((SORRY IT’S TINY but this comp can’t handle much XD Also was working on gif frames before tamjayspiration. >.>
I MISS YOU CSEC-COWGIRL I’M SORRY I WAS SUCH A BAD SLOW RP PARTNER BUT… tamjay is beautiful ;_; ))
*Tamos chatters, flaps lifting in a returning smile.* My squad was sent on a mission. Top secret, no communications in or out except from command over an encrypted channel. I-I am sorry I was not able to tell you. *Shutters its optic and leans into the pets.* I-it is… good to be back.
*her hand continues rubbing his flaps as she stands there, glad to have her geth friend back* It’s okay, I understand. N7 Spectre, remember? *she chuckles softly* I did miss you though, very much. I got worried when I didn’t hear from you for so long. You remember my girlfriend, yeah? Jack? She lives on the Normandy with me now. We’ve a cat, now. Mieze. You’ve missed a lot, Tamoschen.
*Tamos hums, opening its optic just a bit.* Of—of course. *Flaps flutter when she chuckles.* I missed you, as well, Shanechen. *Lifts its head, listening attentively.* Th-that is wonderful. I am… happy for you. *Its hands come together to fidget, head lowering.* And I am sorry I missed it all. I wish I could have been here.
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tamosgi started following you
Tamos. I am Tamos. *Optical focus shifts as it scans the scuffed-up platform. A handful of processes search the local database for reference to this unit, but draw a blank.*
I-I cannot seem to identify you, either. *Its obviously distressed by this, flaps furrowing in concern as its hands wring each other.* My… my apologies. What is your designation?
WWWEWEWE are. 943. -Its faceplates flare out as it scans Tamos, quickly putting its appearance to memory- TAMoMOMOS. WHat is your DIRective?
*It nods and starts a file absently as it studies the other Geth. Flaps flattening, it recites its position.* I am an infiltration unit assigned to Alliance cross-species special operations squad 2b847. *Its flaps loosen again, falling in a concerned frown.* Y-you are damaged. *It knows from experience that frequently, damage looks worse than it is, so remains hopeful as it attempts to ping the other’s programs and request a diagnostic report.*
tamosgi started following you
[SYNTHETIC DETECTED: Z2V0aA]
UNit. Z3JlZXRpbmdz. DESIgnatiON?
Tamos. I am Tamos. *Optical focus shifts as it scans the scuffed-up platform. A handful of processes search the local database for reference to this unit, but draw a blank.*
I-I cannot seem to identify you, either. *Its obviously distressed by this, flaps furrowing in concern as its hands wring each other.* My… my apologies. What is your designation?
tamosgi replied to your post: M! Anon: You are now a human for 3 hours.
An all-too-familiar affliction. Do you require anything—food, lodging, clothing? We may be able to provide it.I am unsure. I have a deep pain in my torso, and I hear a frequent rumble coming from it. I cannot run diagnostics like this…
You are hungry. One moment; I will bring foodstuffs and clothing.
*Arrives soon after with a t-shirt, sweatpants and pair of sneakers over one arm and a little take-away container in the other hand. It holds it all out to the newly human Geth.*
My condolences.
Without bothering with the clothes, he takes the container, opening it, and begins eating. A rather messy affair, as he isn’t quite used to having a mouth. He really could’ve used an emergency induction port. With the food gone, he gave a deep groan, smiling slightly. “Much better.” He said, patting his stomach before looking down at the clothes. “What do I require these for?”
Tamos busies itself with placing the clothes neatly on a nearby chair while Frank eats, then waits patiently until he’s done. It returns the smile with a lift of its flaps and nods. “I am glad.” Then it follows his gaze to the stack of clothing.
“Humans require clothing. You fortunately seem to have been changed already wearing pants, but it is widely considered rude to be without shoes or a shirt.” With deft hands, it unfolds the shirt and holds it up against Frank’s torso, flaps drooping a bit. “It… may be a little… small for you. But it should be adequate.” Leaving the shirt leaning against his chest, it turns to get the shoes. “Do you require help dressing?”
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Captain James T. Kirk, of the USS Enterprise.
*Salutes automatically, posture straightening, as it scans its databanks for a Kirk or Enterprise.* Tamos, Geth combat infiltration unit, Alliance special operations squad 2b847.
…Apologies, sir; I do not have your name on file. With whom are you affiliated?
An all-too-familiar affliction. Do you require anything—food, lodging, clothing? We may be able to provide it.I am unsure. I have a deep pain in my torso, and I hear a frequent rumble coming from it. I cannot run diagnostics like this…
You are hungry. One moment; I will bring foodstuffs and clothing.
*Arrives soon after with a t-shirt, sweatpants and pair of sneakers over one arm and a little take-away container in the other hand. It holds it all out to the newly human Geth.*
My condolences.
tamosgi started following you
Hmm, another Geth? I’m Solana Vakarian.
*Blinks, searching its databanks.* …Sister of Vakarian, Garrus. I-it is an honor to meet you, ma’am. I am Tamos. *Nods politely, flaps lifted in an odd sort of smile.*
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It seems as if everytime I turn around, there are more people on this damn station!
What do you need?
((If you want to get something more…concrete going, let me know. Not sure how often I’ll be on here but if I have RP’s to reply to, it will be more often.))
N-nothing, sir! *Pauses to stand straighter, hands fidgeting at its sides. After a moment it reconsiders and lowers its head, studying the floor.* U-unless… there is something I could do for you? A… job, perhaps, of some sort?
tamosgi replied to your post: [[The real question is why don’t we have a special…
((haha. technically there is. I went around making everyone quarian, geth, or volus for Cybernetic Sunday a week or tw ago. Apparently every day of the week has someone so all three had to be crammed on sunday. We need to celebrate it more at least!)[[Goddd it should be done. I’m actually glad that folks are making aliens into other aliens rather than…….humans. I mean humans are great but that’s so boring. :c What about Elcor, though. We making anyone into elcor at all? I’m going to do that. Everyone is an elcor.
Edit: WHAT ABOUT THE VORCHA AND BATARIANS ok I’m just going to force everyone to be unloved aliens. I’m good at roleplaying.]]
((Inorite! And I thiiink every race has a day, but the ones putting it together initially left Geth out so I jammed them in with quarians and volus—it used to be suit sunday, but I call it cybernetic sunday and WISH it was synthetic sunday. xD And someone’s gone around making people Elcor before, but not for an Elcor day of any sort (in fact it was on Cybernetic Sunday interrupting the Gethy fun D: ).
Salarians have Sur’Kesh Saturday, Drell have Frill Friday, Asari have Thessia Thursday… Krogan have Tuchanka Tuesday I think? I know there was something for Monday and Wednesday too but I can’t remember. XD
And yesssss good. |DDDD))
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