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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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Human female, youngish looking, he thought. Younger than Chawkwas by a lot, younger than Shepard by... an indeterminate amount. It occurred to Garrus that humans aged weirdly, when so much of their life experience was written in their demeanor and eyes more than anything else.

"Is 'pinching' supposed to work?" he asked doubtfully. Fleshy pink-tipped fingers with no talons didn't seem like they were going to accomplish much. Then again, when curled into a single fist, he'd seen human fingers do some impressive damage.

"I think barreling over a table would do the job, if physical stimulus was required. Do you know what this place is?"

"Fancy free hotel in an alternate universe," April replied. It was the best and most succinct answer she had. "Welcome, konnichiwa, bonjour. Killer tattoos you've got there. Think you could stand that table back up again?"

She gave the sugar bowl in her hand a little shake to indicate that she'd like to set it down.

"...Nmmh," Garrus intoned, managing to sound both perturbed and deeply skeptical, "why don't I like the sound of that?"

He knelt, with a little teetering as he figured out how balancing that worked, and easily righted the table. Strength wasn't an issue, his musculature was plenty strong, it just had no armor to it at all. Other than the armor he was wearing, but that was hardly the same.

"Although the 'free' part isn't so bad, I didn't exactly bring a lot of credits along. But that's assuming this isn't all a terrible hallucination, which I'm not-" he said, steadying the table before stepping back from it, gingerly, waiting for it to spontaneously flip over on itself again.

".....entirely convinced of."

"You don't like the sound of it because, one, it makes no sense, and two, it's too good to be true," April supplied as she carefully slid the sugar bowl back onto the righted table. She began to instinctively pick up the other scattered items, but was immediately waved away by two hotel staff who swooped in for clean up.

"So, what are you?" she asked the guy instead, stepping aside and motioning to the armor. "Some kind of space soldier?"

Garrus blinked, momentarily taken aback, then looked down at his armor. It was extremely well made, if patterned after standard issue Turian military. One of the more recognizable designs in the galaxy. He looked back up at the girl.

"An officer with the Turian military, yes. In the middle of a somewhat pressing situation, as it happens," he added, looking slightly agitated. He needed to figure out how to leave.

"What are you?"

"A high school student," April easily replied, even though it didn't apply so much just then.

"Sorry about the pressing situation," she added, and then pointed behind the guy to the far wall. "You should try a door and see if it gets you back there. To the pressing situation. It didn't work for me, but I was only taking a bathroom break when I got here, so not so pressing."

"A door," he echoed, and looked the way she pointed.

"...I will. Whether this is real or not, and I'm leaning toward 'not', I have to be somewhere. There's- Well. I have to be somewhere." It struck him that he'd skipped a step and he looked back to the little red haired human.

"Thank you for the suggestion. My name is Garrus Vakarian, by the way."