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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.

Jan. 3rd, 2014 02:30 am
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In hindsight it had probably been just a matter of time before Tali's shiny new immune system found something it couldn't combat. She'd spent a week hiding in her room, scarcely getting out of bed unless it was to shuffle to the bathroom. Her research lead her to believe that it was most likely a virus, and the only real solution was to wait it out and treat the symptoms.

Tali would have been able to do that if a) she were still in a quarian body and b) had access to the fleet's medical supplies, but alas, she didn't have a clue how to treat human ailments and annoyances like queasy stomachs and fever chills and aching limbs and stuffy noses. Her only experience with sickness was as a quarian, and quarian anatomy was quite different.

So she researched more, and when her fever broke and she felt well enough to drag herself downstairs, she acquired a bowl of chicken soup, a glass of ginger ale, and a sleeve of saltine crackers. With her nose so stuffy, she could barely taste anything but a vague saltiness, though the warmth of the soup did seem to soothe the rawness in her throat, and the ginger ale calmed her stomach. Now if there was only something she could about the irritated glances she kept getting everything she had to cough into a napkin or blow her nose, other than try to look apologetic and pitiable.

"Maybe I should have tried the hot toddy instead," she murmured thoughtfully, using her spoon to poke at a chunk of carrot floating in her soup. "At least then I'd be a little drunk."

[[poor alien girl is sick, feel free to give her advice, pity, or treat her like she's plague-ridden]]


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A large, decorative sign situated prominantly in the lobby reads:

The Nexus Hotel
proudly presents its
ANNUAL HALLOWEEN GALA

Formal Reception
Nexus Dining Hall
6 PM - Midnight

Monster Mixer
Nexus Basement
8 PM - 2 AM

Masquerade attire recommended for all guests


Most of the chairs have been removed from the Dining Hall to allow for ballroom-style dancing to the orchestra set up on the far end of the room. A polished cherry wood open bar is aligned along one wall. The adjacent Bistro is open for the duration of the formal reception, serving gourmet hors d'oeuvres.

Downstairs, the basement's largest storeroom has been converted into a spooky nightclub, complete with DJ, dance floor and cocktails.

Sep. 16th, 2013 08:18 pm
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The first thing that Tali became aware of, even before the drastic visual shift in her surroundings registered, or the sharp shift in her suit's filters to compensate for the dramatic change in atmosphere, was that her hands and feet were suddenly very, very uncomfortable. It took only a few seconds for her to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the suit, nor did she appear to be wounded, but her fingers felt stiff and awkward as if her gloves were constricting around them.

She only had a few seconds to worry about her hands, however, because this room was not the engineering bay of the Normandy SR-2. It looked much more like a room on board the Citadel, but nicer by far than any of the places that Tali had ever been allowed, and even then, not the same. The air filters on her suit adjusted to her sudden, desperate need to draw in breath after breath as she forced her stiff and awkward fingers to key in some commands on her omni-tool. "Tali'Zorah to the Normandy. Normandy please respond. Joker? Joker, this is not amusing, what have you done? Agh, you little...bosh'tet! EDI!" With a frustrated snarl, Tali sealed off the area around her wrists so that she could remove her glove--given the choice between spiking a fever and her fingers ripping off of her hand, she would take the fever--but when she pulled the material away from her fingers, she could only stare. Five slender digits flexed and curled when Tali commanded them to, a thumb and four fingers instead of two.

"Oh, keelah," Tali murmured, using her shaking alien hand to remove the other glove to see if the set was matched. It was. Unfortunately that knowledge did not make her feel any better. "Oh, please let this be a fever. A terrible, hallucination inducing fever."

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