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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.

Jul. 24th, 2013 09:35 pm
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Garrus had had a terrible dream. That wasn't especially unusual, given what his year had been like- what the last few years head been like, come to that- but nightmares about Reapers swallowing the world and the Normandy being pulled apart by invisible solar winds and being cornered by endless waves of mercenaries were normal. Dreaming of garden parties at sprawling Gothic hotels on Earth, dreaming of being human, that was just outright bizarre. That it would be a recurring dream seemed too much to entertain. Garrus had wanted nothing more than to get out of his armor and sleep for a few scarce hours, anticipating the pleasing quiet that came after the gentle hum of his door opening, and instead was greeted with a strange smell and a sudden lurching disquiet in all his limbs.

"Ah, hell-" He started turning quickly back to catch clumsily at the door handle with his now-human hand and found it locked. Of course. He cursed a few more times and kicked it once for good measure, which hurt far more than he had anticipated and he swore and stumbled back.

"This is- Not funny!" he shouted, knowing he'd sound crazy or like an idiot to anyone who came across him. With no reassurance that his sanity wasn't totally slipping, he didn't care too much. He didn't even have a side-arm on him, let alone his Mantis, and clad in nothing but casual dress, stripped of armor and exoskeletal bone structure, he felt intensely vulnerable and therefor cranky.

Jun. 30th, 2013 06:25 pm
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Where the universe is concerned, Olaf doesn't generally question its choices. Bad things happen. Good things happen. Strange things happen, but usually it all fits together in the larger pieces of the puzzle. It's why he doesn't really do so much more than shrug when instead of walking into Mike's bar, he walks into a party in full swing where he doesn't recognize a single guest.

It's not like this is the first time it's happened to Olaf. Generally, him recognizing someone in a crowd full of people is usually a start. Still, he has learned to go with the stranger events in the universe and no one's died as a result of this little left turn, so he grabs the joint he'd tucked away behind his ear and drifts into the throng of people, observing the summer-like nature of the party from the vibrant drinks to the decorations to the clothes everyone's wearing. Really, this could very well still be Auckland for all he knows and whatever he took earlier had been laced stronger than usual, but Olaf's sort of getting the feeling there's more to it than that.

With no shoes and a Hawaiian shirt fit for a king, Olaf feels like he fits right into the breezy, summer theme of the party around him. He might not know how he got here, but Olaf's never turned down a good party. This one holds a great deal of promise.


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