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Question for everyone. How should one react when all of your dead friends, and your dead parents, come back to life? Asking for a friend.

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â The Night Ends // Event Closed: @ductilesuit
As the evening continued, the vibrant atmosphere intensified. The endless food stalls lining against every street still scented the air with whatever cuisine was displayed on the table. The people showed no signs of boredom, only faces of content and bliss.Â
The only one to be lost within her own trance was the commander. Having satiated the hunger that wrecked havoc within her stomach, she settled deeper into the bench, cradling a beer bottle in her hands. Thanks to anxious thoughts, her mind retreated into an sense of isolation. She felt utterly out of place, something completely unusual. Perhaps it was homesickness? Or exhaustion?
Lost in thought, her hands unconsciously tilted forward. The bottle now at a dangerous angle, a thin golden stream began to trickle out. It continued spilling until Shepard had formed a small pool between her feet. By then, an unfamiliar voice interrupted her blank state.
Her gaze immediately snapped towards the voiceâs source, âIâm sorry, what?â
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Walking through the city streets, Gin would hold some curiosity to this day. It was curious to see a celebration of life, but it was even more curious to see the faces that were out to celebrate and remember. Call it lucky or unlucky, but the ex-captain did not have anyone in his life to really remember in such a way. Sure, he could nitpick and say that he had a peculiar kitty cat he could remember. If he wanted to go that far, he had two of them. How he could remember both hellcats. At least one wasnât wanting to stab him repeatedly.Â
One person came to view, and Gin wondered of this one. She seemed to be some sort of officer by her attire. In that case, it would be natural to have someone to remember if you are on the field of battle. Whether she did or not, he didnât know. He wouldnât know either unless he began to dig around.
âHeya ~ Enjoyinâ the festivities?â he would ask aloud to see if the otherâs attention would be grabbed.
Upon seeing a grinning man approach her, she repeated the same gesture. She shrugged in reply to his question as her lips lifted into a smile.Â
âI think itâs relaxing, and kinda fun. Definitely a nice surprise from our so-called overlords.â
Despite her casual grin, her posture remained guarded. One could never be too cautious. Not to mention the many times sheâs been shot at, as evident of the worn markings on her armor. Still, a sense of loneliness crawled under her skin. She was trapped in a sea of strangers. She was the only evidence that her world existed. Having adjusted to the presence of her friends, finding herself without them felt completely bizarre.
Her fingers ran through her fiery red mane as she broke through her train of thought. Now was not the time. Not while she was in the public eye.
âHow about yourself, Mr. ?â
â Something to Forget // Event Closed: @shorasenani
That boy...
Since the pilgrimage at the Memorial Garden, her mind always returned to the boy from Earth. She had been incapable of decent sleep since witnessing his murder. He was the catalyst, the trigger to the degradation of her mental health as his death infected her dreams. She could still recreate that horrific scene, the anger and regret still clinging to those memories.Â
She watched the survivors frantically climb into Alliance rescue ships as Reaper forces descended deeper into the city. Then she saw him there among the masses. He was so afraid and confused and lost. He looked up, and saw the red-haired woman from earlier. She had tried to coax him out of hiding earlier, yet the fear prevented him. As the soldiers called for, he quickly scrambled into the last remaining ship. He would be taken away from this scary place and be safe. But then a flash of red, and--
Time and time she attempted to forget, only for the nightmares to return with increased frequency. It was far too painful to confront, and years of suppressing horrid events convinced her to continue with the habit. Yet this time the agony was much too strong. She could feel her heart race at an incredible speed and her skin paled by the minute.
What was happening to her? Shepard attempted to draw breath, and found herself choking instead. Her surroundings immediately blurred into a disorganized palette of color. Assaulted by the rush of vertigo, the commander dropped to one knee and clutched at her head.
Oh god make it stop!
â Letâs Eat! // Event Closed:Â @havvwah
A pleasant vibe washed over the wards as residents lounged around in energetic conversations or partaking in the incredible feast laid before them. Thankful for the scientistsâ mercy, they happily indulged in the festivities without any concerns. Excluding a certain redhead, of course. Picking at her own plate of various snacks, her hardened emerald eyes observed the crowds for any unpleasant individuals. Everything was peaceful until her gaze settled on a pair.Â
The young lady sitting on a bench held an annoyed expression whereas the man standing before her displayed rather aggressive gestures. It would seem she wouldnât be able to enjoy the festivities just yet. Holding tightly onto her plate, Shepard swiftly marched towards them.Â
âKasumi, is that really you?!â she shouted at the girl.
Feigning a surprised expression, she rushed towards her with an energetic smile. The delinquent peered over his shoulder with a scowl, however the commander was prepared for him. Her movements remained calm and composed. Her face revealed nothing other than the artificial persona she had crafted just moments before.Â
âOh my god, it really is you! Itâs me, Shepard! From that time we met in Mindoir?â she briefly turned towards the man, âIf you donât mind, Iâd like to chat with my friend here. I havenât seen her in nearly 15 years.â
She offered an apologetic smile while waving her hand dismissively. Settling into the empty seat besides the young lady, Shepard swiftly engaged her in the false reunion. To say the delinquent was displeased was an understatement. At first it seemed he would attempt to engage the commander, though simply scoffed and walked elsewhere.
Despite her friendly words, her eyes followed the man until he disappeared into corner. She instantly breathed a sigh of relief--She wasnât energetic enough to engage in combat at the moment.Â
âI hope you werenât offended by me barging in like that,â she scratched at her cheek sheepishly, âIâm sure you could have handled that, but it felt wrong of me to just stand back and watch.â

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â Remember the Dead // Event Closed: @laesocorde
In all honesty, the commander questioned as to her presence here. As the event laid in place for the third night commenced, an overwhelming sense of dread fell upon her shoulders. Tonight was meant to remember lost loved ones. Scribbling unspoken thoughts and prayers to send offshore, guided by the warm lanternâs light.Â
And it sickened her.Â
To clarify, Shepard found the event itself extremely thoughtful. Residents were offered an opportunity to reach out to friends and families--A rarity for the scientists to provide. However remembering her own comrades sent her stomach churning with anxiety. She immediately recalled her nightmares, the twisted dark dreams that terrorized her every night. The shadows speaking in familiar voices, reminding her of their last moments in the land of the living. Every death imprinted a memorable image in her mind as though teasing her.Â
Absentmindedly following the migration, she was caught unaware of a peculiar sight. Several paces ahead sauntered a young boy, and though that in itself wasnât too interesting, what followed next shocked her. He had abruptly halted in his tracks, his body standing unnaturally still. As though sensing her gaze, he spun in his tracks until she was able to observe his face.Â
It was him. The young boy from Earth.Â
Utterly baffled by his appearance, she instinctively took several steps backwards. Unfortunately she failed to notice the people behind her and clumsily stumbled into a stranger.Â
âSorry!â her frantic eyes peered over her shoulders, âI didnât mean to push into you like that.â
{Basically came back right in time for the event, so putting in a starter ad with a cap of 3! However before liking it, thereâs something Iâd like to point out.
Shepard suffers from PTSD due to the trauma she went through during her childhood, and her military career. Due to the nature of this event, she will be experiencing some of the symptoms. Also, she may or may not divulge into said trauma, which is pretty gruesome.Â
So thereâs a few ways these threads can go! Iâm hoping to develop her character more through this. However if youâd prefer to have Shepard in a support role through listening and offering advice or even just have a fun and light thread, please let me know!}
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 He scoffed at her attitude. Not offended, no, more amused than anything. It wasnât every day someone saw a guy as rough as Frank Castle, looked him in the eye, and straight sassed him like that. She had more balls than half the guys heâd met around here so far.
  âHappy juice, huh? Fair enough⌠never seen it that color before, thatâs all.â He went back to his food and coffee, sitting in silence for an uninterrupted moment before curiosity overtook him once again. âDoes it uh⌠does it taste any good?âÂ
Expectations hoping that would be the final interruption, the commander eagerly diverted her attention towards the steaming plate of steak and potatoes. Merely imagining the taste of actual beef caused her mouth to water tremendously.Â
At least until his voice perked up again.Â
âIt tastes...interesting?â her voice was notably less than convincing, âIâll be honest, itâs not something most Earth humans can handle. But itâs more potent than that watered-down stuff you guys drink.â
Cloud is here, Aerith is here, and so is Sephiroth now...Does that mean Spirale will have a Aerith Dies: The Squeaquel???
â A Piece of Home // Event Closed: @cogitabond
âSo youâre an A.I?â
Unbeknownst to her new acquaintance, the commander was overwhelmed with curious excitement. The study of artificial intelligence always enraptured her. In contrast to many of her peerâs apprehension or even irrational hatred, she quietly held sympathy for the synthetic race.
Imagine her surprise upon spotting one at the dance party? They were fairly easy to spot considering their unique appearance, and Shepard barely hesitated to strike a conversation. Their discussion rapidly gained speed as the A.I proved to be both friendly and somewhat talkative.Â
âSorry, I hope Iâm not offending you. I just donât get the chance to speak to an A.I that often.â
Her actions proved as such, since she had abandoned all desire to drink her weight in liquor and heat up the dance floor.Â

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â How About a Dance?// EVENTÂ CLOSED: @suplex51
Despite harboring dark sentiments towards the creators of Spirale, the commander had to commemorate their astounding efforts. She admittedly held reservations against the festival during the announcements. It was a natural instincts of hers to observe everything with a skeptical eye.
Yet arriving to the nightly dance party released all tension from her body. The scenery was near homogeneous to the nightclubs from her world (though unfortunately lacked asari dancers). Her feet immediately carried her to the bar and before the next song commenced, three glasses worth of liquor coursed through her body.Â
Longing emerald hues peered towards the dance floor. Either most recognized the song or was overwhelmed with boredom as many filled the space, swaying their bodies to the beat. Thatâs when Shepard made the ultimate decision to join the fun. Setting down the empty glass at the nearest table, she marched towards the center with the upmost confidence.
Despite receiving quizzical glances from some party-goers, she continued expressing her âuniqueâ style. Dancing had always been a favorite past time of hers and damn those that would take it away from her.Â
....Even if it appeared as though she came equipped with two left feet.
{AYYYY PARTY TIME!! Like this for an event thread with Shepard, with a cap of 2! Anywhere that sells alcohol, sheâll be there. But for the most part, sheâs just excited to try out all the activites there is to offer. Definitely beats being shot at all the time.}Â
â Love was a weakness, a trap. â
âI donât exactly agree with that. Sure, there are some negatives in loving someone. Betrayal, disrespect, abuse, and not to leaving yourself vulnerable to them. But there are also good things about love. Thereâs that intimate level of comfort you share, where you can reveal personal secrets. And if things in your life are tough, they will always be there to support you.â
âYou donât know unless you try, right?â
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âRight. Iâve seen them in movies,â and movies ONLY. Or Television shows. Those too. âWhat do you mean by capital planet? Like how the capital of France is Paris or the capital of the united states is DC?â What else could the lady possibly mean, right? Raising an eyebrow though, Annastasia huffs, âI can handle myself, you know?â Could she really though? Sheâs been here forâŚalmost  a month. At least it feels like it. She wasnât used to seeing what she was seeing with those eyes of herâs. âIâm not a kid, Iâm not scared.â She adds in to finish. Sheâs a little scared. Itâs not something she will admit at all.Â
âUh...something like that,â she scratched her cheek, pondering on how best to explain, âItâs the human homeworld since thatâs where our people began. But weâre actually spread all across the galaxy."
The commander chuckled softly at the girlâs adamant expression. Regardless she had already made her decision.
âNever said you were. Iâm sure youâre the toughest kid out there,â Shepard smiled warmly, careful to not offend the teen, âBut itâs always nice to have someone to talk to at least, right?â
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 Frank had to say, he liked Archimedes Ward. It was peaceful. A little fancy, sure, but it was a hell of a lot better than Golden, and a lot more his speed than Cotes. Fibonacci was decent, but if Frank had to pick a favorite, it was Archimedes.Â
 In particular, he liked walking the Star Trail. A lot of the food was fancy, supposed to be from everyoneâs individual worlds. Delicacies or something that you couldnât get anywhere else. Frank wasnât sure if it should really be considered a âdelicacyâ but he liked stopping in every now and again for a good old fashioned plate of bacon and eggs.Â
 Now, he wasnât one to judge people outwardly, but when he saw a woman with a cup full of something a color that looked like it belonged on a 13 year oldâs shirt, he couldnât help himself.
  âWhat is that?â He asked, blatantly peering into her cup. âLooks toxic.â
The restaurant in question was rather small, yet still filled with a decent quantity of customers curious of alien cuisine. To Shepard however, it became her favorite place in Spirale. She had wandered absentmindedly into the establishment, hungry yet without any particular foods in mind. Yet once she peeked at their menu, she was immediately gripped with longing for home.Â
And what better way to celebrate than with a glass of uncut Batarian ale?
The commander was careful in savoring each drop of the sickeningly green liquid. She was never too fond of consuming Earth liquor on a regular basis, finding them far too insipid for her palate. Sadly not everyone agreed as her blissful moment was interrupted by a stranger staring into her glass.
She met his scrutinizing face with a glare, âItâs called alcohol. Yâknow, the stuff that makes you do crazy things in the middle of the night? The happy juice?â

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the golden ward was known as a fun zone for quite a few reasons, and itâs abundance of bars was definitely one of those- what was it with people here that they all drank so much? says snake, an alcoholic.
he enters a bar of choice and upon noticing itâs full to the brim, he turns to a table for two that is already in use by a redhead, hoping she wouldnât mind.
âi come here often, i assume you do as wellâ
âwould you mind?â he sits down across her, sighing âthere arenât any free tablesâ
âDepends if youâre planning on shooting me anytime soon.â
It was true they were both regular patrons of this particular bar--She had seen him several times during her visits. Her emerald hues swiftly scanned their surroundings, noting how every chair in the room was occupied.Â
Unfortunately her dry humor was responded with an awkward silence. She brought a hand to massage the nape of her neck, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the comment.Â
âIâm kidding, go ahead,â she nodded at the chair across from her.
@cxmandius â ( sc )
Working at The Atlantis Lounge meant that he had a new place to drink at when he was off work and didnât feel like hanging around the few shady bars in the Golden Ward. It was a bit of a better company too; at the very least, few people here wanted to sock Jacob in the face the minute he opened his mouth ( probably because people here were a little too polite to do so ). It was a mostly quiet establishment and though the assassin himself was the rowdy kind, even he found solace in the quietness.
Of course, just because it was quieter than some of the other night clubs didnât mean that people werenât willing to mingle a little, and thatâs exactly where Jacob found himself - mingling with a commander. It started off as some small talk and then it worked its way to sharing stories with one another. Turns out, she was actually very good company to have.
   ââ So long story short, we never really found out if this Spring-Heeled    Jack guy was a âghostâ like many proclaimed. If you ask me, I think it    was just a guy with too much time on his hand. My sister would say    otherwise. And thatâs the story of why I now have to put âJacob Frye:    Ghost Hunterâ on my list of skills now. All because my sister told good    olâ Charlie that she believed in ghouls and goblins!â
Adapting to Spiraleâs serene environment proved to be an immense challenge. The disturbingly quiet nights troubled the commander, who accustomed to listening to the soft hum of the Normandy vessel as she slumbered. Whereas others may attempt some light reading or other distractions to cure restlessness, she found her time to be of better use at the Atlantis Lounge.Â
Typically Shepard kept to herself during these nights. She needed the solitude to cope with the disastrous events leading to her death. There were the hallucination and the disturbing dreams to ponder on as well. However it seemed tonight she would find herself with company.Â
Initially she was reluctant to engage in conversation. Yet as the discussion transitioned into story-sharing, the commanderâs tense composure loosened. He was an easy-going individual and thankfully didnât greet her with a gun to the face.
Upon the conclusion of his latest tale, Shepard unintentionally burst into laughter, âAll that trouble just to find out your ghost doesnât exist! Sounds like a good time to me.â
She paused to sip her drink, âThis is going to sound ridiculous to you but. What was it like living in London? I donât exactly have fond memories of that place.â