Kolyat must show up at Oriana's door dressed in that elf suit.
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I don't usually like posting fill parts before I'm comepletely done, BUT THIS IS FOR YOU DRAWANON! Please don't lose hope in me! I'm upholding my half of the bargain. You know what to do.♥♥
The Canadians across the street
anonymous
November 20 2010, 23:24:14 UTC
The space doorbell buzzed.
There was silence for a bit and Kolyat hoped that meant that no one was home. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that his patrol partner was having a lot more luck with the tenants across the street. He chalked it up to the fact that the salarian got to wear some clothes at least. Lucky bastard.
This entire farce was an awful idea; something evil concocted last minute by both C-sect's PR and HR teams. It was supposed to be some kind of new funding effort. What it really was, was bullshit.
His mind wandered around this morning's memories, and it wasn't until he heard a shout from inside the apartment that he realised he'd left his finger on the buzzer.
“I'm coming, I'm coming! Hold your horses, for goodness sake
( ... )
salarian officer, even if he didn't quite grasp the 3/?
anonymous
November 20 2010, 23:39:02 UTC
“What's going to happen at the event, is it some kind of social, or like the annual charity ball?”
“Do you know what an 'elf auction' is? Because it's going to be one of those.” He hoped that it was human thing, because he really didn't want to have to explain it. Back at the station, Bailey had had a hard enough time as it was; the event had sounded too much like slavery to a couple of men.
Wherever the tradition came from, it seemed like the young woman was familiar enough not to ask him to elaborate. Or maybe she just didn't want to look stupid; he didn't care. Either way he was grateful. Up until her next question of course.
“Are you going to participate?”
He laughed dryly, saying, “Gods I hope not.” Kolyat failed to mention that Bailey had said he'd call them even on the remaining community service if he did.
Out of the blue, Oriana asked, “Hey, this might sound rude or something but, um, what exactly are you
( ... )
cultural significance that was hockey. 4/?
anonymous
November 20 2010, 23:44:51 UTC
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Meanwhile, on board the Normandy Commander Shepard was finishing a shower. He was just stepping out of the washroom and doing up his slacks when he noticed Garrus. Just standing there, in his room. Holding a bottle of what was probably booze.
“Can... I help you?” the commander asked carefully.
His turian buddy fidgeted, trying to phrase what he wanted to say. Shepard didn't think this was a good sign at all.
“Hey, relax,” he said, crossing his arms. “Talk to me Garrus. You know you,” he cast another slightly worried glance to what he was starting to suspect was wine, “can tell me anything. So what's bothering you?”
“I got a message from an old contact at C-sec a few weeks ago,” Garrus started, “It's no emergency or anything like that; I'm on their mailing list. The guys are holding a charity event and I usually throw some credits their way when I can.” He shrugged. “And since I was on the Normady, I thought it might be a good idea to ask around. You know, gather some funds for the people fighting the good fight on the
( ... )
They let him explain the "cultural items" including the 5/?
anonymous
November 20 2010, 23:53:36 UTC
“What? This?” Garrus asked, looking at the bottle as if for the first time. “You didn't honestly think- ?” The turian laughed. “Oh that's good, Shepard. But no, don't get your hopes up. This is the best you can buy with my salary and probably a little too good for you.”
Shepard recrossed his arms, and gave the turian a look“It's for Tali,” Garrus offered quickly, “Dextro stuff, so she can drink it.” He cleared his throat. “But that's not important. I'm here because I also wanted to invite you to come to the ball with me
( ... )
Re: They let him explain the "cultural items" including the 5/?
anonymous
November 21 2010, 00:45:07 UTC
^ I will agree with OP. I have only known two people who can and do write a good Kolyat, or a good Oriana, for that matter. I think fillAnon will be number three. (First fillAnon did a great job, too.)
Re: They let him explain the "cultural items" including the 5/?
anonymous
November 21 2010, 03:26:18 UTC
OP here.
Just try to imagine my joy - the prompt gets filled two times and both of the writers can actually write Kolyat without it turning into a gawdawful angstfest or whatnot. I have truly been blessed!
Re: They let him explain the "cultural items" including the 5/?
anonymous
November 21 2010, 20:01:39 UTC
Getting facts wrong and not doing research. I've seen Oriana written as a soldier who was majoring in the violin. Both of those things are wrong. Obv. that is a bad version of her.
Anon is right that it's hard to write her 'correctly' with so little info (tho we do have e-mails and chatlogs, Miranda and after-mission reports to pull from) but it's obv. when someone is at least trying. So I appreciate fillAnon tackling the challenge.
magical candle stick and the 6/?
anonymous
November 24 2010, 18:46:06 UTC
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The opportunity for shore leave had been a hit among the crew. Nearly everyone had opted to stretch their legs, and it left the ship practically quiet. Even Joker had decided a vacation was in order, but didn't leave until he'd given the commander a very very weak elbow jab and a wink, saying, “You know what they say, Captain: ''Tis the season
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Kolyat must show up at Oriana's door dressed in that elf suit.
Click the original link for some inspirational images / handy visuals.
I don't usually like posting fill parts before I'm comepletely done, BUT THIS IS FOR YOU DRAWANON! Please don't lose hope in me! I'm upholding my half of the bargain. You know what to do.♥♥
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The space doorbell buzzed.
There was silence for a bit and Kolyat hoped that meant that no one was home. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that his patrol partner was having a lot more luck with the tenants across the street. He chalked it up to the fact that the salarian got to wear some clothes at least. Lucky bastard.
This entire farce was an awful idea; something evil concocted last minute by both C-sect's PR and HR teams. It was supposed to be some kind of new funding effort. What it really was, was bullshit.
His mind wandered around this morning's memories, and it wasn't until he heard a shout from inside the apartment that he realised he'd left his finger on the buzzer.
“I'm coming, I'm coming! Hold your horses, for goodness sake ( ... )
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“Do you know what an 'elf auction' is? Because it's going to be one of those.” He hoped that it was human thing, because he really didn't want to have to explain it. Back at the station, Bailey had had a hard enough time as it was; the event had sounded too much like slavery to a couple of men.
Wherever the tradition came from, it seemed like the young woman was familiar enough not to ask him to elaborate. Or maybe she just didn't want to look stupid; he didn't care. Either way he was grateful. Up until her next question of course.
“Are you going to participate?”
He laughed dryly, saying, “Gods I hope not.” Kolyat failed to mention that Bailey had said he'd call them even on the remaining community service if he did.
Out of the blue, Oriana asked, “Hey, this might sound rude or something but, um, what exactly are you ( ... )
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Meanwhile, on board the Normandy Commander Shepard was finishing a shower. He was just stepping out of the washroom and doing up his slacks when he noticed Garrus. Just standing there, in his room. Holding a bottle of what was probably booze.
“Can... I help you?” the commander asked carefully.
His turian buddy fidgeted, trying to phrase what he wanted to say. Shepard didn't think this was a good sign at all.
“Hey, relax,” he said, crossing his arms. “Talk to me Garrus. You know you,” he cast another slightly worried glance to what he was starting to suspect was wine, “can tell me anything. So what's bothering you?”
“I got a message from an old contact at C-sec a few weeks ago,” Garrus started, “It's no emergency or anything like that; I'm on their mailing list. The guys are holding a charity event and I usually throw some credits their way when I can.” He shrugged. “And since I was on the Normady, I thought it might be a good idea to ask around. You know, gather some funds for the people fighting the good fight on the ( ... )
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“What? This?” Garrus asked, looking at the bottle as if for the first time. “You didn't honestly think- ?” The turian laughed. “Oh that's good, Shepard. But no, don't get your hopes up. This is the best you can buy with my salary and probably a little too good for you.”
Shepard recrossed his arms, and gave the turian a look“It's for Tali,” Garrus offered quickly, “Dextro stuff, so she can drink it.” He cleared his throat. “But that's not important. I'm here because I also wanted to invite you to come to the ball with me ( ... )
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This one will also profess undying love for MORE. And get to work on what was promised.
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AUTHOR
YOU ARE MAKING MY WEEK, MONTH, YEAR EVEN
THIS IS SO CUTE, SO INCREDIBLY CUTE! Everything I could ask for! I can't wait to see where you go with this.
Internet is so full of horrible Kolyat that reading yours is like touching the heaven.
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Just try to imagine my joy - the prompt gets filled two times and both of the writers can actually write Kolyat without it turning into a gawdawful angstfest or whatnot. I have truly been blessed!
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Curiously: how exactly is it possible to do a "good" or a "bad" version of a character who had zero lines of dialogue in the game?
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Anon is right that it's hard to write her 'correctly' with so little info (tho we do have e-mails and chatlogs, Miranda and after-mission reports to pull from) but it's obv. when someone is at least trying. So I appreciate fillAnon tackling the challenge.
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omg omg omg
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The opportunity for shore leave had been a hit among the crew. Nearly everyone had opted to stretch their legs, and it left the ship practically quiet. Even Joker had decided a vacation was in order, but didn't leave until he'd given the commander a very very weak elbow jab and a wink, saying, “You know what they say, Captain: ''Tis the season ( ... )
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