outsiderslogs | intro log

who. everyone!
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now

You’re not sure how it happened.

A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.

You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.

You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.

Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.

Welcome to Omega.

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[while he more than knows that shepard should be used to this level of bullshit from him, he'd been thinking that he'd get more of a response than that.

oh well. time to shrug and move on. ~~kanyeshrug~~

and even though he doesn't want an answer, joker has one.] Uh .. dunno if you've noticed, Commander, but .. things haven't exactly been easy for you since you started trying to convince the Council that the Reapers were real. You're boned on luck.

[He'd humor you some more, Joker, but there's a lot of shit on the line and he's already seem some weird crap with half the other crewmembers.]

Don't remind me.

[No really, don't.]

So we're stuck and half the crew doesn't even recognize me. All we need is a few Reapers shooting at us and we can call it a day.

[yeah, well, he'll take what little humor he can get, because right now, he's thinking they both might need it.

he shrugs again, waving it off and dropping the topic, and - wait. the crew doesn't recognize him? what the fuck?

joker turns to face shep fully again, squinting at him.] .. How the hell do they not recognize you? I mean .. okay so you've got a few more scars than - huh.

[wheels are starting to turn in his head, and he finds himself squinting at shepard just a little more. there's a second of silence, and then he shakes his head.] Great. Just friggin' great. I know why they don't recognize you.

[Shepard raises an eyebrow at the scrutiny and leans back a bit, folding his arms across his chest. He's gotten the rundown from Liara about the alternate universes and confirmed it himself with a few of the crew already, but now he's got to hear it from Joker.

This will be interesting.]

Enlighten me.

[joker might usually make it a point to drag this out as much as he can - but he can tell that the commander isn't exactly in the mood for jokes right now, and he coughs into his hand, shakes his head.]

You're not their Commander, man .. not the one they know. And -

[okay so here he's pausing, something in his chest tightening because he'd really wanted this to work. wanted this to be legit.] You're not mine, either.

[There's a deadpan look for a moment that softens somewhat, somewhat. Renegade Shep, he doesn't really ever show his emotions, but he can't help the tiny crack in his armor at finding out that Joker isn't from his universe too. He really doesn't know if anybody is yet even if some of them recognize him.

Joker is proof that he might look the same somewhere else but not be the same.]

You're sure? You recognized me.

[Poker face is back on though.]

[ah, renegade shep .. the guy that gives no fucks about what he says or how he gets things done as long as they get done. his own shep errs more on the paragon side, but he'd had his moments - and the knowledge that this isn't him has the pilot feeling like he's a little bit out of place.

because he can deal with the rest of the crew, from wherever or whenever they came from, but shepard .. well. loyalty never really dies, no matter what happens.]

You look like him, like I said - but the scars tipped me off. So you either opted not to get them fixed when the good doctor said you were able, or you're a dick.

[yeah, he just had to say that.] So far, I can't tell much difference between you two. I'd be surprised to find out that you got drunk with your pilot while playing poker one night, though.

[because that was fun, damn it.]

[Right. The scars. Yeah, they sometimes come and go depending on his mood (crazy Bioware). He listens to Joker's explanation. So in some other universe Shepard is still a man, unlike in Liara's universe, but he's a bit nicer... or something?

He does smirk a little though. Shepard might be a different Shepard than Joker is used to, but Joker is still good ole Joker.]

I've always been able to drink you under the table, Flight Lieutenant.

[~~bioware y u crazy tho.~~ yeah, you've pretty much got the gist of it, shep .. you look exactly like the one he knows save for the scars, but -

yeah, all right, that comment has a smile coming back into place. this might not be his particular shepard, but .. he's pretty damn close.] Have you? I don't think I remember that.

[make that smile a smirk and we're calling it a day here, thanks so much.]

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i was going to quote meatloaf lyrics at you but i realized it wouldn't have been appropriate. :c

lmao i can only imagine

a sad day in my rp life.

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brb feels.

all the feels plus i'm late SORRY BRO

it's all good dude stuff happens.