<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Doctor<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Am I hallucinating?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jacki | Closed<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Pontoon was a new one for her, although the concept seemed simple enough. It certainly was more impressive than ‘War’ or ‘Go Fish’, and there was a sudden spark of amusement in her smile when she realized that, essentially, an alien would be teaching her about an earth game. Samantha was only twelve years old when humanity made its first discovery of the aliens. Seventeen years after the nightmare that was Shanxi, and she was in the furthest reaches of space, drinking coffee with a Salarian and surrounded by all of that diversity he just mentioned.<br/><br/>“I think it would be easier to show you tarot cards than to explain them, but they’re centered around fortune telling. Each card has a face, each face has a different meaning, and the interpretation of that meaning changes on how it was pulled from the deck; upside down or right side up.” She peaked at her card, a five of spades, and then continued talking without missing a beat. “They’re considered a novelty, as I said, but they’re amusing all the same.”<br/><br/>Taking a drink of her coffee, Sam rolled her shoulders and popped her neck one more time. “As for the crew?” She shrugged. “I don’t spend much time out of the hospitals and labs. The last time I left the Citadel was to return to earth for some… well, personal business. But I was on the flight back when everyone got sick, and the councilors have been keeping me rather busy since.”<br/><br/>But she didn’t mind being busy. Busy kept her focussed, kept her distracted, and moving forward. She worked best when she was multi-tasking, and there was plenty enough to do that there was no shortage of work that required her attention.<br/><br/>“Met my first krogan; that was… strange.” Was that even putting it politely? Her cheeks were still warm from the embarrassment, although that was a few hours ago. “The spectre is living up to be everything I was told spectres were. Luus was a breath of fresh air --although quite the flirt.” She shrugged her shoulders again, almost sympathetic. “The nerd inside me is giddy, enjoying every moment of this experience. But it’s also a little overwhelming. For everyone. Tempers are short. I don’t doubt there will be a fight that breaks out somewhere in the crew because of the various personalities among us. Cultures and tempers clashing and boiling over. Stress from the unknown and paranoia about infections and political strife.”<br/><br/>Sam tilted her head to the side, eye lifting and staring off into some unseen corner of the ceiling. “Then there are the alpha personalities who will be pounding their chests and pulling out their dicks for a measuring contest.” She tallied this on a finger, then added a second. “Plus, those who have not seen combat before or who have never undertook an assignment of this caliber. They’ll be frightened, they’ll have their minds focussed on the ‘what ifs’ and not their reports. Accidents will happen, tools will slip and we’ll get our fair share of small injuries.”<br/><br/>She blinked, then looked at Jackiro with an apologetic look. “Sorry. Do I draw a card?”