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Who: Garrus (officer_garrus) and anyone who wants to join in
When: Early afternoon
Where: Random pub
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: Garrus explores the city, trying to figure out more about this strange new setting. His latest stop is a local pub.
Warning: None
Garrus knew he stood out like an angry krogan. As he walked through the city, he kept getting curious, and suspicious, stares from the locals. The people here had obviously never seen a turian before. But how much of that distrust was due to the fact that he was obviously an outsider, rather than being a different race? Garrus mostly just ignored them.
So far he'd gone past a few shops, a library, and some weird church. It wasn't clear who the church worshipped and the locals weren't exactly willing to share information.
The vigilante eventually decided to take a rest and gather his thoughts. Garrus went into the nearest building, a pub, and sat down at a table. He checked his Forge for new messages, finding none, then took another look at the text detailing the city, still ignoring all the looks he got in his direction.
When: Early afternoon
Where: Random pub
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: Garrus explores the city, trying to figure out more about this strange new setting. His latest stop is a local pub.
Warning: None
Garrus knew he stood out like an angry krogan. As he walked through the city, he kept getting curious, and suspicious, stares from the locals. The people here had obviously never seen a turian before. But how much of that distrust was due to the fact that he was obviously an outsider, rather than being a different race? Garrus mostly just ignored them.
So far he'd gone past a few shops, a library, and some weird church. It wasn't clear who the church worshipped and the locals weren't exactly willing to share information.
The vigilante eventually decided to take a rest and gather his thoughts. Garrus went into the nearest building, a pub, and sat down at a table. He checked his Forge for new messages, finding none, then took another look at the text detailing the city, still ignoring all the looks he got in his direction.