srwug_alpha_rp; first original canon, go

[tookthepill]

One


[ For a rich kid, he's awkwardly stand-offish. Maybe he's just shell-shocked from what happened earlier, but ever since he's been on the White Chalice, he's been seated in the cafeteria, quietly eating his food, and trying his hardest not to make eye contact with anyone. Otherwise, his posture is perfect, and he's using two forks, one knife, and one spoon, and a napkin spread out over his lap. But somehow, he doesn't quite look like Perrine.

If someone approaches, he looks up and awkwardly smiles in greeting without a word, and just goes back to eating. ]

Two


I've never piloted a Gundam before... or, well, anything, really.

[ Even if it's just an I-SAVIOR. However, it had obviously been modified, with several detachable protrusions, all lined with tiny, protruding half-spheres, all bearing the IDS logo. The young pilot then reached into his blazer pocket, and withdrew what looked like a USB flashdrive. He then stuck it into a slot in the control console. He then flipped a few switches as the program began loading. ]

Installing... establishing uplink with the White Rabbit... bringing the Vector network online... okay. It's all you, ALICE.

[ He'd never seen her in combat before that he knows of, anyway. Several lines on the Vector Bit pods began glowing. He strapped himself into the mobile suit's pilots chair, waiting for ALICE to take over. She said she'd appear as a hologram right there in the cockpit with him, so... ]

Three


Damn it!

[ Nerd rage. He and several others had been making use of a Dan terminal, now co-opted by ALICE, to play video games in the lounge. And she was kicking all their asses. Worse? Caulder was in last place.

Feel free to gloat. Because whoever you are, you're beating him. ]

For SRWUG@, Later on

[armored_mother]

[1]

[Another day on the Chalice and another arrival. You can see a Britannian Transport dropping off several suits of powered armor along with some tough looking people that were clearly their operators.]

Alright boys and girls! Hustle up! We're here to get some work done so you better be on your best behavior or I'll put you on your rears! Got it?

[There were grins and laughs all around, but none of them showed any disrespect, it was more of an ease of familiarity with the brash woman. She turns to see you looking at them, she grins and walks over.]

You could always take a picture you know. It'll last longer.

[She's certainly... bigger... up close.]

Major Cora Anderson. The boys call me Ursa.

[There's a hand offered to you to shake.]



[2]



[Cora's at the mess hall, reading a letter while sipping some tea. Yes. A tough woman like her is fond of her Tea. She's Britannian, what do you expect?]

Oi, think I got some left to share. You up for a little?

[She's offering you a drink, raising a battered tin mug at your direction and then motioning to the seat opposite her.]


[3]



[The battle seems to have come inside the Chalice! Corridors have become firing lanes and enemy troops are rushing throughout!]

Keep your heads down!

[There's a mechanical whirr as a large armored figure unleashes a literal hailstorm of metal down corridor.]

You holding up alright over there?!

[Despite being over a speaker the utter concern in her voice was ever-present. The kind of voice of a person who's used to looking out for others.]


[4]



What.... what the heck am I looking at?

[It seems that Cora has stumbled upon something beyond her comprehension. Maybe its something you're used to, maybe its just mindbogglingly ridiculous to you as well.... maybe its just plain weird.]

[Whatever it is, Cora just has this expression that she's trying to keep it together but the seams are barely holding. Try to calm her down?]