i'm the boss, ceo, queen if you're being dramatic (
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- agent carolina | cr au,
- agent south dakota | cr au,
- agent washington | cr au,
- agent york | cr au,
- alistair,
- america,
- arthur | cr au,
- canada | au,
- commander james shepard,
- commander raquel shepard,
- conner kent,
- dave strider,
- dirk strider,
- dun xiahou,
- flash thompson,
- garrus vakarian,
- ino yamanaka | cr au,
- isabela,
- jack | cr au,
- julian sark,
- kaidan alenko,
- liara t'soni,
- maeby funke,
- marian hawke,
- mordin solus,
- morrigan,
- naruto uzumaki,
- peter petrelli,
- randolph lyall,
- shea | oc,
- solona amell,
- steve rogers,
- thane krios,
- tim drake,
- tony foster,
- tony stark
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.
ooc notes
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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.
ooc notes
You’re free to expand past the landing area, but please start all threads here. Please remember that your character will not have housing until Aria makes a post granting it; it’ll be on
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:'3 yes she is
Good. I need to get off this hot mess of a rock and back to my kids. Who knows what crap Rodriguez is off wandering stupidly into.
[ There's a snort of a laugh and she smirks in good nature. Bless you, Shepard. ]
I'll live. At least you're still hot. [ And her gaze slides over to the fenced off areas. ] As soon as Aria lets us out of being fenced in like cattle.
Re: :'3 yes she is
And at any other time he'd probably have another retort for that remark about how he's still hot, but she reminds him that Aria's still in charge and likely holding the best chance of them getting off the station.]
Knowing my luck, she's found something else she needs my help with. I'm not in the mood for negotiations today.
no subject
And eyebrow arches at that. ]
That's new. [ The Shepard she knows was also Give Long Talks First, Shoot Later. She can't say she's really against this new theory though. ]
Enjoy whatever new bitch detail she puts you on. Let me know if you need someone to smear people into walls. Not like I've got much on my schedule right now.
no subject
He nods and is about to tell her not to get into any trouble while giving her some light orders on gathering intel herself, but he's still got a question.]
How did you recognize me?
Without the rack, I mean.
[If Shepard is a chick where Jack is from, how the hell did she know who he was?]
no subject
I've met a dude Shepard before.
[ Ah, this is the part where she gets to sound crazy. But, well, it is what it is and Shepard will think whatever he wants. ]
I got taken to another place that had the whole dimension bleeding thing going on. Looks like it followed me home.
no subject
[Cue a raised eyebrow. If he hadn't seen some shit in his lifetime, he'd probably have more of a reaction to that sort of info.
But he's already talked with Liara and with everything else that's gone on today, maybe what Jack says isn't so crazy.]
Makes perfect sense.
no subject
[ She snorts, realizing it sounds ridiculous, but, welp, it is what it is. ]
And wait 'til I tell you about the little singing munchkin people and the wizard that told me to click my heels three times and chant 'there's no place like home'. [ Obviously sarcasm. Because it's said in the same voice a twelve year old would use. ]