intro | bring your own aphro.
Alisa Shepard is, to put it bluntly, fucking exhausted. It's not only that she just came off of narrowly surviving what everyone - including herself - was certain was a suicide mission to stop humanity from being destroyed once again, although that's a good part of it. No, it's that somewhere along the line she went from Shepard the navy brat to Shepard the war hero and then Shepard the savior of the galaxy, and really, honestly, she would just like a goddamn break for once. She wants to go somewhere where no one recognizes her on the street, where she's not hearing her name in a news broadcast every five minutes, where no one is going to ask her to help or do anything for them. It's not something she would ever admit in front of her crew, but underneath everything, she's just human. Years in the military can't do a thing to change that.
Still, maybe this isn't the kind of break she was thinking of. The bed is too soft and the sheets are too smooth - it's the first thing she's aware of as she starts to wake up, and even her half-asleep mind can put those disparate pieces of information together to realize that this isn't her cabin on the Normandy. It's enough to shock her awake as quickly as if someone had dumped cold water over her head, and she sits up fast, one hand reaching for a shotgun that isn't there. The fall of the sheets away from her body makes her aware of another anomaly: she's naked, when she's sure she had pajamas on the night before.
Shepard's been in a lot of weird situations, but this one, she thinks, takes the cake. No weapons anywhere around - a quick glance through the nightstand drawer reveals only various types of sex toys, which is not what she was expecting - so she'll have to defend herself with her own body and her biotics. It's not really a problem, but she'd feel a lot better with the familiar weight of a gun in her hand. The underwear in the dresser is a lot more revealing than she usually likes, and there's nothing in the way of real clothing in the closet; by the time she manages to get more or less covered up, she's wearing a lacy bra and panties and a black satin knee-length robe with a flimsy sash that barely keeps it closed in front. But it's better than walking around in the buff.
At this point she's almost sure she's been kidnapped, improbable as that is - who could get onto her ship and kidnap her in her sleep without her or anyone else noticing? She doesn't like thinking about it. The door is unlocked, thankfully, and she edges out into the hall, cautious and sharply alert.
[ OOC: I just finished Mass Effect 2 for the first time last night, so here, have a Paragon fem!Shep, post-Collector base. She has the Spacer/War Hero background, if that's relevant to anyone's interests. Might take a bit of coaxing (or a bit of aphro) to steer her toward smut, but she'll get there. CR is also very welcome, as is CR + smut - I like having the characters get to talk a little bit before hopping in the sack. Castmates would be beautiful, but I know they're unlikely, and otherwise any characters from any media are welcome so long as they're 18 or older (younger characters get CR only). I haven't done up her prefs list yet, but my hard limits are no gore, mutilation, or toilet play. I'd also like to avoid humiliation/verbal abuse and non-con, although dub-con is perfectly acceptable. Have at! I promise I am not always this tl;dr. ]
Still, maybe this isn't the kind of break she was thinking of. The bed is too soft and the sheets are too smooth - it's the first thing she's aware of as she starts to wake up, and even her half-asleep mind can put those disparate pieces of information together to realize that this isn't her cabin on the Normandy. It's enough to shock her awake as quickly as if someone had dumped cold water over her head, and she sits up fast, one hand reaching for a shotgun that isn't there. The fall of the sheets away from her body makes her aware of another anomaly: she's naked, when she's sure she had pajamas on the night before.
Shepard's been in a lot of weird situations, but this one, she thinks, takes the cake. No weapons anywhere around - a quick glance through the nightstand drawer reveals only various types of sex toys, which is not what she was expecting - so she'll have to defend herself with her own body and her biotics. It's not really a problem, but she'd feel a lot better with the familiar weight of a gun in her hand. The underwear in the dresser is a lot more revealing than she usually likes, and there's nothing in the way of real clothing in the closet; by the time she manages to get more or less covered up, she's wearing a lacy bra and panties and a black satin knee-length robe with a flimsy sash that barely keeps it closed in front. But it's better than walking around in the buff.
At this point she's almost sure she's been kidnapped, improbable as that is - who could get onto her ship and kidnap her in her sleep without her or anyone else noticing? She doesn't like thinking about it. The door is unlocked, thankfully, and she edges out into the hall, cautious and sharply alert.
[ OOC: I just finished Mass Effect 2 for the first time last night, so here, have a Paragon fem!Shep, post-Collector base. She has the Spacer/War Hero background, if that's relevant to anyone's interests. Might take a bit of coaxing (or a bit of aphro) to steer her toward smut, but she'll get there. CR is also very welcome, as is CR + smut - I like having the characters get to talk a little bit before hopping in the sack. Castmates would be beautiful, but I know they're unlikely, and otherwise any characters from any media are welcome so long as they're 18 or older (younger characters get CR only). I haven't done up her prefs list yet, but my hard limits are no gore, mutilation, or toilet play. I'd also like to avoid humiliation/verbal abuse and non-con, although dub-con is perfectly acceptable. Have at! I promise I am not always this tl;dr. ]