text | @ vakarian

[dispenserofjustice]

You know what I was just thinking? "It would be great to visit a creepy, mostly abandoned colony right now." Because the first several times we had to answer a distress call or had a mission that took us to these outposts weren't bad enough.

That's not really why I'm typing this up. Correct me if I am wrong but it looks like most people here are human. That's a little bit of a problem for me. Love humans, honestly. Some of my close friends are human.

The whole "we evolved on levo-amino acid-based biospheres" is the deal-breaker. I can't exactly eat levo-based food. Well I could but I'd prefer a better death than that. So what I'm trying to ask is if there is, possibly, any alternatives.

I mean I'd really like to not starve if that's possible. Just throwing that out there for consideration.

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audio; un: r.shepard

[queenofthegirlscouts]

Garrus?

Where are you?

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[dispenserofjustice]

[ There are so, so many thoughts going through his head right now. And he is hardly going to address them publicly. Though it is tempting, but there's a pretty heavy silence on his end before Garrus actually answers. ]

Garage. You haven't touched any of the vehicles here have you? They look pretty intact.

[queenofthegirlscouts]

[ Yeah, yeah she notices that pause. But she can't think what has actually caused it.

And it's Garrus. Things are easier- Well. They feel easier when he is around. ]

You're a funny guy, Vakarian. Stay there, I'll make my way up.


[ Quickly, too. She runs. ]

[dispenserofjustice]

It is the reason that you've kept me on for so long. Wait. Was it that or my skill with a gun and one-liners? Or was it my dashing good looks all this time?

[ IF HE KNEW WHERE SHE WAS COMING FROM HE'D MEET HER HALFWAY. But Shepard is coming to him so he'll do ask she asks and stay put.

It's easy to bury his nervous energy under sarcasm and wit but chances are she's going to know that already. ]

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[queenofthegirlscouts]

Nah, telling would just swell your ego too much.

[ The thought does occur to her as she makes her way up. But then, she doesn't want him to get lost. That would be annoying. And awkward. So she runs, and she runs into the garage.

The only thing military about her is her boots. The rest is civilian. Civilian spacer casual, civilian ponytail bouncing out behind her instead of her normal, tightly controlled bun.

And not a single injury. ]

text | @ Spides

[itsnotaonesie]

Hold up, you're saying you're dextro-amino based?

[that would be AWESOME, except ohhh nooooo]

[dispenserofjustice]

Got it in one. Yeah my race hit the jackpot by being in the minority, let me tell you. All that time spent on the Normandy and the cuisine left something to be desired for Tali and me.

[itsnotaonesie]

I would love to hear all about that some time because it sounds absolutely fascinating but first we need to figure out how to feed you.

[dispenserofjustice]

That IS sort of the point. For the most part Tali and I made do with rations. I did get some Turian chocolate from a friend once.

Never did understand why.

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[dothelokimotion]

Apparently all confined multiverses enjoy humans. For some bizarre reason.

[dispenserofjustice]

Give credit where it's due. They are highly adaptable and extremely driven.

My people are pretty bad when it comes to having a sense of duty, but humans are downright tenacious if they need to be. And they don't seem to care about their own limitations.

[dothelokimotion]

There is that, I suppose.

They could stand to tone it down though. Not every situation calls for it.

[dispenserofjustice]

Probably not, no. I still find it pretty entertaining especially when the other party doesn't realize who they are dealing with.

video; @Qubit

[superposition]

[ Even before looking at the username, it's not too hard to guess who this is. Qubit can't say he knows Garrus well, but they are teammates - or at least were, before he was so rudely Ported out. So he knows some of the basics, including the dietary restrictions. Those are sort of a huge problem, but he's glad to see a familiar face all the same.

... And can't resist a little wisecracking of his own. ]

Well, heavens, Garrus, you should have told us you were coming! We'd have rolled out the red carpet.

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[dispenserofjustice]

[ Yeah... Well problem here is Qubit seems to know him but Garrus certainly doesn't recall knowing the guy in return. ]

Are you sure that red would be an appropriate color?

[ Doesn't seem like it, but you know. He can't help but be a smart ass. ]

And, sorry, but uh. Do I know you?

[superposition]

Hah! [ Good one, he gets it! Because communism, right? ]

[ But at the second question, his smile vanishes. Does he... what? Qubit's confused. ]

... It's Qubit. From the Advocates. I didn't think I'd been gone that long.

[dispenserofjustice]

[ Actually he's thinking about what it looks like outside. Red = death and all. But hey. ]

I'm drawing a blank. Should I know what the Advocates are too?

Text || @KaballsDeep

[kaballin]

Far be it for me to be the voice of reason here, but you probably shouldn't let everyone know of a super easy way to poison you.

Just sayin.

[dispenserofjustice]

While you make a perfectly valid point I wouldn't suggest trying it.

If I survive the poisoning I guarantee the person that attempted it WOULDN'T be breathing for much longer.

[kaballin]

IF you survived.

[dispenserofjustice]

Given my track record with courting death, I think I would make it out all right.

text; un: Poison

[writtendestiny]

It's my favourite game. 'Which terrible facet of the multiverse can we go to this time'.

It might sound like a strange suggestion but maybe going to the medical bay would help. If the computers know you're different to us then maybe they could produce a solution.

[dispenserofjustice]

Mmm. There's a little problem here. Do those systems run based on a VI system or AI?

[writtendestiny]

It's hard to tell, sometimes. It's either a glitchy VI or an AI with some severe degradation.

[dispenserofjustice]

Yeah I got to say that's not doing much to convince me to put my life in its metaphorical hands.