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Birthday [Garrus]
“Depends on who does them…” She rubbed her right forearm, remembering many a birthday on Kamino with Mereel and Jaing. “My uncle does that ‘noogie’ thing. Eheh.” Her head cocked slightly and she asked, “What do you turians do for birthdays?”
“We don’t have any traditions like that. At least, my family didn’t. Birthdays were just a nice dinner that you didn’t have to help with.” Garrus laughed. “Or on the Citadel, a great excuse to go drinking.”
As the lei itched at the back of his neck, he shook his head lightly to scratch against it before looking back over at Kar. “So… Explain to me the point of this thing around my neck again…”
Birthday [Garrus]
Kar lifts in over his head and straightens it a little. “There.” She gave a smile, happy someone was going along with it other than Walon, which was a surprise. “Oh? Uh, well, there’s a tradition where you punch someone for the number of years they are…and one for good luck. Earth humans have it too, oddly enough…”
Garrus fiddled with the lei before letting it rest around his neck. For a second or two, he stood completely speechless, surprised to see Kar smile, but quickly spoke up, trying not to draw attention to his momentary lapse. “I’m guessing they’re not real punches though.”
Birthday [Garrus]
“Well, that’s maybe an Earth thing, I reckon.” She chuckled, “If you want to know, I’m twenty-six. Just don’t punch me twenty-seven times. Or I might fight back.” There was few moments of silence, and then she lifted up the lei. “May I?”
“Sure. Why not?” Garrus shrugged. “And why would I punch you on your birthday?”
Well it's my birthday tomorrow, and I decided I wanted to do an Earth-luau theme party. And I checked, the lei's are fake, so you should be alright.
Oh. Well, in that case… Happy Birthday! I’ve been told I’m not supposed to ask a human woman her age, so I won’t.
And thanks for checking first.
Um, are dextr-amino folks allergic to flowers? I think there's are fake, but I'm not gonna give you a celebratory lei if it'll kill you.
Well, I wouldn’t eat the flowers, so I’d be okay… It won’t kill me to just hold or smell them. Sneeze most likely, but that should be about it.
What are you celebrating?
Tal Vera | Everyone
Thane sat about in an isolated area, keeping to himself. He sat in meditation, praying to the gods in a whisper, with clasped hands. “Amonkira, grant us your precision and skill, Arashu, grant our team salvation from indoctrination, and Kalahira, grant that only our enemies visit you.” Thane lowered his head and closed his eyes momentarily, to complete his prayer. Once his eyes opened, they fixated upon his rifle. He cleaned the barrel and checked his sights, ensuring everything was in order. A sudden chill came over him, and he shrugged it off quickly. His eyes darted around, looking for Garrus, to await further instructions. Garrus was to be his squad leader, with Legion in the back, providing sniper cover fire.
The hand cannon felt heavier than ever as Liara gazed over the weapon in her grasp. Preparing for the mission brought about the feeling of overwhelming dread. The crew knew the likelihood of a trap was high, but so many times before had they rushed head-on into danger. Why now was the realization of risk so heavy a burden? Liara considered every possible option; she could easily trick a squad of Batarian pirates into venturing the graveyard. As much as she wanted to carelessly shrug this mission off to anyone else, she knew it had to be Shepard. No one else could do this. Not only was the commander one of few capable of handling a situation with the Reapers, but she needed to be there firsthand, to see up close what she would be facing so soon. Liara shook her head as she imagined the day the Reapers finally arrived. How many would present themselves? Hundreds? Thousands? She clenched the gun tightly as she pushed the thought away. The overview of the mission seemed so rudimentary: get what they needed, get out. If only it could be that simple.
Liara walked silently to the airlock. She nodded to her comrades as she passed, taking her place besides the commander. As she awaited the arrival of the rest of the crew, she could hardly stop looking in Shepard’s direction.
Don’t you dare die again.
With rifle in one hand and helmet in the other, Garrus walked toward the airlock with eyes lowered. He had no interest in knowing who was or wasn’t there already. In fact, he wanted his crewmates to be the furthest thing from his mind right now. He settled against an open section of wall and began re-checking his equipment—inlcuding the sidearm on his hip in case of… problems. If the two other sniper team members were there, he’d leave them to their own preparations. They were just as skilled, or nearly anyway, even if he wouldn’t admit to it aloud.
Unfortunately, his decision to avoid speaking with anyone only brought those gloomy thoughts to the forefront. The loss of anyone would make the Normandy feel empty, even if it was someone he normally would rather avoid. But what if they lost Shepard? Or… Tali? He closed his eyes and concentrated on visualizing his role in this mission as he slid on his helmet. Line up the enemy and fire. That’s all he needed to worry about. He was ready to get this started and over with.
Help | Tali
Tali pulled the device closer to her, flipping it over easily to pull open the panel that exposed the wires. She reached in easily, hooking a finger around a small bunch of wires and pulling. The sound stopped immediately and she flipped it back over to view the panel. Whatever alarm Garrus had tripped was still going.
“You did what?” She looked up at Garrus, horrified. “You fiddled with it! Garrus!” She pulled the device closer to her, almost cradling it in her arms before looking down at it again. “Oh you poor thing. What did he do to you?” With a shake of her head she turned away from him, placing it on her workbench.
If she hadn’t already been upset with him, Garrus would have rolled his eyes at the way Tali cradled the omni-tool. He’d never understand this side of her, and right now, he needed her help so why bother questioning it. Better to just tell her the truth and get it over with.
Again in a small voice, he confessed, “I was just trying to update some of the translation stuff so I could understand parts of the messages I’ve been getting lately, and I didn’t want to attempt updating my headset first…” Anticipating some more accusations, he quickly added, “I wasn’t trying to break it.”
A doodle in regards of today. Since none of them smoke, I figured they’d have bubble pipes with their smoking jackets and fezzes…I was gonna give Kar Buddy Holly/Phil Silvers glasses, but decided against it. instead she is just THRILLED about those bubbles.
She would to. It would be the greatest thing ever…for about a day.
Also it should be know that turians are my least favorite species to draw. DX
Fuck. Yes.
It’s definitely an interesting picture. I think I’m really liking the idea of the jacket though. .:grumps quietly about his hat being the smallest:.
Question: What happens if someone… accidentally swallowed those bubbles? Are they dextro-safe?
snipervakarian asked: -sighs- I see you’re complaining about me to that Fi person… One of the ones you got to tell me they loved me. -shakes head- And I never said it was because I’m not human. The designs just don’t take fringe into account.
Well, I think we can make the fez work. Just some balance. or string.
And I’ll get you a matching smoking jacket and pipe. Then you me and Fi can be some classy folks.
.:chuckles:. That’d be interesting to fight in. But okay. I give in.
Bro we would be fabulous in fezes.
I have been told by several humans that the casual clothing I chose to wear is, well, ‘awful’.
So if you guys say this would be a good look, then all right.
I’ve lived on Omega for the good of three years. I gotta thank you though, your little stint got the Suns off my back for a bit. But you know.
ButI try to be careful, thanks Mom.
Well, I guess you’re welco— Hey! No need for name calling!
I just… I don’t need to bury any more friends, alright?
Supposedly so does headbutting your enemies into submission, apparently. But last I checked, I can still keep a Null ARC on his toes, so I reckon I’m not hurting myself too much.
Well, headbutting only hurts if your skull’s not tough enough. Completely different situation.
But you go ahead and get drunk. Just watch out for yourself. Especially if you’re still on Omega. There’s a hell of a lot of bastards there.
