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Routine [Weekly-Open!]

May 02, 2010 10:20

It was amazing how quickly one could get used to things. The eerie suspicions of living inside a 'benevolent' Reaper still didn't leave the commander, she couldn't exactly keep that from her normal daily activities ( Read more... )

!location: sensoriums, reyna kam, ashley williams, !status: open, aeneas

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How about Monday? I like Mondays. enter_aeneas May 2 2010, 21:09:01 UTC

Morning routines were commonplace activities for Aeneas, only his particular ones were normally carried out in the City by his half-renovated hovel and involved copious amounts of pleasant humming and whistling. They were vocal hobbies that he’d picked up recently, mostly from Matt; the tunes were a little less complete than the action itself, but Aeneas found their coherence less necessary than the soothing, distracting effects they produced in relation to his scatterbrained consciousness. They were also a new product of his recent bout of social obscurity, merely gaps to fill in where conversations with the various humans of this vessel would usually occupy, but they were sufficient, if not entertaining to partake ( ... )

Monday is fine, I'm just going to assume it takes place after meeting with Ash (below) blood_on_torfan May 3 2010, 18:10:49 UTC

Shepard had hoped that after talking with Williams, the rest of her morning exercise would be done in relative peace. It wasn't a surprise that Ash brought a rather down mood afterwards and Shepard really didn't want to think farther than that. She was a good soldier and the fault had been hers ( ... )

enter_aeneas May 3 2010, 20:28:16 UTC

Aeneas’s gait did not slow for several paces, for his legs were determined to take him as far away from this uncomfortable situation as quickly as possible, but then his mind caught up to his muscles and recent memories caused him to reconsider. ”No,” came the gentle subconscious chiding, ”You promised that you’d talk to someone this morning-you failed to specify who! There is no excuse for this behavior.”

Then the obligatory groan rumbled within the alien’s throat and he stopped, though reluctantly. ”Apologize.”

Aeneas did not want to apologize.

”Now.”The creature lowered his ears and turned, mortified, but he kept a brave face and managed a smile. Immediately afterwards he was glad that he did; this female’s suit was intriguing, definitely not what Aeneas had been expecting from a casual passerby-if this one even qualified as such, as he was beginning to wonder-and thus he at least had discovered a new curiosity to pursue. The baffled gaze on her face, however, was far from unusual, and in a way it forced Aeneas to explain ( ... )

blood_on_torfan May 11 2010, 05:26:08 UTC

"Don't worry about it." Shepard answered, shaking her head with a disarming smile. It was obvious that she was still a little confused by Aeneas' appearance. Mostly, the confusion came out of just the almost randomness of the alien's physical make-up. Blue striped fur? humanoid hands? Four-way beak? tuning fork tail? Shepard wasn't exactly especially religious, but it seemed like whoever decided on creating the universe, it just couldn't make up its mind for Aeneas' species.

"I'm Commander shepard." She held out her hand, hoping that an almost standard greeting wouldn't be considered something troublesome for this guy.

...it was a guy, right?

Thread 6

Monday should be good poetry_soldier May 3 2010, 03:36:08 UTC

Sometime after acquiring her weapons and armor, Ashley did a jog at least once a day on 'Stacey' somewhere as to keep in shape. She wasn't ignoring Shepard and the Normandy crew exactly, just trying to figure out where she fit in that's all. Spying Shepard as she slowed down, Ashley gave a fair wave. "Commander."

Re: Monday should be good blood_on_torfan May 3 2010, 18:20:36 UTC

Shepard had relatively just started her jog when she caught sight of Ash. She didn't even slow down for her companion and a small part of her wanted to just ignore the Gunnery Saergant and act like she didn't even see her. That wasn't who Shepard was though and definitely wasn't someone she wanted to be. Shepard could admit to herself that her and Williams had some issues, especially after Virmire, but that didn't mean the Commander would/should ostracize her subordinate.

"Gunny." Shepard replied, nodding her head and motioning with her hand for Ashley to join her on her jog. "Already on three, going for six if that's alright with you?"

If she wasn't wearing the hard suit, six miles would be insane even for someone like Shepard. Six miles though, was the only way she was going to break a sweat when wearing the suit.

Re: Monday should be good poetry_soldier May 20 2010, 04:11:16 UTC

As much as Ash wished she could help it, sometimes she slipped into old habits. So she gave a brief nod beofre speaking. "That's fine, Commander." She followed Shepard on the run, hoping to find some info from her. "Commander, what do you know about this place?" It was mostly curiousity at most.

standaloneshell May 3 2010, 03:44:15 UTC

The Major didn't often wander around the ship, though when she did it was universally for the purpose of snooping. Active camouflage made the task simple, and usually she found nothing of interest, eventually got bored, and went back to her habitual occupation in Neuropathy.

But not today.

After all, fighting- or at least killing was her business. Her job, if you wanted to be technical, was to kill for public officials when they couldn't do so for themselves, for whatever reason. Public Security was a generalized, publicity-friendly way of saying government killer. Something about an attractive woman beating the tar out of a series of virtual opponents just made her smile. So, off went the camo with that soft, tell-tale click-hiss, and Motoko leaned against the simulated practice-room wall to watch. Oh yes. Watching was good.

blood_on_torfan May 3 2010, 19:59:50 UTC

The sound of of Motoko's active camouflage shutting down surprised Shepard while she faced against a Krogan. Her head instinctively turned toward the sound, knowing full well that an unexpected sound wasn't exactly a good thing. What stood in that direction was definitely someone she wouldn't mind taking a break just to watch even longer. There was no time for that though and Shepard turned back to the more attention-seeking VI-Krogan ( ... )

standaloneshell May 9 2010, 18:57:45 UTC

She didn't answer the question, only smiled in a faint, disconnected way that was not at all at Shepherd, despite being pointed in her direction. It wasn't a blink, exactly, that separated the point between complete disengagement and when the Major properly took notice, but it might have been.

Motoko's body was normally held artificially still. She didn't have to shift her weight, or breath at differing rates as a natural human did to keep comfortable, and for that reason she often simulated such low-level discomfort externally, to avoid standing out in a crowd. That's all it was- camouflage. She had been still, and now she moved, shifting her weight from one leg to another in a smooth roll of her hips, a motion that was as artificial as could be and calculated to express a certain level of derision, no more.

"Commander Shepherd, isn't it?" As if she was capable of forgetting.

blood_on_torfan May 12 2010, 05:55:17 UTC

Shepard turned her head to give her guest a sidelong glance when there wasn't any answer to her question. She recognized the woman almost immediately. One of the people that answered her questions, wasn't it? Now that she had a time to give the woman a careful look, Shepard couldn't find anything not to like. She was obviously human, her skin tone and features were of Asian descent. China perhaps? (Like Shepard's been on Earth long enough to know the difference.)

Definitely a lovely physique to behold and a bust to never leave, so why did she feel like something was off about her? Without losing her sight of Motoko, the commander turned herself around toward her guest. Her hands slid down to rest on her hips while her lip curled up in an almost trademark smirk.

"You're talking to her. I never got your name when we last met, miss..?"

Thread 6

Tuesday modelscientist May 3 2010, 16:05:50 UTC

Mordin had figured the new scheme out and had been waiting near the Sensoriums when Shepard arrived. He nodded politely and stepped forwards to speak with her, his usual brusque manner firmly entrenched.

"Good morning, Commander. Good to see you are keeping active. Keeps one healthy, mentally and physically."

Re: Tuesday blood_on_torfan May 3 2010, 20:43:00 UTC

There was a lot of uncertainties in Shepard's life, kinda came with the territory of being a N7 and a Spectre. Things just tended to happen and new allies were always what you didn't expect. Allies from the future were certainly unexpected and to first meet them when you're naked just made it all down right uncomfortable.

Still, Mordin seemed like a good enough guy. She slowed herself to a halt in front of the Salarin. Despite having the temperature control on her suit set to a nice cool temperature, she was still sweating a little. Maybe nine miles was pushing it.

"Comes with the job description, Doc. Don't want to get a cramp when I'm trying to run away from something." She wheezed. Her hands held the rest of herself up by pushing against her armored knees.

"Something I can help you with?"

Re: Tuesday modelscientist May 6 2010, 23:41:45 UTC

"Just saying hello, Shepard. Also thought it would be wise to check in. See how you are getting along." Mordin nodded and began to pace back and forth.

"Have several theories about ship, was wondering if you would like to hear them. Most fascinating. Like the Reapers ship, but incredibly different. Excellent science lab, too..." He's starting to ramble. Uh oh.

blood_on_torfan June 3 2010, 00:28:04 UTC

"I'm surviving." Shepard commented and added a shrug. That was really as best as she could describe it. How else could you be while knowing that any action could be tainted and manipulated by some gigantic ship.. It would be an understatement to say that the thought didn't worry her, but she wasn't going to let herself overthink until she went crazy in paranoia.

Unfortunately, she didn't know Mordin well enough to catch the warning. Seeing him excited though, the commander wasn't sure whether to admire the optimism or regret her decision. "I'm all ears."

Wednesday yubyubcommander May 3 2010, 16:08:19 UTC

Wedge had still been waiting for a chance to speak with Shepard, and this had seemed like a good opportunity. So he had fallen in next to her on her job in silence and completed the run with her, only a little out of breath (he wouldn't have been at all out of breath ten years ago. Not even five. Damned desk jobs). He paused at the entrance of the Sensoriums, stretching his aching muscles out as he watched Shepard go to town on the simulated bad guys. Finally, he spoke.

"Commander Shepard, General Antilles. I was hoping I could get a few minutes of your time."

Re: Wednesday blood_on_torfan May 3 2010, 21:06:47 UTC

Frankly, Shepard was a little surprised Wedge managed to keep up. From what she understood, not many of other humans were as capable in physical prowess as her or Ashley. That wasn't necessarily too weird since both her and Ash grew through the gene therapy they received when they enlisted and Shepard still had left overs of her parent's own modifications. It all kind of added up. The guy should be lucky he didn't start up where the commander had begun ( ... )

Re: Wednesday yubyubcommander May 5 2010, 15:40:03 UTC

"I did, yes." Wedge huffed quietly, still catching his breath. He'd thought he was in decent shape, but obviously he needed some work. He straightened and ran a hand through his hair before he spoke again.

"I was wondering what sort of regimen you were thinking of putting together, primarily."

blood_on_torfan June 3 2010, 01:29:30 UTC

"Yes sir." Shepard answered, her body instinctively closing together to stand in something of military rest.

"To be honest, sir," She started, a small grimace twisting her face. "I have to know the experience of all of those who you want me to train. I can try to teach what I was taught in formal academy. I'd only suggest that if there were a steady amount of military personnel amongst your squadron. If not, I'd probably would suggest Guerilla training, which I've been more trained to teach. It would teach them similar skills, but not as robust or intense as true commando training."