<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/c5/8d/99c58d6d22f1fc3a74d4249388a04192.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Mary-Ann Herder<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>Hacker and Anti-Espionage Free Agent<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>This Jacket (https://i.imgur.com/1duhr8h.jpeg) and plain black leggings.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Food Hall, sometime before the Reetix mission.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 19th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Ladies Night.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Rue [To arrive], Jay [To arrive], Sam [To arrive],<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>She hated meeting people. Why did she always try and do this when she hated meeting people? Mary-Ann had a hard time dealing with new people because they were unpredictable, and impossible to understand sometimes. She was the sort of girl who liked having a modicum of control. She was on this floating tub as an Anti-Espionage asset and to hack into any data they needed, but that didn't mean she wanted to sit in her room alone until they needed her. Truth be told, she couldn't think of anything worse! The thought of getting carted out during a pressure situation, surrounded by thirty-something mysterious nobodies from the military, expecting her to magic up a solution to their problem, the nervous sweats and the pressure and the fact she was naked...<br/><br/>...Why was she always naked in nightmares?<br/><br/>No, she didn't want to know nobody, so she decided to do what she did best. Hacking into the extranet and omnitools of the other people on the ship was easy enough for her. The only way to maintain a ship like this was to essentially set up an internal, limited version of the Extranet on a sort of ship-wide server. You couldn't fly completely solo, otherwise electronics that depended on outside callibrations and interfacing would fall apart, and contacting the outside world would be impossible. It would have been a bitch to try and access that information outside of the ship, even for someone as damned good as she was, but aboard it? With a terminal that already had access to the Extranet?<br/><br/>Easy-peasy.<br/><br/>First thing she did when she got to the Food Hall was order herself a double-shot Caffe mocha. She hoped the coffee would give her enough of a kick to beat back the jitters. She'd left Gipetto some extra snacks in her room, and the little shit normally took a couple of days to figure out the way to cheat the automated doors on each ship they went on.<br/><br/>Back to the hacking though. Mary-Ann had wanted to reach out to some people. Start getting to know them. Start putting names to faces, and start rubbing out some of the people in her worst moments of doubt who'd be judging her every move. She knew that most people weren't assholes but...well...tell her brain that.<br/><br/>So, starting out she picked the ladies of the crew. It would be weird to send out a message to the guys asking for a 'friend.' No doubt some horny Turian might come along assuming she wanted to give out Handjobs and get a tetinus jab.<br/><br/>Ladies first. That was easy enough. Just grabbing the records from the Doctor gave her a personnel list. Then it was a case of just picking some people. She tried to grab a couple of names from a metaphorical hat. No one with too scary a job, like “Armory Chief.” or “Ex-Justicar” or “Psychiatrist.” Eventually she settled on a Doctor, a Pilot, and a Mechanic. The mix of races was a fun side-bonus, as she'd never really had a conversation with either a Quarian or an Asari, apart from one time that an Asari had been asked to do a psychiatric evaluation, and called out Mary-Ann for being a 'Co-dependent mess with a need for validation and a crush on me.'<br/><br/>...Stupid sexy Psychiatrist...<br/><br/>With her cadre of ladies picked out, she made her play as simple as possible. An Email for each of them stamped with the simple tagline of 'Looking for friends.'<br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">'Looking for Friends.'</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/56/29/ce/5629cec425012d5a0a55ff5d65b58b0c.jpg)</div><em><br/>This is my cat Gepetto, and my name is Mary-Ann. This is like, my second time flying on a spaceshuttle, and I'm desperately in need of some friends because this tub keeps creaking, and its driving me crazy. Meet me at the Food Hall at the following time, and I'll buy you all a drink. Also, Gepetto would like some new friends too.<br/><br/>Save me from this creaky, boring hellscape.<br/><br/>Mary-Ann<br/><br/>xxx<br/></em><br/></div></div></div><br/>She'd sent the Email...a few hours ago? Yesterday? It was always hard for her to tell time aboard ships, but she mostly judged time based on naps and alarms. She'd napped and washed before this, and was there a few minutes early to not seem too eager, but also not too flaky. It was a hard line to walk, considering her email had basically been a desperate cry for attention, but she was going to work it.<br/><br/>And now, all she could do was wait. Wait, and hope she wasn't ditched...<br/><br/>...Or that like, six other people didn't turn up and crowd around her. That would be worse. Would that be worse? Probably worse...<br/><br/><br/><br/>