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[driftsintobuffetline]

Today--in my world--November 9, 2015 marks the one year anniversary of the birth of the Jaeger program. Happy First Birthday to Mark-1 Brawler Yukon.

And I really did not want to have to make this post on today, of all days, but I've put it off long enough.



Robotics Engineer and Jaeger pilot Mako Mori appears have been ported out.

[Here Newt thinks "I don't know how to do this in a personal sense. I've never been good with this and I've spent too many years with the PPDC. All I know is form letters. 'We regret to inform you...'"]

I hope she's gone home to kick some Kaiju ass.

[He includes a picture of Mako's beautiful model of (ironically the last Jaeger) Gipsy Danger 2.0. Newt and Hermann will be keeping this for her in the hope that she returns. Or to give to Raleigh or Pentecost, should they appear before she does. He's not sure if he selfishly hopes she returns, or is happy for her that she's gotten to go home.]

If there was anything in her possession that belonged to you and you would like it returned, please forward your request to either me or Dr. Gottlieb.

Thank you.

[If Newt has seemed a lot more subdued since the 7th, and in the next few days, this is the reason. It's frightening to think that someone he knows could disappear overnight. He really doesn't like to consider the implications. He's not great at expressing his feelings, nor were he and Mako especially close, but she was a valued member of their team, kind and caring, bright and capable; he respected her abilities. He's going to miss her quiet smiles and her calming presence.]

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[mathemagier]

File this on my list of things I need to draw up a comprehensive report on. I'm not getting paid enough for this.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

I bought dinner and booze. That's payment enough.

[mathemagier]

I am not a cheap date, Newton.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[From across the room or on the sofa next to him or whatever, Newt just busts up laughing, cackling even, and keeps laughing with tears in his eyes. He can barely type, he's laughing too hard.]

thanks man, ineeeded that liaugh

[mathemagier]

[Wherever he is, Hermann just raises his glass in some sort of toasting gesture, smiling himself]

I live to amuse.

[driftsintobuffetline]

then you better stay here and amuse me, buddy

[mathemagier]

So long as you don't expect much.

[driftsintobuffetline]

you can't say you live to amuse and then not live up to it

[mathemagier]

It's called sarcasm, Newton. I believe you're familiar with it.