Who: Jane Shepard and Zoe Washburne What: The Room mates finally get acquainted Where: The Rabbit Hole When: Wednesday July 24th, Early evening. Rating: Pg-13, most likely for drinking and war stories Notes:
The bar had become a pretty familiar place to Commander Jane Shepard. Her first night here, she'd spent time with a rather charming young man, playing pool and getting to know parts of her life from someone else's perspective. To say the night had been interesting, would have been an understatement. She'd been here a bunch since then too, mostly just poking her head in to sit somewhere there was noise, but never really engaging anyone or talking. It was just nice to be somewhere that was noise, somewhere that didn't feel so confined.
Of course, after a week of that, Jane had found herself going more and more stir crazy. She also, slowly but surely, had begun to settle into the notion that she wasn't leaving, or waking up, anytime soon. She'd partially accepted it when she'd actually started looking around for a job. She'd partially accepted it when she'd taken the time to reach out to some of the other locals too, and that's when the realization had struck her: Jane Shepard shared a room with a woman she'd hardly spoken to outside of their communication device.
It had seemed, all at once, to be terribly rude of her. She wasn't the only displaced person here and she wasn't the only space traveler either. She'd been so caught up in her own world that she'd been neglecting a lot of the people around her. That wasn't Jane. It wasn't who she was at all. She was Jane Shepard. She didn't ignore anyone, for any reason, and certainly not someone she was going to be living with for the foreseeable future.
Even though she'd been discussing the idea of going to see this barrier everyone had been talking about, even though she was curious to see how it stacked up with her own biotic powers, some things just had to take precedence. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to be the one with answers, unless those answers involved a serious manipulation of physics or shooting something anyway.
Jane had picked a clearly visible table, near the entrance, and has sat, waiting to finally meet this woman in person. At least she was a fellow space traveler, Jane took comfort in that.