Jun 19, 2013
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"Well. This is a surprise. Now, which one are you? Mother or daughter?"
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Sir, we have found: ERROR UNKNOWN
"Well. This is a surprise. Now, which one are you? Mother or daughter?"
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[ message ] Pardon my assumption, Commander, but it has come to my attention that you are on the guest list for this evening's showing of Abukenti's Spring line. I was overjoyed to hear that we would be in the same place, and took the liberty of purchasing you a fine ensemble for the festivities. I look forward to seeing you -- ciao~
[MSG Re]: Ah, so of course you heard about that. Yes, I will be attending, much to my dismay but appearances, appearances, appearances.... Wait, you did what? Oh Morinth, at least allow me to pay back. The last thing I want is to be in your debt.
>USER K. SHEPARD HAS LOGGED IN
>USER K. SHEPARD HAS SET STATUS: AVAILABLE >VERBAL INPUT RECOGNIZED >USER HAS POSTED A MESSAGE: "No I'm not trying to post a fucking message. Reset. Reset. God dammit where is Garrus when I need this damn thing calibrated. Close program close program cancel message cancel canc-" >>PROCESSSING<< >BASED ON NEURAL PATTERNS AND VITAL SIGNS >SYSTEM RECOMMENDS CAUTION WHEN APPROACHING >AUTOMATIC USER STATUS OVERRIDE >SYSTEM HAS SET USER STATUS: DO NOT DISTURB
OH-MORINTH CROSSED YOUR PATH
The club is dark, thrumming with a pulse of it's own as the beat of the music shakes around her, shockwaving in a sturdy ribcage. She chose to don the pink wig that night, laying it flat atop her skull with bright locks framing her round face. But she's there for people watching, for a drink, and certainly not for business. Turians, Salarians, and Asari all catch her eye, bodies writhing under dim lighting with shadows cast about them like haunting specters.
Yet she leans against a wall, casually sipping her drink as her pale gaze flickers back and forth, from the disgruntled Krogan and Bataraian talking shop at the bar, to the Asaris collecting themselves in a group dance. There is no desire to join in, to participate… No, that's a vulnerable situation, getting caught up in the heat of the scenario makes for a sloppy night.
"Purgatory… Who names a place after limbo?" Ken murmurs into her drink before huffing a strand of electric pink hair from her face, barely catching the sight of a freckled Asari in her peripheral. The woman stays in the shadows too, quiet and cautionary, but there is a predatory air about her and it makes the former phantom shiver. Maybe the club's name deserves it's own justice.