[005] backdated to the morning of the 4th

[xenoshepherd]

Sorry, people. I'm the busybody for today.

Sound-off of everyone alive and stable? Roll call. I'd like to know if we've still got everybody accounted for after that fiasco.

Comments

[Voice]

[turian_honor]

You've got me.

[Voice]

[xenoshepherd]

Which I'm definitely grateful for, all things considered. Feel like drinks later?

[Voice]

[turian_honor]

Do you really need to ask?

[Voice]

[xenoshepherd]

Think how it would look if I told my subordinate that he was going to drink without asking for his input.

[Voice]

[turian_honor]

I think it'd look like you knew your subordinate pretty well.

[Voice]

[xenoshepherd]

I'll keep that in mind.

Meet you by the buttery in an hour?

[Voice]

[turian_honor]

You know, on a list of things I never thought I'd hear you say, 'buttery' is pretty high up there.

But yeah. I'll be there.

[Voice] --> ACTION

[xenoshepherd]

Hey, I didn't pick the name. Take it up with Deior. In the meantime, I'll be seeing you.

[And sure enough, exactly forty-five minutes later, there she is. Shepard looks over the racks of liquor with an inexpert eye, having been accustomed to brands that haven't been invented yet in the Keep. She's grateful they can both drink the same thing, for once.]

ACTION

[turian_honor]

[He'll be there. Wearing his hardsuit, but he'll be there. None of these bottles look familiar to him. He's used to turian alcohols. This is... completely foreign to him.]

See anything?

ACTION

[xenoshepherd]

[She hasn't felt comfortable leaving the tower rooms (scarecrows or not, Shepard refuses to let an insubstantial threat discourage her) without wearing full gear. It gladdens the part of Shepard that's always worrying about her squaddies to see Garrus in his hard-suit.]

I see a bunch, but nothing I've had before. A lot of these labels are from old Earth vids.

[She squints at something called Grey Goose, and the smaller Smirnoff bottles next to it.]

ACTION

[turian_honor]

[Seeing half the place run around headless was incredibly disturbing. He'd feel like an idiot not to wear his suit.]

[Following her gaze, he tilts his head, then reaches for the Goose bottle.]

Might as well get adventurous. Not like I'll get another chance to try these.

ACTION

[xenoshepherd]

Put that way. . . hold on, we need a mixer.

[She wanders out, looking for and locating the pantry. The commander returns with a hefty jug of orange juice tucked into her elbow.]

About time we started experimenting. Nothing too wild, but like you said, this is our only chance.

ACTION

[turian_honor]

[If turians had eyebrows to raise...]

[Instead, his mandibles flick, and he turns to watch her exit and enter again.]

What's that?

ACTION

[xenoshepherd]

Garrus, meet juice. Juice, meet Garrus. I hope you two will get along.

[She presents him with the jug, tossing it over without a worry that it'll bowl him over. Not in the hard-suit, and besides, turians have excellent balance.]

We could just drink that straight-- [a nod toward their Grey Goose] --but a little extra flavor wouldn't do us harm.

ACTION

[turian_honor]

[He catches it, easily enough. Reflexes aren't half bad in turians either.]

He looks pretty quiet... I don't think that'll be a problem.

[As best he can, he shoots her a smirk.]

Sounds like you've got a plan already. Let's not waste it.

ACTION

[xenoshepherd]

Okay then. Back to the tower?

[Supposedly the barrack cells mean safety. Call her paranoid, but while privacy sounds wonderful, confined spaces do not. At least the rooms in the guard towers are spacious.]