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"Oh, just curious." She takes another bite of her apple and pauses to swallow before continuing. "How often do you get off-base, aside from missions?"
: As often as I can without getting in trouble. Usually go down to a bar in town to pass the time.

"Thanks scooch. My names Ash. I just joined Mjolnir's flight last night. Whats your handle?"
Ash offers a handshake.
Your offer is rebuffed.
: Excuse me?

Tippy enters the Mess and wanders over to Raiden. She takes a seat near Xiaomei.
"Hey. How are you holding up?"
: Same as always.

She tilts her head towards the other three pilots.
: I'm probably not the one you should be asking, though.

A few feet away, Kommandant is offering his condolences.
: -She went down defending our country, the least we can do is look for her the same way we would one of our own.
: The least your people could have done was support us so she didn't go down in the first place.
: Look, I know you're upset at Crash. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't be if I were in your shoes, but I do think you're being a little hard on him right now. Thanks to your success yesterday, the Goths are putting the brakes on their air deployments, which means our rescue efforts can operate under much less pressure. We'll bring her home.

Yamashiro mumbles something under her breath and looks at her food.
: We appreciate that you're trying, we really do.

"It could've gone better. I doubt you've ever met Roger but he's not here anymore, and Matsumoto is presumably a POW now. I was one kill shy of an ace too, it would've been nice to reach 30 that way."
: Aw, that sucks. Oh well, maybe you'll get that 30th kill on your next sortie.

A metaphorical lightbulb goes off above her head.
: Of course, in the meantime, I'm free to catch up!

: As often as I can without getting in trouble. Usually go down to a bar in town to pass the time.
"You know, if you don't want to go so far out for a drink or two, I live on base and have a couple of bottles sitting around at home going unappreciated," she offers.

: Excuse me?
Ash blinks for a little bit before realizing what was happening.

"Oh sorry. might be my vernacular gettin' in the way. I was wonderin what your name was all friendly like."  

: Aw, that sucks. Oh well, maybe you'll get that 30th kill on your next sortie.

A metaphorical lightbulb goes off above her head.
: Of course, in the meantime, I'm free to catch up!

Walter shifts in his bed to prop himself up better

"What are you even at now? If I'm lucky I'll be out of here before the next sortie."
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Tippy looks toward the other raiden pilots

"Hey... I'm sorry how that turned out. I didn't want to leave either... We might even find her I have high hopes for that. Whatever you guys need, i'll be there ok? Air cover for any rescue effort too."

Gus just nods and takes a swig from the water bottle.

Jaakko puts together his cereal and cannot pay attention to Cualli's and Eremit's conversation. He can't think well, as he's too tired.

Raiden is sitting together, along with Tippy. He curses his luck, and fights a feeling of isolation, reminding himself that Cualli was kind enough to allow him to sit here- or at least not to blow him off.

His fatigue distracts him, he observes the line to get food before shutting his eyes for a few seconds. A metallic clang from the kitchen brings him back to reality.

He resolves himself to do something today. Something distracting. Wallowing in his own ordeals would do nothing to help him.

Jaakko loses his train of thought again. He zones out for a few seconds before realizing that he's just staring at his cereal.

Faw enters the mess hall and surveys the room, looking for Tippy. He spots her sitting nearby Raiden. No need to rush. Faw grabs a corrugated cardboard tray and gets on line for food. He takes a glance at the food on display- the oatmeal seemed passable, but from this distance the fruit bits looked a little bit like roosterroaches. The beef brisket neither looked like beef nor brisket, but it was visibly some kind of meat. The best thing he saw was the cream of wheat with blueberries, which looked like it used real cream and real blueberries.

Faw grabs a bowl of the soup, a cup of coffee, and goes over to Raiden's table, by Tippy. The table's out of seats. He stops himself short of asking to sit down.
"Sorry, I didn't notice this table was full. I'll just saunter on over to another one."
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Tippy looks around

"I wouldn't mind but you'll need to steal a seat from another table." She says offering a solution.

"You know, if you don't want to go so far out for a drink or two, I live on base and have a couple of bottles sitting around at home going unappreciated," she offers.
: ...What kind of drinks?

Walter shifts in his bed to prop himself up better
"What are you even at now? If I'm lucky I'll be out of here before the next sortie."
: Dunno, like, 26 or something? It's on my plane, I just don't have it memorized.

Tippy looks toward the other raiden pilots

"Hey... I'm sorry how that turned out. I didn't want to leave either... We might even find her I have high hopes for that. Whatever you guys need, i'll be there ok? Air cover for any rescue effort too."
: Yeah, if Crash'll even let you.
: Thank you for the offer, we may take you up on it if you're able.

Ash blinks for a little bit before realizing what was happening.

"Oh sorry. might be my vernacular gettin' in the way. I was wonderin what your name was all friendly like." 
: What?

Kommandant comes back to the table.
: Who's this?
: Another pilot.
: So I gathered. What's his name?
: Dunno. I think he said it but I wasn't listening.

"Nothing fancy, but definitely alcoholic." She grins a bit. "I like the drinks that can pack a punch."


Ash disengages Pansar with a hurt expression and greets Kommandant.

"Hi there, names Ash. I blew in from the city last night to join Mjolnir."  

Tippy looks around

"I wouldn't mind but you'll need to steal a seat from another table." She says offering a solution.
"Thanks for the offer. I think I'll just sit by Major Kirves, though. Oh- I almost forgot."
Faw balances his tray of food in one hand and reaches into his pants pocket with the other. He pulls out two keys on a keychain and starts to give it to Tippy.
"This is the key to Roger's room-"
Faw holds the key with a round base.
"-and this is the key to his locker."
Faw holds the key with a rectangular base.
"Sorry, I don't mean to rush you, but his belongings need to be packed up, checked for any sensitive information, and sent back to his family. I feel like you'd be the best person to take care of this."

Faw sighs.

"I'm sorry about Roger. I didn't know him very well, but I can't imagine how you're feeling. You can do it whenever you feel ready. Goodbye."

Faw walks over to Jaakko's table.
"Hello. Mind if I sit down here?"
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Jaakko is napped out of his trance. He looks up at Faw.

"No," he croaks.

He tries to clear his throat but it doesn't improve the quality of his voice.

Walter looks to the side of the room and raises his eyebrows

"If I do turn out to be held up in here for awhile then I guess I'll have to be the one catching up for a change."
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