Post by Rascarin on Feb 20, 2009 0:32:36 GMT 1
AN: A rather childish, juvenile idea I had after something similar (almost) happened to me just the other day . Anyway, read on and enjoy. There might be more, depending on how well this one goes down...
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Liara found that the medical storage cupboard suited her quite well. It was out of the way of the rest of the Normandy’s crew, so she was unlikely to be disturbed. Dr Chakwas had allowed her the use of the computer console, allowing her extranet and to be able to write up her notes from Therum into a full report. Ordinarily, she might have found the room too gloomy, but after the stark light of the Prothean security device that had been her residence for the last few days she was glad of the darkness.
She had been on board for a few hours now, and after a medical examination, Liara had confined herself to the cupboard to sort her notes and examine a few Prothean data disks that the crew had recovered.
The door whooshed open and Dr Chakwas leaned her head through the opening. “I’m going on a break now, Dr T’soni. If you need anything, I’ll be in the mess.”
Liara nodded her acknowledgment, and Chakwas turned and left. Liara listened for the sound of the med-bay outer door opening and closing, and sighed in relief. With the coast clear, she inconspicuously lifted one leg up off the chair.
“Clapclapclapapapap…fssss.”
Her eyes widened in alarm, mortified that someone might have heard. Hearing no laughter or cries of surprise from the mess, she relaxed and settled back to her work. Moments later, however, to her extreme dismay, she heard the door open again.
“Liara?” Shepard called.
Petrified, Liara said nothing. Shepard was bound to notice if she came in. Keeping her silence, she tried to will the commander away.
No such luck. The cupboard door opened, revealing Shepard’s silhouette framed in the light from the med-bay. ‘Keelah…’ Liara thought, borrowing the Quarian expletive. Nevertheless, she stood and addressed the commander.
“You’re looking much better, how…” Shepard stopped mid-sentence, her smile suddenly dropping. Her mouth opened and closed as though she tasted something foul. She took a noisy, deliberate sniff of the air, and her lips pulled back into a grimace of disgust.
“Oh, wow,” she said, making a small gagging noise. “Good God, Liara, have you… oh, man. That’s nasty.” She took one more sniff, made another noise of abhorrence, clapped a hand over her nose and mouth, and fled the room. The door hissed closed a few moments later, leaving a very chagrined Liara, who had turned an interesting shade of ultramarine.
Ashamed, she sat back down. “By the Goddess…” she muttered, when suddenly the intercom that she hadn’t even realised was there crackled to life.
Joker’s voice came through, and it was clear he had only just managed to bring a fit of hysterical laughter under control. “Ha ha ha!” He guffawed, “I wondered what that noise was!”
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Liara found that the medical storage cupboard suited her quite well. It was out of the way of the rest of the Normandy’s crew, so she was unlikely to be disturbed. Dr Chakwas had allowed her the use of the computer console, allowing her extranet and to be able to write up her notes from Therum into a full report. Ordinarily, she might have found the room too gloomy, but after the stark light of the Prothean security device that had been her residence for the last few days she was glad of the darkness.
She had been on board for a few hours now, and after a medical examination, Liara had confined herself to the cupboard to sort her notes and examine a few Prothean data disks that the crew had recovered.
The door whooshed open and Dr Chakwas leaned her head through the opening. “I’m going on a break now, Dr T’soni. If you need anything, I’ll be in the mess.”
Liara nodded her acknowledgment, and Chakwas turned and left. Liara listened for the sound of the med-bay outer door opening and closing, and sighed in relief. With the coast clear, she inconspicuously lifted one leg up off the chair.
“Clapclapclapapapap…fssss.”
Her eyes widened in alarm, mortified that someone might have heard. Hearing no laughter or cries of surprise from the mess, she relaxed and settled back to her work. Moments later, however, to her extreme dismay, she heard the door open again.
“Liara?” Shepard called.
Petrified, Liara said nothing. Shepard was bound to notice if she came in. Keeping her silence, she tried to will the commander away.
No such luck. The cupboard door opened, revealing Shepard’s silhouette framed in the light from the med-bay. ‘Keelah…’ Liara thought, borrowing the Quarian expletive. Nevertheless, she stood and addressed the commander.
“You’re looking much better, how…” Shepard stopped mid-sentence, her smile suddenly dropping. Her mouth opened and closed as though she tasted something foul. She took a noisy, deliberate sniff of the air, and her lips pulled back into a grimace of disgust.
“Oh, wow,” she said, making a small gagging noise. “Good God, Liara, have you… oh, man. That’s nasty.” She took one more sniff, made another noise of abhorrence, clapped a hand over her nose and mouth, and fled the room. The door hissed closed a few moments later, leaving a very chagrined Liara, who had turned an interesting shade of ultramarine.
Ashamed, she sat back down. “By the Goddess…” she muttered, when suddenly the intercom that she hadn’t even realised was there crackled to life.
Joker’s voice came through, and it was clear he had only just managed to bring a fit of hysterical laughter under control. “Ha ha ha!” He guffawed, “I wondered what that noise was!”