with knives strapped to the bottom of their feet. 11/?
anonymous
December 9 2010, 07:16:37 UTC
Meanwhile, backstage, Kolyat was helping out in any way that he could. What this really meant was that he and about five other confused officers were running around trying to coordinate things they didn't quite understand.
“It says 'Holly' goes next. What's a 'Holly'?” someone asked him, while they read from the illuminated list on their omnitool.
“I don't know,” Kolyat replied with slight frown, his arms full of ornaments he was supposed to do something with. “Go ask a human, this is their holiday.”
“I did,” the other officer said, “and they told me it was either a name or a plant. So it might be a costume ... or someone back here...”
The young drell dropped the ornaments he was carrying into an empty box and pushed them out of the way with his foot. “Can we bring up a list with all the participants and their names?” he asked as he looked for the rest of his squad.
“I'm trying to do that now,” the officer said, scrolling through another list, “But since we've got people from precincts all across the wards, I can't find a complete list. I don't have the permissions I need to access our payroll either.”
“Good luck with that,” Kolyat said, before edging away. He didn't have time to solve other people's problems. Right now he needed to find his salarian partner from earlier, because he'd be damned if he was going onstage looking like this, alone.
Navigating between a pair of squabbling asari fighting over a tambourine, Kolyat eventually found who he was looking for.
“Are you wearing a box?” the drell asked, dumbfounded.
“Yeah!” the salarian replied quite happily, as he tried to unhook his costume from where it was caught on an empty gun rack.
“...Why?” was all the young man could think to ask.
“Some humans helped me,” the salarian said, “From our patrol earlier. They said this was more festive. Look! They even gave me a bow.”
“And you believed them?” Kolyat asked, incredulous. “You're in a wrapped box. You look kind of stupid.”
The salarian didn't seem phased, and finally freeing himself, poked a finger into the boy's chest. “I've got my uniform on underneath this,” he pointed out. “At least I'm still wearing more than you are.”
The boy's grumbled reply was interrupted when sergeant Haron and his nose so bright drew up besides them. “You two are up after the third asari pair and Eddie Lang's group,” he informed them, “Any questions?”
“That's after Bailey's speech, right?”
“Yes, I think so.” The turian gave Kolyat's costume a last look-over, and then with some pity, said, “Good luck, kid.”
“It says 'Holly' goes next. What's a 'Holly'?” someone asked him, while they read from the illuminated list on their omnitool.
“I don't know,” Kolyat replied with slight frown, his arms full of ornaments he was supposed to do something with. “Go ask a human, this is their holiday.”
“I did,” the other officer said, “and they told me it was either a name or a plant. So it might be a costume ... or someone back here...”
The young drell dropped the ornaments he was carrying into an empty box and pushed them out of the way with his foot. “Can we bring up a list with all the participants and their names?” he asked as he looked for the rest of his squad.
“I'm trying to do that now,” the officer said, scrolling through another list, “But since we've got people from precincts all across the wards, I can't find a complete list. I don't have the permissions I need to access our payroll either.”
“Good luck with that,” Kolyat said, before edging away. He didn't have time to solve other people's problems. Right now he needed to find his salarian partner from earlier, because he'd be damned if he was going onstage looking like this, alone.
Navigating between a pair of squabbling asari fighting over a tambourine, Kolyat eventually found who he was looking for.
“Are you wearing a box?” the drell asked, dumbfounded.
“Yeah!” the salarian replied quite happily, as he tried to unhook his costume from where it was caught on an empty gun rack.
“...Why?” was all the young man could think to ask.
“Some humans helped me,” the salarian said, “From our patrol earlier. They said this was more festive. Look! They even gave me a bow.”
“And you believed them?” Kolyat asked, incredulous. “You're in a wrapped box. You look kind of stupid.”
The salarian didn't seem phased, and finally freeing himself, poked a finger into the boy's chest. “I've got my uniform on underneath this,” he pointed out. “At least I'm still wearing more than you are.”
The boy's grumbled reply was interrupted when sergeant Haron and his nose so bright drew up besides them. “You two are up after the third asari pair and Eddie Lang's group,” he informed them, “Any questions?”
“That's after Bailey's speech, right?”
“Yes, I think so.” The turian gave Kolyat's costume a last look-over, and then with some pity, said, “Good luck, kid.”
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