re_alignment | fifth mission \ action/video \ planetside

[ So lately, Shepard's been cleaning house. Cleaning up where she's living, cleaning up an area for her established plan of 'recreational area for smaller scaled citizens (i.e. a place to hit things) as well as trying to clear her mind. Cardboard lfoors lined the area she deemed her new sparring room, not AS soft as plush matting, but it would do. Her guns? Shiny and clean, even the tar buildup in the mouth of her heavy pistol has been scraped and polished clean.

But when her armory is cleaner than a first year cadet's, and the area is as prepped as you can get it without equipment, Shepard has nothing left but her mind. And a mind is a horrible place to be stuck in. She's anxious, restless, and the thought of having some of her crew here was endearing, comforting, at first. But now, it began to grate on her nerves; the fact that her own were stuck here with her, and the mission wasn't done.

Being planetside has finally, really taken it's toll on her. ]

There's only so much ammo I can waste before I really run out.

[ She's popped up on the feed, her hair now long enough to keep in a side ponytail. Per usual, she looks exasperated. The only thing close to keeping her looking similar to a pile of varren crap is the new necklace she seems to be sporting, above her dog tags; an illuminated crystal, with a cord wrapped around it to keep it secure. ]

Cardboard floors laid down where the recreational area might stay. Still have to talk to some friends in other places about a shooting range. If anyone would like to shoot some ideas at me for this thing, that'd be great. I'm drawing a blank.

...If anyone has any ideas on how to keep a planetside space marine from tearing her hair out? Those would be great too.

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I've got some pals who I'm sure won't mind lending a hand, not if it's for us smaller folk.

[ This face tho. ]

I collect model ships, fish, and I even pilot a questionably suicidal crew.

I think I have a couple of good solid hobbies, Garrus.

[Those poor, poor, fish.]

Not my best suggestion, I know. Still, there's no fish or ships here, at least not that I know about. So ... I guess, what have you been doing? With all the time, I mean.

[ OMEGA TOOK TOO LONG OKAY ]

The Carniflex under my bed is cleaner than when it came off of the assembly line.

....And I can now shoot 20 meters further with the Widow than when I first picked it up.

That's what I've been doing.

And you know. This.

[ Awkwardly, she points the video at the bare room, makeshift walls patched over with scrap metal and cardboard flooring. Yep. ]

So throwing yourself in to work then. Maybe it'd be worth it to step back and just try something a little less business and a little more fun. Granted, I'm not sure what there is to do around here, but I'm sure there's something.

[And yes, he's completely aware of the irony that this is coming from Mr. Calibrations. It doesn't change the fact that a break might be good for her.]

I think I'd take you a little more seriously if you hadn't told me a few times yourself you were too busy calibrating the ship's cannons to have fun.

Not off the top of my head. There really is no 'business' as much as there is 'not getting myself killed' and 'not being bored'.

Which is exactly the response I expected. But, it doesn't change the fact it might be good for you to take a break.

I didn't expect much, but no one's even set up a bar or something?

I haven't gone looking for one.

Don't think there's a better time to go looking than now though.

I certainly can't think of one. Maybe we can go do a little digging, hopefully find a place with something dextro, and you can give me the tour of the place.

Sounds like a plan. Even if not, a walk just to catch up sounds like it could be in order.

Sounds good. Should I just head over to you, or ...?

Yeah, why not. You'll get here before I leave, I'm sure.

Damn life support is a bitch to take on and off continually.

[ Being squishy on a foreign planet sucks. :c ]

Right, I'll be right over.

[It isn't great.

[A few minutes later there'll be a knock on her door.]

Door's open.

[ She's wrestled into her undersuit, the neoprene still well fitted despite her inactivity. It's low around her waist, the rest of it not zipped up all the way. White tanktop, tags---the rest is Shepard at rest. But see Shepard, and see how she isn't looking forward to putting anything else on. Clear evidence she does not want to work. She's just really out of it today. ]

...I don't really need to wear a hundred pounds of armor to go for a walk, do I?

[ Cause she is two steps away from saying 'fuck it' and not putting the rest on. ]

Probably not.

[Garrus replies with a slight shrug as he enters the room.]

But personally in a place like this I'd feel naked without it.

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