[ OPEN ] A human, a turian, and a quarian walk into a bar. The volus just walks under it.

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WHO: Commander Shepard
WHERE: All over!
WHEN: Any time in March
WHAT: March catch-all. Biotic-ing, gymming & star gazing
WARNINGS: None yet!

01. Nonah

Wandering aimlessly isn't something Shepard is very good at. To be without a purpose, a task, even the rigid structure of the Alliance, is something that doesn't feel as freeing as maybe he once might have imagined. He'd given up on walking around after he'd found himself feeling no better, instead claiming a table outside a busy looking coffee place and making the metal-framed chair he's sitting on look tiny and almost comical.

Turning his attention to something he can actually work on, he's got the communicator given to him on his arrival laid flat out on the table top, his eyes flicking between it and the omni-tool he's got powered up around his forearm. The blade attachment is very firmly turned off, something which was an easy decision considering he's acutely aware of how many civilians are around.

The coffee he ordered is almost cold, forgotten about and simply an accessory to the table as he pours his attention into trying to hook up the information from the communicator to the omni-tool. Something familiar wouldn't go amiss here. The sound of somebody yelling from up above yanks his attention away from the task at hand, eyes seeking out the source and brain catching up after. Less than a split-second after that and the tell-tale blue glow of biotic energy has enveloped the falling pot-plant, suspending it temporarily midair above the sidewalk and over the heads of the people down on the street below.



02. The gym @ any city

Shepard doesn't like taking things for granted. Too much has happened for him to not appreciate the fact that he can actually walk into a gym on his own two feet, only a little sore and achy from the injuries he arrived with. There's a whole bunch of thoughts that keep circling his head about how exactly that's possible, but this seems like the best place to clear his mind and get his endorphins flowing. Working out had always been a crucial part of his active military service, something that kept him fit and able to fight in his armor. Maybe he needs that routine, that commitment to something, back in his life.

Sitting astride a rowing machine in dark gray shorts and a black tee with DRV Games emblazoned on the back (the only top he could find that actually fits him), he wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of one forearm and works hard to catch his breath. With a towel draped over the machine next to him, he only belatedly realizes that he's in somebody's way.

"Sorry, that's mine," he says with an apologetic smile at his lips as he reaches out to tug the towel off the machine next to him, freeing it up for whoever wants to use it.



03. Star gazing @ any city park

Existing in civilian clothes is something that Commander John Shepard isn't the most familiar with. It feels strangely uncomfortable to not be wearing either the starched, rigid press of an Alliance uniform or his armor, laden with weapons and a constant stream of information delivered via his omni-tool. His omni-tool is all but defunct here but he keeps checking it as if it's suddenly going to feed him information direct from the Normandy.

So, in the casual looking white tee, jeans and leather jacket, he feels loose, lazy, and a little weak. Outwardly, he looks just as uncomfortable, sitting as he is on a park bench and gazing up at the sky growing ever darker as dusk falls. Soon he'll be able to see the stars and that in itself is enough to keep him where he is, even in the crisp, slightly chilled air.

He's still looking up at the sky when a blur of movement passes by in front of him on the path. The sound of something dropped is unmistakable, and his eyes snap to the ground in front of his feet as he realizes it must belong to the passer-by.

"Excuse me?" he calls after the rapidly retreating back, already leaning forward to pick up what's been left behind. "You dropped your..."



04. Wildcard - hit me up with your ideas!