Commander Shepard (evertheheroine) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-01 13:53:00 |
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It was going to be another one of those nights. Jane had already felt it creeping in after rounding up a few more articles of herself and trying to settle in with some kind of plan. She was good at plans, after all, and had grown rather attached to them in recent years. Even if all that plan was happened to be 'Hit it really damn hard and see what happens', Jane could live with that. Of course, her crew couldn't, or didn't want to, and that had a habit of complicating things because Jane cared. She always had, she always would, and, even if it was something like dropping down to the bottom of an ocean to find clues, she always did her best to try and make sure she got back to them. However, that same caring proved to be a remarkable complication in the last year of Jane's life, or at least since the initial attack on Earth. The nightmares were relentless and, even stuck in some weird, alternate, Earth history, Jane had a hard time getting the idea out of her head that she'd somehow failed. Normally, if she'd been aboard the Normandy, she would have just taken a shower and wandered the ship, gone to see Liara, or whomever else might have been awake, and just kept herself busy. Now, with the only members of her crew present having been turned into humans, and Jane just starting to make an effort to rebuild her relationship with Liara, she decided that knocking on their door at three in the morning might have been a bit rude -- even if they probably would have rather she done so. It was why Jane had stripped out of her uniform and tossed on her general civies, grumbling about how she'd probably have to go shopping for more soon if they were really stuck here. Once she was finished she'd taken a quick minute to get herself a glass of water, tuck her dog tags down into the folds of her sleeveless shirt, before quietly slipping out the door so as to not disturb her room-mate and the new company it seemed she had. Having room-mates was strange, but Jane rather liked Zoe, and saw no reason to be impolite. Making sure to double check that the PDA was in her pocket, just in case someone needed her for something, Jane shut the door behind her and made for the stairs. Jane jogged down the stairwell to the bottom of the tower, because stairs were infinetly better than elevators when you were trying to tire yourself out, and pushed through the doors at the bottom. Breaking out into the morning, she decided to give herself a few minutes to stretch, just in case this Sam character did, in fact, show up for a run. |