[A sound like someone drowning jolts Tali awake and she bolts up out of the bed, on her feet in an instant. She's alone, though. This isn't the Normandy, it isn't any ship at all, and no one is choking.
This is wrong.]
Uuh. Hello?
[A quick search of the room turns up a strange note and an antique kitten calendar, of all things. She takes them both (because why not, right?) and edges cautiously into the hallway.
There's a person a few feet away, and suddenly Tali finds herself wishing she had a gun.
She also finds herself shouting at the person, as one does.]
Hey! I am Admiral Tali'Zorah vas Normandy of the Migrant Fleet, and I demand to know what's going on here.
[And so, a masked alien with a vaguely eastern European accent yells at someone who's probably just as confused as she is. This is obviously going to go well.]
kitchens;
[Tali passes the kitchen area right on by before doubling back and heading in. There's no telling how long she'll be here; she needs provisions.
She looks through a cabinet, then another. There's nothing dextro that she can see, which means if there's no food anywhere else then she has nothing to eat.
As she picks through a third cabinet, she mutters:]
I don't think whoever stocked this place had quarians or turians in mind.
computer lab;
[She feels a twinge of relief amidst her confusion when she stumbles upon the computers. They're old, archaic, but any sort of tech is a comfort here. Unlocking one should be simple, she assumes.
Her omni-tool glows brilliant orange against the dim glow of the computer screen as she sets to work trying to hack her way in.]
Tali'Zorah vas Normandy / Mass Effect /action or prose
[A sound like someone drowning jolts Tali awake and she bolts up out of the bed, on her feet in an instant. She's alone, though. This isn't the Normandy, it isn't any ship at all, and no one is choking.
This is wrong.]
Uuh. Hello?
[A quick search of the room turns up a strange note and an antique kitten calendar, of all things. She takes them both (because why not, right?) and edges cautiously into the hallway.
There's a person a few feet away, and suddenly Tali finds herself wishing she had a gun.
She also finds herself shouting at the person, as one does.]
Hey! I am Admiral Tali'Zorah vas Normandy of the Migrant Fleet, and I demand to know what's going on here.
[And so, a masked alien with a vaguely eastern European accent yells at someone who's probably just as confused as she is. This is obviously going to go well.]
kitchens;
[Tali passes the kitchen area right on by before doubling back and heading in. There's no telling how long she'll be here; she needs provisions.
She looks through a cabinet, then another. There's nothing dextro that she can see, which means if there's no food anywhere else then she has nothing to eat.
As she picks through a third cabinet, she mutters:]
I don't think whoever stocked this place had quarians or turians in mind.
computer lab;
[She feels a twinge of relief amidst her confusion when she stumbles upon the computers. They're old, archaic, but any sort of tech is a comfort here. Unlocking one should be simple, she assumes.
Her omni-tool glows brilliant orange against the dim glow of the computer screen as she sets to work trying to hack her way in.]