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[Malcolm has only been here a few hours and already he's found himself lost and bewildered, though whether by the strange predicament he's found himself in or by the strange...people...is hard to determine. There were different races in Thedas, to be sure, but those were familiar and part of his world; here he feels completely out of his element, in this place with technology far advanced than he had ever seen and with beings that made even the denizens of the Fade look mundane.]

[He scratches his lightly bearded chin, trying and failing to keep his blatant staring to a minimum. There are various vendors about the marketplace, hawking their wares, and Malcolm does his best to avoid catching their eyes so as to keep from being pressured into buying something with money he doesn't have. What a long, strange day it has been for him.]

[ So much for going on the run, Lisbeth thinks, standing in the center of the market as just about everything goes bustling right by her. She'd feign surprise if she hadn't managed to keep her emotions under wraps efficiently, bag slung over her shoulder as she keeps pace, pretending not to be lost or frustrated. But the thing is, after her arrest, she didn't feel frustrated, instead feeling a slight bit of relief that despite the warrant, there was nearly no chance of anyone catching her here. This was, and potentially could be, the only break she needed. There were downsides of course, but Lisbeth preferred not to think about those, instead stepping towards the nearest group of Quarians.

Space is bullshit, but Lisbeth blends right in with her black hair and fucked up clothing she follows them, listening quietly for any sign of information about Omega, any bit of useful knowledge that'll let her avoid sticking out permanently, and essentially become one of them for the time being. ]

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[north is familiar with finding himself in all kinds of situations - with the project, that's just how it goes, after all - but for some reason, this is a little weirder than he ever thought he'd see.

especially given the fact that he's currently staring at the elcor bouncer just outside of afterlife like he's never seen one before. (which, he hasn't, but .. that kind of goes without saying, doesn't it?)

it's only when he hears it speak to an annoyed patron wanting to get into the club that he finally steps forward a little more, still not within speaking range, but he just can't take his eyes off of the thing for longer than it takes to blink.

in the back of his mind, theta is just as baffled as he is. north .. what is it?]

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[ This is definitely not Sacrosanct, and York's still not sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, a place with actual people. On the other, a place full of dangerous people. Granted, she's not yet sure the place is any more dangerous than Sacrosanct was. She'll have to see about that.

For now, at least she's blending in all right. Except that her armor's a little bulky, and she's definitely never seen most of these aliens before. She'll be making her way around the landing zone, trying to fit in and simultaneously gather a little info on where the shit she is now. ]

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- I have just as much right to be here as the next jerk that pulls into space dock! Watch the arm!

[it should come as no surprise that wherever joker is - which just happens to be inside the afterlife club - that he's causing something of a fuss. and by causing a fuss, we mean he's conveniently left his credit chit on the normandy and has been trying to get out of paying for drinks.

and the turian bartender has had enough. clearly.

which is why he's in the process of being hauled toward the nearest exit, hat sitting just slightly to the side due to the haste of some particularly overzealous bodyguards yanking him up out of his chair.] This is bullshit!

[It's a sad, sad day when the marketplace on some otherworldly planet is actually nicer and even cleaner than some of the stalls in Kirkwall's Lowtown.

The problem, of course, is not that there are aliens instead of dwarves. Some of them are quite strange to behold and Hawke's done her best not to stare in incredulity. It's not the open area or the metal instead of stone that throws her off or makes her a little wary about where she steps. It's not even the lack of stares she's gotten because of the staff strapped to her back. No, it's the wares that are bothering her.

Bullets. Medical gel? Clunky armor. None of it is going to help her.]

No, no, you misunderstand me. I'm looking for elfroot. Elf-root. I can't use any of this. [The vendor clicks his tongue(?) at her.] A potion would be nice if you have it...

[And, again, he offers his wares. He points the medical gel out to her.] ...I don't have much choice, do I? Coin is acceptable, right? [She hasn't gotten the hang of whatever it is she should be using, but apparently, that's the wrong answer. The vendor shakes his head.]

I'll try back another time, then? Sorry.

[Ugh, wonderful. She leaves the vendor to go wander by the railing, taking another look out into the city proper, all dark and punctuated by lights in the distance. Her arms lean against the rails and she sighs.]

[Omega. why the hell Omega.

it's hard not to be frustrated; angry, even. they had made the jump on the way to Cerberus, to the Illusive Man, and then...to the end? and here? here is where she ends up, without her ship, without her crew or squad, and apparently without any way of getting off the station. still with fleets from all the species waiting for her.

no pressure.

she wants to talk to Aria; for options, even hopefully for some answers, but she's lost in the damn residential sector, fuming slowly. but it's Shepard, right? so she doesn't stop for long, and is trying to puzzle her way out.]

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I. Want. To. Talk. To. Your. Supervisor.

[The terminal in front of her gave a contemplative whirl...but then just offered a list of option again. What the *bleep*. It was like trying to talk to a studio secretary. Or her mother after the first bottle of vodka. She may as well be screaming to herself. Ugh.

Maeby gave an aggravated snarl, nearly stepping away...and then, oh, yeah. Right. All the weird turtle and bird and...scuba diving enthusiasts? things everywhere. That's why she was trying to deal with HAL over here instead of demanding answers off the street. A lot of those teeth looked a little too pointy for her health. So. Back it was to the yelling at the Mac mines.]

Speaky english? I want to talk to someone in charge! I can't be kidnapped right now! No one will even notice!

[ All things considered, he could have ended up worse places. If anything, it's having so many people around that's getting to him the most. Sacrosanct had been devoid of life, attended only by faceless drones, but Omega is full of life-- so much that it's bursting at the seams with it.

Some of the aliens are familiar -- species he'd seen in his time on Sacrosanct, though he hadn't spoken to them too often. He can't say he expected to end up in Shepard's universe, but so far, it doesn't seem too bad.

...Well, aside from the four-eyed guy staring at him. That's starting to get a little unnerving.

For now, though, he's winding his way through the markets, helmet tucked under his arm. He's got his rifle on his back, but for now he's keeping the wariness at bay, more interested in recon than getting himself in trouble. ]

[ Zoe's never been to Omega before -- course, she'd never really had a reason to. She hadn't gotten a lot of chances to get off Earth when she was a kid, and even after joining the Alliance, she's spent more time in ships and on duty than sightseeing.

And honestly, if she had to be stuck somewhere, she wouldn't have picked Omega. Illium, maybe. Or the Citadel. She'd never minded the Citadel. But Omega's-- well, Omega. It's dirty and dreary and she knows the volus behind the counter is trying to charge her tourist rates.

Zoe huffs under her breath and turns away from the stall, looking around at the shops in the area. There's not a whole lot of food here she's in the mood to eat, and though she knows beggars can't be choosers, she's got at least enough credits on her for a snack. ]

Isn't there anywhere around here with cake pops?

Excuse me! You will allow me to return at once. I am Sandrilene fa Toren, Clehame fa Landreg, and if you insist on holding me here, you can be sure that her Imperial Highness, Empress Berenene of the Namorn Empire will hear of this!

[oh yes, good people of Omega... If you happen to pass by a security station you'll see one girl who looks as if she is ready to tear this station apart piece by piece. Despite the fact that she's only about 5'5", she is puffing out her chest and standing with her hands firmly placed on her hips as if she owns the place.

But, sadly for her, the guard is not impressed with her tactics. Rather than listen to her continue on like this, he simply chooses to walk away. Stunned by his utter disregard for her title she watches him with an open mouth as he walks away.

She'll... well, she'll try to follow after him, but she is dressed in party attire that is sorely out of place in this environment. Running ins't exactly something she can do right now]

Wh- where are you going? Come back at once!

[please feel free to convince her that antagonizing every guard on this station is a terrible idea. She's far too wrapped up in the indignity of being kidnapped to really puzzle that out.]

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No, you don't understand. These are sovereigns. Gold ones! Hard-earned and absolutely not counterfeited.

[ the blue fellow she seems to be arguing with responds so quickly that solona can't catch what he's said. she does not understand. what are these grenades and medi-gel packs, and why does she need them, again? ]

[ eventually she tires of the endless flow of words and holds up a hand. perhaps some coercion may help get her some answers. ]

I understand, ser. But you see I do not know what these credits are. I'm just a humble traveler far from home. Surely a man of your knowledge and repute would be quite able to give some one like me a quick explanation?

[ welp, it works. sort of. the response is simply-again much too fast for her to catch. eventually she gives the man a polite smile and a nod and backs away slowly from the stall. ]

Thank you, that was very helpful. I shall return if I have any further questions.

[ time to walk away from this one. maybe she will have better luck at the next stall. for all its cleanliness, this place is starting to grate on her. it has a disturbing lack of bandits. ]

[Garrus strolls along the residential district, retaking all of the sights, smells, and sounds he'd taken care to put behind him nearly a year ago]

[Dirty.]

[Fetid.]

[Scum ridden.]

[And this is one of the nicer parts of the scuzzhole formally known as Omega. These particular surroundings are somewhat familiar to Garrus-- he's pretty sure he'd worked some sort of job around here...]

[...Kron?]

[No, wait.]

[Thralog.]

[His mandibles twitch in a wry smile-- that was a good one. He'd preferred not to subject innocents to any more violence than they already witnessed on a daily basis on the station, but his targets had a tendency of giving him no choice. Sometimes on purpose.]

[The combination of awful memories and unwelcome befuddlement makes his nose wrinkle, and he grips a spare pistol out of habit.]

[It's one thing being back]

[It's another being back and without knowing why or how]

[Or where the rest of the crew is, for that matter]

"You know, I was just starting to think things were actually going to get better."

It hadn't occurred to Grif that none of the other bar patrons cared, and that the few who hadn't tuned him out were reasonably sure there was something very wrong with him. But really, the complaining wasn't for them. He was honestly scared, and bitching about things was sort of soothing. It was normal, and when you found yourself in a place that was overflowing with weird aliens you were (apparently) not supposed to shoot, anything normal was worth clinging to.

"So then the ship blows up and I guess... I don't know, I thought all the stupid crap would be over and I could go back to taking naps and not caring about things. But nooo, now I'm here."

...God he wanted a drink. But even if he had money, he suspected that none of these rubber-foreheaded assholes would take good old cash.

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[one moment you're stepping foot into the captain's quarters of your brand new ship, and the next you're out sailing tit's deep into the Void where no one can hear you scream.

luckily, Isabela's no screamer (only on some nights and that's an entirely different context), and she's no stranger to finding herself in a new place without a sovereign to her name either. of course, some coin would be welcome considering hours after she gets over the technology shock she finds herself at a bar. she's had herself a drink, one lousy drink, but then the barkeep went on ahead and got smart with her and found out she didn't have any credits.

and what in Andraste's fiery crotch are credits?

...well, whatever they are, her lack of them is the reason why she's standing at the bar left high and dry, tapping the bottom of her glass against the counter. she's clearly agitated, itching for something, and her eyes scan the room.

the folks here make the blokes in the Hanged Man look like right gentlemen. she looks down at her empty glass once more before sliding it away, crossing her arms and huffing irritably.]

Shit.

[He'd thought that Sacrosanct was just a one time thing. That'd he'd find a way off and that would be that, he'd be back home and could keep his promise. Whatever it was. But the universe seemed to have a thing against blond spikey haired kids.

He's standing on the landing zone looking completely confused. This place is nothing like he's ever seen before, and he's torn between looking around and hiding from all the strange looking people.]

Now where am I?

[ What good is a gun in the attic? Probably none, but that isn't stopping her from clutching the ~~primitive~~ pistol in both hands, finger hooked firmly around the trigger.

Fear. That's what the bastards want her to feel and that's certainly what she's going through right now, back pressed to a wall. She hasn't managed to stray much further than the area immediately outside the landing bay. Any moment now something truly horrific is going to spring out at her. And then what? Kill her? She couldn't care less about those that are walking by, looking at her as though she's gone mad. Killing them won't bother her in the slightest.

Were she in a better frame of mind she'd concede that, yes, she does look rather... unkempt and wild eyed. The gun doesn't help matters, either. ]

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[ Jack knows that fucking hunk of metal floating around in space the second she sees it. Knows it like the back of her hand, and considering the back of her hand is mapped out in very specific tattoos, that's pretty damn good. And thus, she's got her hand on the pistol strapped on her thigh and a curse on her lips the second she steps off the shuttle onto the landing dock. ]

You've gotta be shitting me...

[ And fuck if she cares who hears her talking to herself, they can mind their own damn business - she went through intergalactic war and then Scotty beamed her off to the city of eternal demon possession, creepy trains, and the lack of decent porn. Her life is hard, and some dickbag in charge of fate apparently decided to make it harder by shipping her off to the one place in the universe with the highest concentration of people that want her head on a pike hanging out in dark corners and alleyways. ]

Finally back in the right freaking galaxy, and this is the shithole I get dumped in? [ Ain't nobody got time for this shit. The hand not ready to get trigger happy on her pistol runs over her hair, pushing back a few strands, and an irritated grunt falls from her. Alright, let's do this. At least she's got her guns back. Stepping away from the bridge to the ship, combat boots fall heavy on the grime covered docking bay floor as Jack makes her way in, eyes on those around her and a mutter on her lips. ] I love you too, Powers That Be. And kindly go fuck yourselves.

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[well.

this definitely doesn't look like any mission hackett could possibly send him on. omega has yet to come up on the front against the reapers and, well, it's not as if the alliance had a hold in this part of the universe.

still, he supposes he could arrive in worse places. not much worse, but worse all the same.

but he's looking around the shuttles with some befuddlement, trying to figure out how, exactly, he got here.] How do you just appear on a station...

[she doesn't often come to omega - because there hasn't been much of a reason to, given the fact that she doesn't often travel to the terminus systems - but it doesn't mean she isn't familiar with the place. the people, and how shady they tend to be, and just how ugly batarians are.

not that she goes spreading that around, or anything. she has a bit more tact than that.

even still, she's walking slowly through the markets, wondering if there's anything worth her while - and also wondering just where her sister's gone off to. no doubt, she's getting herself into some kind of trouble, and given how adept she is at it .. it won't surprise her in the slightest.

she sighs, rubs absently at the back of her neck, and brings up her omni-tool.] Zo, where the hell did you go?

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[ you know, he's never been to Omega before.

... and deep inside, Kaidan's wishing it had stayed that way. The jump had gone a little differently than usual, but the Normandy was one of those ships where the unexpected had become distressingly routine. (Most surprises didn't involve the ship vanishing entirely, but he didn't want to be overly pessimistic.)

It's just another routine mission.

But even as he says it to himself, he's not entirely convinced. No crew, No Shepard, and nothing resembling the vaguest semblance of Council or Alliance presence, besides himself. He tries to ignore the rather obvious stares and whispers as he finishes some rather pointless shopping; modifications for guns he'll never use, an omnitool upgrade he's 80% sure shouldn't exist outside Alliance intranet— all in an attempt to warm the shopkeeper up enough to warm the shopkeeper up.

He knows he's being played, but he's patient. Sooner or later something would slip. ]

Just here on shore leave. I got separated from my group earlier— you eh, haven't seem them, have you?

[ he asks casually as he hands over his credits, only to receive a noncommittal grunt in return. Kaidan isn't entirely worried, but something in the back of his mind tells him he'll run out of credits before he will questions. ]

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[The way he moves with purpose, you wouldn't think the soldier covered in worn and scarred green MJLONIR armor is a fresh arrival, as ignorant of Omegas and its ways as any of the other lost souls milling about the landing area. But, the Master Chief isn't allowing himself to be bothered by the strangeness of this situation, at least not yet.

At the moment, he's making his way through the landing zone, focused on finding someone else - anyone else from the UNSC or what he would hesitantly declare "his" galaxy. If he's the only one here from his home, that's one thing, but if there's anyone else, he's not intending to leave them hanging.]

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[Akin was too busy being fascinated to be worried that he had no idea what was going on or how he had come from an Oankali shuttle to this place... (or what had happened to the poor, lonely, shuttle)]

[The place smelled, and the sensory tentacles on his legs were careful not to brush too many surfaces -- he was already picking up far more toxins through his feet than he normally managed. But it was obviously a machine and, if not human built, one occupied by humans that had far more tools than even the ones described to him from before their war. Between that and the presence of species he'd never heard of, he was content to walk the spaces of Omega, looking around and trying to strike up conversations. he was aware enough to avoid humans with threatening body language, but otherwise he was letting things happen as the whim struck him.]

(OOC: Feel free to respond to a greeting or catch him examining... well, probably anything.)

[Yeah, he's been here before, and yeah, he doesn't look too happy to be back. He's got a goddamn galaxy to save, and he's stuck here in this shithole? Pardon this renegade while he hits Afterlife to go find the bitch in charge.

Of course, he's not allowed out of the landing zone just yet, so have him standing near one of the shuttles and checking his N7 Piranha for a bit. Yeah, he might just be weighing options on actually getting past this little blockade so he can figure out what the hell is going on.

After all, he doesn't have time for this bullshit when Earth is on the line.]

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[Being put in a place she didn't recognize isn't new, but the place is. She's used to S S Thor, her 'home away from home', and as aggravating as that place tended to be, at least it was clean. Already her nose is wrinkling at the foul odor Omega exuded and she looks around warily at her surroundings, the people there, before stepping off the transport with the group she had arrived with.

Nobody she recognized either. She never thought she'd say this but she almost wishes Naruto was with her like he was the last time she had been dumped unceremoniously on a space station. Even if he had broken her Guide within a minute. But maybe it was better he wasn't, he was needed far more where he was than she did.

Her ninja instinct comes into play and Ino begins her information gathering the best she can: Talking to the locals and listening in quietly on conversations. She's not being nosy...really.]

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...welp. (Malcolm Hawke | Dragon Age 2)

lisbeth salander | stieg larsson's millennium | open (markets)

Agent North Dakota | Red vs. Blue (CR AU)

Agent York (AU/CR AU) | Red vs Blue | OTA

Jeff "Joker" Moreau | Mass Effect

Marian Hawke | Dragon Age II | markets

Raquel Shepard! ...with temporary default femshep since I don't have caps for mine yet /1stworldprob

Maeby Funke | Arrested Development | OTA (markets)

agent washington | red vs blue | cr au

zoe | mass effect oc | n7 shadow

Sandrilene fa Toren (Sandry) | Circle of Magic | Landing Zone

Solona Amell | Dragon Age | Open ( Markets )