To: Everyone

[freightcars]

Quick survey:
1 - What do you do for work here?
2 - What did you do back home?
3 - What's your skillset?

( note: personally, I'm cool with threadjacking in my posts as long as the other person is too, go to town. )

Comments

[freightcars]

Sure
I'll be the guy with the metal arm

( A little dry humor courtesy of the cyborg parts amputee.

He does wander down after maybe twenty or so minutes. Drinking Buddy status unlocked. )

[earthborn]

[And so there she is, hunched casually against the bar, nursing an example of the local brewing. Only a particularly observant eye would notice her shadow— not actually inside, but occasionally glimpsed out on the street, or passing nearby. Tall, angular, bulky shoulders with an oddly-shaped head, as if wearing a hat.

What? Every grown adult needs a babysitter.]

Hey. [You're distinctive sir. And she? She has scars that glow in the dark, so let's just be careful in who's houses we cast stones.] So, turns out we've got a few things in common.

[freightcars]

( He's got a keen eye, but he doesn't connect the dots. It's habit, ingrained, to track his surroundings and somebody with that stature is definitely noteworthy. He's got nothing to tie her to him yet, so that's filed neatly away into the background.

He settles into the space beside her with the familiarity of a guy who's definitely spent a solid amount of time here. )

Yeah, no kidding. I'd like to say my side involved a little less space, but I've been dealing with a surprising number of aliens lately.

( He remembers the days he thought he was going to go into accounting... If only he knew back then. God damn, his life is weird now. )

[earthborn]

Hell, it probably still does; I'm in space enough that my vote counts for the spacers bloc, instead of Earth.

[The one third of the year minimum was conservative, in Shepard's case; but then, the Alliance did move people around. She can't have been the only one.]

Tell me about it. What kind of aliens?