Voice.

Jul. 6th, 2012 10:06 pm
outer_npcs: (The Oracle 2)
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The gauntlet's been cast. Challenger chooses the field.

They know where to make us bleed.
femshep: (action - scoped)
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[She's seeing too many new faces and missing too many old ones. Something tells her she should start from the top.]

This is Commander Shepard of the Normandy SR2.

If you know who I am, report in. I want to see who's still around.

If you don't, it might be a good time to say hello.

[But enough of the meet-and-greet.]

I need a couple of favors.

I need food and water, I need a sitrep, I need a runner who wouldn't mind spending a few hours on the ship, and-...

[One sec, she's switching to video, and aiming it at what appears to be a moderate-sized triceratops, enclosed in a rather large blue dome (no, not the same kind of dome as the one on the horizon, keep your pants on).]

I need to know what the hell this thing eats. Bonus points if you'll supply it.

[The video turns off, and there's a pause. Does she need anything else? Nothing's coming to mind, so:]

I can pay you in weapons and ammo, or we can figure out something else.

[Another pause--she's done with that. Then, as a brief afternote:]

Kaidan, Liara, are you busy?

video;

Apr. 3rd, 2012 02:38 am
fireofunknown: (avoiding the eyes)
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So I hear the- uh...ship thing is having some problems. And I dunno if my specific set of skills might be helpful, but back home on Earth I was a pretty damn decent metalworker.

Need to patch up the haul or anything and give me a holler. Though like the best things, I'm not exactly free.
Labor that is. Negotiations?


[Locks out Shepard;He rather keep her opinion of him nice!]


Which leads me to my next order of bzn-nus.


[Fox holds up a small 10ml glass vial and gives it a little shake.]

This my friends is a little thing called...benzo...dia-ze pine? Fuck it. It's a wonderful little vial with two very excellent purposes. Medical for if you get your ass injured out here and wanna dull the pain or I don't know- perform surgery maybe and recreational for when you want to forget your ass is here.

[He closes his fist and reopens each finger slowly to show the vial is now gone! And in his other hand. Little show magic.]

Anyhoo, I'm willing to give this vial to anyone who can find me a forge. An abandoned one, a homemade one, one that is barely holding it together-- I don't care. I want a forge.

Seems like a fair trade for something you probably ain't going to find much of around here.
Takers?
radars: (wounded)
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[ Locked to Erik Lensherr ]

I don't suppose I have a right to ask for this, given how I've treated you since we've both awakened.

But. Do you think we could wipe the slate clean?

[ Locked to Shepard ]

Should we speak?

[ Telepathic broadcast / significantly later ]

ooc ; If you'd like your character to feel this, assume they get slammed by it; if you would rather them not, assume that Charles' mind skipped over theirs somehow and only hit a portion of the population.

[ Early afternoon on Thursday, particularly psychically susceptible people might suddenly feel an agonizing, splitting pain down the center of their skull. Psychic overload, if any of them have experienced it before, drowning in a stream of information too much for one person to handle.

Brief impressions: the ship, no, the other ship, go back for them, four more, woke them up, the first, the first.

The contact cuts off as abruptly as it was made. ]
fireofunknown: (yeah okay then)
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[A man stands out in the open rainstorm, blond hair matted to his forehead as his head leans back to let the drops hit down on his face.

There would be normally nothing unusual about this...except for the clouds of steam rolling off from his body and a faintly audible hiss.
]

Nice weather we're having.

[He looks down, puts a cigarette into his mouth and exhales. The tip burns bright, then dims and smokes. He covers his free hand over it to avoid the rain.]

So now that the ice is broken-- [He takes a drag and exhales out his nose.]

Someone wanna give me directions to the information desk? I seemed to have lost my tourist information on random-ass-padded-wall-worthy-oh-my-fucking-god-is-that-a-space-ship land.
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