Open to the Normandy

[suckitimashark]

Who ; Virgil and the Normandy Crew
what ; Getting to know his saviors~
where ; Shep's seekrit base
when ; Any time after thiswarning(s) ; I'm going to say... possible sexual content and violence JUST TO BE SAFE

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[savor_last_shot]

Garrus had chosen to lay low for most of the insanity of the last few days. Weeks. Whatever it had been. There was no particular reason for him to go out there - most everyone on the station seemed capable enough of handling themselves. So, he's a bit surprised when Shepard brings home another stray.

What was it about her that just attracted people to her side?

He's also surprised when he finds him digging through his small, precious stash of electronics.

"What the Hell are you doing?"

[suckitimashark]

Virgil freezes where he is. "Reorganizing," he offers, palming the screwdriver that had taken out half of the screws necessary to remove a panel. "You must be..." he scans his memory but nothing turns up. "I'm Virgil," he grins politely.

[savor_last_shot]

"I'm the turian who's electronics you're going through." Yeah, Garrus is Not Amused. He stalks over and kneels, poking through the small pile. He gives Virgil a look.

"You need to ask before you go rooting through someone's gear, you know."

[suckitimashark]

"Ah. Good to meet you, then. I was just... admiring them. No harm done, yeah?" He asks as he subtly screws the panel back into place. "I've never seen anything like them."

[cmdr_renegade]

"Down there was the lobby, the rest of the building is above it," Shepard replied flatly and sat down at the only table in the small apartment. They'd kidnapped a few basics, and stacked the cubes of their old stuff into useful barricades, but the room was still pretty empty.

"Don't go down the stairs without one of the crew or you're likely to blow a leg off. Don't go onto any of the floors but this one and the one below it, or you're likely to be vaporized along with a few support beams.

"I really, really don't want to have to find a new building just because you got curious," Shepard added and glanced at him. "Bathroom's in there, mind the frogs."

[suckitimashark]

"Sounds good to me." He nodded. His curiosity was piqued, but he could wait for more information before actually doing anything about it. Dismantling advanced weaponry took time and patience.

"Frogs? Pets or h'orderves?" He scratched his chin as he walked around the empty room. So spartan... It reminded him of his best mate back home.

[cmdr_renegade]

"Something of note, at first, now they're principally irritations and test subjects," Shepard informed him evenly. "There's a few turtles around here too, somewhere."

Shepard jerked a thumb at the fridge as she set her bag of sundae on the table in front of her.

"Food's in there. I'd avoid anything that doesn't look familiar, if I were you."

[suckitimashark]

"So... that means I can eat them, right?" He asked as he opened the fridge. Almost everything looked unfamiliar. It also looked delicious. He pulled out a carton of questionable green and brown contents (whether it had started out with the green was debatable) and leaned against a wall to eat it. He did not chew any of it.

[modelscientist]

Mordin was a bit nonplussed to find a strange fellow rooting through the small supply of scientific and medical instruments he had painstakingly scavenged (or stolen) over the last several weeks. Especially because he had had to deal with crazy damn holograms to get them. One eyebrow moved into a perfect, questioning arch.

"Looking for something?"

[suckitimashark]

"Aloe," he answered, not even bothering to turn around. He continued rooting through the cabinet. "Burned myself, you see." It wasn't a total lie. He had burned himself. But he had already treated that, more or less. He was just dicking around.

[modelscientist]

"If medical treatment is required, will provide." He stepped forward. "Rooting through my supplies not best way of attaining treatment, though." He is very protective of his stash, Virgil.

[suckitimashark]

"Ah, so that makes you the fabled doctor. Good to meet you," Virgil stepped away from the cabinet with his hands raised to show he didn't steal anything. If there was one person he really didn't need to piss off, it was the doctor. He'd learned his lesson with the medical officer on his own ship. Bullet removal could be so much more unpleasant when the person extracting it was unhappy. "Sorry about... that."

[eighttotwelve]

"If you continue to fiddle with the assault rifle like that, you're going to shoot off your own fingers five times in the span of one second."

The dry warning comes from Thane, who peers at the stranger from the doorway. He doesn't spend that much time in the base, typically, but he does need somewhere he feels... secure enough to meditate in. A nice strong wall with his back towards and a dry room.

[suckitimashark]

Virgil withdrew his hands from the weapon in question and looked at the new arrival. Did every person in Shepard's crew have a 'someone is touching my shit' sense or something? He smiled at Thane.

"Top of the morning to you," he tipped an invisible hat. The guy was wearing black. Was this the guy he was supposed to be nice to? It... it looked like he had been eating this guy's kids earlier in the day. Virgil decided it would be best not to bring up the topic of how delicious frogs were.

late participation, derp

[swarmfree]

Veetor's chilling in his room, unaware of the new guest. For now. He's in one of the rooms with more open space, fiddling with his omni-tool as a red holographic sphere hovers above the ground in a specific pattern.

Veetor is being a good quarian and minding his own business. Please don't hurt him.

:3c

[suckitimashark]

Virgil is like a raccoon that raids peoples campsites when they go to bed. He has been systematically going through everyone's stuff, eating everything in sight, and running away when chased with sticks.

He creeps into Veetor's room and peers over the quarian's shoulder. "Whatcha got there?" He whispers.

[swarmfree]

The unfamiliar voice (and at such close proximity, too) catches Veetor off guard. He starts, turns around sharply and takes a step back. The glowing sphere-thing stops moving when he stops pressing buttons.

He's a little tense in the shoulders, but he relaxes eventually, for the most part.

"Just - just my omni-tool. That's all." A cloudy pair of eyes narrow behind the tinted visor. "...Who are you?"

[suckitimashark]

Virgil breaks out into a wide grin. Stutter detected: target acquired. He used to try to eat the stutterer on his crew back home. "I'm Virgil, Shep's new mechanic." He closes the distance Veetor put between them under the pretense of examining the omnitool. He is intrigued by it, but it's been days since he's been able to mess with someone without having a gun shoved in his face, so...