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I need a helping hand

Date & Time: The last week. Just about anytime.
Location: Outside Unit 107. Sup Shepard.
Characters: Miranda and you! (So very open)
Summary: Someone needs some hobbies. And friends. Until then, one ex-Cerberus Cheerleader is just going to be walking by Shepard's apartment. Often.
Warnings: None?

[Like just about every other day, Miranda is ~~stalking~~ walking past Shepard's room for the 25902434th time that day. She can be seen tinkering with her omni-tool, which she's rigged up to sync with her netbook.

Without the threat of the Reapers hanging overhead, she feels at a loss of what to do. The last few years of her life have revolved around Shepard. In the new setting, she wasn't certain of her purpose anymore. She was restless and directionless and hesitant to offer support to the Initiative.

So really, it left her with not a whole lot to do. When she wasn't in her room sleeping, she was training. When she wasn't training, she was working on her omni-tool. Now that she had finished the sync, she had more time on her hands than she knew what to do with. Thus, the pacing.]

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[Alistair is similarly at a loss for what he should be doing at this exact point in time, since he's still reeling over the arrival of both Elissa and Morrigan. Both of them most certainly came from different worlds than he did, and that was downright unsettling.

He spots the woman pacing, and can't help but ... well, watch. It's her fault for being genetically engineered to be attractive, obviously, but it's a -- welcome sort of distraction. Eventually, though, he does move to talk to her.]

You're going to wear a trench around that suite if you aren't careful, you know.

[Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it :|a And she does. Her armor is just as skin-tight as it was back home.

Miranda looks up from her Omni-tool, pulled from a dazed thought of back home. She sighed to herself- she did too much damn thinking here. There wasn't anything to keep her occupied and she was slowly going crazy. She takes a slow breath in to regain her composure. She almost, almost gives in to the need to talk to someone. Instead, her tone is dismissive.]

I'm certain the concrete is designed to handle repeated traffic.

[She shrugs him off and goes back to her omni-tool. This time, leaning against the wall to pretend like she isn't stalking Shepard.]

[Ah, he's seen that look before. Unfortunately for Miranda, Alistair usually just ignores dismissiveness. He hears it often enough.]

I wouldn't put it past them to have overlooked that. What these people forget to do could fill the Circle tower.

[Alistair peers over to the omni-tool with some interest.]

That's a neat -- whatever it is. Did they give it to you here?

[She's amused at the very least. So she'll allow the conversation to continue.] Perhaps I've given them too much credit for making it to this point in time, then. One would think they'd have figured out how to properly mix a batch of cement by now.

On the contrary: I was lucky enough to come here with it.

So you're from one of the places that's more in line with the technology here than with say -- magic.

[He's always good for some entertainment, most people will readily admit to that.]

Must be easier to adjust.

I imagine it gives me a headstart. However, we have our own equivalent of magic. It's not what I've seen in books, but it's something. What about you?

[At that, Alistair huffs. He resents that people think just because he's from a place with less -- baubles and gadgets -- that he's any less competent.]

From what I understand, the place I am from is considered 'medieval'.

[He stretches the word out -- med-ee-evil.]

Personally, I don't see where slaying dragons makes you less capable!

[During his stay here, Ico had already explored most of the city. However, even if he could find some way off this land, it still would not get him back to his time. Ico was restless and he even resorted to doing small work for store owners to earn a little money. He did have to pay off the driver for the damages he caused that day. That meant that Ico was rarely in their shared apartment except to rest or eat. Still, he at least knew Miranda well enough to identify her pacing in front of a unit.]

Hello, Miranda. [He said politely. He looked at the unit number although he did not know who lived there.]

What are you doing here?

[She glances up from her omni-tool to see her small roommate. They hadn't interacted much, which was fine by her. She spent most of her time elsewhere. Still, he is a child and she's hesitant to just brush him off.]

Ico, nice seeing you out. I was starting to think we'd never cross paths outside of our apartment. What have you been up to? Me? I've just been getting some fresh air.

[He lifted his nose and smelled the air. The city air was nowhere near as fresh as the one that ran through his home village, but he said nothing about it.]

I needed some money so I cleaned a few stores. I also looked around this city. It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. Did you see that clock tower? I bet you can see a lot from up there.

[He looked in the direction of Big Ben. His Mark and sword made him look so small, but his body was strong.]

I think I’ll climb it someday soon. Then I’ll see everything.

The biggest you've seen? Where exactly are you from?

[She looks over at the tower. Her years in the air have given her little room to be impressed by ordinary buildings. Although her curiosity of Earth's relics was piqued.]

Be careful, okay? We wouldn't want you having another unfortunate accident. How close are you to paying for your earlier damages?

I’m close, I need about fifty Marques.

[He smiled confidently.] Don’t worry about me; I was just surprised that time. I’m from Toksa, it’s a small village but there are many trees there. I used to climb them all the time. It is bigger than the trees but I looked at it before, there’s plenty to grab onto so it won’t be difficult at all.

[As a show of his skill, he leapt onto the rail and balanced on it. It was easy for him and he even walked on it.]

Congratulations, I'm sure you'll get it in no time.

[Color her impressed. She likes to see a hard working youngster. She smiles fondly at him.]

You're certainly adventurous. I bet you got into all sorts of trouble back home.

[He did not say anything about it but he chuckled.]

What about you, where are you from? Does it have big towers like this one?

( And like just about every other day too, Hope is walking out of his own unit about to head to see Vanille right next door. Today though, he finds himself pausing as he closes the door behind him and turning his attention to the other unit he neighbored.

It's becoming something of a familiar sight, even if he does not know the woman personally. He didn't really pay it much attention at first... but now it's become a bit more difficult not to notice. )

I think at this point, I might just have to consider you one of my neighbors as well.

[Miranda pauses. She usually went for more subtle actions. She guesses it's hard to not notice her presence outside of Shepard's apartment. The sudden change in atmosphere left her off-kilter. There wasn't the threat of Reapers hanging over her head, no need to protect Oriana. So instead, she was left protecting Shepard from invisible threats.

She gives him a small, tight smile. Socializing still doesn't come easy for her. A childhood devoid of friends and an adulthood of keeping people at arm's length rendered her incapable of anything more than restrained civilities.]

In a way, I suppose we are. I'm only a few flights up.

[Y e p. Playing it cool. It's a coincidence, okay :|a]

( Hope is familiar with those kinds of smiles, they're familiar in a number of ways. Far to many to think about right now. So, he let's himself focus on her answer, admittedly unable to hide a smile. )

Ah, I see. ( He cannot help glancing upwards briefly, before turning his attention downwards with a nod. It's okay, he can play it cool too. ) Well then, I do try to introduce myself to all my neighbors. Hope Estheim, nice to meet you.

Miranda Lawson, a pleasure. [Her voice is cool, detached. Her gaze plays around her surroundings. Despite everything she's been through with Shepard, finding herself in a new situation has her returning to her old ways. She doesn't know who to trust. The giant weight of her father is gone from her shoulders and she's still figuring out her place here.

She lets out a small sigh. It's no use pretending she doesn't want to at least be polite.]

Where were you off to? Seeing Vanille again?

[Standing outside of Shepard's place has given her far too much time to observe and learn.]

[Sitting around makes Shepard bored, cranky. Makes her feel useless. It's about the usual time that she makes her way to the bar, to at least soak up some kind of activity. It's not even just about the drinking, although alcohol certainly has its benefits in her life -- namely keeping her calm, sane(ish), centered. No, what a bar holds for her is life, action, noise, idiots she can laugh at.

When she opens the door, it's really not a surprise to see Miranda there, idly stalking her. It's almost as if Legion were here, to be honest.

Her eyebrows furrow together as she purses her lips.] Miranda, really. People are going to start thinking weird things if they keep catching you out here. Why don't you just... knock? Or walk in? [A short pause as she smirks.] Or meet people?

[Miranda acts surprised. But it's been happening on a rather frequent basis and she can't hide the fact that she spends more time outside of Shepard's apartment than she does at her own place.]

It's not as if I don't live around here, either. And let them think what they want. It's not illegal to walk by your apartment, Commander.

[Slightly quieter.] Besides, I'm sure you have other things to do than keep my company.

[She looks taken a back.] I've...met people.

[Shepard is so not fooled by the surprised act, but she relaxes her mouth more into a friendly smile.] I think you're a few places shy of full on stalking just yet, Miranda, but you have to admit that it's a little weird to be camping out in front of my door.

[A quick shake of her head.] Not particularly. There's nothing to really get done here in between missions.

[Uh huh.] By that, do you mean you've met my neighbors?

[Caught, Miranda gives in.] You're right, Commander. I'm just...a bit at a loss of what to do here. Without a task at hand I'm finding myself without purpose. It's not a position I'm used to being in.

[Her voices raises slightly.] They're my neighbors, too. [She sighs and runs a hand through her hair.] I've always known I wasn't cut out for civilian life. I can only hope Joker finds a way to get us airborne.

There's plenty we could probably do around here, Miranda. It's just a matter of digging around. [Shepard crosses her arms over her chest, frowning a bit. She's feeling the same sort of disconnect.] I'd like to figure out more about the Initiative.

[A grin.] You and me both, on both fronts. But I doubt Joker will be able to, and where would we go?

The Initiative almost seems to be as secretive as the Illusive Man. They're just not as successful as he has been. I almost miss the structure he offered. If he wanted something done, it got done.

Anywhere. It's been a long time since I was grounded. Even while I was putting you back together I was at least in space. Maybe next time around I'll be able to go off on adventure like yours.

[Shepard makes a face.] As much as I hate to admit it, you're right. He told us where to go and what needed to be done, and we got our missions completed. [She sighs.] Even if he was manipulating us the entire time.

Ha. I haven't been grounded this long since... [Oh right. A frown flickers across her face.] My six month isolation treatment in Vancouver.

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