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[bornrenegade]

Who: Apt B, anyone walking by?
When: Day 62, night (backdated)
Where: APARTMENT BADASS (B)
What: STUFF

[So it's night, which means instead of doing that strange "sleep" thing people keep talking about, Chris was on the 5th floor clearing some nature.

Now he's coming back to Apt B covered in vines and blood and junk all over his armor, but otherwise fine.

OH AND HE'S DRAGGING A BIG DEAD LIZAGON.]

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[cloak_and_sniper]

[sat on the floor in the empty living-area, bare footed and tweaking with her Omni-tool. As is usual]

Hey. You managed to kill something on your own.

"barren" until it gets awesome stuff.

[foil]

[tired, but relieved to be what seems to be recovered completely... what is all this noise?]

[comes to the door and immediately moves back] Woah-!

[bornrenegade]

[Dropping the Lizagon to the floor.]

It's almost as if I had training.

[cloak_and_sniper]

[regards it with a frown and then is back to her Omni-tool again]

I taught you well.

apt barren... sob

[bornrenegade]

Relax. It's dead.

[Sounds annoyed. Mostly because it was a bitch and a half to kill.

Drops it to the ground with a dead thump!]

[foil]

[is that an odd red glow coming from parts of your face?, looks to the uniform, then he's looking straight to Jane Shepard]

Family?

[bornrenegade]

[He kneels down beside it and holds out his arm, omni-blade popping out. He should really get a smaller blade for this.]

[DEADPAN] Where would I ever be without you?

[cloak_and_sniper]

[there's a beep from her Omni-tool and a flash of frustration, clenching her fist]

Still sleeping in the hallways.

[bornrenegade]

[Yes, yes it is. And even though he linefaces like a pro it is obvious from his pause that that was an uncomfortable question.]

...Something like that.

[Kneeling down beside the Lizagon and turning it on its back.]

[foil]

[wow, he's going to think you're a slob]

Are you really going to cut into that thing in here?

[bornrenegade]

[Grunts moodily at that response and looks over, omni-blade poised over the Lizagon.]

Having trouble?

[cloak_and_sniper]

[makes the tool vanish and folds her arms, looking over at the Lizagon]

You could say that.

[bornrenegade]

[Hey it's not like he's not going to clean it. It's just a little blood!

Orange holographic brace appears on his arm, a blade popping out. But he looks over and raises a brow.]

Yeah.

[foil]

[that's just gross, but he's sort of curious anyway]

What is it?

[gets closer, leans over it a little, reaches a hand out to touch - is that even okay?]

[bornrenegade]

[That's kind of weird.]

Not much you can do with it here.

[Starts cutting its stomach!]

[cloak_and_sniper]

[Oh, lovely! She keeps watching, though.]

There's not much I can do here full stop. Other than set fire to things and make myself invisible for ten seconds! Even then, if I try moving the cloak fails.

[Grump grump grump!]

[foil]

[cringe, what an introduction]

That smell-

[bornrenegade]

Lizagon.

[Well it's dead, so he won't stop you, but he's about to cut this sucker open once you're done.]

[foil]

[in fascination, he pokes at it a lot, too bad there's not a book about it in here - he'd read everything, steps back when finished, but not before stealing a very brief glance at that weird effect on his face]

We picked up bed rolls for everyone. [ well, that's a lie, he really only got three, but Elliot is making him share and he'd completely forgotten about the other person they hadn't met yet ]

[cloak_and_sniper]

Chris probably smells worse under the armor.

[smirk]

[foil]

[sly grin]

I tried to get water out of the faucet already.. and noticed a bath isn't an option.. [wearily] We're just going to have to smell it.. all.. night.

[cloak_and_sniper]

That truly is a fate worse than death.

[foil]

Maybe getting bed rolls first wasn't a good idea.

[cloak_and_sniper]

I dunno, might keep the smell in.

[chuckles, scratching her cheek]

[foil]

I'm sure you could just toss him into a closet and close the -- [notices the lack of doors on closets, and sighs]

Maybe I should introduce myself... when.. he's not.. cutting apart a giant lizard.