she thinks, when you won't even tell me half the features in this drat weapon! It's like being told to field strip an unfamiliar gun blind! I can't compensate for weight that nobody tells me about! I can't plan around extra power when I don't know I have it! Why won't you just trust me to get the job done? Somewhere else, the part of her that only cares about the mission is already planning future strategies based on 10 whole minutes of reserve power.
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Pax and Noah Fate Points: 1 The twins don't react overtly to the praise, but both of them look tired. They may literally not have had their limbs yanked around like a child's toy, it still very much feels like it. Noah averts his gaze from the commander pointedly, though Pax just kind of slumps as she ragdolls against the back of her chair. They look at each other for a moment, but ultimately Pax seems to be the one keeping focus on the matters at hand.
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Dr. Laboe Jenny glares at Adams briefly before leaning forward, a tablet in hand. "You all did very well. Sync rates were high across the board, particularly Pax and Noah. Asagiri as well, you've lived up to the notes from your previous assignment." She flicks through it, 'hmm'ing a little. "Some dips as expected from in-combat stress, but nothing out of projections. Importantly, nobody seems to have experienced sync drop from hesitation or faltering, which is what would usually be responsible for problems." She steps forward, crouching slightly. "Now, I don't want to worry everyone, but current projections suggest the Angels will display more... unusual forms, if not with the next one then most likely the one after. A direct attack was reasonable today, but you're all going to need to be very careful about how you approach future ones of these, and also careful not to immediately panic or fall into despair if it seems like traditional attacks won't be effective. Alright? We'll still pull through." She focuses on Wilson, nodding her head slightly at Adams. "Wilson, I'd like for us to have a chat soon. Just talk over what happened, alright? Oh, and Asagiri, I'd also like for us to schedule a session. I'm partially responsible for maintaining sync rates. There aren't any problems with yours at the moment, obviously, but I prefer to still have some regularity with the sessions. Alright?" She pulls back, smiling and otherwise looking all reassuring, and nods to Jagr for any last words and a 'dismissed.'
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Dylan James Dylan is leaning over, toweling the LCL out of his hair and nods in response to Jagr's acknowledgement. As the superior officer berates Franklin, Dylan flashes him a silent look that says "Hey, don't worry about that rear end in a top hat." If only that dickhead headmaster at ol' St. Tommy's could see me now, he thinks,
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Hannah Asagiri FP: 4/5 Physical: OOO Mental: OOOO Hannah takes her praise with no great show of emotion, although she does wear an accommodating smile throughout most of the briefing, fading only slightly when Franklin is admonished, and quietly nodding in acknowledgement each time she is addressed. Although she sports a towel draped over the shoulders of her plug suit, she hasn't made any effort to deal with the LCL that remains in her hair. For the most part it's been reduced to tiny rivulets or stray droplets, but Hannah seems unbothered by its presence regardless. "By order of Deputy Director Miller, I've been ordered to report to Doctor Alvarez at 19:00 hours," Hanna replies to Jenny, looking and sounding a little apologetic, "but except for that I have no prior obligations. My spear is supposed to arrive tomorrow morning, and I would like to be present for that, but if that's the only time you have available then that's fine too." The raven-haired pilot shifts sheepishly on her feet, "...of course, sooner, ...or later! ...is fine. Whatever works best for you, Doctor Laboe."
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Dr. Laboe Jenny winks kindly. "It's fine. You're in something of a unique position, I've got a lot of previous... documentation, I suppose, and you've already met the other pilots, so it's not a problem if we don't meet for a few days. I'll see you in class, by the way, and we can schedule something then. Alright?" She backs into the line with the fellow commanderpeople, though she's still got an eye pretty clearly on Wilson. That 'chat' she wants to have soon.
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Franklin Wilson FP: 4/5 Physical: OOOO Mental: OOO loving bullshit. Franklin, hair drooping from the LCL, and fumes silently. What did he get out of it? Well, loving nothing considering Adams threatened to render him unconscious with LCL pressure. If he'd had even so much as a loving moment, he could have done something! But nah, guess it was the turn of the loving Wonder Twins to look good. gently caress those two. Endanger what? That Angel got hosed the gently caress up. He nods back at Dylan. Cool kid. Should do a team-up at some point. Ratings would go through the roof. Better ignore social media for a while, though. People wouldn't be happy about today's performance. And now, Doctor Laboe was calling. Shrinks. Ugh. He rolls his eyes, but nods. Fine. Whatever. The alternative was to go home and play video games until he passed out or something, so why not amuse the quack for a bit?
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Hannah Asagiri FP: 4/5 Physical: OOO Mental: OOOO "As you wish, Doctor," Hannah replies, her smile growing slightly as she does a little half-nod half-bow, "thank you." Looking over to Rabah, seeing for the first time in person the confident and determined-sounding pilot she'd been paired with for the operation, "everything is okay? It had sounded like you had a brief moment of trouble right at the very end, there."
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Rabah Rabah's irritation at being caught out is less than her interest in the new pilot. Perceptive. That says experience. "Yeah, still need to work on my driving," admits Rabah. "Hit a bit of resistance where I wasn't ready for it. Next time I'll know though."
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Pax and Noah Fate Points: 1 " I'm great at the thing that's probably going to get my sister and I killed, I'll try to contain my excitement.", Noah says in an excessively dry tone. "Or all of us killed, really.", he adds, before starting off moodily. Pax halts, looking concerned - and probably a little hurt - over towards him. He seems to regret his words for a moment, flinching as he shoves his hands into his pockets and turns away. Pax looks somewhere between angry, and pouts. "Nobody's making you do this." He frowns, saying, "That's adorable to say, Pax.", dismissively as he goes to make his exit. Pax glares daggers after him, but then her shoulders slump, really too tired to extend the fight any further. After a moment, she looks over to Rabah. "Ah, maybe you should review the operations manual again?" Mind, the notion of an "operations manual" may be a revelation for some other pilots. "It's easy to forget all the codes, I know."
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Rabah "No, it wasn't in the manual" which I have memorized "because it appears to be some unique feature of my Eva. There's an extra battery pack in it that gives an additional 10 minutes operating untethered, apparently, but when it swaps over there's a moment where the drive train stops for a second or so and I didn't realize that." She frowns. Now she can complain. "I would have liked to know that before the sortie but I should have been ready for it anyway."
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Dylan James Dylan sighs heavily and leans back. "Jee-ZUS. What a buncha bullshit, huh? I dunno about you, but I'm fuckin' hungry. Anyone wanna grab a bite?"
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Franklin Wilson "Hear you there. Save some for me, buddy, I gotta see the shrink." Franklin shrugs and follows Doctor Laboe. "Whassup, Doc? Got a new Freudian theory bout me or whatever?"
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Hannah Asagiri FP: 4/5 Physical: OOO Mental: OOOO Hannah nods knowingly towards Rabah, no stranger herself to the difficulties involved in figuring out the nuances of an EVA. She finishes with a shrug and a grin, the irony of the advice she's about to dispense not lost on her, "live and learn. Good deal on the extra power though. Hopefully they can implement it in later EVA models." Dylan's food proposition catches Hannah's attention. The pilot from Nevada had dietary requirements that needed to be satisfied, but there was a little wiggle room. She studies the boy for another few moments before speaking up, "I'm not opposed to the idea of food."
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This is pretty good stuff. Do you guys want to keep chatting with each other, or do you want me to kick things forward?
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Dylan James "Heh, ya won't regret it. I know this place that makes the best chowdah in Boston." I'm fine with whatever.
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Keep chatting!
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Franklin Wilson Huh. What was that wink about? Eh, whatever. Franklin is not here to decipher other people's bullshit. He strolls over to the group heading for food. "Hey, room for another? Could do with that after today. Bunch of bullshit, all day."
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Pax Fate Points: 1 "Drive... train?", Pax says a little haltingly, like that wasn't a combination of words she expected. "Ah, yeah, that sounds useful.", she adds to Rabah after a slight hesitation. Tapping her cheek with a fingertip, she seems to consider the facts presented to her for a moment before filing them away. "Um, chowdah?", she then adds to Dylan as she follows along, maintaining her confusion. "Is that related to baseball, too?"
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Dylan James "Nah, if it was baseball, we'd be eatin' Cracker Jack. You don't know what chowdah is? It's like a clam stew. Trademark New England dish. It's Friday, so we should be able to get a good deal." Dylan shakes his head at Pax's ignorance of the holy broth.
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Hannah Asagiri FP: 4/5 Physical: OOO Mental: OOOO "As long as some sort of steak version of the best chowda is an option," Hannah spectacularly mangles the pronunciation of chowder, having attempted to emulate the way Dylan pronounced it, "but a change of clothes is definitely in order first, as much as I like my plug suit." Her attention then shifts to Frankin. She had seen some of the things he'd been in, mostly memorable because of how the technical inaccuracies made her laugh. In his current mood though, she probably wasn't going to tell him that. It was somewhat surprising to learn how much more abrasive he was in person, although it was possible it his current behavior solely stemmed from the Commander's deployment scheme. To that end, it would be interesting to talk to him. To talk to them all, really. Gaining a greater understanding of these other pilots was something the Deputy Director had suggested she do, "I think it would be great if you came along." I'm also okay either way!
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Rabah "Some food wouldn't be a bad idea," admits Rabah. "I don't care what." She frowns a little at Pax. "Whatever controls the transmission of force. I wish they'd tell me more about the drat thing!" I'm good with whatever.
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Franklin Wilson Huh. The weird girl said it would be "great" if he came along. Well. Okay. Cool. Franklin finds himself smiling at her. "Hey, thanks." Smooth, buddy. Forget it. Let's just go get some chowder. I'm okay to do whatever as well.
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Dr. Laboe As Jenny goes out of sight of Wilson, she stretches, then focuses on her papers. Only thing worse than having to write an essay for a test is having to correct a couple dozen poorly written essays. She really needs to just accept defeat and let them slide by with multiple choicers. Ah well. She wanders on down to the small canteen for the higher-ups. Really more like a mini-kitchen thing, you bring your own food (yay microwave junk). If she's lucky, Jagr will be there. If she's... really, really unlucky, it'll be Adams. loving Adams. If it's alright, maybe a parallel scene with either of them? Or with some other officer person.
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Hannah Asagiri FP: 4/5 Physical: OOO Mental: OOOO In between then and now, Hannah had gotten herself into a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt that read 'cat' in bold lettering and featured a cartoon silhouette of said animal. Hannah found normal clothes disorienting sometimes, but back in Nevada the chief scientist, Dr.Simms, had told her that appearing normal was a good exercise, that it would teach her to depend less on the feedback from her plug suit to remind her of her shape. The biggest bonus, she'd discovered, is that dressing like a normal person helped her to blend in better with her new-found peers. It wasn't any other people she needed to fit in and get along with. It was them. Deputy Director's orders. At NERV 2nd there was only one civilian restaurant, Patches, and for her visiting it was a real treat. She'd been allowed to have a hamburger there once, although without tomatoes or ketchup, but apparently lettuce and mustard were okay. She still had to adjust the rest of her intake for that day and the next to accommodate it. When she met with Dr.Alvarez here in Boston later, she would inform him about this deviation from her routine diet and compensate accordingly based on his advice. She still wasn't entirely sure what a chowder was, and as Young's was apparently seafood place she suspected there was no steak variant to be had. It was for the best, she'd decided; without knowing what was in it erring on the side of caution was the wisest course. As long as she chose something simple and bland she would be okay. Hopefully an un-adventurous meal option wouldn't offend anyone. Young's reminded her of Patches in a way, it was small and welcoming. It smelled good. She smiled as she observed Dylan and the waitress trade quips in a familiar sort of fashion. "I think I like this place," the clone declared. bahamut fucked around with this message at 07:35 on Jun 9, 2015 |
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Pax and Noah Fate Points: 1 After Pax changes, her exit with the others moves across across Noah on the steps, who moves to trail after, apparently still in a mood. Pax seems to be doing her best to offset that with her cheer, as if they were flip sides of the coin. As they settle into the booth, Pax picks up a menu. "Oh, it's a milk soup!", she declares. "Nobody calls it that.", Noah points out with a sigh. "Somebody does now.", Pax replies defensively before hiding behind her wall of cardboard. Looking over to Franklin, Noah gets a confident look as he adjusts his cap for a moment. "Anyway, don't feel too bad about today, the commander was probably just using you. They probably knew you'd try something like that and figured they could try and scare the rest of us a little with an example. I mean, they should have put us back there, I would have been glad to just park my rear end while the rest of you did all the hard work." From behind the cardboard menu, Pax's voice comes up. "Liar.", she says simply, before Noah gets an irritated look on his face. "... tch." Alien Rope Burn fucked around with this message at 23:16 on Jun 10, 2015 |
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Franklin Wilson FP: 4/5 Physical: 0000 Mental: 000 "Woah, hey, okay. Don't everybody trip over themselves to feel sorry for me." Franklin sighs and sits down. "Commander was right, though. Shoulda just stayed put. If the Angel'd gotten past me, that'd be my fault. It was my bad, guys." He spares a glance at Hannah. He'd... seen her around. Not much, though. He'd been piloting for a while, but circumstances seemed to prevent him from having anything but short conversations with her. She seemed very... reserved. Quiet. Kind of his opposite, actually. He'd... never paid much attention to herr until now. Huh. She seemed... nice. "Hey! Salmon Chowder, if you don't mind." He flashes an award-winning smile at the waitress. Maybe that'll get some attention. Create an Advantage with Rapport: 4dF+4 2 Tagging "All Eyes on Me" to boost it to a +4. Gonna name the resulting aspect "Franklin in the House!" if it goes through. FP left = 3.
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Dylan James "Man, don't sweat it, Franklin. poo poo happens, alright?" He turns to Annie, picking up a chip and tossing it into his mouth. Of course Annie knew to start with the chips, she's a doll like that. "It's Friday, whaddaya think I'm havin'? Clam chowdah, Annie. Get whateva you want, guys. It's on my tab." "So we're not getting paid for it is what you're saying?" "Shush, Annie."
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Pax and Noah Fate Points: 1 "It's probably also a way of trying to try and get us to bond as a team. Adults think that way.", Noah says dryly in Franklin's direction, before suddenly he has a cardboard menu in his face as Pax says, "That's enough." Pushing it down, Noah grumps, "I'm just being honest." Pax leans over and the two say in near unison to Annie, "I'll have the-" "Clam Chowder." "Milk Soup!" Noah shoots Pax a baleful look as she just snickers to herself with a smile as she steals one of Dylan's chips, taking a bite. "She means the chowder."
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