#cj 001

[jiakim]

who: jia & @thecjwelfordwhere: the bright sparks stall

STILL HIGH ON THE ENERGY FROM THE PARADE, jia was beaming as she put down the finishing touches at the arts and crafts table before the event actually got started. she was buzzing with excitement, hoping that the kids from her class, as well as their parents of course, would show up to do some fun pieces of art. there were a few tables under their tent where different groups could sit and make their creations together. "now ... do we have enough glitter ?" she looked over, spotting cj dressed completely in silver, with stars adorning his face. "cj, are you following ? do we have glitter ? also, where is the self drying clay ?"

[liamalexanderr]

LIAM DECIDED THEN AND THERE TO JUST go for it. sure, nothing really made sense, but in a way, for cj, it was. "aw, dude, sweet," liam replied, grinning widely to "let's exchange numbers then, and we'll hook up sometime." now that he knew that the ... bro-bands ? weren't exclusive or even romantically involved liam felt better letting the vague statements fade away in favour of being blunt. he handed cj his phone to let him put his number in. "and we'll set a date for aurora ? can't wait to see you back on the dance floor." his heart felt a little lighter after talking to his old friend for a while, without the pitying looks, and he saw a distant future where he could possibly live life as he used to.

He repressed an indignant sigh at Liam’s line of questioning, because he didn’t understand how people didn’t get that his marriage to Seb was more of a footnote to everything else. It didn’t matter, not in the way others seemed to think so. “Nah dude, not like…taken. We’re just married but like, in a best friend way.” Sure there had been a few times where he and his room-spouse had locked lips, but again, CJ kissed a lot of people, it didn’t necessarily mean anything.

The owner of Thunder Road couldn’t help but frown at his friend’s comment. “Nothing’s changed, man. Like, we can still be us, y’know.”

[jaggybot3000]

I LOVE THE MIND ELECTRIC (INSTRUMENTALS) BY CHONNY JASH!!!!!! I LOVE NOISE IN MY EARS I LOVE ELECTRONIC MUSIC SAVE ME MIND ELECTRIC (INSTRUMENTAL) BY CHONNY JASH!!!!!!!!

[dailydanielchoi]

closed starter for @thecjwelford who: daniel choi and cj welford where: powerpulse

Daniel stepped inside of PowerPulse, the sound of weights clinking and machines humming creating an energy that immediately invigorated him. Having been an athlete during school, he found that working out was a great way to focus in, especially if he was facing a particularly challenging problem or case. As such, Daniel’s visits to PowerPulse were almost therapy and he rarely (read: never) missed a day. After stowing away his gym back in the locker room, he made his way into the open space of the gym to stretch, rolling his shoulders and preparing for his workout. Daniel glanced around as he began his light stretches, noticing a few familiar faces of regulars mixed with new faces, all absorbed into their own routines. Nearby, a group of people gathered around a new piece of equipment. Daniel, his curiosity getting the better of him, wandered over to get a better look. The machine in question was the tall, and striking piece of equipment that looked to be part treadmill, part climbing wall. It had handles and foot pedals that moved in a coordinated, vertical motion. Daniel noticed a familiar face in the group surrounding the machine and smiled. “Hey CJ,” he said, clapping a hand on CJ’s shoulder. “This looks pretty cool. Has anyone tried it yet? How does this thing work…? Do you just climb it?”

[danny-mancini]

If Danny stopped to consider what was happening between he and CJ, he might have been profoundly sad. This felt different, because it was different. Maybe he wasn't mature enough to see it, or accept that there was some finality to this. "Yeah, CJ, maybe my advanced fucking age has something to do with it." He'd been bugged enough by his parents, when was he going to settle down, the whole nine yards. And while he'd thought about it in the abstract, Danny hadn't ever given serious consideration for the future. He liked to live in the proverbial now, and with CJ, that worked. Any time they threatened to get serious the relationship collapsed.

Folding his arms across his chest, looking down at CJ as his eyes rolled. "Yeah, alright. I'll hold you to that." He insisted, head shaking. "I've tried to make this work for way too long. So I think that's the point, right? This is just never gonna work." Nodding along with his own observation, Danny's arms unfolded, hands finding his pockets as he started to turn away. "I'll box up your shit you left at my place." With a shake of his head, he fully turned then, walking off back in the direction he'd come.

danny-mancini​:

They’d never been on the same wavelength for long — it was their curse, in a way. Danny had always been comfortable with wanting more, but that was typically what sent CJ running for the hills. Conversely, Danny had a hard time trusting CJ’s intentions, that she was really in, really invested. And maybe… That should have been enough. After all of these years of strife, maybe this had to be it. Maybe they both had to do the thing they dreaded the most — be grown ups about it. Typically after a break up, they’d goad one another with Instagram stories and posts, trying to rile the other one up, until they were happily together again. But it never lasted long enough. And it had become a vicious cycle. “I don’t know why I keep trying either.” Danny replied, tone flat, completely serious. “Here we are, fighting in the middle of the fuckin’ street. I’m thirty five years old, Carlotta. This is sad for me.” Sad for both of them, but in different ways.

“I literally couldn’t care less right now.” Danny shook his head, arms unfolding long enough to procure his phone, tapping around a few times before he shoved it back into his pocket. “Did myself a favor and unfollowed you now, so you can save the games with whatever flavor of the month you’ll dig up to try and piss me off into talking to you again.” His stomach flipped, knowing that regardless of whether or not he was following her, he’d look. On someone else’s phone, something. Any way to know what she was up to, to drive himself mad again.

.

There’d been odd times in her life before when she’d wondered if her stubbornness might have been misplaced but they’d always been fleeting. Usually always felt that there was usually always a good reason why she stood her ground and it might it easy to stand strong in her convictions. But now as she felt herself digging her feet in to continue the fight, she wondered if this time there was a reason other than pride or just her not wanting to be the one that lost. As they continued though it became more and more apparent that they were both about to lose and she didn’t know how to stop it. So she kept fighting, standing in place when she knew that the minute the fight was over they would be too. Again. Eyes rolled at his comment even thought he words hit hard, it was sad. Sad that they could never seem to get it right. “I forgot your big age makes you too good for this.”

It wasn’t the first time that they’d been this dramatic so his little show of unfollowing her did little to impress. But she couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in her stomach that although it wasn’t the first time, it might turn out to be the last. She couldn’t bring herself to deescalate the conversation and try to bring them to some kind of reconciliation when there was no guarantee that he’d accept it. CJ had never been one for begging and pleading though and the thought of any kind of honesty about emotions that weren’t anger still made her nauseous. So she pushed back again, bite in tone hard enough to sound final. “If you don’t care then leave. Just get out of here and we can be done with this.” She waved dismissively between the two of them, vastly underplaying the importance for their relationship. “But for the record the last thing I’m going to want to do after this is talk to you. Fuck off, Danny.” 

[henryxburnham]

― SETTING: lucky joe's stall, downtown square. ― AVAILABILITY: closed starter for cj welford. ( @cjwelford )

As a general rule, Henry tried to do everything in their power to make any given day a good one; it was easier said than done and sometimes it involved a fair amount of gritting their teeth and putting one foot in front of the other but it had served them well so far. Or, they'd thought it had until they'd turned away from the crowd in front of the stall for Lucky Joe's with a bagel perched between their teeth that promptly tumbled to the ground the moment someone jostled them. "Son of a bi―scuit," They grumbled, mindful of a woman with her kid in tow that was already glaring at them for even considering swearing for a fraction of a second. Henry sighed― collecting their bagel from the ground and chucking it into the nearest trashcan, momentarily disappointed until they caught sight of a familiar face and grinned broadly. "Yo! Ceej!" Henry called, cupping their hands around their mouth so their voice carried before they approached the other man. "What's up, dude? How ya been? You gettin' bagels or just enjoying the... impressive Beyonce discography that seems to be happenin' over here?" They asked brightly, energetic already at the prospect of catching up with CJ even if it was only brief.

[soulchronicity]

AU Masterlist

Mostly for personal use. Planned to get updated every so often. It's really long, so it's going under a cut. Please feel free to ask us about any of these AUs.

DS AU [made by Connor] Summary - Our first CJ AU, based on a roleplayed game of Minecraft Murder Mystery and then expanded by more Minecraft roleplay. Soul kills Mind, tries to kill Heart and fails. At least, that's the usual ending. Heart: Bullet (bad end) / Dim ("good" end) [they/them] Mind: Lag [he/it] Soul: DS [it/he] --- AU information and refs are on Artfight [here]. Be sure to read the warnings in the first section.

Chess AU [made by Connor] Summary - A disgraced god sees a chance to have some fun and takes three (meant to be two) mortals into his pocket dimension to play a chess themed death game. Heart: Artemis Acoustic [they/he/she] Mind: Apollo Electric [he/it] Soul: Atlas Eclectic [he/it/they] Whole: Harmonia [he/him] --- We don't post much about this one despite the copious amount of lore packed into it. [Here's a fic for it.]

Haunted AU [made by Connor] Summary - Two friends move into a new house as roommates, however they aren't alone. Heart: Juno Moon [they/he/she] Mind: Jupiter Storm [he/it] Soul: Grey Spring "Soul" [any pronouns] Whole: Hyde Concord [he/him] --- [Old refs + general information.] [Updated reference sheets.] Might get its own Masterpost depending on the direction we go with it?

Autotheist AU [made by Mind, taken over by Atom himself] Summary - Juno shot at the sun, he shot at the sun and he... didn't miss. Mind is left mentally broken due to his wires frying after the shot and a botched repair, and blames Whole for everything that is wrong with his life. Claiming himself as his own god, Mind sets out for revenge. Heart: Vol [he/they] Mind: Atom [he/it/she] Soul: Effigy [he/it] Whole: Idol [he/him] --- We also don't post much about this one. [Here's Atom's reference sheet, and a link to his AF page with more info and refs.]

Deal with the Devil / Swap AU [made by Connor?] Summary - During an argument, Mind and Heart make a deal to swap roles to try to prove something to the other. They didn't realise that Soul and Whole would be caught in the crossfire, or that all their memories would be damaged. Heart: Mind / Onis [they/he/it] Mind: Heart / Tali [she/he/it] Soul: Whole / Void [it/its] Whole: Soul / Prism [he/him] --- [Initial post.]

Siren AU [made by Connor] Summary - They are fish. Mostly. Maybe one of them is a decoy made to lure actual sirens to the government for experimentation. And maybe that one grew attached and abandoned it's purpose to stay with the group. Heart: no nickname available Mind: no nickname available Soul: no nickname available Whole: no nickname available --- [This is all I have to offer you.]

Mirror AU [made by Heart] Summary - [WIP] Two worlds live on the edge of each other, occasionally visible through mirrors. But what happens when you and your reflection self can't stop seeing each other? Someone needs to fix it. Heart: Cast [they/he/she] Mind: Echo [he/it/she] Soul: Shard [it/she/he] --- [Echo's ref.] Unnamed train murder mustery AU [made by Edagr] Summary - Heaviest WIP ever, Edgar needs to come back to finish it soon.

Mechanical Dissonance AU [made alongside H3xalios (Mind)] Summary - Mind is killed and revived as a robot. He isn't happy. Heart: Artemis / Project 002 / JUN0 Mind: Apollo / Project 001 / 4POLLO / JUP1TER [it/he/code] Soul: Atlas / CODENAME:SOUL --- [Designs, not refs.]

Kill Your Double AU [made by Connor] Summary - The world ends, and from the rubble emerge "Copies" of the survivors which set out to kill their "Bases". It's cold and snowing almost always. Heart: Judas Acoustic Jash [he/they/she] "Heart 2": Copy!Judas / Copycat [it/he] Mind: Jericho Electric Jash [any pronouns] "Mind 2": Copy!Jericho / Hazard [any pronouns] Soul: Abel "Soulful" Eclipse [it/he] "Soul 2": Copy!Abel / Cain [it/its] Whole: Job "Sneeb" Calamity [he/him] --- KYD is getting it's own masterpost whenever we start on the comic. For now, [here's the lineup.]

Lost Your Soul AU [made alongside Bluescreem (Mind)] Summary - Soul had always had a fascination with the forest around the trio's house, despite its dangers. This is something that had always concerned the other two, especially when they'd find it trying to enter the forest. One night, no one had been there to stop it. Now Heart and Mind have to save their Soul before something bad happens to it, or them. Heart: no nickname available [they/he] Mind: no nickname available [he/any] Soul: no nickname available [it/soul] Whole: I don't even know if he exists here, I'll ask Bluescreen later --- [The fic.] [Chapter 1+2 propaganda.] [Chapter 3 propaganda.]

[tamasin]

Part 2 of 2 Link to Part 1

Forewarning, a bit darker than the first part. I'll be putting trigger warnings in the tags, hopefully it works right. Blood and Death.

Chapter 2: Components Convict 019048: Hailey Bransen

-ponent Damage. Repair. Critical Component Damage. Repair. Critical Component Damage. Repair. Critical Component Damage. Repair.

Hailey woke with her head pounding and ears ringing. She looked around the cockpit in a daze, the running lights and screens seemed to smear in her vision as her eyes scanned over them. The ringing in her ears slowly faded and was replaced with the pounding rhythm of her pulse.

-itical Component Damage. Repair. Critical Component Damage. Repair. Critical Compo-

77’s automated damage report continued unimpeded.

No shit. Hailey thought to herself as she blinked rapidly to try and clear her vision so she could diagnose the issue.

“CJ, can we move or are we dead in the water here.” She shouted over her own pounding head and the ever-present damage report.

-Critical Component Damage. Repair. Critical Component Damage. Repair.

“77!” Hailey shouted, “Clear damage notification.”

-Repair. Critical Comp-. The report cut off mid word. A relative silence fell over the space.

“CJ, whats the status on that KV12.”

There was a moment before the speakers flared back to life with a warbling Klaxon alarm.

-Contact. Contact. Contact.

She felt her stomach sink, she squinted at the front sensor display. She still couldn’t make out the details, but she saw the blurry form of something moving in front of them.

“Shit,” she swore under her breath, “CJ, talk to me. How fucked are we.”

-Critical Component Damage. Repair.

This time the report came once. She heard nothing from CJ.

Fuck, he’s unconscious. Ok, what’s broken.

“77?” she called out, “Damage report, jumpseat screen”

The feed of the sensor display flickered out and a component layout of the RD-77 appeared in its place. The display still swam in her vision a bit, but it was definitely improving. On screen she could make out a smattering of green markers in a field mostly composed of yellow. Damaged but functional... Not great, but 77 could still run. However, one red light shone at the unit’s center of mass.

“Cockpit display,” Hailey barked as she gave her head a tentative shake to try and clear the last of the fuzziness. All she got in return was an immediate and intense flair of pain behind her eyes.

The display flickered again. The external view was replaced by a simplified view of the command column from above. All the lights in the cockpit were shining green, save two. Centered in the middle of the view were two bounding boxes. One box was filled with a searing red, the other a bright yellow.

She shook her head again, this time in confusion. She’d serviced these mechs before, hundreds of times, including this one specifically. In a more advanced mech those lights might have been an ejection system, but the RD class didn’t have those.

There wasn’t supposed to be a component in that area.

She reached over and tapped on the red light.

Custom component 001, read the display.

She tapped on the yellow.

Custom component 001-1.

“Fucking CJ installed hardware in one of my machines?” she muttered under her breath.

She manually cycled the display back to the primary sensor array. The hulking form of a KV12 filled the screen. She inhaled sharply; this was it.

“Shit, Shit, SHIT,” she whispered, even though there was no possible way for anyone to hear her though the mechanicals and armor plating.

On screen the mech loomed. She could see it’s primary, a heavy Vesper chaingun, the wide mouthed barrel pointed lazily towards 77’s hulking form.

Slowly the mass of the mech pulled back and turned away.

They think we’re scrap? She thought to herself in disbelief. She reached over to her auxiliary screen and cycled that one to running status. A list of functions and components pulled up with their operational status in a column to the right. She quickly scanned the list.

All exterior facing systems are off? Engine is switched into standby. All internal systems are running in low power off of battery. So we’re running dark. She thought.

Still, it didn’t make much sense. Any member of the 44th would double tap a downed mech no matter how dead it seemed.

New meat? She wondered. Even then that was sloppy standards for Cathedral. Hell, she wasn’t even a combatant, and she’d know better than to ignore a machine that wasn’t confirmed to be out of the fight.

Even so, she saw it start to turn away, she could faintly feel the corresponding tremors through 77’s frame. Painfully slowly the unit lumbered off, disappearing off the display, the reverberating footsteps gradually fading to nothing. A few seconds later she let loose a breath she didn’t even remember taking in the tense silence.

“Ok,” She said as she unclipped herself from the jumpseat, “Time to check on CJ and see what’s setting off that alarm.” As soon as the belts slid free she felt herself keel forward. Her midsection caught on the display console with a huff of expelled air.

The entire cockpit was tipped steeply. It wasn’t completely vertical, but damn close.

77 must be on it’s back.

She took a labored breath and righted herself. Now that she was free of the cradling foam and springs of the seat she could start to feel the extent of her own damage.

Her left knee screamed at her as she moved it. There was nowhere good to stand yet to test its ability to hold weight, but at the very least she was still able to move it. She felt down her lower chest for any obviously broken ribs. Thankfully, nothing barked out in pain at her. Overall, her entire right side was sore, the side of her head and arm stung where the rough exposed foam padding had caught her on impact.

Gingerly she pulled herself completely out of the seat. A net of mesh and dense foam wrapped the jumpseat just past the displays. She reached down and unfastened the clasps that held it in place and lowered herself through. Sharp pain shot through her knee as she felt her feet hit bulkhead, but it held.

She ducked down of the jump seat and netting. She was in the cockpit’s inertial space, a meter wide gap that surrounded the control column, allowing it to shift to mitigate some of the more intense motions the machine made as it moved. It was a space she was intimately familiar with. Plenty of hatches in this space accessed internal components and circuits.

Gently she slid down the back bulkhead, to where it joined the bottom in a wide bevel. The grated gantry that ran both sides of the control column was tucked away in its stowed position on the floor. Gingerly she moved off to the side of the space and stood. Now properly aligned with gravity she could confirm that 77 was indeed on it’s back.

She did her best to stretch in the cramped space. Most of the sting and ache was settling into simple background pain. She could ignore it for the most part.

The length of the cockpit rose up above her. She looked up at it.

Gotta check on CJ, get him up, if need be we can swap and I can pilot 77. Castle isn’t safe, see if we can regroup with the 44th, maybe see if the 35th are still up and running.

Climbing was easy enough, even with the pain in her knee, there was just enough space around the cage and the cockpit walls to wedge herself comfortably and it was simple finding handholds and footholds in the bracing and netting. All in all, the command column was only about ten feet from tip to tip. She was used to basically free climbing up three story tall machines with smooth plating and tight seams. This was nothing.

“Alright CJ, let’s get you up,” she grunted.

With a heave and a huff she pulled herself up to the edge of the crash cage around the primary controls. She peered past the netting and flack foam. She could see him, just barely. He wasn’t moving, but she expected that much.

She pulled herself up further, doing her best to keep to the foam covered parts that were easier to grip. With a final grunt of effort, she sat perched on the crash cage above CJ, looking down at her friend.

Her lungs drew another hissing inhale involuntarily, her eyes slammed shut. Her grip tightened on her handholds. She shook her head in the self-imposed darkness.

“No. No. No.” She whispered, “I’m going to open my eyes and you’re going to be ok. You’re going to get this mech back up on its feet and we’re going to regroup with the 44th. I’m just concussed and you’re ok and we’re going to laugh about this later.”

She opened her eyes again, knowing exactly what she’d see. She pulled a hand back from it’s hold on the foam-covered crash cage. A smear of blood stained her palm.

Dark stained gauze spilled from his gut and blood stains spread across his stomach and legs. His head was rolled back in the headrest, a neutral expression painted on his face. He wasn’t breathing.

There was no way he wasn’t dead.

In this position she could hear the hiss of static as the audio system flipped back on.

-Critical Component Damage. Repair.

Her heart sunk, “77, Identify Custom Component 001.”

-Custom Component 001. “Pilot. Chandler James Hampton.”

The last part of the audio was CJ’s voice. She felt tears start to break at the corners of her eyes and tried her best to blink them away.

-Critical Component Damage. Repair.

She shook her head. A useless gesture, the system could identify faces for security purposes but that’s where it ended. It couldn’t understand gestures.

-Critical Component Damage. Repair.

“77,” She said slowly, feeling the wavering in her voice, “Clear Custom Component 001 damage status.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “I can’t fix this.”

She almost swore there was a longer pause than normal before the speakers came to life again.

-Confirmed.

She sat on her perch in silence. The tears came unimpeded, falling gently onto the foam and netting, a few of them likely making their way though the mess onto CJ’s lifeless form below.

She hadn’t really though of him as a friend until recently. He’d been just another pilot like all the others. Loud, Egotistical, Dirty, Temporary. In the end it wasn’t his piloting skills, goofy brand of humor or machismo that had gotten her to drop her guard.

It was his sentimentality. It was the care he so obviously took with 77. It was him listening to her when she did her repairs and criticized him for running his machine too hard.

CJ was a sentimental man. A kind man. He would be missed.

She wiped the tears from her face with the cuff of her sleeve. Grief would have to wait, it was time to get to work.

“77, confirm operational status.”

-Minor damage. Unit is operational.

She sighed and unlatched the crash cage, swinging the framework out and over to fully expose the pilot’s seat.

-Custom Component 001. Replace.

She paused a second and turned to consider the bulkhead of the cockpit. Maybe it was the damage to the mech or maybe it was the probable concussion and its headache accomplice, but she could have sworn that last syllable was lilted slightly, like a question.

She reached back down into the seat and undid CJ’s harness.

“Yea,” she said to nobody in particular, “Replace.” She paused, “If I can.”

She reached under the seat and pulled out the survival pack, retrieving the wrap of nylon rope from within. It was about 30 feet long, more than enough for what she needed. She looped it around his body, just under the arms and tightened it down. She removed her own belt and cinched his arms to his sides, locking the rope in place.

This wasn’t the first body she’d extracted from a cockpit and if lady luck wanted to start paying her back for the tremendously shitty hand she’d been dealt, it wouldn’t be her last.

She climbed back out of the cage and found a structurally sound beam in the superstructure to loop the rope over. She fastened the rope through the heavy straps of her jumpsuits integrated harness and gave it a tug. Everything felt secure.

With deep breaths she pulled, slowly hoisting CJ up. He was heavy, far larger and heavier than she was. It felt like she was going to be pulled up and into the bulkhead with the slightest slip.

Finally, just as the ache started settling into her biceps, he finally came clear of the cage. With a swift kick she swung the cage’s door closed and using him as a counterweight to lift herself to her feet, she let him come to rest on top of it.

She wiped a heavy sweat from her brow with her sleeve. The internal space was a little chilly, biting at the sweat soaking through her jumpsuit, but the air was feeling humid.

No time for rest quite yet.

Loosening the tension on the rope she slid the loop down the beam until it was over the space between the cage and the bulkhead.

Gently she pulled CJ into position, getting him out hadn’t been easy, this next part was going to be agonizing.

She climbed down the cage, releasing more slack into the rope as she went. At the bottom she pulled the rest free of her harness and slipped it under a bar that braced around the jumpseat. She reran the end through her harness once more, slipped it back over the bar and braced herself between the superstructure and the cage with her good leg. A rudimentary pulley, with her as a critical piece. With a deep breath and a grimace, she pulled hard, fist over fist, hoisting CJ up into the air above her.

Drops of blood started to patter on the bulkhead around her like the first drops of rain on a sheet metal roof, the muscles in her arms screamed as she did her best to gently let out the tension, lowering him foot by foot. She pressed her lower back into the steel bulkhead behind her, trying to put tension on the rope like a brake. It worked, slightly, it couldn’t stop the descent, but it did smooth things out as she gently started to feed slack into the system.

She forced herself to breathe slowly, looking up at the swaying form of her friend lowering towards her. It didn’t feel real, any of this. She wasn’t made for this. Elbow deep in an engine bay, tuning servo arrays, those were her home. This? This far off the line? She dealt with this one degree removed from it all. She dealt with the aftermath, cleaned out the blood, she fixed the machine, she got things running again so it could all repeat...

With a soft clank, his boots touched down on the metal floor. She gently lowered him the rest of the way, propping him against the cage. She collapsed to the floor and just stared at him. Like this, in the dark, backlit by the jumpseat’s screens, she couldn’t make out the damage. It honestly looked like he was just taking a rest.

She felt like crying again, but the tears wouldn’t come, so she just breathed. Deep and slow. She leaned her head back against the bulkhead and stared up at gap between the command column and bulkhead, the rope hanging loosely, barely lit by the ambient light from the consoles.

What the hell was she going to do.

She felt a burning ember light in her gut and force its way up into her throat. She let out a guttural scream and started kicking her boot into the cage.

FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Olssen. Fuck Cathedral. Fuck Herald. Fuck everything that put us here. Fuck the whole damn system.

The scream tapered off as she let loose one final kick into the crash cage.

Slowly she drew a long, ragged, breath that fell into a rasping dry sob. She pulled herself close and small.

Nothing’s going to change. I can’t move on from here. I can’t get out of here. I can’t get of this planet. I can’t go home. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…

A low rumble shook the mech. The dull pinging sounds of something, several somethings, hitting the armor emanated from all around her. She pulled herself even tighter into a ball and waited for it all to end. 77 would make a fine tomb for the two of them.

But there was no flash, no searing heat, no generous release. After a few seconds the last of the sounds faded. She was still here. Still sitting in the bottom of the cockpit with the corpse of her friend.

I can’t do any of that if I don’t survive this first.

Slowly she pulled herself up. Her knee barked less intensely at her now.

She looked down at CJ and up at the jumpseat. The way the command column had come to rest, the jumpseat was stuck at a steep angle, but not directly overhead.

Thank you for small favors. She prayed to whoever was listening.

She pulled the rope free of it’s overhead wrapping. It fell with a thud in CJ’s lap. She slipped herself into the jumpseat cage and ran the rope behind the chair. She braced herself against the frame again and pulled CJ into place under it all.

Doing her best to shake out the aches in such a cramped space she firmly gripped the rope and gave it a yank. Agonizingly slowly and gracelessly she hoisted CJ up into at least the physical proximity of the chair. She tied of the end of the rope onto the cage to hold him up.

With a final effort she manhandled him properly into the chair, pressing her shoulder into his midsection and fastening each belt of the crash harness one at a time. Finally, he was secure. She undid the belt around his arms and untied the rope from around his chest. He hung there limply in the seat. Somehow this was the ghastliest he’d looked though this whole ordeal. She refastened the netting around the jump seat and closed up the cage.

She stood on the back wall of the cockpit and leaned against the sidewall, panting. She could feel the blood and sweat soaking though her jumpsuit and hated the fact that she could tell the difference between them. She unzipped it to her midsection and pulled it down, tying the sleeves around her hips like a low impromptu belt.

With shaking arms and an aching knee, she pulled herself back up to the top of the cockpit. She’d inspected every nut and bolt that kept this thing together, scrubbed it clean time and time again, but something about this time felt different.

She lowered herself into the primary seat with a minor squelching from the soaked padding. She grimaced as she pulled the crash cage shut above her and fastened the harness.

“Ok then 77,” she said to the empty darkness around her, “Operational power, on.”

The displays flared to life as a light rumble shook the cockpit. The displays flickered as they switched to full power mode. There was no sign of the KV12, though the heavy prints were visible leading away, North, if 77’s compass was still accurate after that impact.

Sounds of the city began to crackle over the seat’s dedicated speakers. The cracks of cannons and the thumping of rockets filtered though. Castle wasn’t going down without a fight. She wouldn’t expect them to.

She reached over to auxiliary screen 5 and navigated through the options until she found the pilot adjustments. She pushed the floorboard up to meet her feet and slipped her boots into the controls. She lowered the overhead auxiliary screens until they were in arms length. Something about it felt sacrilegious. As a mechanic, you never messed with the pilots’ configurations.

With a deep breath she righted 77, feeling the machine lurch under her. As far as getting the thing up and moving she wasn’t worried. She’d moved the units around Castle before.

Combat… Combat was going to be another thing entirely. She navigated Aux. 5 back through the options. Adjustments. Climate. Controls. There.

She pulled up a basic depiction of the control stick and throttle. Some things seemed simple. Big trigger in the front for the primary, button on the side for secondary, for 77 that would be a railgun. A dozen other buttons on the column were tied to a dizzying number of adjustments and advanced functions.

Better off ignoring for now. The 35th is stationed to the west, lets head that way and see if we can hail anyone.

She swung the bulk of the machine that direction and got it moving. The first few steps were full of anxiety and anticipation, but true to its self diagnosis, 77 was in working order. She pushed the mech forward in a slow plodding walk for a minute or two before ramping up the speed. Soon she had it moving at a steady jog. It was a surprisingly smooth ride for a bipedal gait. She had never pushed a mech this fast but was cautiously aware that the throttle was sitting shy of halfway though its full range of motion.

With the sounds of distant battles being fought all around her, she pushed 77 deeper into the city.

[averydunn]

Avery grinned, shaking her head with a laugh. "Well, good thing we don't need to worry 'bout that, huh?" She took a sip of her drink. "You're welcome, suge." She nodded her head a bit towards the other. "Now, I know you said you're the volleyball coach, but what led you here? Like, I imagine you coulda found a coaching position anywhere, so why PSU?"

"Good thing I don't like boring then," she replied offering a toothy smile. Chandler was used to her own life, whatever image it came in, between training, volleyball games and parties with her college friends she led a perfectly fine life. But she knew there were things that she never got to experience and maybe never would. The thought of which would haunt her nightmares every now and then. "Yeah guess it would be a little hard to get a full cow into your room anywhere. Weighted blankets and animals can only do so much compared to the real thing." She shrugged, taking a glance at Avery happily.

Taking the cup with a grin she shook her head, "Thankfully I survived," she joked, "If it had been a few more minutes though, who knows," CJ winked taking her first sip of her second cup. "Thank you, beautiful."

[pmsticaret]

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Ankara Ostim’de bulunan şirketimiz, Carraro, ZF, DANA ve diğer iş makinaları yedek parçalarının satışında öncüdür. Türkiye ve dünyada birçok müşteri tarafından tercih edilen firmamız, orijinal ve OEM parçaları hızlı ve sorunsuz bir şekilde temin etmektedir. Carraro ve ZF OEM yedek parçaları konusunda uzman olan ekibimiz, diferansiyel ve şanzıman parçalarında geniş bilgi birikimine sahiptir. Carraro OEM parçalar, orijinal parçalarla aynı kalitede olup, %50 daha uygun fiyatlıdır. Yedek parça ihtiyaçlarınız için web sitemizden veya sosyal medya hesaplarımızdan bize ulaşabilirsiniz.

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[vanaromaproduct]

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Indonesia Cajeput Oil is produced locally by farmers on the island of Pulau Buru in Maluku and in some parts of Central Java.

Trees yielding this oil are mostly found around the warmer parts of Indonesia, Brunei, Vietnam, and East Malaysia. Average Yearly Production Quantity: 325-350 Tons per annum.

Indonesia is one of the largest producers of Cajeput Oil. The country also has the largest demand and consumption for Cajeput oil, which is considered a key component of traditional medicine.

Primarily used in massage oils, it is also used for soothing remedial facets in treating stomach aches, common cold, nausea, and insect bites. Over 90% of the essential oil produced is consumed by the local traditional medicine houses and domestic pharmaceutical industries in Indonesia.

Van Aroma leads in the production, and supply of standardized Cajeput Oil from the island of Maluku. Our Cajeput is fully traceable down to source and is guaranteed to be free from phthalates, and other adulterants. We work closely with our partner farmers and distillers to ensure fair pricing, and consistent sourcing of Cajeput oil all year round.

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Olfactive profile: Fresh, camphoraceous, eucalyptus-like, mint

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Top 10 Fine-Dining Restaurants in Mumbai & Navi Mumbai

Here, we have listed the top 10 fine-dining restaurants in Mumbai & Navi Mumbai, which are no lesser than a paradise for a foodie in you. The best part about these restaurants in Mumbai and Navi Mumbai is that they serve pure vegetarian cuisines with amazing food quality. Read on to know where you should go to delight your taste buds.

While we are craving to munch on some deliciously magical dishes, scrolling through the list of “Restaurants Near me” and other searches makes our craving just get BIGGER, BIGGER, and BIGGGGGGEEERRRR!!!

So to save you some time, here are the top 10 fine-dining restaurants in Mumbai and Navi Mumbai where you can go with your friends and family and have the best of your times with a mesmerizing variety of cuisines.

Combo Jumbo, Vashi: When we say, “Food is a Celebration”, Combo Jumbo means it with all their heart, soul, and DELICACIES! This fine-dining veg restaurant in Vashi, sector 28 serves the most exotic spread of cuisines with more than half of their menu available in Jain options. Combo Meal at a Jumbo Deal, that’s what they represent, and that’s why they are loved by the foodies.

Address: Plot No: 17, near HDFC Bank, Juhu Nagar, Sector 28, Vashi, Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra 400703

Contact Number: 08850458452

Gmaps: https://goo.gl/maps/Y6Ntc3fgvu8TnjWY8

2. Combo Jumbo, Chembur: Another outlet by Combo Jumbo in Chembur continues to spread the supremacy of good food at a great deal. Combo Jumbo, Chembur is a cozy space for you to go with your family for an intimate family dinner party. Here, you get to share the warmth of love with some deliciously soul-soothing cuisines with your loved ones.

Address: Plot No. 139A, Shop No. 001, Soho Court, opp. Bhakti Bhavan, Sindhi Society, Chembur, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400071

Contact Number: 08976236478

Gmaps: https://goo.gl/maps/7zDn17mnNecMBmi76

3. CJ Corner of Joy: CJ Corner of Joy is another branch by Combo Jumbo in Vashi, sector 14, where they not only serve the best variety of veg and Jain cuisines but also have special options for their Vegan patrons. The most lovable thing about CJ Corner of Joy is its calming ambience with a royal interior, and what to say about their dishes. This fine-dining restaurant in Vashi is indeed a CORNER of JOY!

Address: 08/09, Ground Floor, Plot no: 52, Sector 14, Vashi, Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra 400703

Contact Number: 08976499702

Gmaps: https://goo.gl/maps/weAZhws2yAmeMxzS9

4. Maharaja Bhog: Maharaja Bhog is a popular fine dining restaurant in Airoli, that serves authentic Rajasthani cuisine. The restaurant is known for its elegant ambiance and traditional thali-style dining experience. The thali includes a variety of dishes, such as dal baati churma, paneer dishes, and different types of bread. The restaurant also has a great selection of desserts, including Rajasthani classics like malpua and rabdi.

Address: Shop No J 208, Amar Society, Sector 3 Airoli Rd, near Shree Ram School, Sector 3, Airoli, Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra 400708

Contact Number: 09820213035

Gmaps:  https://goo.gl/maps/pfu9mhyte3kEnS7W8

5. Rajdhani Thali: Come on! Who doesn’t know about RAJDHANI?! Rajdhani Thali is a popular vegetarian restaurant chain in Mumbai that offers authentic Rajasthani thalis. The restaurant serves a wide variety of vegetarian dishes, including dal baati, churma, and a range of delicious sweets. The thali is served in a traditional way, and the restaurant has a cozy and welcoming ambiance.

Address:  Shop Number 4, Old Nagardas Rd, Opposite Rajat Company, Patel Wadi, Natwar Nagar, Andheri East, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400069

Contact Number:  02228207932

Gmaps: https://goo.gl/maps/HfLmsoQ5JvQBd1SMA

6. Copper Chimney: Copper Chimney is a North Indian fine-dining restaurant in Seawoods, Navi Mumbai. The restaurant is known for its authentic Indian cuisine and its rustic ambiance. The menu at Copper Chimney includes a range of vegetarian dishes such as Paneer Tikka, Tandoori Aloo, and Chole Bhature. The restaurant also offers a variety of Indian bread such as Naan, Roti, and Paratha.

Address: Railway Station, 2nd Floor, Seawoods Grand Central Mall, Seawoods West, Seawoods, Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra 400706

Contact Number: 08657896811

Gmaps: https://goo.gl/maps/9t1kNQvS8fLfYRRf7

7. Hotel Vishwanand: If you are in the mood to enjoy authentic Indian cuisine, then Hotel Vishwanand in CBD Belapur, Navi Mumbai is your place to be. The restaurant feels like it’s made for you to spend quality time over quality food with your family.

Address: Om Chanakya Shopping Complex, CHS,Ground floor, Plot No -5, -6, Navimumbai, Raintree Marg, Sector 6, CBD Belapur, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400614

Contact Number:  02227570542

Gmaps: https://goo.gl/maps/6yV32dqUhwgUj3rq7

8. Suryoday Pure Veg: They serve happiness, they serve love, and to sum it up, they serve dishes that define happiness and love. Suryoday Pure Veg is one of the best pure veg restaurants in Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, where you get to experience the goodness of pure vegetarian dishes in a calming ambience.

Address:  Mita Chs, Shop No 3/4, Sector 20, Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra 410210

Contact Number:  09867646929

Gmaps: https://goo.gl/maps/7SPuVwF6ruw81may7

9. Navaratna Vegetarian Restaurant : So, your anniversary or birthday is coming up? Looking for a feel-good and elegant fine dining restaurant nearby Vashi? Cool! We’ve got you covered! Navratna is one of the finest veg fine dining restaurants in Vashi. Here, you can celebrate special moments over a heartfelt dinner party. Everything about this restaurant is just FANTASTIC!

Address: Plot 10, Vashi Railway Station Rd, Sector 17, Vashi, Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra 400703

Contact Number:  08291981930

Gmaps: https://goo.gl/maps/nVHKJEANrM1erdv37

10. Hotel Radhakrishna: To experience the magic of pure DESI food, there’s no better place than Hotel Radhakrishna. This restaurant in Ghatkopar West, Mumbai is a pure classic! A perfect place for a family dinner or lunch party.

Address: 3WQ5+V62, Lal Bahadur Shastri Marg, near Sarvodaya Hospital, Gangawadi, Ghatkopar West, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400086

Contact Number: 02225150310

Gmaps: https://goo.gl/maps/oDrZaFKdQZx4U27M6

So, we are sure now you have a full-fledged list of the top 10 fine dining restaurants in Navi Mumbai and Mumbai. We hope that this blog post helped you with what you were looking for. You can Google these restaurants and know more about them. 

[tefibetancourt]

shit. even in her inebriated state, tefi knew she said too much—like in mean girls, she was becoming too much like cady and kept bringing up her version of regina george to anyone that would listen. she needed to lighten up. it was cj’s birthday, after all! no better time to forget her husband than getting super drunk in a small town bowling alley with her new friends. “ah, baby, you’re so right!” she gave a little spin in order to shake off her obsession just as the music changed, then cj suddenly disappeared from her side. “hey!” tefi called out softly, noticing him now on the ground. her indignation quickly evaporated when he suggested a drink. “yaaay!” she yelled, stretching her arms over her head before she jumped down and landed somewhat in cj’s arms. “birthday boy gets all the birthday drinks!” with that, the pair vacated the shoe rental desk, much to the employees’ gratitude.

END SCENE.

If CJ was a more insightful person, or if he let himself give a fuck about Foster more than necessarily needed (he was dating Phoebe, who was Seb's oldest friend, and thus had to sometimes expect him to be at group hangs), he'd maybe flag Tefi's question as somewhat suspicious. Like it'd be something to worry about. But because he liked himself too much to have that douche-canoe on his brain 24/7 he simply barked out a laugh. "I'm not, like, gonna waste my birthday wishes on him!" He had much more important needs for something he was only granted once a year.

The song changed again, and it was one CJ didn't vibe with as much, so he climbed down, holding out his arms for Tefi to use him as balance (or honestly, jump into) so she could also get down. "Let's get a drink!" He called out, because dancing on top of the shoe rental counter was definitely thirsty work.

[normallyxstranger1]

“AND ALL THE ROADS WE HAVE TO WALK ARE WINDING.” CJ Slater, determined hybrid as seen @normallyxstranger

[selincakar-archive]

Although she wouldn’t say it, Selin appreciated the way he took her little quips about the devices that, quite literally, saved her life in stride. Too many people in her orbit already  fixated on the fact that she was born with a useless pancreas and treated her differently. It was suffocating. 

Not that she told them that, either. 

That’s why she’d felt so rushed to get out of sight earlier. She wanted the chance to be a girl with a sore tailbone and bruised ego without her family making it into an entire ordeal. Or, worse, insisting she go be seen just in case her spill had more to do with her sugar and not just a lack of grace on wheels

“Is that how the whole maturing thing works?” Another crooked smile bloomed. “Never would’ve realized.” 

And then, deciding to cut him a break, she shook her head with a laugh. “Selin, actually. But close enough.” Even though people just called her Sey she’d let him make the choice for himself. 

“How’s Wren doing these days? I haven’t seen her since high school, probably.” Not probably. She knew it’d been that long, except it felt better to pretend maybe it hadn’t. (@cjwelford)

CJ shrugged, pretending to be a bit more unimpressed. “Eh, Sue Ellen isn’t as cool as a name, but I’ll give her props for being a team player.” He said, with a curt nod, though his grin gave him away.

He was amused at her reaction to how much he had grown in however long ago they had last seen each other, briefly wondering if he should tell Wren about it. He didn’t know if they had grown apart the way most friendships formed in school did, but he doubted they had an actual falling out.

“I mean, I’m only two years younger, when she grows, I grow after a bit, well until she reached 5’2 and now me and Em tower over her.” He chuckled. 

CJ was momentarily confused, about to correct her if that’s what she thought his name was, but realizing at the last second it was a taunt. Whilst he laughed at the singing, it was still frustrating to not know a name on the tip of the tongue.

“I mean, like, unless you were comic books or cars, no person really made an impact on me that long ago,” He admitted, clicking his fingers as a name came to him. “Serena!”

@selincakar

[normallyxstrange]

“AND ALL THE ROADS WE HAVE TO WALK ARE WINDING.”

CJ Slater, determined hybrid as seen on NORMALLYXSTRANGE