.death before morning. | open&accpeting. | mass effect |

[tsukimi.]

accepted! }

[tsukimi.]

{ if you guys want, we can start. }

[Rexton Grey]

((I have no objections to starting. Will you be setting the scene?))

[tsukimi.]

gah, i'm horrible at starting. so go ahead if you want //

[Rexton Grey]

Caelus Kilkaren

If there was one thing the captain of this vessel had gotten right, it was the quality of the seats in the Starboard Observation Lounge. The Palidae was a sizable vessel with enough spare space for a pair of observation rooms on either side of it's middle deck, a fact that Caelus was immensely grateful for. Turian ships were not well-known for their comfort, so it was a pleasant surprise to find that the lounge not only had a pair of actual leather couches that were soft to his ungloved touch, but that it had a fully stocked bar in the corner with a variety of dextro -and surprisingly a few levo- alcohols both tucked away and on display.

Not that he felt the need to drink any of it; simply having the option somehow made him feel better.

Technically his station was in the Med Bay, which rested one flight of stairs and a brisk walk away. But, seeing as how there was already a -much- more certified doctor presiding over the area and all minor medical ailments of the crew, it didn't really feel like a station he could do anything at. Since his doing nothing in the Starboard Observation Lounge was just about as productive as his doing nothing in the Med Bay and that he much preferred comfortable leather and a view of space to plastic and sterile whiteness, he found himself here more often than not.

Most of the regular soldiers serving on the Palidae had side jobs to do. Cleaning guns, double-checking observation systems for any missed information, calibrating weapons systems; Caelus hardly seemed to get to see the rest of the crew aside from the few hours they had altogether for meals, sparring, and target practice. Sure, they got some time off now and again, but this wasn't a troop transport where he could poke his head through an open door and ask where he could find a game of Skyllian Five. No, this was a vessel meant for space battle, for raining fire and death upon the enemy with unrelenting force. There were few people aboard that did not have some job involving the uptake of the spacecraft, none of which he had formally met.

So he sat in what he was slowly beginning to think of as his observation lounge, alternating between watching the stars pass by -distorted by the mass effect fields around the ship- and looking at his omnitool. Inaction was not something he was used to, so he was amusing himself by studying up on his asari anatomy while letting his midday -relatively speaking- meal settle.

[meijhana]

Xeff
-Asari Mercenary-
There were way too many people on this ship for Xeff. Her last job had gone smoothly, and working alongside the turian military hadn't been nearly as bad as she thought it would be. They had stayed out of her way and she had stayed out of theirs. It was easy, there was space. Here, though, on this ship, it seemed like every time she turned around there were new people right behind her. And they were almost all turian. There were one or two batarians on board, other freelancers like herself, but she didn't feel any more kinship with them than she did with the majority. At first, she'd tried to hole up in the cargo hold, thinking no one would be crawling through there, but it turned out to be more heavily trafficked than Xeff had anticipated. Crew members were always coming down there to bring supplies up to the mess hall or the engineering core or the med bay. She didn't stay there long. Next she tried her luck in the shady corners of the CIC, but that too was a little more social than she was comfortable with, at least by this point.
Now, though, she was leaving the med bay, hearing the door sliding closed behind her. She'd acquired a nasty little cut on her forearm during a fight, and even though she tried to keep it clean enough on her own until they docked, the deep purple blood hadn't really stopped flowing; it could very well be infected. So she had finally resigned herself to go to the doctor present on the ship. He'd known more about asari physiology and medical needs than she had expected, and before too long she had been patched up, a fresh bandage wrapped around her arm. She muttered a word of thanks as she left the room. Xeff stopped outside the door, wondering what area of the ship she would find sanctuary in next. She had no idea how close they were to the Citadel, but they'd get there eventually. Thankfully, most of the crew seemed to have jobs taking care of the ship in between deployments, so they didn't bother her too much, but she did get the feeling that when she wasn't looking they whispered behind her back.
She'd met asari before who were immensely uncomfortable with meeting other species, but that was not the case with Xeff. She had never wanted to confine herself to asari space, and as soon as she could she left Ilium, where the asari side of her family was based, but even there she was rarely among her own kind. She should feel at home here among the turians, seeing as she had been raised by one, but this was different. Here, she couldn't just get off of the ship if she didn't get along with someone. No, here she would have to wait, tough it out, as it were. It wasn't always easy to stay on everyone's good side. Especially now. Tensions were running high already. She didn't need to add to it.
Xeff tugged her sleeve over the new bandage on her arm, finally deciding to head towards the Starboard Observation Deck. From what she had seen so far, people didn't usually use that lounge unless the crew was getting together for a game of Skyllian Five. And she could probably find something there to take the edge off, too. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see that there was, in fact, someone there. If her memory served her correctly, he hadn't been on the front lines. A medic, maybe? It looked like he was studying something or other, so she assumed she was right. "Didn't mean to disturb you," she muttered, sidestepping the comfortable leather seats and heading straight for the cabinets. She started shuffling through the bottles, looking for something levo- that wouldn't give her stomach aches for weeks. The choices were surprisingly limited.

[Alucardigan]

[(whispers quietly) is ... is this roleplay inactive? I would really like to join, but ... .w.;]