Knowhere IC

Who: Commander Shepard (Open to the Space Ladies)
What: Shepard gets her memories back and a wish comes true
Where: Her apartment.
When: Backdated to the 18th, since it took me longer to finish this than I'd thought.
Rating: Medium to high, Flashbacks and general unpleasantness for Shepard, minimally talk of death and sacrifice.
Status: Narrative (possible thread), complete.



( It had been said she looked pretty good for Dead. )

(OOC: Backdated to the 20th.)

You know, some days I just want to put my feet up and relax.

[ Sharon Carter {616!AU} ]

I'm thinking of taking a sick-day, maybe play hooky. I think something is wrong but I still kind of think it'd be fun to just sneak off for a day, you in?

(OOC: Backdated to after Shep first finds out the Normandy has arrived, super early morning on the 19th)
[ Jyn ]

Hey you. I know it's kind of late, but uhm, it's been kind of a weird night and a really big surprise showed up.

You think you could meet me down at the docks? I'd really like you to be one of the first people who see it.

[white noise--wind, somewhere high up--and footsteps ... someone pacing]

All right, "Batman." It this is real, then why don't you come out? [it's Jason, no doubt of that, but he sounds wrong, unsteady, frantic beneath a thin veneer of calm] Explain to me why none of you can kill the Joker, but it's okay to lock his murder victims up in the cell next door so he can tell them every Goddamn day how much fun it was to beat them to death and then blow them up. How does that make you a hero? How does that make any of you heroes? You're so much fucking better than me because you don't use guns? Gimme a break. At least when I put down a murdering pig, they stay down.

[voice breaking] He tortured me, and then he took me from you, and you just turned around and replaced your broken toy soldier with the next model up.

[clears his throat, steadies himself]

So let's hear it, Batman. Let's hear how you're the savior of Gotham, and I'm just a mistake. Meet me on the roofs. You know how to find me.

Caitlin! I'm pretty sure I don't have what you have and it's great.

Uh... Dean? Cas?

I might need to take precautions for if I ever lose my memory again. I'm not going to do this a third time.

My lover's lute lies ever on my mind
Of late. And all that I have time to do
Is wander dreams in which we are aligned
Once more, like ancient days when we were two.
My lover is no more an Anchorite
She is magic, song and charms and beauty
Even lost in Hel's most secret plight
She always plots a way around her childhood duty
The far away horizon spreads before us
And though I see her not I hear the chorus
The first of all the songs she made sublime
Parsley, sage, rosemany and thyme.

Until the day that we may meet again, howe'er
Lonesome Angela of Asgard may I be
When all I want to be is Sera's cavalier
Yet all that I can do is wait, alone and abjectly.

Are we in London? It's hideous.

My best friend's wife is about to push a baby out of her uterus and you lot go and kidnap me before I can get him drunk one last time. I'll have you know you've condemned him to a horrible life.


I need a mechanic.... an auto repair.. person. Whatever you lot call it.

[Private Against Mels]

Crap, crap, crap So. Mels might've escaped the TARDIS.

[...]

And by might've, I mean she did.

Assassin on the loose, watch out. Her directive is to kill the Doctor, so she probably won't be any harm to anybody who doesn't get in her way, I think