[ In truth, Garrus is one of the people he's least worried about. Not for lack of caring, but because he's a capable guy and doesn't need a babysitter.
It doesn't mean he doesn't worry at all. ]
FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org You made it here okay, right?
Hey, Garrus. I saw the new team configurations and... Well, I obviously don't know how you're feeling about it. You might be fine, for all I know. And if you are, I'm glad! But just in case you're not...
FROM: gilbert.elena@cdc.org
You'll always be my leader. Once a leapfrog, always a leapfrog.
But you might wanna be careful about pitching in with someone who has clearly fucked up. I don't wanna drag anyone down. You guys mean something to me.
Spear, no idea. Bow, Erin. She knew the crossbow, at least. Look for people used to low tech.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
And if we can make some spears, we can get people learning them. Nobody's gonna be experts, but the basics are pretty straight-forward. Strength training is the key since they'll be heavy.
[ It's been months for him. Months and months of so much happening. He doesn't know how long it has been since he was Macha but he feels the need to check in on his friend. The fact that he even had a friend that he could forget still confuses him. ]
[ Red was just an ordinary boy enjoying an ordinary boy walk, as much as an ordinary boy can enjoy an ordinary walk on an alien planet after helping to stop an alien stampede.
Alas, one should not enjoy an ordinary walk on an alien planet, regardless if they were really enjoying it or not, for that planet is not about enjoyment and instead about misery for those that do not belong, and so when that tremor shudders through the camp (not even one of the bigger ones at that), an ordinary boy should watch his feet or he will tumble over like an anime.
Unfortunately, Red is completely an anime and most comically as one does - and quite painfully, it should be known; someone better get the bandaids for his booboos ready - he tips back and right too much forward, and with a yelp and his arms out wide, he falls dramatically to the ground.
That is our story of the ordinary boy that did not belong on the abnormal planet. But don't worry, he's not dead. He's just groaning in his misery, his life, and whatever else. ]
[For a moment, all Garrus can do is stare. That is the most dramatic fall to the ground he's ever seen in his life, though he's not the least bit surprised that it's a human falling like that. Short of the volus, nobody's more dramatic.
The ow gets him kneeling, though, trying to make sure the kid is all right. He's not heartless. Even though he's amused by the way the guy went over.]
FROM: red@cdc.org hi its red. we met earhlier. sorry i couldnt figure out how to spell the names you told me before for the people in charge. can you spell them please. thank you
Hey, Red. Try Armada. If you don't get a response, try Neheda or Gliese. For a basket, try Alphonse Elric or Edward Elric. Probably Alphonse first, though.
[He seems less moody. And then, as a little bit of a joke:]
outside camp, west side, you'll know when you see.
[He'll know when he sees, because if he decides to show up, he'll find Erin curled up on the ground, almost like she decided to take a nap, what the hell.]
Don't recall anything about Green being a shuttle service. Shield, not pickup and delivery.
[Despite that response, he's headed out. In theory if she's calling for help she actually needs it. Several minutes later he's' found her and comes over.]
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