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thecapitol2015-05-12 06:52 pm
earthborn) wrote in thecapitol2015-05-12 06:52 pm
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Who| Shepard and OPEN
What| Sitting around being totally not suspicious, being open for random encounters
Where| District 5 suite, Tribute Center lobby, and all around town
When| After the clandestine network post, et all
Warnings/Notes| cursing, probably
⓵ Outside, in the sunlight, it was a beautiful day. The wind and sun were just the right balance of gust and heat to counteract the humidity. If Shepard had been the sort of person to think it, it might've been the perfect to start thinking about pools, and swimsuits and summer. Lazy days ahead.
No, not here, no sir. Here we sit, on the D5 couch, laying back with a potted tree on your stomach, and enough scratch-made chili in the pot on the stove to feed a small army. Watching the Hunger Games, even. On-screen, the camera was watching a man watch a saber-toothed tiger from above, complete with terse background music. Who was hunting who, here?
Be it ever so humble, there's no-place like home.
- -- --- -- -
⓶ Most people, she found, had an allegory to poker. Skyllian-five or Texas Hold 'Em, she'd never actually had someone explain Wicked Grace to her, but she'd heard Tabris mention it in passing, and it had the right sound to it. Betting was the great universal, and a bet on a game of pure skill was as boring as one based purely on chance. A good card game had both.
Shepard had a deck of cards, complete sovereignty over the low coffee table in the Tribute Center Lobby, and had stolen the remote from the secretary's desk. It'd be at least an hour yet before they figured out that she'd dropped it into the decorative planter. Until then, the screens were showing nice, peaceful nature scenes, complete with exotic birds and unexcited scientific narration. For once, it's not so bad in here-- but it could use some livening up.
"Hey, wanna play a hand?"
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⓷ Maybe you caught her at the coffee shop, having a drink, or maybe you found her on her early-morning run. Shepard's been known to wander the city, and she's no stranger to the local establishments, both family-friendly and otherwise. No matter where you run into the Commander, why not go say hi? You can't be any worse than the fans.
What| Sitting around being totally not suspicious, being open for random encounters
Where| District 5 suite, Tribute Center lobby, and all around town
When| After the clandestine network post, et all
Warnings/Notes| cursing, probably
⓵ Outside, in the sunlight, it was a beautiful day. The wind and sun were just the right balance of gust and heat to counteract the humidity. If Shepard had been the sort of person to think it, it might've been the perfect to start thinking about pools, and swimsuits and summer. Lazy days ahead.
No, not here, no sir. Here we sit, on the D5 couch, laying back with a potted tree on your stomach, and enough scratch-made chili in the pot on the stove to feed a small army. Watching the Hunger Games, even. On-screen, the camera was watching a man watch a saber-toothed tiger from above, complete with terse background music. Who was hunting who, here?
Be it ever so humble, there's no-place like home.
⓶ Most people, she found, had an allegory to poker. Skyllian-five or Texas Hold 'Em, she'd never actually had someone explain Wicked Grace to her, but she'd heard Tabris mention it in passing, and it had the right sound to it. Betting was the great universal, and a bet on a game of pure skill was as boring as one based purely on chance. A good card game had both.
Shepard had a deck of cards, complete sovereignty over the low coffee table in the Tribute Center Lobby, and had stolen the remote from the secretary's desk. It'd be at least an hour yet before they figured out that she'd dropped it into the decorative planter. Until then, the screens were showing nice, peaceful nature scenes, complete with exotic birds and unexcited scientific narration. For once, it's not so bad in here-- but it could use some livening up.
"Hey, wanna play a hand?"
⓷ Maybe you caught her at the coffee shop, having a drink, or maybe you found her on her early-morning run. Shepard's been known to wander the city, and she's no stranger to the local establishments, both family-friendly and otherwise. No matter where you run into the Commander, why not go say hi? You can't be any worse than the fans.
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The woman was teaching people to make bombs out of dish soup over the network. That was some big shiny brass and he had to give it its due.
But there, then, in that moment - he decided he liked Shepard personally.
Bring it on, Red.
Teeth flashing, he kicked up his pace and pulled even with her again, and then away as he veered off onto the one of the wilder paths. The trails meant for them and their likes. Narrowing, curving, slightly overgrown - not a power-walking housewife in sight.
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It was silly, really, to be looking at a hedge to see if she could leap it and gain half a yard, or to be racing for the inside curve. It was completely, utterly frivolous, and stupid with all that cliche idiot-jarhead competitiveness. But damn, if it wasn't fun. By the end of it, Shepard was smiling honestly; you didn't find many of those decent people among the Capitolites, but when you found 'em...