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fandomtownies2013-07-12 12:46 pm
fewer_explosions) wrote in fandomtownies2013-07-12 12:46 pm
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Galactica Point, Friday Morning
It was not that the island's surface held any lack of appeal, but Liara had had no intention of walking this far, and yet here she was. She had been going through very real trouble finding some kind of emotional equilibrium; so she had retreated to her books and stayed well away from day-to-day Fandom life.
But not today.
"I don't drink coffee, I drink azure tea, my dear," she sang softly under her breath without being aware of it. "I like my sea food soaked not fried, and you can hear it in my cadence when I speak - I am an asari on Old Earth."
Well. That was... curious.
"See me wandering down Apocalypse Avenue, my crest curving high. I cannot hide it from your sight, for I am an asari on Old Earth."
She leaned against the stone. More than curious. That was... disturbing.
"I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien, I am an asari on Old Earth!"
[[ open, sure ]]
But not today.
"I don't drink coffee, I drink azure tea, my dear," she sang softly under her breath without being aware of it. "I like my sea food soaked not fried, and you can hear it in my cadence when I speak - I am an asari on Old Earth."
Well. That was... curious.
"See me wandering down Apocalypse Avenue, my crest curving high. I cannot hide it from your sight, for I am an asari on Old Earth."
She leaned against the stone. More than curious. That was... disturbing.
"I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien, I am an asari on Old Earth!"
[[ open, sure ]]