[OPEN] A window opens up and someone calls your name

[tenthstreetbred]

Who: Commander Shepard and YOU!
What: Shepard has just returned from the land of Hiatus and is trying to settle back in!
When: Today, the 15th
Where: A lot of places honestly, but mostly Enso and the Islets
Warnings: PG-13 I'd say! If anything more crops up, I'll edit this to reflect it.



A. The Islets

[It hasn't been too long since she woke up inside her special little home, the crumbling structure that she's claimed as her own. She has no idea that time has passed, and yet... things feel a little different to her than they did before. Perhaps it's because the plants around her home seem just a tad larger than before, maybe the wood creaks louder... It's only a gut feeling however, nothing more, and therefore she gets up and begins her day like nothing has happened at all.

But something did happen, and the dream she had during the night sticks with her as she begins to build her dwelling into something more livable than it is now. Later she'll travel through the islets, quietly checking up on everyone and getting ready to travel back to Enso to retrieve more supplies and see what is happening there.]

B. The Mana Pool

But first, before she makes the trip over, she decides to take a bit of a break by the mana pool on her islet of choice. She's sitting by it casually, wearing her clean and repaired under armor and tries to not think too hard on why she must return to pools like this one rather frequently to stave off the feeling of her very bones creaking and cracking as she moves. Hell, she's barely in her 30s and yet she's already falling apart.

If she happens to see anyone she knows nearby she'll give them a friendly hello as she spends this quiet moment recharging. She wouldn't be against company in general however, acquaintance or no.

C. ENSŌ

[Here is where she gets back to work, making her way over the island to collect whatever she can to be used in building materials and food to add to stocks both personal and designed to be left in caches on the island for anyone who may need them. Places of note she can be found are The Beach where she can be seen trying to clean it up a bit so it's less dangerous to be there and collecting driftwood and pulling it aside to dry. The Ruins are also another place for her to be found as she checks in makes sure everything is still together. She also hits up the Coconut Trees specifically for more of that sweet sweet fruit. Overall however if it has already been explored you can potentially find her there.]

((ooc: I switched between brackets and prose with these prompts but I don't care all that much so feel free to tag with whatever makes you the most comfortable for anything here!))

Comments

B

[caduceusoncall]

[Mercy's been less keen on adventuring since the fustercluck incident. She's been sticking to her shack for the past few days with only the occasional trek to get food from the mainland. In fact, she's about to make another one of those treks when she notices someone by the mana pool outside. Someone she hasn't seen before. Which isn't saying much, as she's only met a handful of the many people she's heard inhabit the islands now.

Hoisting her knapsack over her shoulder and grabbing her staff, she steps out of the shade of the tarped roof and into the sun.]

Good morning, I don't believe we've met. My name is Mercy. You are...?

♥!

[tenthstreetbred]

[Shepard looks up, coming out of her reverie to see who it is saying hello. It's no one she has ever seen before but she seems friendly enough so Shepard gives her a casual nod.]

You can call me Shepard.

[She turns a bit more towards her, brow crinkling a bit.]

Your name really Mercy?

♥!!

[caduceusoncall]

[A small smile forms on Mercy's lips. Surprisingly, this is the first time anyone on the island has asked her that question.]

Pleased to meet you, Shepard. It's my call sign for work. I consider myself on duty on this island, so I use it as my primary form of identification.

[A hesitant pause, a nervous shift. It's only fair that she offer the truth in response to that question.]

You may call me Angela, if you prefer.

[tenthstreetbred]

On duty, huh?

[That catches her attention very quickly.]

Are you a soldier?

[When Mercy-... Angela, tells her her name Shepard smiles.]

Angela. That really gives you an "angel of mercy" vibe there.

[caduceusoncall]

[Mercy smiles politely.]

Not a soldier, no. A field medic. I try to be a guardian angel to the soldiers I work--I suppose worked--with. You have military background?

[Some people give off an aura of having seen some shit. To Mercy's experienced eyes, Shepard gives off that aura.]

[tenthstreetbred]

[Shepard laughs.]

I guess with some people it's obvious.

[Other than the Storyteller themself, no one else has put the pieces together about her. Or if they have, they haven't mentioned it. It's been so long now that her initial worry about revealing what she was and who she was has slowly been easing.]

I do. I was a soldier in the Alliance Navy before I came here. My rank was Commander, with the N7 designation. That sound familiar to you at all?

[It's a shot in the dark but you never know.]

[caduceusoncall]

Hm. [Her brow furrows in thought.] I'm afraid not. I was with Overwatch, during the height of the Omnic Crisis, as the head of medical research. I suspect we are from different worlds. This island seems to draw all types.

A

[souris_keteer]

[As Shepard is traveling to check on others, a bouncy friend busts out of his shack.]

Hiya, pal! How you been?

[tenthstreetbred]

[He's so bouncy and bright it brings an instant smile to Shepard's face, though it's a reserved smile. It's been a long time since she smiled without abandon. She stops right where she is and looks him over.]

I've been pretty good. Just trying to adjust to life around here. What about you?

[It hasn't been too long since she saw him last but she still finds herself checking to make sure he hasn't got hurt in the interim.]

[souris_keteer]

Can't complain! it's like every day, I'm makin' new friends!

[He doesn't appear to be hurt, and that smile isn't leaving anytime soon.]

[tenthstreetbred]

[He's as bright and happy as always and Shepard is pretty sure at this point she'd fight a war if it would keep him happy. Then again, that doesn't take much from her seeing as she attaches to pretty much anyone who gives her any sort of warm regard.]

That's good to hear. What kind of friends have you made so far?

[souris_keteer]

All kinds! Mostly humans, but then, I guess that's what's mostly here on the island. Funny, we never had any of those back in the kingdom.

[tenthstreetbred]

What kind of people did you have back home?

C

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet was just stocking up on coconuts, but she's not surprised to hear someone else coming up... until she turns around and sees who it is. She restrains herself from showing any obvious surprise, but a bit of relief still leaks into her tone.]

Ah, Shepard, it's been a while since I've seen you around. I'm glad to see you're doing well.

[tenthstreetbred]

[Shepard raises an eyebrow at her tone but it's not terribly confusing.]

Didn't think it's been that long. I'm glad to see you're doing good too.

[She nods to the coconuts that Muffet is gathering.]

Need some help with those?

[prettypurpleparlor]

I think I've got most of them, but if you wouldn't mind grabbing a few extra I'd appreciate it. I like to have a good supply of food stored up, just in case.

[She notes Shepard's uncomprehending expression, and has a sneaking suspicion the woman isn't quite aware of just what she means.]

You are aware you were gone for at least two weeks, yes?

[tenthstreetbred]

[Shepard gets to work promptly, nodding a bit.]

Sounds good to me. We don't know what this island could throw at us.

[Her hands freeze before they grab another coconut as she turns to look at Muffet sharply.]

Excuse me, what?

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet meets Shepard's stare with her own- even if being as short as she is means she has to tilt her neck a bit to manage it- and repeats flatly:]

Two. Weeks.

And you're not the only one who's been missing, either. Marcille's been nowhere I can find her for at least as long.

[tenthstreetbred]

I have no memory of this.

[She can feel her skin crawl as, unbidden, she remembers Project Base and the glowing artifact named Rho. Harbinger's yellow eyes glowing out of Dr. Kenson's head. You shall be the first to witness our arrival]

Last I remember is going to sleep in that shitty shack I call a house. After that, waking up.

[She shakes her head.]

There was also that dream, but... that couldn't have lasted two weeks.

[Her head snaps to attention.]

Marcille is gone? Did she leave any evidence behind?

c;

[chummer]

What the fuck is with you and you lander's obsession with fruit? [ he asks, genuinely curious.

Though he mostly just sounds like an asshole. For a predator, however, Finely honestly doesn't understand the appeal of fruit and vegetables. ]

[tenthstreetbred]

[Shepard doesn't pause in her collecting, though she does turn her head a bit at the unfamiliar voice to get a side view of who it is heckling her.]

It's a pretty easy source of many essential vitamins. It takes a lot more effort to hunt and you might not even succeed after all the hassle into it.

[She pauses a bit and sighs.]

But damn, what I wouldn't give for a good burger right around now.

[Now that she is paused she looks to the man speaking to her.]

What's a lander?

[chummer]

[ ... Well, at least it's an answer. That's more than he's gotten out of most people. ]

A lander, y'know. Someone who lives on land. I don't, so.

[tenthstreetbred]

[Shepard looks at him for a moment. Really looks at him. Her eyes stay on his face, then slowly gravitate to the land that he is currently standing on. Almost... living on, if you will. Her eyes go back to his face.]

Well damn. Didn't realize I've been in the ocean this whole time. Could've fooled me.

[Slamming that renegade interrupt aren'tcha, Shepard?]

[chummer]

[ To that, Shepard gets the most unimpressed look Finley can muster. ] Ha-fucking-ha, [ he 'laughs' in response. ]

I'm a shark, in case you can't tell. [ The webbed hands and feet, the fins jutting out at his elows, the rows of teeth. ] I usually have a tail, too, but I got magicked into some weird fucking lander hybrid thing so I could walk on land.

[tenthstreetbred]

[Thanks to this more involved look, yeah, he definitely is very sharkish in nature. All in all though he reminds her of an old friend; in looks only, not personality.]

Did the Storyteller do that to you?

[Her changes had been more subtle in nature and had taken awhile for her to notice but if she lost a body part woo boy she'd be pissed.]