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text; id: ramuhs

[ramuhs]

Garrus, it's Cid. Apologies for how long it's taken, but I believe I've managed to recreate your little heat sink, with some improvements. If you don't mind coming to my workshop, I can show you and test it with your weapon.

Might need to refine it still, but it should be functional.

[thearchangel]

Hey, nice to hear from you.

Don't worry - I wasn't expecting instant results. Where can I find you?

[ramuhs]

Have a workshop here in Nogard, however if we need to meet elsewhere we can.

[And insert little map of directions.]

[thearchangel]

Not a problem, I can get there.

Just give me a bit to come up with a route.

[ramuhs]

No problem at all. I'll be here for a while yet.

text; id: multidisciplinary

[multidisciplinary]

Hello, Garrus. I hope you have been well.

I apologize if this is an intrusion, but I recall that you have mentioned before that you served on a ship in your homeworld [ no wait ] home galaxy, excuse me. I was hoping I might be able to ask you more about that experience.

[thearchangel]

Hey, nice to hear from you.

[WHAT A COINCIDENCE. Kind of.]

No, it's all right. Caught me at a good time. What did you want to know?

[multidisciplinary]

Anything you would be willing to share, really, but I know that's awfully vague.

Well, to start with, what was your vessel's purpose? Or perhaps mission, whatever is the appropriate vernacular.

[ Or maybe "prime directive." ]

[thearchangel]

Well... it was a warship. Every time I served onboard, there was some huge crisis or other. Rogue agents, imminent threats of genocide, war to preserve all life in the galaxy - that kind of thing.

There was one time we had to go pick up a data module from a planet populated by... I guess you'd say they were "monkeys". That was weird.

[THAT was the weirdest thing you did, sir??]

Mostly, I maintained the weaponry, and went planetside on missions with the Commander.

[multidisciplinary]

[ A warship, she expected. Garrus has mentioned a war in the past.

... A planet populated by monkeys, he did not.

(That sounds absolutely fascinating.)

But one thing in particular, Zelda hones in on. ]

The Commander of your ship? [ That's very relevant to the idea starting to take root in her mind. ] Tell me about them. What were they like? What sort of responsibilities did they have aboard your ship?

[ Zelda knows how to lead. That isn't a problem. But there's a big difference between leading a kingdom (especially one as self-sufficient as Hyrule currently is) and commanding a ship. ]

action; backdated putza party

[onebullet]

[ When Garrus arrives back at the apartment, Shepard is waiting for him. Sat cross-legged on the bed with a stick of Pocky in her mouth, some of the gravitas of the confrontation is immediately lost... but as she slowly straightens her back and folds her arms, snaps the stick into her mouth with her tongue, it's clear she's not entirely cooled off about the earlier exchange. ]

Welcome back. You taken Darin his putza?

[ At this point, she's twigged that it's pizza Darin was referring to, but she's going to keep saying it to be annoying. ]

[thearchangel]

I am never forgiving him for making me call it that...

[The one thing he knows! The food so popular there are delivery drivers all across the galaxy.]

[That statement is mostly bluster. As evidenced by how, after shrugging off his coat, he ends up at military rest in the middle of the room. He's... kind of wondering what it is she's eating there, but it's less important than the dressing-down he's sure is coming. Not like he doesn't deserve it. He was kind of an ass.]

[onebullet]

That a "yes, ma'am"?

[ It's hard not to slip into old habits, even when you're sat cross-legged on your partner's bed eating Pocky. But from Garrus's stance, it seems like he's in the same boat on that.

Other than the slow, deliberate movement of her jaw, she doesn't move. Just stares at him and waits for an answer. ]

[thearchangel]

That is a 'yes ma'am'.

[Definitely old habits. They're easier to slip into, when you feel like, yes, again, your damned idiot self has possibly fumbled the bag really, really badly here. He definitely did.]

[So here he is. Bracing himself.]

[onebullet]

Good.

[ She uncoils and stands from the bed, walking over to stand in front of him. With her thumbs hooked in the back pockets of her trousers, she tilts her head to look up at him. ]

Now explain - and I want facts, not excuses.

Christmas Gift

[lucky_e]

To Garrus,

While I'm sure that you're unfamiliar with my existence, I still wish to give you a gift for this season and invite you to enjoy the holiday all the same! I wasn't quite certain what to give you, unfortunately, and my magic has it limits here. But please, enjoy it still!

Happy Holidays,

Santa Claus

[Garrus will receive a bottle of brandy and a warm, hand-knitted scarf!

...and also a toy pop-gun/rifle.]

text; un: soundsurfer

[stillarhino]

yo you still need the fish?
caught a coupla them for ya

[thearchangel]

Really?

I'm impressed. What do I owe you?

[stillarhino]

ya better be!
took me a coupla hours to catch 'em

but dont sweat it yo
you aint owe me nothing

[thearchangel]

I... feel like I should offer something. Because I don't have a tank ready just yet.

[stillarhino]

hows about you think up something while i keep them for ya
we got a pen for one of the pokemon we got on the island
been keeping the fish there with pasta

[He hasn't thought about how to transport them to Garrus just yet...]

text | un: netherese

[netherese]

[Normally, if he were having some sort of internal crisis and he needed to speak to someone for clarity, Gale would turn to Karlach— she was his closest friend in this place, of course, but it turned out it was rather hard to ask for advice when the person you would normally turn to was who you needed advice about.

Garrus, however— he feels they understand one another. More than that, Garrus seems to have been rather successful in certain areas of his life that Gale now found himself needing some direction in.]

Good evening, Garrus. I was wondering, if you're not terribly busy, if I might inquire after a bit of insight? Only if it's convenient, of course.

RIP GALE...

[thearchangel]

[It's a perfectly normal night. You're calibrating weird new guns, your significant other is gearing up to go out on a mission, and one of your crewmates is calling to -]

[Ask for insight? Hopefully Gale wants advice on weapon systems.]

Hey, sure - one second. Have to fix the door.

[Sadly, this isn't video or audio, so Gale won't be regaled to the short Saga of the door locks. But he didn't want to leave the guy hanging.]

[It's only a minute or two before he replies again.]

Right. What did you need?

[netherese]

[Even without audio or video, the brief aside is enough to raise questions.]

Dare I ask what happened with the door?

That aside, I was hoping to ask your advice on matters of the heart.

[Given recent news that's caught his attention, perhaps the timing isn't ideal, but when is it ever?]

[thearchangel]

It's fine - just needed to go over the locking protocol. Really, we're good.

[There are so many locks. And traps.]

Matters... of

Wait.

You mean dating advice?