thearchangel: (My favorite part of me.)
['Keeping to himself' was an understatement.]

[Garrus had, for all intents and purposes, dropped off the grid entirely. He was good at that. He'd done it once before -- and here, where there was nothing in the way of electronic paper trails, it was incredibly simple.]

[Just make sure you weren't seen, keep your journal shut, and there you go.]

[Ever since regaining his memories, he'd done just that. He was embarrassed, revolted. He'd failed his commander in the biggest way possible. He'd let Shepard down. Of all the things he'd done while crazed and infected, that was by far the worst. He couldn't face her. Not right now.]

[Right now, he's found his way to the thermal pools. To a turian, the heated water is probably one of the best things ever. He'd peeled off his armor, the clingy bits of fabric protection underneath, and just sank into the pools.]

[A good place to brood, and not freeze his alien balls off. Besides -- scales don't get wrinkly when they're in the water for too long.]
thearchangel: (Has anyone seen my contact?)
[The recording takes place over several long minutes.]

Looks like it's clearing up out there, Shepard. Did you want to head out and take a look?

[And cue the time lapse. When no response comes after a while, Garrus tries again.]

Commander?

[Not getting any response, Garrus takes it upon himself to go stalk Shepard's room. Maybe she's in there... and sleeping. Or ignoring the journals altogether.]

5 - Audio

Jun. 22nd, 2011 02:42 pm
thearchangel: (Awkwaaaard)
... Hey, commander? Can I get you to stop by my quarters? For a second?

[Wow, Garrus, your voice is sounding decidedly... flat... today. Are you feeling all right?]

Thanks.



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