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maskormenacelogs2019-11-11 01:46 am
cannotrest) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-11-11 01:46 am
one more hill to take
WHO: Ashley Williams and you (open)
WHERE: Jeopardy suburbia, Ted Kord Memorial Centre in Heropa, and wherever
WHEN: early November
WHAT: late ghost, late N7 Day, wildcardin'
WARNINGS: I see dead parent
After getting lured onto a train to the stars by the ghosts of her old unit, Ashley's first inclination when she sees shimmering blue people out and about in Jeopardy on her very early morning run (living in a time zone later than the one she works in is a pain) is to call it in to her team.
(It's been a month now since they've seen Jacob. How strange that it might now really be her (and Darin's) team.)
"Morning, Helix Station," she says into her phone, still one to hold it up to her ear rather than use the mental network or her synthesis. "I'm getting more potential ghosts in..."
Her phone clatters on the ground as a man in his fifties comes towards her, his features similar to hers but more pronounced and with a blue spectral glow instead of the green circuitry in her skin, wearing a navy blue military PT uniform.
"Mija," he says warmly. "And to think you used to complain about getting up early. ¿Me podrÃa decir la hora?"
"Dad?"
All the ghosts lately and this dangerous, multiverse-affecting plan on the horizon give her the feeling that it's probably time to deal with a particular piece of her world that had made its way to her here months before she could confirm its meaning in her home universe. She spent so long here wondering if Shepard's memorial wall name plate meant that she was dead, and then she was back on the Normandy, and one thing passed on from the Reapers across that strange neural network was that Shepard had sacrificed herself to make that network, this change across the universe possible so they could live in harmony.
Without a Normandy here, or her Shepard ever being in this world, it feels a little odd taking the "Commander Shepard" name plate into the Memorial Center, but it's the best she's got to remember her Shepard in. She takes a bouquet, too, for Jacob and young Sara Ryder, and various positive news clippings about Jacob and Aegis Force.
Jacob had set up a little memorial to old crewmates who had been here before her time. When she finds it, she kneels down in front of it to place her offerings and, as usual, study his photo from the party they'd had here. Jacob, whom she'd met only a few times at home but who became one of her best friends and her commander here. A male Shepard. A Kaidan who'd lived. Her alien friends - she'd made friends with aliens even when she'd thought they'd have nothing in common. People she knew only through her friends' stories, but who had helped some variation on Shepard.
Sara would have liked them, these people from their shared home, even though she was a Pathfinder in some farflung galaxy.
She sits in silence for a time as if in prayer, not feeling she needs to say anything to them aloud and also lacking the words to, until eventually, she begins to recite: "Half a league, half a league, half a league onward, all in the valley of Death rode the six hundred."
She'll also be spending more time at a Catholic church in Heropa and actively checking in with Aegis agents making sure they're okay, but I'm good for her just about anywhere!
WHERE: Jeopardy suburbia, Ted Kord Memorial Centre in Heropa, and wherever
WHEN: early November
WHAT: late ghost, late N7 Day, wildcardin'
WARNINGS: I see dead parent
November 2nd: Jeopardy suburbia
After getting lured onto a train to the stars by the ghosts of her old unit, Ashley's first inclination when she sees shimmering blue people out and about in Jeopardy on her very early morning run (living in a time zone later than the one she works in is a pain) is to call it in to her team.
(It's been a month now since they've seen Jacob. How strange that it might now really be her (and Darin's) team.)
"Morning, Helix Station," she says into her phone, still one to hold it up to her ear rather than use the mental network or her synthesis. "I'm getting more potential ghosts in..."
Her phone clatters on the ground as a man in his fifties comes towards her, his features similar to hers but more pronounced and with a blue spectral glow instead of the green circuitry in her skin, wearing a navy blue military PT uniform.
"Mija," he says warmly. "And to think you used to complain about getting up early. ¿Me podrÃa decir la hora?"
"Dad?"
N7 DayNovember 7th: Ted Kord Memorial Centre, Heropa
All the ghosts lately and this dangerous, multiverse-affecting plan on the horizon give her the feeling that it's probably time to deal with a particular piece of her world that had made its way to her here months before she could confirm its meaning in her home universe. She spent so long here wondering if Shepard's memorial wall name plate meant that she was dead, and then she was back on the Normandy, and one thing passed on from the Reapers across that strange neural network was that Shepard had sacrificed herself to make that network, this change across the universe possible so they could live in harmony.
Without a Normandy here, or her Shepard ever being in this world, it feels a little odd taking the "Commander Shepard" name plate into the Memorial Center, but it's the best she's got to remember her Shepard in. She takes a bouquet, too, for Jacob and young Sara Ryder, and various positive news clippings about Jacob and Aegis Force.
Jacob had set up a little memorial to old crewmates who had been here before her time. When she finds it, she kneels down in front of it to place her offerings and, as usual, study his photo from the party they'd had here. Jacob, whom she'd met only a few times at home but who became one of her best friends and her commander here. A male Shepard. A Kaidan who'd lived. Her alien friends - she'd made friends with aliens even when she'd thought they'd have nothing in common. People she knew only through her friends' stories, but who had helped some variation on Shepard.
Sara would have liked them, these people from their shared home, even though she was a Pathfinder in some farflung galaxy.
She sits in silence for a time as if in prayer, not feeling she needs to say anything to them aloud and also lacking the words to, until eventually, she begins to recite: "Half a league, half a league, half a league onward, all in the valley of Death rode the six hundred."
wildcard
She'll also be spending more time at a Catholic church in Heropa and actively checking in with Aegis agents making sure they're okay, but I'm good for her just about anywhere!