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[John waits a little longer to visit Shepard, not because he doesn't want to talk to her and is doing this out of some sort of obligation, but because he doesn't want a crowd for this little meeting.
And also because he doesn't want to talk to her while she's still mad, and if he's figured out anything, he is almost definitely mad about what happened.
He knocks on the door frame just to be polite, but enters shortly after with blackglass in hand.]
And also because he doesn't want to talk to her while she's still mad, and if he's figured out anything, he is almost definitely mad about what happened.
He knocks on the door frame just to be polite, but enters shortly after with blackglass in hand.]
CALLING: KHEZEK, JASPER
-the hell does this work? Miss Commander Shepard? Can you hear me?
-the hell does this work? Miss Commander Shepard? Can you hear me?
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
When you've got time, I'd like to chat. In person might be best.
When you've got time, I'd like to chat. In person might be best.
Edited 2014-12-22 08:52 (UTC)
TO: branford.terra@cdc.org
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
Where are you. Are you okay??? Its getting real cold let me know where you are Ill come keep you warm.
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
Where are you. Are you okay??? Its getting real cold let me know where you are Ill come keep you warm.
FROM: morir.carla@cdc.org
TO: gibson.wesley@cdc.org
We need to investigate a method to have the vacuums tase a target.
TO: gibson.wesley@cdc.org
We need to investigate a method to have the vacuums tase a target.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
TO: varr.noh@cdc.org
Once I'm done with this shift I'll drop by again, check on you. See you, be there with you. Touch you. Anything you need.
TO: varr.noh@cdc.org
Once I'm done with this shift I'll drop by again, check on you. See you, be there with you. Touch you. Anything you need.
FROM: benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
TO: talbot.hanna@cdc.org, brink.topher@cdc.org, baku@cdc.org
As a general PSA, I call dibs on Hanna and her bed for the remainder of our snow day. Her bunk will fit more, but you're going to have to deal with us being mostly naked. Fair warning.
TO: talbot.hanna@cdc.org, brink.topher@cdc.org, baku@cdc.org
As a general PSA, I call dibs on Hanna and her bed for the remainder of our snow day. Her bunk will fit more, but you're going to have to deal with us being mostly naked. Fair warning.
FROM: vasneema.talizorah@cdc.org
I've got time to ask now - and I've scrubbed the last of the glitter off so I'm not afraid of anybody seeing me.
[Anybody = Shepard or Garrus. The rest of the ship is fine.]
FROM: vasneema.talizorah@cdc.org
I've heard you're running combat training of some kind?
I've got time to ask now - and I've scrubbed the last of the glitter off so I'm not afraid of anybody seeing me.
[Anybody = Shepard or Garrus. The rest of the ship is fine.]
FROM: vasneema.talizorah@cdc.org
I've heard you're running combat training of some kind?
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
Would you like some moose jerky.
Would you like some moose jerky.
FROM: captain.falcon@cdc.org
Question.
FROM: captain.falcon@cdc.org
If I want to help out with your boot camp, do I have to go through the boot camp.
[read: don't make me do boot camp]
Question.
FROM: captain.falcon@cdc.org
If I want to help out with your boot camp, do I have to go through the boot camp.
[read: don't make me do boot camp]
FROM: phantomhive.ciel@cdc.org
Shouyou Hinata said I had to contact you to try for training.
[Look, he is a frail, spoiled, asthma-ridden teenage boy. This is going to be laughable, but he was challenged, dammit, and he is too prideful to back down!]
Shouyou Hinata said I had to contact you to try for training.
[Look, he is a frail, spoiled, asthma-ridden teenage boy. This is going to be laughable, but he was challenged, dammit, and he is too prideful to back down!]
FROM: kaburagi.kotetsu@cdc.org
yo. kaburagi here.
status?
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
You didnt get eaten by a tree right.
[ Not even half a minute goes by before another message comes in, and then another. What, it's not like he's worried or anything. ]
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
Wait if you did Im going to be real sorry I asked that.
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
Shepard???
You didnt get eaten by a tree right.
[ Not even half a minute goes by before another message comes in, and then another. What, it's not like he's worried or anything. ]
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
Wait if you did Im going to be real sorry I asked that.
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
Shepard???
[ There is a gift left for Shepard outside of her discount tent. Five pounds of dried moose jerky, and a circlet made of twigs, vines, and red and white flowers. There’s no note left and no message on her Blackglass. It is just a Mystery. ]
FROM: parker@cdc.org
TO: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
heard grey doesn't get their storage room. if you need something, you can use my rover.
TO: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
heard grey doesn't get their storage room. if you need something, you can use my rover.
[ It is not as if it is as intentional as it was the first time, she ... fell asleep for the lack of his understanding of what it meant. Hadn't understood even if he'd been under the same.
But his feet like his hands like his mind had a certain inevitability where they led him to do in some manner what he found himself best made at. To stand in vigil, watch and watch and watch and wait. Finds himself standing there in some sort of mute surprise where she rests in sleep-that-was-not-sleep. Angry and cruel and furious with her but he can't place it where and why.
Wake up, and thinks it cruelly, wake up and it's because she's some twisted proof to the negative of some immutable fact of his existence he thought unchangeable, wake up and it's listless. Doesn't matter if she does or doesn't, she loathes him and he is nothing but empty viciousness to her because that's easier and it might be better for them both than this sick little habit.
Doesn't stop him even once.
The idleness gives way eventually. So long standing there and looking and it is as if she's only sleeping. Did Jessamine -- ?
Turns his hands quickly to something else, and he carves instead with the carefulness that comes with ribs, brittle and hard. Hers were the same, maybe, not the strength of the legs or the horns of that great creature Jasper had brought him, but precious, if only because they guard a heart and lung and the rich vibrant things. Hand snapped it to pieces so he could work on it in resting hours, and as he waits by her side, he cuts it up again to littler sections again.
No magic in it, it'd be an insult, in some ways. It's just his work and made simple. The old letters etched without meaning, in little twists and nicks till it's small in his palm and probably the same in hers. Little flecks for stars he'd felt in her lungs. Made in variation as the ones he knows, carves in the patterns of the Tusked Leviathan, the Woman Weeping, the Great Helm over and around in patterns he knows without thinking, without breathing, in endlessness he sees burned behind his eyelids.
It's finished, finally at last, and it's made in space that comes too easily as timeless. ( Time is a moveable thing in his hands, like a dance, quick-slow-quick-quick-slow ). The same way he reached for the bonecharms, the runes, unthinking and unquestioning and maybe that was why she could not look at him.
But it's wrapped up and set with the other things beside her. She'd know or she wouldn't, take it or discard, didn't matter, only that he looked at her too long as he did it. One tiny smoothed to a dull sheen from the work of his hands and set beside her, a cobbled piece of bone. ]
But his feet like his hands like his mind had a certain inevitability where they led him to do in some manner what he found himself best made at. To stand in vigil, watch and watch and watch and wait. Finds himself standing there in some sort of mute surprise where she rests in sleep-that-was-not-sleep. Angry and cruel and furious with her but he can't place it where and why.
Wake up, and thinks it cruelly, wake up and it's because she's some twisted proof to the negative of some immutable fact of his existence he thought unchangeable, wake up and it's listless. Doesn't matter if she does or doesn't, she loathes him and he is nothing but empty viciousness to her because that's easier and it might be better for them both than this sick little habit.
Doesn't stop him even once.
The idleness gives way eventually. So long standing there and looking and it is as if she's only sleeping. Did Jessamine -- ?
Turns his hands quickly to something else, and he carves instead with the carefulness that comes with ribs, brittle and hard. Hers were the same, maybe, not the strength of the legs or the horns of that great creature Jasper had brought him, but precious, if only because they guard a heart and lung and the rich vibrant things. Hand snapped it to pieces so he could work on it in resting hours, and as he waits by her side, he cuts it up again to littler sections again.
No magic in it, it'd be an insult, in some ways. It's just his work and made simple. The old letters etched without meaning, in little twists and nicks till it's small in his palm and probably the same in hers. Little flecks for stars he'd felt in her lungs. Made in variation as the ones he knows, carves in the patterns of the Tusked Leviathan, the Woman Weeping, the Great Helm over and around in patterns he knows without thinking, without breathing, in endlessness he sees burned behind his eyelids.
It's finished, finally at last, and it's made in space that comes too easily as timeless. ( Time is a moveable thing in his hands, like a dance, quick-slow-quick-quick-slow ). The same way he reached for the bonecharms, the runes, unthinking and unquestioning and maybe that was why she could not look at him.
But it's wrapped up and set with the other things beside her. She'd know or she wouldn't, take it or discard, didn't matter, only that he looked at her too long as he did it. One tiny smoothed to a dull sheen from the work of his hands and set beside her, a cobbled piece of bone. ]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
You need to get your ass out of that bed. Not like there's anything you can do right now. Or even anything I can tell you. But damn, Shepard, you pick the worst times to nap.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
The longer you sleep, the more I'm going to draw on you. As a fair warning.
You need to get your ass out of that bed. Not like there's anything you can do right now. Or even anything I can tell you. But damn, Shepard, you pick the worst times to nap.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
The longer you sleep, the more I'm going to draw on you. As a fair warning.
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