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[tallasaking]

Who: Crew of the First Breath
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS First Breath
When: February 3 and Onward!

The day that Tyrion played with the device

Anyone who comes to the First Breath that day will note that everyone on the crew is particularly ... elevated that day. In fact, it seems that they are in the middle of some sort of wild party. All kinds of things are happening - drinking, dancing, fighting, and lots and lots of emotional outbursts.

The rest of the days

Well, it's usually NOT crazy, and the ship was hardy damaged at all so it is already up to peak performance. Come and stop by for a visit!

Comments

par-tayyyyyy

[bi_otic]

[On one hand, Kaidan knows he should probably be more concerned that he feels about her behavior, but on the other hand...he isn't. The worry takes an intellectual second seat to his amusement at seeing her usually somber self up and about.]

Are you just feeling better today or did you get hit a little harder than we thought?

[He's smirking, but also eyeing the bottle of wine]

[kill_switch]

[Don't worry, she's more than capable of holding her liquor; mine is nothing compared to the brake fluid moonshine the Citadel came up with.]

[She gives him a crooked little grin back.] Definitely better. And you? You're up, that's new.

[bi_otic]

Hey, I bounce back quick. And often. [Did that sound dirty??? Oh well]

The migraines happen all the time. Head injuries on the other hand. [He makes what's supposed to be a meaningful gesture in her direction]

[kill_switch]

[She chuckles. Yeah, she's in some bit of pain, but she's able to ignore it for now.]

It takes more than a knock on the head to keep me down.

[bi_otic]

Yeah, I can see that much. And I've already learned you've got a hell of a punch. Where'd you learn to fight, by the way? I've never asked.

[Clearly not his idea of military]

[kill_switch]

[Normally, this would be a question answered with some pause and calculation; she's never one to delve too deeply into her history. Although her time here had softened her and allowed her to open up to an extent, there were the little corners and certain aspects of her past that even those closest to her didn't understand.]

[Now, though, with the way the augments were glitching, she felt what would have been a mild irritation flash by as white-hot anger. In an instant she tensed and flashed a scowl at him, the bottle in her hand feeling more like a weapon and less like libation.]

By living. I didn't like the alternatives.