[There is no introduction to this video, and certainly no happy face -- the feed clicks on to a first-person-perspective of Tali (for her arm flashes into the feed now and again) running toward Ghost, large beam of wood in hand. It's obvious from the way the camera trembles and the way her breathing is audible that she is not doing well[Ghost isn't ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on to Tali wearing ... what appears to be a very fluffy purple housecoat. Her nose is red and there is a pile of kleenex littered around her.]

You know, it would just figure that I'd survive the apocalypse only to be struck down by a cold.

[Since she knows how that could sound to anyone who's -- aware of quarian physiology, she ( Read more... )

[Things with Garrus and Ghost are still -- tense, at best. That would be why their messages are separately encrypted. Her communicator number is masked, as is usual of her public posts. Maybe hanging around with Ghost is making her paranoid.]

I hope that with the oncoming threat, everyone is going to put aside any silly grudges to make sure that ( Read more... )

[The past few days have not been going well for Tali. GLaDOS' arrival has been deeply unsettling for her, and it's made her start thinking about how messy things can get when AI are involved - both physically and emotionally. It means she hasn't been sleeping as well as she wants to be. It also means that when she sends out her text today, she ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on and a few moments later, Tali's face pops up into view. She clears her throat before she starts talking, glancing down now and again at the screen of her omni-tool. The discerning eye will note that the tiny screen is covered with text.]Hello. Now that I've settled in, I think it's important that I give myself a little direction ( Read more... )

[Admittedly, the first part of her arrival does not go smoothly. It takes her more than ten minutes to leave the glowing platform, to look down at her hands and realize that they are hers. Her skin is so smooth and even; her fingers, five instead of three, feel stubby - too short. When she finally calms down enough to leave the oddly comforting ( Read more... )