004 ☣ action to the normandy crew;
[ Sarah Kerrigan's normal spot is on one of the wings of the Normandy or walking around the Spaceport. However, the snow has made that almost impossible. Her suit protects her from the climate and temperature changes, but that doesn't mean she wants to go outside unless she has to. Instead she's taken up to sitting on the bridge. She moves from the bridge to the Galaxy Map, lost in her thoughts of home. The snow brings fragmented memories of her childhood - but not enough to really grasp what life was back on Tarsonis before she was revealed to be a psionic human.
Kerrigan certainly knows how to be the life of the party.
She's been keeping to herself since the alternate versions of crew members left. Turning cloaked when she wanted to move around, leaving her phone in the cabin she took up as hers, and milling around the city to look for signs of trouble. She could tell by their thoughts that everything was back in order. That didn't mean she wanted to stick around. Everyone on the Normandy had to spend time together to sort out what happened and their memories. They didn't really need a ghost to do that.
But, she's finally decloaked herself and settled back on the bridge, looking out at the falling snow. It's sad, she supposes. In her experience, falling snow is actually ash from the battlefield.
Maybe it'd be better if she stuck it out on her own for awhile. ]
Kerrigan certainly knows how to be the life of the party.
She's been keeping to herself since the alternate versions of crew members left. Turning cloaked when she wanted to move around, leaving her phone in the cabin she took up as hers, and milling around the city to look for signs of trouble. She could tell by their thoughts that everything was back in order. That didn't mean she wanted to stick around. Everyone on the Normandy had to spend time together to sort out what happened and their memories. They didn't really need a ghost to do that.
But, she's finally decloaked herself and settled back on the bridge, looking out at the falling snow. It's sad, she supposes. In her experience, falling snow is actually ash from the battlefield.
Maybe it'd be better if she stuck it out on her own for awhile. ]