IC Contact

[brb_reapers]

Hi! I'm Commander Shepard, and this is my private terminal. I've got an open door policy, so feel free to leave a message, I'll get back to you soon!

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Day 126, Action

[noonecomestosaveyou]

Stanton did really prefer meeting in Shephard's apartment, all told. Not only did Lawrence seem less interested in repeatedly breaking, entering, and tampering with it, the place just felt a little more home-like. Which, sad as it was to say, might have had a lot to do with the fish. Even a very small pet did a lot to soften the confines of the space they were given.

Ever the good guest, she did set about to preparing the tea, the routine only more comforting with the flurries of snow coming down outside.

[brb_reapers]

Having guests wasn't particularly novel, often times she didn't have enough time in the day to give interviews, or even spend time with the people she really would like to. The difference here, being, she had the free time, but never had the occasion. The holidays were rushed things, parents sending an extranet card, getting a few extra creds on your bonus check... in all, not something to sit down and spend time with family. She'd always been mobile, the idea that one should travel to a specific place to celebrate holidays on a planet she hardly visited seemed... impractical.

So, she spent a good portion of her focus on the presentation of the gift she was going to give. Presentation was important no matter the occasion, Stanton could appreciate that with her upbringing, her chosen career. And if anyone understood how different this truly was, it would be Stanton... so she wanted to make it special. It had taken some time and effort, a few odd jobs that trickled through... enough to pay for Spartacus' food and a few gifts. Her ladies in arms were particularly close to her heart.

Once she was satisfied, she appeared with a box held in both hands, carefully wrapped in a festive green with silver embellishments and a silver bow to top it off. "Rumor persists that the English still brew the best tea in the galaxy."

[noonecomestosaveyou]

"I can't imagine the Chinese and Indian contingents are very happy with that," Stanton muses, finishing with the kettle and giving a wry half-smile to her task. She trusts Shephard enough that she doesn't stop work to look at her when she approaches, she she's already setting everything on the tray when she glances at her and sees the box she goes still, a look of consternation flitting across her face.

"Shepard, you don't actually need to-"

[brb_reapers]

"--It's not a matter of necessity," she levelled a look at Stanton, one brow lowered with her grin firmly in place. Three steps more had her standing close enough to hold it out to her, both arms extended, bent at the elbows. "If it were necessity, it wouldn't be a gift, it'd be... practical." This was practical, however, and she wouldn't have Stanton, a capable woman in her own right, stay bereft of an item she knew she would wield admirably.

"Also, their objections have been noted. Foxtrot informed me this is part of tradition here, and I have also heard tradition is sacred."

day 150 | text | evening

[colorfulapathy]

[This text will come in after a complaint from Shepard is received. Way to risk your life there, Commander.]

i hope you cleaned the walls off and picked up the pieces after the boom.

[brb_reapers]

I do what I can to try to help. Risking my life has always been part of that equation. I am, actually, fine by the way. Let me know if they approve your time off.

[colorfulapathy]

they have me chained to the desk.

[brb_reapers]

...You part of a union or something?

[colorfulapathy]

yes the union of the lost. i havent seen my family in years.

[brb_reapers]

By choice or...?

[colorfulapathy]

no. send help.

[brb_reapers]

I know Bifrons is unpopular, but they can't be that hideous.

[colorfulapathy]

ive been here longer. i know everything.

[brb_reapers]

If you knew everything, I sincerely doubt Bifrons would have you on a free, open channel.

[colorfulapathy]

they cant stop me, theyll never stop me!

[brb_reapers]

But they stop you from going home early...

[colorfulapathy]

only because i let them.

[brb_reapers]

You can't do your own explosions?

[colorfulapathy]

are you going to help?

[brb_reapers]

Help you make your own explosions?

[colorfulapathy]

can you?

[brb_reapers]

I'm qualified.

[colorfulapathy]

you could make me one.

[brb_reapers]

It's only good for one time use, though. Are you sure?

[colorfulapathy]

yeah. can i watch?

[brb_reapers]

I was hoping to actually show you how, but now I'm not so sure...

[colorfulapathy]

why not?

[brb_reapers]

I dunno. Gotta be responsible with explosions. That saying: More power, more responsibility.... You sure you're ready for that?

[colorfulapathy]

agent snakehole is ready to accept this assignment.

[brb_reapers]

Meet me at 0400 in District 4, then.

[colorfulapathy]

is this a trap? why that early?

[brb_reapers]

It's before work, isn't it? It takes time to learn how to do these things. Explosions are messy, but their manufacture is delicate...

[colorfulapathy]

i dont have work tomorrow its saturday.

[brb_reapers]

What's this? Agent Snakehole is complaining about the time? Looks like you're not as ready for the assignment as I thought...

[colorfulapathy]

i want to do it in the cover of the night not morning.

[brb_reapers]

If you want to learn, 0400 is when you have your opportunity. Otherwise...

[colorfulapathy]

you want me to go to the bad district really early in the morning? fine where.

[brb_reapers]

You won't be alone. I'll be there, too. Meet me at these coordinates.

[ Forwarded ]

Text; Day 156 - Late Morning

[pastdoesntdefine]

[A weirdly formal message, and short to boot. Not that she's been in a position to talk until recently.]

This is Carolina. What's your status?

Text; Day 156 - Late Morning

[brb_reapers]

[ Not something she had expected, but she responded quickly ]

Carolina, this is Shepard. All's well. How about yourself?

Text; Day 156 - Late Morning

[pastdoesntdefine]

[There's a flicker of relief. She liked Shepard. Was glad nothing had happened to her while she was down.]

Seen a few too many shapes in the shadows lately. Just checking in, in case others were seeing the same.

Text; Day 156 - Late Morning

[brb_reapers]

[ Shepard hadn't been immune to the effects of seeing things, visages, hauntings... but she saw that before she showed up in Sanctum. Whispers of the lost, nightmares... part of the job, and she couldn't lose her cool, so she kept it to herself. Old habits died hard. Still, it brought a smile to her that someone would check up on her. ]

You know I always have your back if things get rough. Need a distraction? I'm game for letting off a little steam.

Text; Day 156 - Late Morning

[pastdoesntdefine]

Understood.

And it's appreciated. It's been a while, since I knew I had that kind of backup.

God I wish, but not the kind I want. On house rest, Whiskey's rules.

[brb_reapers]

That's a shame, as far as soldiers go. That's one of our tennets. Leave no human behind.

House rest? I'll admit, I've been off the network for a bit. Though I also know, you're not going to broadcast an injury.

What happened?

[Line Secured: Encryption - 73%

[pastdoesntdefine]

'No human'? That's a curious was to phrase it.

[ well not everyone's universe likely had aliens intent on wiping out their species due to religion.. ]

Suffered a 'glitch' with the ports in my back. Spent about 5 days in a coma. Far as Whiskey can tell, all's well, but I'm not to overexert myself. So it's a few more days before I can go back to work.

How've you been doing?

[Since...Well, you know. Even if you didn't lose your leg or get stabbed or clocked upside the head by a hoverbike.]

[Line Secured: Encryption - 73%

[brb_reapers]

Had to be edited after the First Contact War.

[ Not aliens, more like synthetics with an agenda. ]

I'm sure the down time is driving you nuts

I've been keeping busy. Glad to be in my right mind, again.

[ Since she really hadn't suffered much injury aside from the laceration to her side. Even that was minimal compared to the others. ]

Trying to wrap my head around what I saw.

A MILLION YEARS LATE orz i r sorry -- Encryption 73% -> 100%

[pastdoesntdefine]

[OOC: I THOUGHT I'D REPLIED TO THIS and then. nope. Found it still in my to-tag list. I'M SO SORRY. T_T If you want to drop/handwave this, that's fine, it's completely my bad for not responding sooner.]


Sounds like it went about as well as ours did.

[AI don't really count as synthetics - but if she's met any that count in that category, Carolina isn't aware of it.]

You have no idea. But it's almost done now.

I think we all are. Can't say any of us liked what happened, let alone what we became for the most part.

[That's...different. And has Carolina's attention.

Adjusting the settings and activating the network scrambler she'd picked up in the post-christmas sales, she replies once she's sure the line is extra secure.]

What did you see?

LOL likewise, don't worry I was caught up in DA: I nonsense...

[brb_reapers]

[ The additional encryption is nice... she's so used to EDI just handling the interface with her war suite instead of having to cover her own tracks. She really missed EDI... ]

Thought that might interest you.

Maybe it's better to say what didn't I see? Though given our entrance, I doubt we got them by surprise.

Spoke to an AI unit, saw some props. Was asked to make an appointment. But it was spotless.