Commander Shepard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
normandysbest) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
entrancelogs2017-04-01 12:15 am
normandysbest) wrote in entrancelogs2017-04-01 12:15 am
[OPEN] hey, you, look around, can you hear that noise it's a rebel sound
Who: Commander Shepard and YOU! (+semi-closed prompt for CR)
Where: All over the Citadel
When: During the Citadel Event! (April 1st-4th)
Rating: PG-13 for guns and swears, mostly
Summary: Shepard's home, and she knows it's temporary, but she's gonna live it up while she's got it.
The Story:
i. [closed to CR; personal apartment] alive, alive, alive is all I wanna feel
[She wakes up in her bed in the apartment Anderson gave her, and for a moment, she thinks it was all a dream.
She jerks up, looks around, and everything's where it should be. But she can remember. Shepard pulls up her omni-tool in a flash, pushes around the extranet, and... there's Wonderland's network.
It's an event. Her event.
She takes about an hour doing all the recon she can. What year it is, who knows what, where she should be in universe, and she balks when she finally finds it. 2186. The Reapers haven't landed. This apartment shouldn't even be hers, but the recordings from Anderson are around as if the war had already started (and she can't contact him, of course, can't contact anyone except the people in Wonderland, so she knows she's stuck here). So she pulls herself up. Checks around the entire place. And ends up with a cup of coffee, on her couch, watching the cars fly by.
Eventually, she walks into the study, and pulls up the call list, pinging as many friends as she can with the address and a simple message.]
Hey, it's Shepard.
If you've got some time, come up and see my place around here.
Let me know if you're coming.
[And she sits back down on the couch, messes around with her omni-tool while she waits for responses, and tries to hold the feeling of home as much as she can, with the time she has.]
ii. [open; docking bays] oh life can hurt when it gets too real, I can hold you up when it's hard to feel
[The next place she has to check is her ship.
Of course, she can't get through the airlocked door to go get it, and it makes no sense timeline-wise that it should even be docked here, but leave it to her to imagine a version of the Citadel without the war. She remembers standing here, thinking about going back to the war. She was standing in this very spot a year and a few hours ago, when Wonderland took her for the first time.
And now she's back. Almost like she never left.
She remembers that Cortez used to talk about how he loved stargazing here, and she tilts her head a bit to look out at the cosmos. She never thought she'd see this again. And yes, she knows it's fake, but... it's beautiful. The stars always are.
Regardless, if you're looking to stargaze, you've probably found her. And for once, she'll just be happy to talk.]
iii. [open; armax arsenal arena] you better find your voice, better make it loud, we've gotta burn that fire or we'll just burn out
[She sets her high score incredibly early, but that doesn't change the fact that Shepard intends to spend a lot of time in here. So she's suited up, toggling in settings downstairs before heading into the arena. Maybe you're here to play too and wanna tag team. Maybe you've been drawn in by the announcer proudly yelling Commander Shepard, the Hero of the Citadel, the first human Spectre, about to take on the Armax Arsenal Arena! from the speakers outside and you wanna watch some simulated carnage. Or maybe you've just been looking to beat her bet. Regardless, come one, come all, come tear apart some pixelated baddies.]
iv. [open; out and about] and it gets lonely when you live out loud, when the truth that you seek isn't in this crowd
[Shepard intends on going as many places as possible while she's back, so she tries to go everywhere she can think of. Spends a bit of time in middle looking at the huge lake, going shopping at the kiosks, and even (for some reason) sitting in the lobby of the Huerta Memorial Hospital. If you want to find her just around the Citadel, hit her up! She'll be happy to show anyone the sights or recommend a cool place to go.]
v. [open; wildcard] we'll take what's ours for once, and baby, run like hell
[Want a different prompt or starter? Hit me up through DMs or on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
cancerously and I'll set up a new thread for you!]
Where: All over the Citadel
When: During the Citadel Event! (April 1st-4th)
Rating: PG-13 for guns and swears, mostly
Summary: Shepard's home, and she knows it's temporary, but she's gonna live it up while she's got it.
The Story:
i. [closed to CR; personal apartment] alive, alive, alive is all I wanna feel
[She wakes up in her bed in the apartment Anderson gave her, and for a moment, she thinks it was all a dream.
She jerks up, looks around, and everything's where it should be. But she can remember. Shepard pulls up her omni-tool in a flash, pushes around the extranet, and... there's Wonderland's network.
It's an event. Her event.
She takes about an hour doing all the recon she can. What year it is, who knows what, where she should be in universe, and she balks when she finally finds it. 2186. The Reapers haven't landed. This apartment shouldn't even be hers, but the recordings from Anderson are around as if the war had already started (and she can't contact him, of course, can't contact anyone except the people in Wonderland, so she knows she's stuck here). So she pulls herself up. Checks around the entire place. And ends up with a cup of coffee, on her couch, watching the cars fly by.
Eventually, she walks into the study, and pulls up the call list, pinging as many friends as she can with the address and a simple message.]
Hey, it's Shepard.
If you've got some time, come up and see my place around here.
Let me know if you're coming.
[And she sits back down on the couch, messes around with her omni-tool while she waits for responses, and tries to hold the feeling of home as much as she can, with the time she has.]
ii. [open; docking bays] oh life can hurt when it gets too real, I can hold you up when it's hard to feel
[The next place she has to check is her ship.
Of course, she can't get through the airlocked door to go get it, and it makes no sense timeline-wise that it should even be docked here, but leave it to her to imagine a version of the Citadel without the war. She remembers standing here, thinking about going back to the war. She was standing in this very spot a year and a few hours ago, when Wonderland took her for the first time.
And now she's back. Almost like she never left.
She remembers that Cortez used to talk about how he loved stargazing here, and she tilts her head a bit to look out at the cosmos. She never thought she'd see this again. And yes, she knows it's fake, but... it's beautiful. The stars always are.
Regardless, if you're looking to stargaze, you've probably found her. And for once, she'll just be happy to talk.]
iii. [open; armax arsenal arena] you better find your voice, better make it loud, we've gotta burn that fire or we'll just burn out
[She sets her high score incredibly early, but that doesn't change the fact that Shepard intends to spend a lot of time in here. So she's suited up, toggling in settings downstairs before heading into the arena. Maybe you're here to play too and wanna tag team. Maybe you've been drawn in by the announcer proudly yelling Commander Shepard, the Hero of the Citadel, the first human Spectre, about to take on the Armax Arsenal Arena! from the speakers outside and you wanna watch some simulated carnage. Or maybe you've just been looking to beat her bet. Regardless, come one, come all, come tear apart some pixelated baddies.]
iv. [open; out and about] and it gets lonely when you live out loud, when the truth that you seek isn't in this crowd
[Shepard intends on going as many places as possible while she's back, so she tries to go everywhere she can think of. Spends a bit of time in middle looking at the huge lake, going shopping at the kiosks, and even (for some reason) sitting in the lobby of the Huerta Memorial Hospital. If you want to find her just around the Citadel, hit her up! She'll be happy to show anyone the sights or recommend a cool place to go.]
v. [open; wildcard] we'll take what's ours for once, and baby, run like hell
[Want a different prompt or starter? Hit me up through DMs or on plurk at
no subject
[He grins ear to ear.]
Bring it the fuck on. Bet I could do two.
no subject
[Maybe a hospital visit. But not intentionally killing him. Regardless, she raises the shotglass in a toast.]
Bottoms up.
no subject
[He raises his glass and then--]
[FUCKING DOWNS IT LIKE A CHAMP.]
[And it hits him like a goddamn freight train.]
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
no subject
[She hits it back, and for once is happy Cerberus enhancements means her body does everything in it's power not to be knocked back on it's ass. But damn, that never stops hitting like a charging Krogan, which she assumes is kiiiiind of the point.]
You... you see, what I mean?
no subject
The ffffuuuuck is innnnn that shit?
no subject
[Wow it is hard to make the words go. She kind of slumps over on the counter so most of her torso is on it, so she doesn't fall over.]
Krogan are big, so they need. They need many alcohol. In less.
no subject
Wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
[Everything is floating.]
Fucks a Kroooooooger. Freddddy Krueggger.
no subject
Alien. Bbbbig alien. Pointy.
[Descriptive!]
They're... they're great. So great.
no subject
Big alien Freddy pointy K-K-K-Krroger. Alien knife hands. Did you ever s-seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
that movie.
no subject
[She's having a hard time remembering what a movie is all of a sudden. She's going to fall, so she makes a distinct attempt to climb on top of the counter,but only really gets a foot off the ground.]
No that's. Old. You're old.
no subject
no subject
That's you. You're... you're that old. It's you now.
no subject
[He sort of sits down except he thinks he's trying to sit on the wall so he ends up kind of just leaning against the table at a really stupid angle.]
no subject
Okay, we... we did it. The thing. The Alcohol Thing. And nobody's thrown up yet. This is... this is good. This is going well.
no subject
[He keeps that S sound going until he forgets what he was doing and starts drooling.]
no subject
[She hikes her leg up a little harder and catches one of the drawer pulls, pushing her face and whole body further up onto the countertop with a scraping noise not unlike someone falling slowly off a window.]
no subject
[He watches her crawl up the wall and onto the ceiling, at which point he becomes convinced that she's a human spider.]
Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. D-D-Didn't know you could do that.
no subject
I... I climbed it. The whole. Table? I don't know what this is.
[She kind of smacks at it, affectionately, as if that is going to help her determine exactly where she is. Instructions were unclear. Got face caught on countertop.]
no subject
Yeah. Hell yeah. You--
[And then he abruptly collapses face-first onto the floor.]
Abffglullgggggmmff.