voice testing... *finally*

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

So, the Commander and Lieutenant Vega aren't keeping you busy enough?

I... heard you were looking up quantum entanglement earlier. No, it's all right, really! It's not for the faint-hearted. Some of us were just born to understand physical particle interaction and quantum mechanics and others... weren't.

In any event, I'm honoured that you've chosen me! Just... please don't throw me into the fray like you do with the Commander and Vega. I'm more than happy analysing the hell out of data instead of shooting at it.

Comments

Traynor! Oh, man, no one plays her at all anywhere. This is great.

[poetrysoldier]

My mun is excited to see you. It's a little embarrassing for someone his age.

heh! C:

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

Oh! Well, that's... sweet. But I'm just little old me! Monitoring the Normandy's communication systems and managing the QEC for the Commander. No guns or facing down Reapers or anything wildly heroic like that. The only crunching I do is numbers! [ Cue trailing off awkwardly like the socially-awkward Comm Specialist she is...]

[calibrates_big_guns]

You, uh, you realize that now that you've told your mun not to do something, they're going to do it. Right?

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

I'm starting to realise that. Although... she seems to have an extreme fondness for throwing big soldiers around and I don't fit the bill. Not exactly, anyway!

I... did hear her mumble something about hurt-comfort, though. If 'comfort' involves an Olympic-sized hot tub, I'm in!

[calibrates_big_guns]

A lot of them also like putting people outside of their comfort zones.

Hot tubs are nice ... but if Zaeed's around, uhm, check the wiring before you go in. Never heard of Hurt-comfort though.

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

But this comfort zone is so... comfy! In any case, I'm... not sure she's much of a chess player, either. Oh god, I'm in trouble, aren't I?

I can't imagine Zaeed near a hot tub unless it's to-- oh. Oh, I see. Yes! I will... be checking the wiring. Does the Commander know?

[calibrates_big_guns]

I guess that's why they call it your comfort zone.

The Commander knows, besides, it was designed not to effect her.

[idkmybffjessie]

[8|]

Was as much your idea as it was mine, Vakarian.

[calibrates_big_guns]

Hey, you came up with it. I just told you which wires to cross. ... alright I may have helped, but the coffee machine was all you.

[idkmybffjessie]

Heh. And the fridge was yours, so I think that makes us about goddamn even.

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

Um. Sorry to butt in but... the hot tub wires? Is there... any chance you could fix those?

[idkmybffjessie]

'Fraid not, sweetheart. Probably shouldn't have soldered the vomit-colored one to the heater before we were sure about the DNA thing. Might be past saving now.

Still. You know what they say about hindsight.

[calibrates_big_guns]

Exactly. We'll remember to use regular connectors next time.

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

I would appreciate it! Really.

...you have told the others, too?

[shadow_sage]

Specialist Traynor, I'm sure it will turn out just fine.

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

I don't think my mun has a very good track record with things turning out fine without a lot of anguish getting there. In fact, based on her usual communication over the extranet, it looks my chances of staying in one piece are... buggered.

Oh dear...

[shadow_sage]

There are plenty of places where it isn't so bad.

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

Oh? By all means, point my mun in the right direction!

[shadow_sage]

All I have to deal with are people who remind me of Zhu's Hope, back during the Geth invasion. And killer vines, and something called Dragons. which apparently eat hands.

[A little smile.]

After a few months beside Shepard, it's practically a vacation.

[[Game is here, if you wanted to look.]]

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

They eat hands? [ Don't mind Traynor - she's just looking remarkably, absolutely not all right with this idea! ] You mean... fire-breathing, huge things? Mythical. Legends. ...not real?






ooc: ooh thanks for the link! <3

[shadow_sage]

Well.

I haven't seen one, [personally, since I've arrived. And I'm not sure about the fire.

But I think they probably are real. Here.

[idkmybffjessie]

Sounds like you'll wind up shooting at things soon enough, muns being what they goddamn are. 'S how they get their kicks.

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

You mean... like trying to commandeer a shuttle by brute force and being taken to the Brig? I'm slightly concerned that my mun thinks that was one of Lieutenant Vega's favourite outings...

[idkmybffjessie]

Kid needs to get out more. Not that it wasn't a goddamn riot, but we could've done with a few more things on fire.

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

Right. More fire. ...got it.

Aaaand this is why I stay in the CIC. Intercepting distress signals is adventure enough for me.

[routinemission]

Have you ever considered that sometimes, shooting the hell out of data is the best way to get it?

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

Which is why the shooting is left to the people who know how to hit a target and I help analyse the crap out of whatever you bring back! Commander.

[whywefight]

If your mun does throw you into the fray, hopefully it'll be with your toothbrush, Traynor.

[grabbedmytoothbrush]

Six-thousand credits doesn't seem like quite so much now, does it?

I'm glad I could help though, Commander!