bitter work [OPEN]
who ; Thane Krios & whoever is at what's left of Normandy Haus.
what ; Returning from disposal of the Marker, Thane immediately goes to work at cleaning up what's left at base.
where ; The haus formerly known as Normandy.
when ; Sometime after the Marker's gone.
warning(s) ; None at this time!
For once, the vents are avoided for the most part.
Since the outbreak of the necromorphs, he's learned his lesson with them. The vivid memories with them, and barely managing to get by with minimal injuries. Slicing them apart, limb from limb. Most of them splattering human blood. When it's dried off, he can't see it.
Just flecks of black to him. Dark red to others.
Quietly, he returns to what's left of their former home. Thane pushes a shelf back upright, for all of the good it will do. Items scooped and placed back into their bins, then carefully set on the shelves, just as he perfectly recalls their placement. They'll be moved soon, but for now, he just. Wants a sense of familiarity.
A pause, then one of the bins is taken. He pushes a box to the wall, then sits on top of it. Reaching into the bin, he takes a cloth and some disinfectant, working on cleaning the buzzsaw attached to his arm. Thane would rather return Mordin's tool in a preferred condition. Anything else would be a bit of an insult and take too much time from the professor.
Thane has enough time to give now.
what ; Returning from disposal of the Marker, Thane immediately goes to work at cleaning up what's left at base.
where ; The haus formerly known as Normandy.
when ; Sometime after the Marker's gone.
warning(s) ; None at this time!
For once, the vents are avoided for the most part.
Since the outbreak of the necromorphs, he's learned his lesson with them. The vivid memories with them, and barely managing to get by with minimal injuries. Slicing them apart, limb from limb. Most of them splattering human blood. When it's dried off, he can't see it.
Just flecks of black to him. Dark red to others.
Quietly, he returns to what's left of their former home. Thane pushes a shelf back upright, for all of the good it will do. Items scooped and placed back into their bins, then carefully set on the shelves, just as he perfectly recalls their placement. They'll be moved soon, but for now, he just. Wants a sense of familiarity.
A pause, then one of the bins is taken. He pushes a box to the wall, then sits on top of it. Reaching into the bin, he takes a cloth and some disinfectant, working on cleaning the buzzsaw attached to his arm. Thane would rather return Mordin's tool in a preferred condition. Anything else would be a bit of an insult and take too much time from the professor.
Thane has enough time to give now.