What is best in life? Sticks.
who ; Jamison, Dug, perhaps others?
what ; So a N7 marine and a talking dog walk into a bar...
where ; A park near the Normandy Haus.
when ; Backdated to before the species swap.
notes; None that I can think of.
Of all the places Jamison had been in her career, Singularity wasn't the worst. Sure, she'd found out that she was probably going to get killed and end up working for the people who'd killed her squad in her own timeline, was involved in a pseudo-relationship with a Jeff that wasn't her Jeff, and hung out with assassins and thieves, but on the whole, not that bad.
It was just the boredom. She'd cleaned out what seemed like hundreds of miles of air ducts for low pay, checked her weapons so many times the couplings were starting to loosen, and explored district after district. Blowing out an irritated breath, she picked up a stick from beside her seat at the top of the hill and tossed it down the slope towards a massive oak tree, hoping to hit the trunk.
what ; So a N7 marine and a talking dog walk into a bar...
where ; A park near the Normandy Haus.
when ; Backdated to before the species swap.
notes; None that I can think of.
Of all the places Jamison had been in her career, Singularity wasn't the worst. Sure, she'd found out that she was probably going to get killed and end up working for the people who'd killed her squad in her own timeline, was involved in a pseudo-relationship with a Jeff that wasn't her Jeff, and hung out with assassins and thieves, but on the whole, not that bad.
It was just the boredom. She'd cleaned out what seemed like hundreds of miles of air ducts for low pay, checked her weapons so many times the couplings were starting to loosen, and explored district after district. Blowing out an irritated breath, she picked up a stick from beside her seat at the top of the hill and tossed it down the slope towards a massive oak tree, hoping to hit the trunk.