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[beautifulspaceraptor]

Who: Nihlus and Cloney, Nihlus and whoever is up at Stupid-O’Clock
When: Catch all for August!
Where: Multiple places!
What: Biotic training, experimental Turian cuisine and more!
Warnings: Nothing yet, although he might be losing his damn mind a little.



Starters below! You can hit me up at zapperkat for a starter!

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[backsassin]

[The chirp is something of a surprise given Zam’s become accustomed to most of her crewmates being humans. It’s enough for Zam not to just bolt for the door, ill-gotten cushions in hand and instead stick around long enough to identify the mysterious pillow fort-builder -- and to be identified herself.

At least he doesn’t seem angry. Zam nods at the question, pushing what cushions she’s managed to extract behind her before reaching for her MID to type a response.]

Don’t think I could convince the captains to let me drag my bed down there. [Which means filching cushions from the lounge is clearly the best alternative.]

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Iiiiiii'm going to go down there with you.

[ Nihlus sits up and flicks his omni-tool off. And then shivers now that he's exposed to the cold air again, wrapping his blanket tighter around his cowl and shoulders. ]

To make sure you don't put it near anything that might set them on fire.

[ Fires were bad enough. Fires near delicate engine parts and life-support systems were definitely not on the list of things he wanted to deal with when the engine room was the only warm room on the ship. ]

You need more cushions before we go or? I can help you carry some.

[backsassin]

[An irritated expression flickers across Zam’s face, though it’s likely hidden in the dark. The glowing words she taps into her MID aren’t, though.] I’m not stupid.

[But if Nihlus wants to accompany her, then she won’t stop him. At least it means more hands to carry cushions. She nods at his question and makes a general gesture at the pile he’s accrued. He can take however many he wants. Zam will be filling her own arms with cushions right afterwards. Which means either no conversation or only yes-no questions until they reach the engines. Being mute: it isn’t fun.]

[beautifulspaceraptor]

You could be the Primarch of Palaven and I still wouldn't let you place your bed willy nilly in the engine room.

[ It's a roomful of alien tech that they don't entirely understand and while they've managed to reverse engineer enough to know what would and wouldn't explode horribly, well. The average non-engineer crew member likely wouldn't have as good an idea.

Puffing a sigh, Nihlus grabs a few cushions as well and takes off after Zam.

He's pretty used to working with mutes these days at least. ]