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DETAILED SUMMARY OF EVENTS SANS THE BULLSHIT, PLEASE
a) "You've been selected from a list of potential applicants to test our esteemed company's newest virtual reality game-- one more REALISTIC than any of its kind before!"
b) Life lesson number god-knows-fucking-what: sleeping pills and beer don't really mix at all.
c) This is the fucking

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[femshep]

...Cute.

I sure hope you got your ass inside before you put all that together.

[Actually, she doesn't care too much even if he didn't, but... technicalities.]

[mostawkward]

like fuck i wanna be anywhere but outside right now.

[alright, so not only are his surroundings ridiculous, there're others here that he don't know. settle down, boy. better be rational first.]

who's this?

[femshep]

your funeral.

commander shepard.

[mostawkward]

[-- military. government. had wesley any hackles, he'd be baring them right now. he'd never had to worry about them before, but that was because he had sloan and them to keep him out of trouble.

game's different now.

keep it cool.]

you from that kernos?

[femshep]

[Funny story, Shepard's only 'commander' by the respect she gets. She gave all forms of authority the finger about a week before she showed up here.]

Of course not. We're all prisoners here.

[mostawkward]

peachy.

[from behind the screen, wesley is gritting his teeth. so not only is he completely out of resources, he doesn't even know who he can trust in this place. it seems to bring all kinds of people, age not being a deterrent to anything. so far, there'd been two military types he's interacted with, which means that whatever KERNOS is, their reach is pretty far and wide. indiscriminate, too, though wesley doesn't really see the point in bringing kids to a game at this scale, unless they plan to train them, though that doesn't seem the case.

he's got no answer from fox yet, and he's not sure how to take that. she's supposed to be dead, yeah, but then again, wesley had a little bit of hope -- just a little bit --

he suddenly feels extremely tired as he rubs the back of his neck in frustration.]

[femshep]

not going to force you to come inside, but I've been out there when the gates shut, and if you're out there alone you'll be dead in ten hours. twelve tops.

[And because she realizes she hasn't even asked yet:]

are you even armed? If you're not, that cuts your time down to about an hour and a half. And that's if you run.

[Odds are, he won't believe her. He'll want to take his chances. She knows his type. She's got a few of 'em on her squad, in fact. But he can't say he wasn't warned.]

[mostawkward]

[he hesitates. this is sound advice, and he'd do well to follow it, especially since he knows fuck all about the terrain that he's in. greater chance to research if he stays alive, greater chance to live.]

five minutes. if you're bereft of my bitchery for a week, no loss to anyone.

[he's still hoping that someone might recognize him here.

-- and of course, just his luck, there are threats in this island. wesley can't tell whether this is part of the game, or just pre-gaming. fuck his life.

he contemplates not telling this person whether he's armed or not, but then again, since nobody knows him yet, better let them he could be dangerous. just in case.]

i'm armed, not sure it'll last. free armory would be a good idea.

[femshep]

no such thing as free here.

[mostawkward]

[but some of them are armed. that means that they have the means to obtain arms, but it's all neatly partitioned between fighters, probably. interesting.]

i'm loving this by the minute.

[alright, time for a bolder line of questioning.]

in case i run out, who the fuck has spare guns? or weapons?

[femshep]

I do.

[She's not trying to hold the power, she just really doesn't know who else has any extra.]

[mostawkward]

[well that just makes him doubly cautious, regardless of whatever intentions she has.]

cool. name and place?

i'm sorry for her, she's just careful. fff. She'll give him some, don't worry

[femshep]

shepard. pay attention.

I've got no reason to trust you yet. Hope you've got enough to last until I do.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT wesley is just ... wesley

[mostawkward]

alright then. new line: i message when you when i'm close to done, then we can meet somewhere neutral, which is where.

[femshep]

[He's not bitching about her refusal, which is refreshing. Maybe even a little promising. So she'll give him this much:]

Cafeteria on the east end.

[mostawkward]

cool.

and it's wesley, by the way.

[huh. alright, so living here wasn't as bad as he'd think it'd be.

it takes him a while before he adds,]

thanks.