ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ Cassandra Anderson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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riverviewlogs2017-06-09 09:10 pm
wronganswer) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-09 09:10 pm
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got caught up again
who: Anderson and you, hopefully! Open!
what: Anderson tries to adjust after arrival. Prompts for floor 10 in the communal housing, the shooting range, and shopping. Also feel free to respond with anything! She's on the police force so any potential coworkers have an easy way to run into her, or be doing something suspicious and she'll investigate. Additionally, I have no attachment to prose, so please feel free to switch to brackets.
when: Various
where: Various
warnings: She is telepathic and empathic, although not very aggressive with it. But please fill out her permissions before threading!
> FLOOR 10
Anderson is an astonishingly easy roommate to adjust to. It might even take a while to realize she's there. She's used to Spartan living, and it shows: she never leaves traces of her presence around in the communal areas, and she cleans up after herself promptly, immediately. That doesn't mean she's a hermit. She's morbidly interested in meeting all of her roommates, just not quite forward enough to seek them out in a concerted fashion.
But feel free to describe something they would be doing on an average day, and perhaps they could run into each other.
> SHOOTING RANGE
About the only place she still wears her Judge's armor now is the shooting range, where she goes to clear her mind and practice with the local firearms. She intends to get up to snuff on every single weapons comp there is, as one of the only remaining things that she considers inside her comfort zone. Some part of her relaxes just to be back in the uniform with a gun in her hands.
Anderson has never considered herself one of those Judges that can't turn off when they're off the job, but she's starting to realize that only works in comparison to other Judges. Not in comparison to average citizens, or at least not the ones here. She feels completely unmoored, at a loss, pretending she knows what she's doing as she's had to pretend so often before. When she's really having a hard time adjusting, she uses her Lawgiver, keeps up on pure target practice. She's frighteningly efficient, and she doesn't practice only kill shots; she fires to disable as often as to kill.
The new weaponry takes more concentration, but is enjoyable in its own way. She can be found several days a week practicing, if not shooting then stances, smooth reloading, safe carrying positions. She's thorough.
> SHOPPING
Easily the strangest part of her week is shopping. Anderson's prior shopping experiences have been starkly divided: the dim memories of her childhood in the poorest slums of the city, where her parents could barely afford anything and shopping was fast, sparse; and the luxuries she used her tiny disposable income on as an academy student, the Hall of Justice providing everything she needed to live and nothing more, same as a military cadet. Those were a chance to breathe, an excuse to get out and be among the people she wanted to protect as much as it was to fulfill the purpose of shopping.
Here, in the Quarantine, she is here to shop. She needs clothes. Toiletries. Cooking supplies. Books to read-- for pleasure. It's a bit overwhelming, truth told, not in the scope but just in the mundanity of it. Anderson had gone from poor mutie to terrifying Judge with nothing in-between, and suddenly being thrust into average daily life is a bit baffling. She doesn't dislike it, though. She enjoys the chance to see life from a new angle, appreciates the amount of decisions she can make with no consideration for regulations or for anyone else. She can take her time, since she's still in training at police headquarters and hasn't shifted to a full time schedule yet.
She had to rent a car for the day in order to have somewhere to stash all her purchases. Circumspect and restrained, she doesn't have a ton of them, but here and there she can be found poking through more feminine shopping areas, makeup or jewelry or sundresses, pondering. It's not a part of herself she's ever really considered before, usually on the defensive or the offensive, never just herself, and she's curious.
For about a week, you can run into her shopping for just about anything, poking around in interest even if she has no intent to buy.
what: Anderson tries to adjust after arrival. Prompts for floor 10 in the communal housing, the shooting range, and shopping. Also feel free to respond with anything! She's on the police force so any potential coworkers have an easy way to run into her, or be doing something suspicious and she'll investigate. Additionally, I have no attachment to prose, so please feel free to switch to brackets.
when: Various
where: Various
warnings: She is telepathic and empathic, although not very aggressive with it. But please fill out her permissions before threading!
> FLOOR 10
Anderson is an astonishingly easy roommate to adjust to. It might even take a while to realize she's there. She's used to Spartan living, and it shows: she never leaves traces of her presence around in the communal areas, and she cleans up after herself promptly, immediately. That doesn't mean she's a hermit. She's morbidly interested in meeting all of her roommates, just not quite forward enough to seek them out in a concerted fashion.
But feel free to describe something they would be doing on an average day, and perhaps they could run into each other.
> SHOOTING RANGE
About the only place she still wears her Judge's armor now is the shooting range, where she goes to clear her mind and practice with the local firearms. She intends to get up to snuff on every single weapons comp there is, as one of the only remaining things that she considers inside her comfort zone. Some part of her relaxes just to be back in the uniform with a gun in her hands.
Anderson has never considered herself one of those Judges that can't turn off when they're off the job, but she's starting to realize that only works in comparison to other Judges. Not in comparison to average citizens, or at least not the ones here. She feels completely unmoored, at a loss, pretending she knows what she's doing as she's had to pretend so often before. When she's really having a hard time adjusting, she uses her Lawgiver, keeps up on pure target practice. She's frighteningly efficient, and she doesn't practice only kill shots; she fires to disable as often as to kill.
The new weaponry takes more concentration, but is enjoyable in its own way. She can be found several days a week practicing, if not shooting then stances, smooth reloading, safe carrying positions. She's thorough.
> SHOPPING
Easily the strangest part of her week is shopping. Anderson's prior shopping experiences have been starkly divided: the dim memories of her childhood in the poorest slums of the city, where her parents could barely afford anything and shopping was fast, sparse; and the luxuries she used her tiny disposable income on as an academy student, the Hall of Justice providing everything she needed to live and nothing more, same as a military cadet. Those were a chance to breathe, an excuse to get out and be among the people she wanted to protect as much as it was to fulfill the purpose of shopping.
Here, in the Quarantine, she is here to shop. She needs clothes. Toiletries. Cooking supplies. Books to read-- for pleasure. It's a bit overwhelming, truth told, not in the scope but just in the mundanity of it. Anderson had gone from poor mutie to terrifying Judge with nothing in-between, and suddenly being thrust into average daily life is a bit baffling. She doesn't dislike it, though. She enjoys the chance to see life from a new angle, appreciates the amount of decisions she can make with no consideration for regulations or for anyone else. She can take her time, since she's still in training at police headquarters and hasn't shifted to a full time schedule yet.
She had to rent a car for the day in order to have somewhere to stash all her purchases. Circumspect and restrained, she doesn't have a ton of them, but here and there she can be found poking through more feminine shopping areas, makeup or jewelry or sundresses, pondering. It's not a part of herself she's ever really considered before, usually on the defensive or the offensive, never just herself, and she's curious.
For about a week, you can run into her shopping for just about anything, poking around in interest even if she has no intent to buy.
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Garrus is nothing if not obvious as one of the few non-humans walking around, and her eyebrows are up as they get nearer to one another. ]
I see you weren't kidding about the different planet thing.
sorry this took so long
If there is ever a f!Shep that apps, Garrus might definitely be reminded of her in this moment. It's a bulky pistol thing.At least Anderson looks ready for trouble. Garrus can appreciate that. He isn't running around unarmed either. Likely never will be either. It's a new location and while it seems peaceful enough, the Turian doesn't trust it. He knows better.
His mandibles flick in a grin when Anderson finally makes a comment.]
Did you think I was? Or maybe you thought it'd be a costume? I haven't been to one of those parties for a while. Never could find anything to wear.
no worries at all!
She looks pretty overtly curious, even fascinated, but in a humanizing way, not the sort of way someone looks at a spectacle. She's too used to being one herself, for myriad reasons. ]
Just wasn't sure what to picture. Being here is an experience, that's for sure. [ She shakes her head. ] Who thought I'd be grocery shopping?
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Garrus is, at any rate. He's seen plenty of humans, but each one is just so different. This situation is different.]
It'd have been a little hard to describe, really. [If only because he doesn't know the appropriate descriptors someone from Earth would understand.] At least when you're shopping, the cabbage isn't likely to attack you.
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Ready to see just what aisle dextro-based food is in?
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[Garrus can relate to that feeling. The last, what, four years? Let's go with four years. Anyway, the last four years had felt like nothing but firefight after firefight. No complaints, of course.]
Should we ask or just bumble around?
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[ She might as well have been a highly militaristic cloistered nun all that time. It's not a bad comparison.
She ducks inside the store with a quick look to keep track that he's following, and muses over the question as she grabs a shopping basket. ] Bumble around? I'm not sure I'll recognize anything here to start with.
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[To be fair, he's never really bothered to ask what Alliance training was like. Call him obsessed or too goal oriented, but there had been more pressing matters like Saren, the Collectors, and the Reapers to deal with. Besides this Academy is different than the Alliance's training programs. Could be interesting.
Now, as Anderson takes a cart, he feels sheepish. Rubbing the back of his neck, Garrus gives a shrug. It might be for the best to just start looking.]
That probably goes for the both of us. At least the ingredient lists will be helpful.
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[ She would, actually. Anderson is human enough (compared to a classic Judge, who is meant to be distinctly faceless) to care about other peoples' stories and like learning them, and Garrus, of course, is not human at all. She's flatly curious.
A little dryly, poking fun at herself, ] I'm thinking eggs can't be too different. Maybe I'll start with that. [ Ducking down the edge of the store rather than braving the central aisles... Maybe they can see a section blatantly labeled Non-Human somewhere? That would be nice. ]
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[Everyone seems to stockpile those items. Garrus isn't sure why. Eggs aren't a very good idea if you can't cook them. Milk won't stay good if the power goes out... Which in space you've got more to worry about than bad milk if the power goes out.
Garrus follows along behind Anderson. Sure, he still sticks out, but he's already getting used to it. It doesn't even take him long to find something that he can have nestled into the multitude of egg cartons.]
So one for you and one for me?
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He's probably not the first non-human to walk the esteemed halls of the grocery store, anyway, so the stares don't last too long. ] Sounds good. [ She peers over. ] What are you buying, exactly? I have no idea what to picture.
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It's been a long time since I've had to prepare something myself. So basics, I guess.
[Truthfully, the cook on the Normandy only recently had been invested in keeping Tali and Garrus fed. So of course they lived off of nutrient bars and rations.]
I am going to be very rusty and I'm not really sure how to describe any of it without it sounding... [Heh.] Alien.
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I'll take what I get. In the service, huh? [ Anderson glances over. ] I haven't had to prepare anything, either. [ She has a rudimentary knowledge, but that's about it. ]
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Yes. It's mandatory for every Turian to go to bootcamp and do their time. I served on a few ships before basically becoming a cop.
[It's the best way to describe what his job in C-Sec had been.]
Did you volunteer?