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[buildyourworld]

[ He knew something was wrong when Banagher didn't show up at their meeting point before heading to the makeshift hangar together. So when all he got from the younger pilot was a puzzled look after Eugen hunted him down at the university campus, he could literally felt his heart tightened. The realization of what happened hit him in the gut, made worse by the timing it has chosen. After all, he had just recovered from Karl and Melissa's lost of their echoes. Still, the pang of losing a comrade didn't hit with full force until he reached the hangar.

The decidedly emptier hangar was the last straw. Before any of the research team or support staffs could reach him to ask about the missing steed, he had locked himself in the confine of Virtue's cockpit. He stared at the empty spot from Virtue's feed, unable to keep his emotions at bay. So much had happened in the past three months and he had grew closer to Banagher, enough to let the younger pilot into his life without making him earn his trust at months end. Fighting together on the battlefield did that.

He was going to tell Banagher that whatever had been worrying him was over. He wanted to share some detail about his life with the Unicorn pilot that he had came to trust. They were supposed to figure out their Gundams together, find out what's the La+ System was all about.

He won't be able to do so anymore. Not unless Banagher regained his echoes.

And the empty spot where the Unicorn had stood became the catalyst of him crying his eyes out in his own hands. And for once, he was glad no one could hear him.

By the time text message came up on the network, several hours had passed and he's still locked within his cockpit, tired and numb. He needs to break the news to Banagher's friends. It's the least he could do for him, to make his life easier and free from Numbers approaching him any further.

He would protect him, even without the echoes and the Gundam, he would still look out for him. ]

This is Tieria.
Banagher Links... He doesn't remember anymore.
If you're a friend of his, please take note.


(( OOC: If you're a pilot or FBI, approaching him at the hangar is fine! ))

Video; first do you even lift

[the_fist]

[There was a pleasant hum coming from Gabriel after he wrote the numbers in steam in his bathroom mirror. Fortunately for the viewer, he was wearing a towel tied around his waist. He made confused sort of expression after he wrote the numbers, looking them over.

A woman's voice called from the other room in portugese--which Gabriel responded to with a grin.]

Jeez, gimme a minute! [He set his hand on his stomach, running his fingertips over his abs with one hand and jamming his other hand's pinky into one nostril with the other. Gabriel was well over 6 feet tall and built like Hercules.]

I dunno where this appetite's comin' from, but it's a good thing it's not doin' damage to the money-maker. [He admired himself with a fairly dull expression. Suddenly, he yelled in portugese again, signalling the beginning of an argument very few people were going to understand.]

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[belphe]

[Had it not been for the public text post on the network that morning announcing the affair in the park today, it might have gone unnoticed entirely.]

My place of employment will be holding a Memorial Day picnic in the park today, open to the public. People are welcome to come by for a free meal. If anyone feels they are in need of counseling due to recent events, please come and find me. I would be glad to arrange it off-the-clock for numbered individuals. I will be at the table with the lemonade cooler.


[She had nearly gotten out of it...it had been debated among the mental health wing whether Belle counted as proper staff or not when the event was still a few weeks away. As of two nights ago, however, a phone call from Dr. Korai informed her she would, most certainly, be welcome to attend the yearly Memorial Day outreach. In other words, she was expected to be there.

To her left, the cardiology staff was hosting a walk-a-thon around the perimeter of the park, and to her right, the OB-GYN staff handed out pamphlets and small pink and blue teddy bears to those who were interested.

As for her department...so far Belle had sat in the sun for two hours at a table that offered a cooler of lemonade and a bucket of free pens to fill out an anxiety/depression questionnaire with...something that, if anyone had been interested in taking, she was meant to evaluate for them. So far, the only questionnaires that had been used had been by a group of kids that had promptly folded them into fans and continued on their way.

At least the lemonade had been popular so far...]

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[nowi_wins]

[Welp. Nora is bored. And she's been wanting to do this for a while, so..]


So..... I can't be the only one here who is totally sick of just waiting for cool powers and stuff, right? And I figure since people can get pulses and things from talking about stuff past them used to do, we could just get together and chat about cool powers until someone remembers having one of them.


[She clearly has been giving this a lot of thought.]


Anyone interested? We could meet up at Cold Marble, unless someone knows of a better ice-cream parlor. I'm open to suggestions.


[Or is this just an excuse to go get ice-cream with some friends? Who even knows.]

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[stopinthenameofawe]

Who: Melissa and Karl
When: Various days over the course of May.
Where: Mostly Karl's apartment.
What: Karl and Melissa have had an awful, awful month. This is a collection of the very few times they've met up this month thanks to it all.

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