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thisavrou_ooc2015-10-11 06:24 pm
hohnkai) wrote in thisavrou_ooc2015-10-11 06:24 pm
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tdm 3
Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged, but as another planet grows closer to being docked, things start to get a little hectic. You'll notice a slight change in the artificial gravity as the Moira is pulled into a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend.
☄ on your own:
There are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you.
Most of this colony has certainly seen better days--on the inside. Upon disembarking the Moira, crew members will notice that Area 895B appears poor but densely populated. It’s a mid-point between several planets, so the culture and its people are incredibly diverse. The docks are intricate and woven together like a maze, and without direction or the numerous signs that decorate the walls, it’s a place one can easily find themselves lost in. The “city proper” consists mostly of slums, but as aboard the ship, there is plenty to do and see.
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● bars: A-895B is notorious for them! In fact, there seems to be one on almost every corner that caters to a different sort of clientele. Poor, rich, richer. Do some of them even have an escort service? Most likely, yes.
● sanctuary: Like a church, this building stands tall and proud in the center of the colony. Its structure seems to be in constant change; it is always being worked on. Yet, once inside, the interior is quiet and consists of many, many staircases. Along each step, there are so many candles that there is only enough room for safe passage up or down…
● market: A good place to barter and trade. Like most areas, anything can be haggled for as long as you’re willing to pay the price.
☄ exchange booth:
Throughout random locations in A-895B, crew members will happen upon simple booths with little decoration and a native sitting behind it. For those with experience, they might think it resembles something like a kissing booth. However, these kisses are more an exchange than anything else: trade and receive a “gift”. These gifts will vary depending, but they are all contained inside a tiny box. Could it be something you were missing from home? Is it an item you’ve wanted for the last several trips planet-side? How did they even know, and what’s the catch?
A day of your life taken with that kiss. Should that not be enough to not ask such questions?
A day of your life taken with that kiss. Should that not be enough to not ask such questions?
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[ art credit zarnala @ devart ]
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She spits water, coughing and spluttering and blinking hard, though blinking doesn't get the hair out of her face; it came undone in the fall and is tangled in a wet mass around her head and neck.
But her feet are firmly planted. Someone's got a hold of her. She clutches Ashley's arms hard, the other woman's skin cold under her hands.
"Thanks--" She has to stop and breathe for a moment as it dawns on her she's actually just standing in the pool now (it's not as weird as she thought it'd be outside the suit. Just...colder), and then...
"Ma'am?" She stares at Ashley for a moment, hair wet, eyes squinting, water dripping down her face. Somehow, it's gotten really easy to forget how hard she is to recognise out of her suit.
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"Um, were you at my Spectre induction ceremony?" she tries, rubbing absently at the back of her head. Councilor Tevos had used her full name, and there were definitely people watching in the Council Chamber. "Because I was only really paying attention to the Council, sorry."
But that can't be it either. In only three words, the pitch and tone and accent have reminded her so much of that quarian girl she'd come to consider a little sister even though she'd never see her face.
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"Spectre?" At that, she whips round - her hand slips over the wet edge of the pool, splashes back into the water. "Really? I really missed a lot these past..." And then it slowly starts to dawn on her. "...couple of..."
Click. "Wait! Ah... Ashley, it's me - it's Tali, I..."
And then, before anything else, almost as a distracted aside. "Keelah, this is freezing."
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"You're out of your suit," she says blankly. "Oh my god, are you okay - let's get you out of the water, you need to get warm, does the medbay here have dextro epipen -"
As she panics, she leads the way to the ladder, nudging Tali up and out of the pool. Once she's safely on dry land, Ashley grabs a towel and drapes it over Tali's shoulders, careful not to touch her any more now that the water can't wash away any bacteria she's undoubtedly carrying, but she can't keep her eyes off of her. A quarian - one she likes - out of her suit?
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"That's not how I'd pictured this reunion going," she says presently, hugging the towel to herself and taking a deep breath, dispelling the adrenaline still numbing her legs (or is that the cold?).
"I'm fine, by the way. I mean..." A small huff of a laugh. "I left my dignity in the water there, but I don't need the medbay."
It seems like the two of them have totally switched places in terms of panic levels here.
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"How? Obviously I'm relieved, but..." She sighs. This isn't exactly how she'd pictured a reunion with Tali either. "I've been doing almost nothing but watching news vids for the last few weeks. You'd think something like quarians being okay out of envirosuits - or even just one - would make the headlines."
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"It's...Ugh, you bosh'tet..." That being her hair. Giving up on it, she throws it back and just wraps the towel around her shoulders for a moment, attention turning back to Ashley. "It's a long story." She flashes a grin that's almost half an apologetic grimace. "I can either give you the full thing or the compressed version, but actually? I haven't seen another quarian in...nearly a year. I know as much as you do about other quarians."
Nearly a year. A human year, granted - it's gotten easier to use those as a frame of reference - but that's, what, a year and a half for her people? It's a startlingly long time however you parse it, and as she says it, the sudden surprise is clear in her own tone.
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"It kinda creeps up on you, huh?" she says sympathetically, wrapping the towel around herself like a strapless dress. "You don't really realize how long you've been away until you hit your mandatory leave - well, I guess that's a non-issue now." Both because she's here and because with the war at home, she's honestly not sure she - or the Alliance - will make it to her next mandatory leave.
There's a cheerful thought. She needs a distraction. "Gimme the short version for now, and we can catch up with the long version later."
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But the grin fades quickly enough - she hasn't been back home for a long time, but she knows enough. She's been told enough, seen certain videos. The Alliance - the Hierarchy, the Republics, the Fleet, all of them - she doesn't know how much longer they're going to exist, and maybe she has given up the idea of ever going back, but it doesn't mean that doesn't hurt like something crushing.
"The short version... OK, ah, a year or so ago, I was on a planet called Haestrom out in the Outer Rim. It was a classified mission for the Fleet, but..." She shrugs, gestures around them in a way that says the classified part really doesn't matter anymore. "Anyway, from there I got pulled somewhere else, I ended up on..."
She pauses for a second, and in that second the idea of telling Ashley - or anybody - the details about the CDC is so repugnant her mouth twists with it. "On another ship. They were really technologically advanced - more than we are. I mean, they were taking people on purpose, not like here. They gave me some kind of therapy? I'm not sure what they really did, no one explained it, but it fixed my immune system." She suddenly laughs, beaming in that sudden giddy pleasure that still comes over her every now and then. "I don't even wear my suit anymore - I don't have to."
She clears her throat, grin only slightly fading. "And not long after that I got pulled here by the Ingress. That was a couple of months ago - and here I am."
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"That's amazing - you must be stoked to be out of that suit. And it sounds like you've had an interesting time," she says, in the understatement of the year. "More interesting than my weeks in hospital stuck in bed and then struggling through physio, anyway: I went to Mars with Shepard, ran into Liara, got beaten up by a Cerberus cyborg - seems like Shepard's always hauling my ass out of fights with synthetics."
Eden Prime, Virmire, Mars - Ashley stops this train of thought before she goes bitter again, and reaches forward for a hug instead. "It's so good to see you, you have no idea." Not only because it's been two years, but because the hospital's been so lonely and boring with only Sarah, Thane, and occasionally Shepard for company.
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"To be fair, most of the time Shepard was the one getting us into the fights." She doesn't notice that she used the past tense, but maybe she wouldn't be so surprised if she did - it's been three years since she took orders from Shepard. She has no memory of the Collectors, the Reapers, anything.
Ashley's soaking wet and freezing cold when Tali moves forward and hugs her friend tightly to her, but so's Tali, so it doesn't much matter. "I've got a pretty good idea," she mumbles against Ashley's shoulder, a slight waver of emotion coming into her voice.
She pulls back presently only enough to give Ashley a concerned look. "How are you now? Did you recover alright?"
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"Well, I hadn't finished my PT before I ended up here - but I feel fine now," she says, a note of wonder at it. "I was just trying out some of my exercises, and I've got full range of motion, nothing hurts... I don't know what happened, but I like it."
She'd been planning to keep it to herself, when she'd first noticed movement seemed easier than it had even during her Spectre induction ceremony - she didn't want to seem like a burden to her new crew, or like she was fishing for sympathy. Venting to an old friend, on the other hand, is completely fine.