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outer_divide2014-04-06 08:39 pm
ghostly_stutter) wrote in outer_divide2014-04-06 08:39 pm
Audio/Action | The ship | Monday before the riots
[Currently a petite strawberry-blonde teen is clutching the pendant hanging from a ribbon around her neck as she scuttles between hiding places in the ship and stares with wide-eyed curiosity mixed with finite fear at the names located on the other pods located all around her. Yes, she is looking for specific names and is both dreading and hoping she might come across one she recognizes. There are thousands of pods here, however, and the fingers of her other hand begins to clutch more firmly at the small device she found with her clothing where she had first awoken. After a short hesitation, Chloe presses a button and brings the device to her lips.]
H-hello?
[A hesitating pause, then Chloe seems to find her courage--and outrage.]
Wh-whoever is in charge here, I really don't appreciate being left in the dark. Where am I, and why am I here? Wh-where is my Aunt Lauren, Derek, and the others? Haven't you done enough? Just l-leave us alone!
[If she was thinking clearly, she would realize the Edison Group never would have left Chloe her Swiss Army knife or can of mace... But she was kind of freaking out after waking up naked and without her pendant around her neck.]
Or else.
[Those two words sounded almost like a growl--something Chloe may have loosely picked up from her werewolf boyfriend. Despite the threat, her panicked mind silently taunted her: 'Or else what, Chloe?']
H-hello?
[A hesitating pause, then Chloe seems to find her courage--and outrage.]
Wh-whoever is in charge here, I really don't appreciate being left in the dark. Where am I, and why am I here? Wh-where is my Aunt Lauren, Derek, and the others? Haven't you done enough? Just l-leave us alone!
[If she was thinking clearly, she would realize the Edison Group never would have left Chloe her Swiss Army knife or can of mace... But she was kind of freaking out after waking up naked and without her pendant around her neck.]
Or else.
[Those two words sounded almost like a growl--something Chloe may have loosely picked up from her werewolf boyfriend. Despite the threat, her panicked mind silently taunted her: 'Or else what, Chloe?']
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N-no. No, they usually don't.
[Forcing herself to shake off those images, Chloe turns back to Garrus and flashes a depreciating smile his way.]
Sorry. I guess I forgot who I was talking to for a moment. It's kind of funny, though. You don't seem at all perturbed by them.
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We don't have squirrels on Palaven, and the human worlds I've visited haven't had any.
[Except, presumably, Earth, but he'd been far too busy trying to stay alive to notice, and telling her of her planet's fate in his time would be counterproductive.]
As local wildlife goes, I've seen much stranger.
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[Chloe's curiously amused look turns into one of wary humor.]
I think I should be glad I haven't seen stranger, then. But now I'm curious. Just how strange was it?
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[He shakes his head slightly.]
I've heard that a number of the animals here are ones that have gone extinct on Earth.
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[Chloe does not want to be accidentally raising anything that sounded like that.]
O-oh, no.
[That didn't bode well for anyone.]
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[Though his tone remains a little amused, he isn't entirely joking.
No one needs to know about Thresher Maws. The universe is better off that way.]
You get used to it. Every planet has its own ecosystem.
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[It's not her fault if she sounds less than amused, her tone rather faint.]
I suppose they must. I'll bet there are a lot of scientists out there who would love to study different planets' ecosystems.
[Time to turn talk away from monsters that go bump in the night. Or in the morning. Or at midday.]
What are the people like where you're from? Have you met many humans?
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[The thought of that clearly baffles Garrus - apparently, krogan, whatever krogan are, are not typically the poetic sort.]
I've served on a human ship. I probably met more humans on the Citadel, but on the Normandy, we had proximity. And time to talk. You learn a lot when you're cooped up on a run between systems.
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[She gets the feeling that she's missing something, here.]
I can understand that. You learn a lot... c-cooped up with others in general.
[Like a group home of troubled teens who all happened to be supernaturals.]
You must miss them.
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[He laughs, a sound that, though still rusty and dual-toned, is surprisingly close to human.]
And not as much as you'd think. Some of them are here. The rest are...the galaxy's better off with them where they are.
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[With that descriptive piece of imagery, she laughs with him and enjoys the sound of his own laugh in turn.]
If you say so, then I'll believe it. Sounds like you all see a lot of action, where you're from. I--I'm sorry you're all apart.
[Subtext: she's sorry he's here, possibly just as lost as confused as she was, if he wanted to be out there with them.]
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There might be one still in cryo - I've heard a few theories on the likelihood of multiple people from related dimensions being caught in the same net - but I haven't seen any yet.
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What is that? Some kind of computer interface? [She points to his arm, and the glowing lines and symbols surrounding it. It's takes her a moment to pull her eyes away from his forearm and onto the image procured.]
So that's a Krogen. Something tells me he isn't the poetry type. [There is humor to her voice.]
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It's an omni-tool. Portable computer and fabrication unit, with a hard-light interface for field work. Most spacers and military personnel have them - even if you're not a tech, being able to pull the schematics for a ship if you have to make a run for the nearest escape pod is invaluable. And no, that's not a poetic krogan...unless you think assault rifles are poetic.