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ʟᴄᴅʀ Jane "ᶦ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵍᵒ" Shepard ([personal profile] squadgoals) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2017-07-01 07:00 am

THERE'S NOTHING CRAZY ABOUT ME

Who: COMMANDER SHEPARD ([personal profile] squadgoals) and YOU, DUDE
When: Early morning July 1st onwards.
Where: TAB communication + Ingress Complex Apartment #019
What: Shepard is out of her month and a half sojourn in Thisavrou's space jail"Mediation Chambers", right on time! She's being... awfully quiet.
Warnings: Mental trauma warning? Possibly a very sad blanket fort???



1. I WAKE UP JUST TO GO BACK TO SLEEP [TEXT/VOICE/VIDEO @ TAB]
[In the early morning of July 1st, just as the shit is hitting the proverbial fan Ingress-wise, Shepard's TAB stops bouncing messages back to senders with an !!!ERROR!!! code, and starts actually sending them through!

Not that there's any immediate replies. But it is the day she said she'd be out. And true to form — it looks like someone is, at least digitally, back. After some time, it might even achieve a little ✓ SEEN mark, since she has that feature turned on, apparently.

Maybe if you send more texts.]


2. EVERYBODY SAYS THAT I GOTTA GET A GRIP [ACTION @ INGRESS COMPLEX]
[Maybe you're the kind of person that isn't satisfied with just simple messages via the TAB not being answered in a timely fashion. Maybe you just really want to bang on someone's door! Well, hey! The directory says Jane Shepard lives at Apartment #019, and that's just down there! Why not knock on her door and a chat with the overly-friendly VI that organizes her apartment's intelligent systems!

It's not letting you in, though. And the technology for the apartment's security is... notably more advanced than the other blocks. Weird. Guess you'll have to wait until she lets you in.

Maybe if you knock more.]


3. BUT I LET SANITY GIVE ME THE SLIP [LOCKED TO APARTMENT ACCESS (NIHLUS, RINZLER, J)]
[It is an honor, to be replaced by you.

She can hear herself screaming before she's awake, sweat pricking from every pore, heart racing at a speed as to be physically uncomfortable. She can feel herself shaking, hands wrenching the tangled blankets off her limbs, balling them up in her fists. Half-crumpling against the bed's headboard, she fumbles mentally at practiced techniques for smoothing the stress out of her system. Closing her eyes, she focuses on her erratic breath, feeling the air hiccough out of her in frantic, frenetic little bursts — until eventually, it starts to slow, tripping only on the sudden occasional shivery inhale.

Were you there before she woke? Immediately after, summoned by the sudden sounds? Or are you pattering in now, watching her stare at the search results for SLEEPING PILLS DREAMLESS?]


#. SOME PEOPLE PAY FOR THRILLS; BUT I GET MINE FOR FREE
[Hit me up @ [plurk.com profile] nijikai or via PM if you want to hit up some CR but want something else! I'm easy like Sunday morning. :D]

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