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WHO: flotillaborn & dontknowgray
WHERE: Garrus' MAC apartment
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WARNINGS: Nada. Likely none.
SUMMARY: Tali visits a squadmate.
FORMAT: Prose to start.
Tali had been considering the network post for some time now. She'd immediately wanted to go to the ball -- so many people all in one room was too tempting to pass up even if she knew most of them were probably going to be human. The problem had been convincing someone to go with her. The couples tickets were cheapest, and she hadn't exactly built up a large nest-egg to pay for a single one in good conscience. Of course she'd need to bring someone that she knew well and trusted -- and that significantly reduced the number of options that she had. Mordin didn't seem like the sort to easily fit into a social setting.
Garrus was really the only turian for the job. He was, at least, someone who was probably going to be as awkward as she felt she was going to be. She lifted her hand to knock on the door of his apartment, worrying her lip. For the sake of Garrus' comfort, she'd let herself melt back into her quarian form -- it was still strangely comforting, and she doubted she'd ever be able to stand making a permanent switch.
If he was doing some sort of calibrations...
WHERE: Garrus' MAC apartment
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WARNINGS: Nada. Likely none.
SUMMARY: Tali visits a squadmate.
FORMAT: Prose to start.
Tali had been considering the network post for some time now. She'd immediately wanted to go to the ball -- so many people all in one room was too tempting to pass up even if she knew most of them were probably going to be human. The problem had been convincing someone to go with her. The couples tickets were cheapest, and she hadn't exactly built up a large nest-egg to pay for a single one in good conscience. Of course she'd need to bring someone that she knew well and trusted -- and that significantly reduced the number of options that she had. Mordin didn't seem like the sort to easily fit into a social setting.
Garrus was really the only turian for the job. He was, at least, someone who was probably going to be as awkward as she felt she was going to be. She lifted her hand to knock on the door of his apartment, worrying her lip. For the sake of Garrus' comfort, she'd let herself melt back into her quarian form -- it was still strangely comforting, and she doubted she'd ever be able to stand making a permanent switch.
If he was doing some sort of calibrations...