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[When Tali had woken up this morning, she felt like she'd been comatose - or, more accurately, dead - for the past few days. She only remembers snippets of the previous week, but sitting up and finding Gokudera's sweatshirt around her shoulders helped her remember a little more. Had she really been killed..? Well, at least the Author had seen fit to replace her enviro-suit; the tempreture sensors wereall back to normal and working, her helmet shiny and new.

Either way, she heads out, and down the corridor toward Dera's room. She owed him an apology, as well as his sweatshirt
]
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[This evening probably could not be going any worse right about now. Whilst the NPC crew members had been dealing with the lifeboats and generally panicking, Tali had been going the opposite direction to the crowds. She had headed down into the ship in an effort to help anyone that needed it, though that was proving difficult, what with the NPC stewards locking all the doors and the gradually rising ice cold water causing the sensors in her suit to go haywire. Already finding it difficult to move through the waters, she had to make do with banging the butt of her shotgun against the wall to make noise as she called down the hallways]

Hello! Is anyone down here?

[When all that followed was a deathly silence and the lights flickering out, she curses under her breath, before heading back up to try again. On another corridor.]


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[Making sure the coast is clear, Tali hides herself away long enough to send out a text message on the network]

Alot of you don't know me, but I hope you'll read this anyway. In case you didn't already know, making noise will attract these...things. And the only way to make them stay down is to destroy or damage the brain somehow.

Keelah se'lai

[With her message sent, she now concentrates on reloading her gun; this week, evidently wouldn't be much of an issue for her]

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[Since finding a baby Quarian in her room, Tali was at first apprehensive to do anything but leave it alone. She had helped with one or two children in her time aboard the Flotilla, but she'd never had one directly in her care. The video feed comes on to show her in the kitchen, with the infant laying quite happily on the table in front of her, although the childs face is hidden by Tali standing in the way. She's busy fitting it with a tiny enviro-suit and mask the Author was kind enough to leave with it. Then again, it would have been pointless to give her a child to take care of but then have it die within a day or so]

Alright little one - that should do it..

[Picking it up gently, it makes a happy, content giggling noise as she nuzzles her helmet against the childs]

Now we'll see how bad those microbes are...~
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[Since arriving at the Manor, Tali has yet to be impressed. There was nothing here; she was wasting her time, when she should have been back on the Normandy.

So, here she is - sat on the fountain, cleaning her gun for the third time, willing the timeaway until she can be returned back to the ship and the crew
]

((Feel free to bother her~♥))
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[After waking up in the forest and eventually finding her way out, anyone nearby may run into the young Quarian.  Confused and very wary, Tali pulls out her gun, and starts to wander a little further away. She knows she isn't dreaming; the nerve sensors in her suit were picking up stimuli, and that never happened when she dreamt. Bringing up her omnitool, she frowns behind her helmet as shegets nothing but bad signal]

Come on...Come ON you little Bosh'tet...damnit....

[As the orange hologram fades again, she takes out the blackberry she found next to her, and selects the video option]

Where am I? Who brought me here? Commander Shepherd, are you nearby? What is your location?

[To Tali, the blackberry was incredible outdated - primitive even. But with no other form of contact, she's at a loss for how to get answers]

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