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ataraxionlogs2014-05-25 08:41 pm
2leftfeet) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-05-25 08:41 pm
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CHARACTERS: Shepard & YOU
LOCATION: Deck 023, Various
WARNINGS: N/A (will edit if applicable)
SUMMARY: Going over data from the recon mission + miscellaneous catch all for end of May
NOTES: I'm game for more specific/individual starters or feel free to start one yourself. Prose or brackets!
i. Deck 023
[She gives herself very little in the way of down time between returning to the inhabitable areas of the ship and doing a headcount, collecting verbal reports and the data sent from the recon mission's fireteams to their respective comm liaisons. The result is a lot of data: text and audio files, a few scraps of video and days and days and days worth of mapping information from the devices that each fireteam had carried. Even with the gaps in communication, the resulting mountain of data is too massive for any one person to comb through and sort intelligently.
Doesn't mean she won't give it a shot. Shepard has set herself up in one of the large public rooms on Deck 023, meaning to take advantage of the large holoscreens there to go through the video data. It's all a little Shadow Broker: two screens running video, a third compiling the mapping data into a semi-useable schematic, and Shepard herself looking thrashed out and bright-eyed from lack of sleep bent over her own communications device, taking reference notes as she slowly limps her way through the datastreams. It's less than ten days worth of footage, much of it video and audio from points of aimless wandering down intersecting corridors and it's still an intimidatingly daunting task; she doesn't know how anyone could process a whole galaxy worth of information.
Eventually she leans back in her chair, pausing to rub her eyes.]
Hell.
ii. Kitchens
[Coffee. It's a nigh primordial need that she finds herself looking to satisfy at --what? Some ungodly hour, maybe. Or it could be the middle of the day and she hasn't noticed. It's been a long few hours and every time she sits in the quiet for too long, she starts to hear (or remember) the low droning tapping from inside the belly of the ship.
So she stays busy and right now that means standing in one of the Tranquility's many kitchens, listening the the hiss of the coffee maker as a pot brews. To anyone who might come across her there, she looks bone tired. A little sharp, a little lean. She's spent too many hours staring at datafeeds, eyes burning; Shepard looks just about as good as she feels which if she stopped to examine herself would probably be 'shitty'.]
LOCATION: Deck 023, Various
WARNINGS: N/A (will edit if applicable)
SUMMARY: Going over data from the recon mission + miscellaneous catch all for end of May
NOTES: I'm game for more specific/individual starters or feel free to start one yourself. Prose or brackets!
i. Deck 023
[She gives herself very little in the way of down time between returning to the inhabitable areas of the ship and doing a headcount, collecting verbal reports and the data sent from the recon mission's fireteams to their respective comm liaisons. The result is a lot of data: text and audio files, a few scraps of video and days and days and days worth of mapping information from the devices that each fireteam had carried. Even with the gaps in communication, the resulting mountain of data is too massive for any one person to comb through and sort intelligently.
Doesn't mean she won't give it a shot. Shepard has set herself up in one of the large public rooms on Deck 023, meaning to take advantage of the large holoscreens there to go through the video data. It's all a little Shadow Broker: two screens running video, a third compiling the mapping data into a semi-useable schematic, and Shepard herself looking thrashed out and bright-eyed from lack of sleep bent over her own communications device, taking reference notes as she slowly limps her way through the datastreams. It's less than ten days worth of footage, much of it video and audio from points of aimless wandering down intersecting corridors and it's still an intimidatingly daunting task; she doesn't know how anyone could process a whole galaxy worth of information.
Eventually she leans back in her chair, pausing to rub her eyes.]
Hell.
ii. Kitchens
[Coffee. It's a nigh primordial need that she finds herself looking to satisfy at --what? Some ungodly hour, maybe. Or it could be the middle of the day and she hasn't noticed. It's been a long few hours and every time she sits in the quiet for too long, she starts to hear (or remember) the low droning tapping from inside the belly of the ship.
So she stays busy and right now that means standing in one of the Tranquility's many kitchens, listening the the hiss of the coffee maker as a pot brews. To anyone who might come across her there, she looks bone tired. A little sharp, a little lean. She's spent too many hours staring at datafeeds, eyes burning; Shepard looks just about as good as she feels which if she stopped to examine herself would probably be 'shitty'.]
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I'm attentive.
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[Tomato, tomahto.]
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[ STANDING IN DARK CORNERS. WITH HIS SKULL MASK. NOT MOVING OR SPEAKING FOR HOURS. WHAT DO YOU MEAN OMINOUS. ]
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I should have expected as much from someone who spends as much time cleaning her guns to be as vigilant.
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Have you been spying on me, Attano?
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Nothing of the sort. [ there's a slightly uncomfortable shift. ] Just have to... make sure. [ a lifetime of being paranoid so the people he loved didn't have to be. ]
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Keep it to the common areas. [No heat there. Look, this isn't her first time around the block and definitely not her first time having someone keeping an eye on her without her noticing; she's pretty sure Kasumi knew the Normandy's crawl spaces better than the people that built the ship.]
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I have no wish to see otherwise. It was bad enough to do it too one woman her whole life never mind... [ and he leaves it there. Taking a sip of his coffee again. ] This is very good, this drink. I haven't had it in a long time.