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Thisavrou Head Mods ([personal profile] savmods) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2017-05-06 05:15 am

may mod plot log

Who: Everyone
When: May 7 to May 31th
Where: Thisavrou + New Worlds
Warnings: none in the description; please label your headers where appropriate!


thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

All information is current as of day 27 (May 7). There are 100 days in a cycle, and the current cycle started on April 11.

Storm Update: On day 29 (May 9), the typical structure of the storm surrounding Thisavrou seems to shift visually with the clouds and intermittent flashes of lightning forming new patterns. At the same time, Ingress technicians detect a strange energy signature emanating from the facility at low levels, almost like a leak. There is no obvious effect at first, but by the end of the day, that energy begins to flow across Kauto and Chioni with curious results.

Residents of the planet will soon discover that they have acquired strange superhuman (or superbeing, for those who aren't human) powers. Those who are particularly social or who have been around for a long time may realize that these powers resemble abilities wielded by those who have come through the Ingress in the past, or even those who have never set foot on Thisavrou but are from the same world as someone who has.

Effects of the odd energy vary – people may discover they can read minds, cast magical spells, or have become invulnerable. These powers may also replace ones they already have. The level of control is just as unpredictable—someone may be a natural with their new abilities, or be in great need of a tutor!

By day 33 (May 13 OOC), the effect has faded, and the technicians soon decide to restrict the days that the Ingress is active going forward.

[[For more information, check out this OOC post!]]

While Kauto has always been known for its temperate climate, the slow changes have accelerated as the onslaught of the storm around Thisavrou shifts. A noticeable drop in temperature from the norm finds the planet settling at an alarming 54° F / 12° C during the day. And at night, temperatures fluctuate between this and 40° F / 4° C. All residents who tend crops will discover that some plants and other vegetation have withered without the warmer temperatures. An evacuation of all scientists and researchers on Chioni will be announced within the month due to its incredibly unstable surface temperature of -60° F / -51 C during the day and -150° F / -101° C at night. Access to some of the furthest burgs have been restricted until further notice because of this.

Savrii Notices:

  • As recently made public in Deputy TOD’s broadcast, a foreign presence has infiltrated Thisavrou using the bodies of its recent travelers. Presumed both intelligent and hostile, the contaminant has prompted a rapid response from the Savrii. Testing and Decontamination Centers have been established on Kauto and Chioni, and all persons who have traveled off-world in the last two cycles are called to present themselves for examination.

    The basic procedure will last about six hours: medical tests, technical analysis, and a high-powered chemical wash designed to “make any stowaways run screaming”. All of this in addition to prolonged questioning as to their recent points of contact both on Thisavrou and outside. Parties who demonstrate cause for concern (including, of course, acknowledged contact with the contaminant) will be flagged in the Savrii’s database and required to return for twice-weekly visits to continue the procedures. Other than the phantom emptiness described previously, characters will feel no side effects of their exposure at this time. They may, however, find casual passerby avoiding them after a visit. Medical secrecy only goes so far against fear of plague, and that chemical wash also stains most creatures a cheery yellow-green.

  • Whatever its effect on your life personally, the social effects of the incursion are difficult to miss. Whispers and fear turn to paranoia and full-blown fights, and Thisavrou's population centers are packed with heated debates about safety versus exploration-- or sometimes, versus the explorers themselves. A small black-market trade in preventative medicine (real or otherwise) has sprung up, and rumors claim that the full list of infected persons can be bought too: by those who have the right connections and a lot of cash to pay.

    Combating this upswing of violence and disorder? Thisavrou's intermediaries. Combination police force and negotiators, the intermediaries have always been crucial to the rule of law on Thisavrou. Recent events, however, have seen them advertising their presence more: some wearing a strip of silver cloth to mark their status and availability to help. If approached by one, characters will experience a supernatural sense of calm. They will find their concerns met with sympathy and understanding... but somehow also the exact right words to talk all parties down. Whether that means persuading your neighbor to leave you out of his conspiracy theories or explaining why you need to report in for testing... well, that depends on you.

  • Following the opening of travel to the planet Deslora, an unscrupulous individual smuggled back clownbee larvae. In the weeks since, the clownbees have become a mildly invasive species in certain areas of Region 3. Victims of clownbee stings report an irresistible urge to smear garish makeup across their faces and the need to consume as much sugar as possible. Citizens are cautioned to listen for telltale sounds of buzzing and honking, and be wary.

  • An organization that purchased samples from the planet Aueia several months ago is opening an exhibit at a museum in Region 1. Those who participated in gathering objects from the planet, as well as any who care to attend, are invited to attend a small opening reception for the exhibit, where they will be presented with a small gift from an ardent lover of that world's wildlife: a small whale carving made of stone with mild psychic properties. When touched with bare hands, the holder will receive a mental picture of someone who means a great deal to them, with perfect clarity, as if they saw them just a moment ago.

  • Mission notices have been posted to TABs for anyone interested in earning a little extra cash. Available missions are listed below:

  • Day 28 (May 8th) - While recent events have been difficult, the Department of Ingress Contingency Coordination is impressed by the rapid response of all Savrii in coming together to ensure public safety. A few holdouts, however, are rumored to be hiding their conditions-- and thereby putting not only themselves, but the entire population at risk. The department will therefore offer a reward of 100 sencs to citizens willing to report these cases, with an additional 200 senc bonus if the persons involved have been directly exposed to the contaminants. As Deputy TOD puts it, "you're only SAVING EVERYONE'S LIVES".

  • Day 36 (May 16th) - EN-Line systems throughout Thisavrou have begun to suffer a strange outbreak of mechanical failures that are leaving commuters by the wayside. Rumor claims some of Chioni's insectoid residents might be to blame. The Savrii will pay 50 sencs to anyone capable of confirming the problem, and 300 to anyone who solves it.

  • ingress travel info

    Signatures are the base reason for traveling through the Ingress (aside from general exploration and monetary gain) and are used to discover the correct world visitors on Thisavrou wish to return to. Every visit through a different Ingress brings the technicians a little closer to finding it.

    Missions are jobs or specific tasks listed on the TAB once new worlds are open for exploration. Be sure to check if Clearance Levels are required to accept some of these missions.

    Clearance Levels are given to visitors for the length of time they have been on Thisavrou (or traveling on the Moira). Each CL offers access to certain things or incentives that others will not have. As of this month, security will be in place outside the Ingress to ensure no clearance violations occur.

    The Ingress powers Thisavrou in every way: economically, socially, and as a literal source of light and heat. However, between the biohazard incident and the recent escalation of the storms, the hazards of free travel can no longer be ignored. As a result, on May 10, the Ingress will be sealed against intrusion.

    While sealed, Ingress travel must be directly controlled by the technicians. Instead of directing the open channel of the Ingress, technicians will be opening access to specific worlds, and closing it immediately after. As a result, traveling parties will have certain timeframes to leave and to return. Missing your schedule can result in being stranded offworld until the next travel period comes. Additionally, no new arrivals will be able to appear while Thisavrou's Ingress remains sealed. ((For OOC ramifications, check out the new app schedule!))

    * Due to the closure and a recent push for regulation, no new worlds will be opened for exploration at this time. However, travel to established worlds will still be permitted, especially by individuals who have made contact there before. This opens up the opportunity for...


    Revisiting Old Haunts

    Although the visit to Escoria was brief, wet, and unpleasant for most, others found new inspiration-- or old ties. A group of Region Four's Gorgóna have spent the last month researching their long and complicated family history and believe they have traced their ancestors directly to a clan of Escoria's more aggressive waterfolk. The Gorgóna are willing to pay 100 sencs to every individual who will assist in escorting them to their lost kin-- and making sure all parties survive the reunion long enough to celebrate. As their last encounter with the Savrii was strictly hostile, this is both a security mission and an opportunity for diplomacy-- and consequently, all travel groups require one member of Clearance Level 2 or higher to come with.

    As many concerns have been brought up about the risks of their own Ingress travel, the Savrii are united in one certainty: that manipulation of the Ingress by other parties poses a far greater risk. A colony buried in the ruins of Thiri has been discovered engaging in their own in-depth studies on the use of Ingress energy. The Savrii consider this behavior to be a threat to the stability of all universes, and as with the Midway Hub, intervention is required at any cost.

    A team is being sent to destroy all research data and technology onsite, along with anyone who interferes. As the colony's population is expected to interfere in its entirety, full combat gear will be provided to all volunteers. The mission will be supervised by high-clearance Savrii, and pay 250 sencs to each volunteer. All volunteers must be of at least Clearance Level 3, or personally vouched for by someone who is.

    A year ago (by their local calendar), one of Thisavrou's established trade partners was approached by a pirate ship, one that had stolen from their world before. When the ruse was discovered, they attempted to force out the invaders, and in doing so, suffered a tragedy beyond proportion: the loss of an entire world.

    Caducus Primary is no more. The mission announcement also notes that their sister planet, Caducus Secondary, also suffered massive losses in their efforts to force reparations from the murderers. On Day 35 of the current cycle (May 25th), a gathering is being held in the field of shattered glass where Caducus Primary was, to piece together a monument to the fallen. Thisavrou has pledged to send a delegation to assist. The pay will be minimal (30 sencs, to cover a missed workday), but this mission is open to all clearance levels.

    [[ooc: For questions, comments, or additional information, check out the OOC post here.]]

    squadgoals: (this is not what i meant by squad goals)

    COMMANDER SHEPARD ★ MASS EFFECT ★ ota!

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-14 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
    1. I KNOW A SHORTCUT (MAY 9-13)
    [It happens just as Shepard's finishing up at the office, locking up each supply cabinet and filing away any loose documents. It's monotonous, but the repetitive task of checking everything is soothing — or it normally is. Suddenly, as if it was always there, a sharp tang of energy is in the air, humming with potential danger.

    There's a sharp sting of pain as it passes through her biotic nodes — and just as suddenly, disappears. But the pressure of the energy in the air is no different. Instead, it feels... more. Almost like she could reach out, and--

    --suddenly pop into existence in the meter of airspace directly above you. But gravity's still the name of the game, and it's dropping the entirety of Commander Shepard directly on to your personage.

    sorry bout it, pal]


    2. BONES TO PICK (MAY 9-13)
    [The popping here and there is one thing — unlike the swapping Moira doorways, it almost feels... controllable, at times, but just out of reach. It's frustrating — and worse still, the more it ires, the more ridiculous shit starts happening.

    Bones, for instance. Pure white, stereotypically bone-shaped bones. Long, short, in groups or individually, they have a habit of cropping up, and flinging themselves at the nearest person or object.

    Luckily, they don't seem to do a lot of damage individually, just bouncing off passers-by, rattling inanimate belongs. But in large groups...

    Apologizing profusely, you find Shepard paying off a fuming shop attendant for the destruction of an entire sweets display with one hand, the other grasping a handful of insistent bones.]


    3. THE OFFICE (MAY 13~)
    [Biotics restored, Ingress energy diffused, it's back to business as usual — literally. Normandy Securities is up and running, sending off squads and solos on missions left and right, depending on abilities and clearance levels. But with busy missions comes... paperwork. Digital though it may be, it still needed filing. Garbage administrative bullshit.

    And without a secretary, she was still stuck manning the front desk during client business hours — and things were... slow.

    Crafting a "help wanted" ad on one screen, scrolling through mission posts on another, she's rapidly decimating the front desk free candy dish, both with consumption, and performing delicate trick shots.

    At your approach, she casually pretends like she wasn't aiming for a cup some meters away, and pops the mint in her mouth, nodding in sage acknowledgement.]


    4. BUGS IN THE SYSTEM (May 18th~)
    [After six consecutive EN-Line breakdowns in one day, Shepard had had enough. After a lengthy discussion with some station attendants, one Line captain, and some careful research and investigation, Shepard is riding an EN-Line train outbound to a lesser-used branch, expression determined. Accompanying her is... a mysterious technological-looking device, wrapped in plastic.

    Are you on the train, mystified by this determined, body-armored woman with a gun going somewhere? Or were you recruited to help her take on her hunch?]


    5. BONUS DLC: HEALTHY COMPETITION
    [There's plenty of gaming arcades scattered throughout Kauto, in each of the regions. Some big, some small, and all of them garishly lit with various games. Some physical, some mental, and some...

    Driving. Maybe you recognize the wild, red-headed woman at the steering wheel of the game, maybe you're just drawn in by the play unfolding. Her style is certainly... well, "erratic" would be putting it nicely.

    But somehow, she's winning. The game's format seems to be a different kind of race — delivery of customers to their desired locations, rather than a distant finish line. And through some miracle of insane driving abilities, ramping off things that should definitely not be ramped off, she's beating record after record in "INSANITY CABS".

    Do you comment on her performance? Or sit down at the identical booth next to her, and challenge her to a chauffeur-off?]


    6. IN-APP PURCHASE DLC: BEE DEATH 2: BEE HARDER
    [Having previously had considerable experience with the terrible Clownbees of Deslora, Normandy Securities' contact line is smashed with calls from Kauto Region 3 residents, begging someone, anyone to come out and destroy the hives of awful creatures. They're aggressive, outright dangerous, and prone to destroying actual beehives, which is easy, considering one Clownbee is the size of a full-grown human.

    So, here's Shepard, out in R3, taking this one personally. Are you assisting? Or are you the person who called for pest removal? Whatever the case may be(e), the exterminators are on the job.]


    [Hit me up at [plurk.com profile] nijikai if you want anything special!]
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    gh0stamidstthec0mbat: (B00mstick)

    6 to bee or not to bee

    [personal profile] gh0stamidstthec0mbat 2017-05-14 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    [So seeing as Zer0 kind of lives in R3, the invasion of the killer clownbees was pretty hard to miss. He's found himself a nice perch high up in a tree, and by the time Shep rolls in, there's already a good number of clownbee corpses littering the ground in a few places. Many with their heads blown clean off.

    He's a little preoccupied with sniping, but once he spots Shepard he takes a second to send her a quick message:]


    :3

    [-before blasting the face off a clownbee that was attempting to hover up all sneaky like behind her. Sorry if she gets splattered in bee guts.

    but not really.]
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    squadgoals: (that's not how mass effect fields WORK)

    ABC: Always Bee Cilling bees

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-15 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
    [The exterminations were getting busy. She wasn't anywhere near reaching Nathan Drake levels of bee terror, but the honks were starting to echo in her nightmares.

    At first conservative, she's long since stopped caring about the number of bullets she's spent on these stupid things — annoying as the insects were, these jobs were paying dividends. And frankly, the sooner they were dead, the better.

    When Zer0's message pings into her TAB, she's already unholstering a shotgun with the kind of gauge that could probably take down an elephant. But before she can so much as consider looking at it, she's splattered generously with beeblood, head to toe.

    God.

    It was Deslora all over again. There would be alcohol after this, or there would be hell to pay.

    Flipping open her tab, she follows the line of sight to Zer0's sniper perch, waves once, and hits send — before unloading a spray of shotgun shrapnel on a likely-looking swarm.]


    Nice shot.
    gh0stamidstthec0mbat: (yeah i'unn0)

    [personal profile] gh0stamidstthec0mbat 2017-05-15 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
    ["Nice shot" nothing that was a fantastic shot, a work of friggen art ok.

    The bee gut splatter was a little gross, though. Zer0 texts a quick
    "Sorry about the mess" before resuming his sniping, focusing on covering Shepard while she shotguns clownbees in the face. It seems to be working out pretty well, for now at least.]
    squadgoals: (I was dead for 2 years how do I use this)

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-21 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
    [The message pings, and she glances down at it, grimly shaking her head. No problem. It was practically part and parcel as to what made these things so nasty in the first place.

    Reloading, she casually cuts through a swath of bees with the same ease and low-key irritation normal people employed when choosing between two brands of budget yogurt. It wasn't that they were hard to kill. It was just that they were a virulent, terrible species of pain-causing hellcreatures that never should have come here in the first place.

    But another swarm is on its way, clearly unperturbed by the mass bee death being wrought by two singular humanoids. There's a pulse of ozone, and a spreading shockwave of exploding blue energy slams into the oncoming horde, easily cutting a clean path through.

    Anything left is getting shot to shit with ease. Too much ease, actually. Tucking the gun under her arm, she flips the TAB back open, thumbing out a message to Zer0.]


    Have you been keeping count? I'm invoicing by the bee.

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    gainedlove: (* Ignore)

    2 many bones

    [personal profile] gainedlove 2017-05-15 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [Shepard probably won't notice Frisk until they've already taken hold of the bundle of bones, small hands wrapping around them and pulling them back with an almost disturbing ease. When she looks down, the child is very clearly affected by something similar to her--their hair and skin have turned incredibly pale, and for once their eyes are open and easily seen--and a bright red.]

    [Perhaps she remembers a similar looking individual back on the Moira, who had reduced the Reaper spire to nothing with barely even a thought?]

    [Frisk looks up at Shepard with a small smile, which somehow looks odd on their face.] Do you need help?
    squadgoals: (did I feed those stupid fish)

    baby you got a stew goin

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-15 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
    [The pull is gentle, at first — an unassuming tug that could just as easily be mistaken for the bones getting wily. If. That was indeed a thing that bones did.

    But within the moment, it's more insistent — and then suddenly, they're gone, held firmly by the hands of--

    Frisk, but with the makeover from hell.

    There was something distinctly off about that smile — something in the sincerity. Or the way it didn't quite seem to reach their eyes. There's a half-beat before she finally does respond, expression right on the border of embarrassment.]


    I wouldn't say no.
    gainedlove: (* Meditate)

    [personal profile] gainedlove 2017-05-31 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [Frisk nods, once, and looks down at the bones in their hands before the whole lot is broken apart into nothing, motes scattering before the magic dissipates entirely. Then they reach for Shepard's hand, only giving a quick warning before their next trick.]

    Stay calm.

    [And then Shepard is lifted up off the ground, Frisk rising into the air with her as they take them both to a more secluded location.]
    inconsequence: (❤ the entire arsenal)

    2 ofc

    [personal profile] inconsequence 2017-05-15 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
    [It's fortunate that Chara's reflexes are sharpened to such a point, because ducking an outflung flurry of ulnas is not, in their experience, a preferred pastime of theirs. Immediately, the Knife is in their hand as they straighten, eyes sweeping the surrounding crowds for any sign of a squat shape with a bleached skull and an insufferable grin - their judgment, long-awaited and long-delayed, arriving at their feet at last.

    Instead, there's merely their employer, looking, to her credit, apologetic.

    Chara's eyes narrow as they shift their weight, eyeing her warily.]


    I did not take you to have an affinity for bones.
    squadgoals: (oh my god ashley look at her butt)

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-15 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
    It's a BONEfide situation.

    [Intended answer: "I don't." But the pun had just burst forth, unbidden, and perfectly inappropriate for the tension, considering the knife in hand, and the already-irate shopkeeper grousing beside her, sweeping up bits of ruined candy. Expression wry, she shakes her head, moving away from the counter, towards Chara.]

    I'm sorry about that, things are a little... [What?] weird, right now.

    [To put it mildly. Before she can say another word, as if on cue, three long bones zip out of nowhere, flinging themselves almost merrily at Chara from multiple directions. Mouth dropping open, she yells a warning, still struggling to contain her own stupid collection of tiny wiggling tibias.]

    Look out!
    inconsequence: (❤ and gaze at my shoes)

    [personal profile] inconsequence 2017-05-15 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Oh. Excellent. So she's reduced to cracking tired jokes about ossein as well. The entire situation is glaringly familiar, and they'd be a fool not to see it for what it is.

    Some kind of cosmic mix-up, maybe? Irony, sinking its claws into them once more? Who can say?

    And what does it matter, truly?

    At least they've had ample practice, in times gone by. They may be rusty, to an extent, but muscle memory saves them from anything worse than the clip across one shoulder, the pink sap of KR burning along the ridge of their HP. The child grimaces, but crying out is pointless.

    That certainly confirms what they've suspected.]


    Is it safe to venture that you are Sans any control of this, just now?
    squadgoals: (more like mass ERECT am I RIGHT)

    1/2

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-21 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
    You bet — but I'd say I'm a regular font of new skills.
    squadgoals: (that's not how mass effect fields WORK)

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-21 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
    Yes. I mean no. I don't know what's going on.

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    beautifulspaceraptor: (Saren?)

    1 - WHOOPS

    [personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2017-05-17 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Having dragged himself home after being transported across several universes and dropping several stories, Nihlus had just finished making himself some tea.

    He'd settled on the couch and doesn't drink it. Mostly, he'd just been staring at the opposite wall, teacup clattering against platter as his hand shakes. The glowing gem in his forehead glimmers quietly.

    Then he hears an ominous 'POP' from somewhere above him.

    The cup goes flying.

    Nihlus yelps, instinctively grabbing for Shepard as she crashed into his lap to stop her from rolling to the floor.

    There's tea everywhere. ]
    squadgoals: (i salute you fellow scrubs)

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-17 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
    [Suddenly, she's falling. There's a splash of scalding liquid, and she's yelling, attempting to throw off the claws trying to grab her — but her biotics aren't working, she can't seem to grasp, can't seem to throw, nothing's working--

    --until she recognizes the claws. And the ceiling. And sighs, going still, head hanging off her partner's lap. For seemingly comedic effect, several pyramids of bones rattle away, bounce off a wall, and disappear around a corner.

    There's a long sigh, and she slowly pushes a shock of tea-soaked hair out of her eyes.]


    Nihlus.

    Hi.
    beautifulspaceraptor: (crossed arms)

    [personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2017-05-17 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
    Hello. [ His voice is small and quavering, the sound of someone who was recovering from a borderline heart attack. ] I love you. So much.

    [ For a good few seconds, he doesn't move, just holding Shepard while his nerves settle, watching the bones bounce off of his walls. Why are there bones bouncing off his wall? Why did Shepard just teleport out of thin air? What the hell is happening?

    And... she feels lighter than he remembers?

    Light as a mote of dust.

    Everything smells like tea.

    Eventually he manages to crack his eyes open and look down at her, making a face at the tea-drenched woman draped over his lap. He uses his newfound strength, to gently gather her up and slides off the couch, heading towards the bathroom. ]


    Is there some kind of celebration I'm missing today? [ Nihlus asks quietly. ] Weird, random power giving sort?

    [ After the species swap, he's not really putting it out of the realm of possibilities. ]
    squadgoals: (wow more work thank you so much)

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-17 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
    [She laughs suddenly, a breathy, surprised sound, and takes another chuckling breath, smile still in her voice.] I love you, too.

    [Was that it? Was it that easy? Just a casual, wacky confession? Boy, had her relationships in the last few years been varied.

    But it didn't feel wrong. It felt... good. Different, but good. When he picks her up, Shepard doesn't resist, leaning against the convex curve of his chest, musing on her feelings, turning them over in her head. They felt... warm. Solid. Safe. Like a hot, dry room when it's storming outside. Shifting, she glances up, shrugging imperceptibly.]


    If there is, I didn't get the e-mail.

    [Was it random? It seemed to be, evidence available thusfar. As if suddenly becoming aware of her position, she narrows her eyes, an effect somewhat lessened by her drowned-in-tea appearance.]

    By the way, tell anyone I've let you princess carry me as many times as you have, and I'll end you.

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    indoctrinated: (we've come to intervene)

    1!

    [personal profile] indoctrinated 2017-05-18 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ This is what Saren was reduced to.

    Household domestics.

    Saren remained stationed on the edge of a small stove in Nihlus' kitchen with purpose, grimly handling a pan with Turian meat over it. Saren insisted that he handle prepping any of the food. The least he could for Nihlus' generosity. But really, he remembered the last time Nihlus tried to cook...and he was not about to risk his health further just to find out if the younger Turian improved or not during his time here.

    So he has his hand on the handle of the frying pan, when suddenly, something materializes above him and sends him straight into the floor. And the food...whirling into the ceiling. ]


    Shepard?

    [ Saren practically snarls her name when he recognizes the figure on top of him. ]

    Did you miss me that much?

    [ He lets out an old Palaven swear under his breath, and...laments the loss of the food. ]

    If you wanted to join us for dinner, the front door would've been more advisable.

    [ Then...whatever this was. ]
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    squadgoals: (this is not what i meant by squad goals)

    i hate this

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-20 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
    [The shortcutting was getting to be second nature now — and nearly half the time she's got control of it.

    The other half... was a complete shitshoot.

    Monster magic, as it turned out, generally wasn't second nature to anyone, monsters included. But even with shoddy controls, as soon as she IDs her accidental drop-in this time, she blinks out of existence with a similar expression to someone who's just sipped something rotten.

    Not that she goes terribly far. There's a split second, and she re-appears, just as wholly, standing a few feet away, arms crossed.

    There's also, suddenly, a lot more bones around. Jittery little lines of ulnae are rocketing along the floor, looking kind of... threatening? It doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense.

    There's a pause, nigh dramatic, as she mentally wrestles with what was, perhaps, the very worst part of this "gift" — then finally, shrugs.]


    Sorry for dropping in on you so suddenly.

    [Another day, another pun at an inopportune moment.]
    indoctrinated: (and what you seem to value most)

    I hate u

    [personal profile] indoctrinated 2017-05-20 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Saren picks himself up off of the ground with about as much dignity as he could muster. He slammed the pan on to a counter, turned the stove off now that the food was literally out of his hands. The meat, Saren saw, was just...stuck up on the ceiling. What a waste. ]

    You've ruined it.

    [ Is that an actual whine, coming from Saren Arterius, Turian Spectre? It just might be.

    He turned his head to glare to where Shepard reappeared with a growl, mandibles clicking against his face. Though he looks a little wary about the bones. What the hell, Shepard. ]


    More of that power swapping nonsense.

    [ With his height, Saren's able to get the food down with a spatula easily enough, and he tosses it in the trash.

    Immediately rummages through the kitchen for suitable food and ingrediants to replace the dish with. ]
    squadgoals: (more like mass ERECT am I RIGHT)

    M U T U A L

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-21 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    [From the safer distance, she watches (unhelpfully) as Saren comedically pries dinner off the ceiling. By all accounts, the whole thing is hilarious. This is her second time zipping in to Nihlus' unannounced, but somehow, it's proving just as interesting, despite the company.

    And maybe letting the punny bone loose on Saren was just what the doctor ordered with all the tension, lately. Somewhere, Sans was surely smiling.

    Not that he had a choice in the matter, but he'd appreciate it.]


    Hey, without tasting it, who knows? Might've been an improvement.

    [Power swapping nonsense? Oh, good. Leaning on the counter, she smiles — a lazy, innocent look.]

    You saying you didn't get picked for any of 'em? Left out again. Yikes.

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    lavelly: (micromanage)

    TMW YOU RESPOND TO THIS BUT ACCIDENTALLY POST IT AS ITS OWN COMMENT AND DON'T NOTICE FOR LIKE A WEEK

    [personal profile] lavelly 2017-05-20 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
    [Lavellan may only be part-time, but he's in the office frequently enough that he's come to know Shepard's tells. Meaning: he knows what you were up to, Shep, but he's polite enough not to say anything.

    Well, anything directly, at least; instead he'll settle against the doorframe with feigned innocence.]


    Hard at work, I see, Commander.
    squadgoals: (oh my god ashley look at her butt)

    when life mimics art

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-20 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
    [She favors Lavellan with a long stare, and swallows the mint in one go. Not slowly sucking on it over time, not crunching it — the third, and most hateful kind of candy consumer.]

    Always.

    What do you need, Lavellan?
    lavelly: (my own privy)

    [personal profile] lavelly 2017-05-21 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
    [Lavellan can hardly judge the way Shepard eats candy. Mints in that form were pretty much unheard of in Thedas. He pops one in his mouth too, because it's a novelty, and also he's in the mood to be annoying.]

    I find myself short on things to do these days, and was wondering if you had anything extra you needed handled. I've heard you're looking for an assistant?

    [What's the fabric his shirt is made of, Shepard? That's right: assistant material.]
    squadgoals: (smells like VANCOUVER BURNING)

    [personal profile] squadgoals 2017-05-21 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
    [There's another long look, as if sizing him up.

    Finally, she seems to make a decision, and folds her hands on the desk]


    A certain level of technical savvy is required.

    [A lot. And it's going up. Right now.]

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