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I didn’t mean to draw Traynor next, but listen. listen. Traynor.
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Sooo...I still need to make a new promo and things, but today is three years since I made my original blog for Sam! I really want to celebrate by at least starting to be active here again (even if it’s more towards semi-active because I have two other RP blogs lol).
I am dropping all previous threads. If we had one you want to continue, IM me - I’ll probably say yes, but I’m more interested in writing new material now.
For that reason, consider this a plotting call!
((For those curious: I’m expecting to come back to writing Sam in 2-4 weeks depending on how classes go and how impatient I get. :P I miss you all, but I’m wrestling coursework and juggling my DARP blogs, and I want to get both of those things under control first.
Also, December 18 will be three years since I started writing Sam. Holy shit. How did that even happen?))
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SQUEALS AND HUGS ON EVERYONE
I MISSED YOU LET’S PLAY CAH SOMETIME
Been thinking about coming back to playing Sam...is anyone still out there?
This has been a celebration of Samantha Traynor’s war face.
Further breakdown about dealing with spiders on the Normandy, because apparently this is the scenario i’ve decided to dedicate my life to.
Designated Spider Killers:
Ashley and Kaidan are both the safest bet when it comes to asking for help with the spiders. sometimes there’s mild complaint (especially with shepard, who never calls them at convenient times) but they’ll always come to the rescue
EDI never wanted to kill the spiders (she can classify which ones are venomous and which are not, and the non-threatening ones are good for the ship’s small ecosystem in a myriad of ways) but Joker can’t handle them being around so she obliges him
Zaeed won’t stop what he’s doing to go kill the spiders, but if he’s already in the room he squishes them with only minor amounts of grumbling
Wrex & Grunt are overkill. call in the the krogan if you want not only the spider wrecked, but also all of your belongings in a ten foot radius. There’s a dent in the wall of the mess hall where grunt got too excited one time
Jack will kill the spider for you, but she gets to make fun of you for it while she does so, as payment
Spiders can’t do calculus and so Mordin has no problems catching them and using them for science
Samara kills the spider and then gives you a small lecture about moral codes in relation to how lesser organic creatures are treated
Can’t and Won’t:
Miranda tries to stay collected and can handle being near the spiders but as soon as it comes to squishing them she’s out
Tali'zorah is on the table screaming. she won’t get down. the spider’s been dead for ten minutes but unless you can show her the body she’s not moving
Garrus gets anxious and starts to ramble. whoever he’s with has to keep from laughing at his plight as they take care of the spider for him
Both Kasumi and Jacob are too sweet to want the spiders dead. Jacob wishes there was another way to get rid of the tiny monsters, but where are they going to put it? out the airlock? Kasumi sends them Mordin’s way at first, until she realizes that they’ll only live a little bit longer with him
Joker makes increasingly flimsy excuses as to why he can’t kill the spider right now, until EDI comes and deals with it
Liara is curious about the spiders and asks someone to explain them to her, but after their novelty has worn off she gets very tired of cleaning all the cobwebs off her equipment
Vega is on the table with Tali
Goes out of their way to save the spiders:
Thane has been asked to kill so many things, but now he’s working towards a better way of life. please. let him rest.
Legion has surmised that the little organic invaders pose no threat, and the way spiders build webs is interesting to them, so they live together in harmony. the AI room becomes a safe zone for spiders everywhere
Sam grew up on Horizon, where “small spider” translates to “about a foot long.” She just looks oddly at the person who called her for a long moment before squishing it.

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“A Late Night Encounter.”|| Shepard and Traynor
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One of the many things a soldier is taught after having to go through mandatory counseling is how to deal with nightmares, and how not to deal with them. Everyone is different, and not everything works for everyone, so it’s up to each one to come up with their own method to cope. As Shepard was just getting over the shaking, skin sticky with a cold sweat and knuckles aching from how hard she clenched them, she went through her own methods. She started with push ups, sit ups, burpees and spider crawls. She did it until she could only feel the ache in her muscles, and then she took a very brief, cold shower to try and shock herself away from her visions. Normally, that would solve the issue, but as she stepped out and re-clothed herself she still felt quite uneasy, the entire room closing in around her. So, she went with her next best option, and left.
She took her time heading toward the common area of the ship, not caring if one of her marines on guard saw her in the simple tanktop and pants she adorned rather than her uniform. It was the graveyard shift, and any marines up at that point couldn’t care less about what their commander was wearing or up to. She began to head towards the mess, when she heard someone shuffling about, and the sweet scent of chocolate filled her nose. She peeked slowly, surprised to see her comm specialist up at such a late hour. She was still too tired to really question it, though, still trying to gather herself. She walked into the space, heading toward a small regulation coffee dispenser, hoping that in her desperation it would taste less… terrible. “Evening, Traynor…” she greeted, filling up a cup with the powder and hot water mixture that attempted to pass as coffee that only Alliance crew could really appreciate.
“Hello, Commander.”
The specialist nodded, trying to muster up politeness. Exhaustion on top of humiliation made it difficult to want to talk with anyone right now, but...well, if she had to meet someone in the mess right now, Shepard was probably the best choice. Being one of the only people who didn’t sleep in the crew quarters meant she was also one of the only people not privy to Samantha’s rather undignified wakeup a few minutes ago, courtesy of bad memories that wound their way into dreams.
Well, unless EDI told her. But even if she had, the commander would understand, wouldn’t she? It was no secret that Shepard wasn’t a big fan of sleep. Although...well, she didn’t wake half the crew screaming nonsensically about things that had happened months ago. Sam frowned into her cup. Better not to think about that now, or she’d wind herself in circles.
“I have more hot cocoa mix, if you wanted some,” she said, as much to fill the silence as to be polite. “You’d be doing me a favor, really. If I tried to finish it all off by myself, I’d end up with terrible cavities.”
((Today’s the day I headcanoned as Sam’s birthday back when I started the blog...
Happy -143rd, kiddo. I won’t pretend my activity or MERP’s is anywhere near where it used to be, but I’ll see about doing some long-delayed replies. Writing you for your birthday is a fine gift, right?))
APRIL 11, 2154
Like You See on TV ((Sam/Jenna))
Jenna looked at the picture, the images of the happy, excited kids, and she tried to laugh and the sound rocketed out of her almost like a sob, her voice cracking. “God…look at that,” she murmured shakily. “If you’d told me when I was their age one day people’d send me things like that, I’d’ve fuckin’ laughed in their faces…”
Somehow this felt more unreal than ever, seeing these pictures, like all her history with war and violence and anger was crashing in on her and spitting her out the other side, bewildered and a little lost. It wasn’t a bad feeling by any stretch of the imagination…but it was certainly bizarre.
“Y’know…” she murmured abruptly, closing her eyes and resting her head against Sam’s. “I haven’t the foggiest fuckin’ idea how to be a civilian…” She grinned crookedly, nudging Sam in the ribs. “You may have t’ give me some instruction…”
The truth was, Sam hardly remembered how to be a civilian herself. It might have only been a year since she’d started work on the front lines, but it felt more like centuries. Incredible how quickly one’s mindset changed...
But she didn’t say so. Since the end of the war, Jenna’s smiles had been few and far between. She couldn’t cut this one short by stopping the happy moment in its tracks. And so the younger woman allowed herself to relax, setting her worries aside just for now, while they opened card after card.
“We’ll sort it out together. Just like everything else.”
She picked up one of the cards and held it against the wall almost idly. “We could put some of these up if you like. It might make things feel, well, a bit less hospital-like. I’m sure no one would mind.”
But we’re at the end of the line now. There’s NOWHERE left to run.
And there’s something almost comforting in that.

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A smile, followed by a glimmer of amusement, found it’s way through the cloud of confusion. Something in the Specialist’s reaction caused her to relax. The other woman had a way of concentrating that Adriana found intriguing. Samantha’s question pulled at her attention and Adriana swallowed her uncertainty; grateful for the change in subject. Shifting again in her seat she cleared her throat and tried to concentrate on the game between them; looking between the game board and the datapad in her hand. “I… have not.” A blush colours the Commander’s cheeks. This is kind of my first real game… “I read about a few strategies on the extranet. Though… reading about them probably pales in comparison to actually playing.” She trailed off, somewhat embarrassed about her lack of experience. She chewed her lip before tapping on one of her knights to indicate its movement and watched the corresponding holo piece as it moved.
Samantha nodded, holding back a grin. “A bit, yes. Although it isn’t unhelpful.” She’d been known to do the same thing, after all, especially before tournaments. Now and then it had given her a leg up.
The younger woman examined her datapad, studying it for longer than was strictly necessary before she moved a piece. While she wasn’t about to throw the game, nor did she want to seem as though she was showing off.
“In any event,” she went on, “you’ve got real-world expertise. I imagine that helps a bit, being able to imagine it all as though it’s on the battlefield.”
THE ARCHER will avenge those slain by the SCORPION’S STING.