My Work. My Job To Put It Right.

  “Lots of ways to help people. Sometimes heal patients; sometimes execute dangerous people. Either way helps.” 

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What the hap is fuckening?

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//Mun is home from work; going to be doing drafts and making playlists for my other blogs.//

[mysimpsonsblogisgreaterthanyours]

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When you really really want to answer an Rp but you can’t find the right words and you are answering other RPs faster than the speed of light and you are sure the other RPer thinks you are being a douchebag but in reality you are just like

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//Have work again today. Will be back on here after my shift//

[plasticdynasty]

Difficult Questions for Muses

(Please remember to use trigger warnings as and when necessary)

Do you think that you’re a good person?

Do others like you? Do you want others to like you?

What do you think others like or admire about you?

How do you know when you’re in love? (romantic or platonic)

Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill? 

Do you think that killing is ever justified?

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Should all people be treated as equal, and have the same rights?

If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?

Is suicide ever the right choice?

Is euthanasia ever the right choice?

Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?

What could make you break your own moral code? 

Have you ever doubted your own beliefs? (Spiritual, philosophical)

Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?

What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Why do you love the person or people you love? (romantic or platonic)

Do you agree with capital punishment?

Could you ever forgive your worst enemy?

What would you like to achieve before you die?

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empiriic:

      The prothean’s upper lip curls up and he growls.       Probably again something Mordin has gotten before.

      His head turns over his shoulder to sent a WITHERING stare in the old salarian’s way before he turns back to his water basin, hands submerged in the water.

            “I will indulge you in ONE question. Ask it and leave me.”

               A hum of acknowledgement came from him, long digits drumming against his crossed                forearms.  While crossed arms were usually a sign of one guarding themselves, this was                not the case with him. It was his attempt to keep from multitasking.

           "I will accept that. For now.                  Do not expect technical terms, being as you are clearly no biologist, or vast amounts of knowledge on the matter but curiosity has the best of me; what can you tell me of the empathetic mental links you can create briefly through touch? Closest comparison currently is psychic links made by rachni queens and melding done by asari. Both poor comparisons. Fascinating, yes, but not as biologically advanced or developed.”

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empiriic:

        “If you do not CEASE with your questioning, I will tear out your liver and EAT IT.”

                Lips curled at the corners, the old salarian momentarily going silent.           “More than welcome to try. Always welcome a challenge.”                  The professor was unshaken by the threat; he had heard similar things from krogan more                   times than he cared to count.           “The sooner you give answers, the sooner the questions end.”

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;Starter

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keeperoftheflotilla:

       Tali herself had been a bit hesitant to come. Normally, she wasn’t shy;     however, with the Cerberous nature of the vessel, she was constantly on edge.         The stress really wasn’t good for a Quarian for extended periods.

           “Ah, I was hoping I could ask for a bit of help.      I’m- having a bit of difficulty with my implants, and the med bay- It isn’t           particularly well equipped for the in-depth work needed to safely repair           them, and- I was wondering if perhaps there’s a solution that can be used           before we dock somewhere? It could be weeks, after all, and-”

        She cut herself off. Yammering; nasty nervous habit. Stress related damages      to implants implied damage to certain nervous control system link-ups in the      suit, which… Could be very bad. Hence the need for  speed.

            The old salarian listened, lithe digits pausing over the touch screen. Tali’s rambling was not a problem for him; he tended to ramble, and almost constantly according to most. It was his way of solving problems, and such habit was not uncommon for the more stressed and eccentric of his species.             The moment she mentioned issues with her implants, she had the professors undivided attention; a hard thing to achieve when he had seconds ago been focused on a project.

            “Told Shepard to set aside credits for more advanced medical supplies for non-human crew. Will have to firmly remind our commander later on of said conversation. Cannot afford to have this happen in a much more severe situation...”

            Mordin walked around the counter, approaching Tali; his omnitool lighting up on his arm and digits already tapping notes on the raised display.

            “May be able to help. Hopefully. Depends on what is malfunctioning. If not, will see about putting you into a brief stasis until we next dock in order to slow any problems that may arise.”

            He made sure to smile warmly at the other, stopping his note taking to wave his omnitool in front of Tali; taking a basic scan for starters. Perhaps he should eventually work on his bedside manner, but when it came to patients he found sugar coating anything to be counter productive.

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;Starter

            Mordin had to stop himself from grinning like an over excited hatchling, instead schooling his aging features into a respectable expression. He knew this mech; one of the strange race of completely sentient robots. Soundwave was his name, if he remembered correctly.                            “Ah, wonderful to see you again! Still many tests I would like to run on you, if I am still permitted of course. Last test proved to just bring up more questions. Proved to be problematic. Produced incomplete data. Cannot hand in incomplete findings. Well, could, but would much rather not. Too proud of myself do something so lazy.”

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;Starter

           Mordin blinked, mildly surprised to see the quarian enter his work space.                             The salarian only took his large eyes off the screen in front of him for a minute to                             acknowledge her presence with a polite nod and slight smile.            “Tali. Always pleasant to see you. Is there something you need? Busy at the moment, otherwise would be more accommodating.’

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//I’ll be completely honest; I totally forgot about this blog. I feel terrible about that, but, ayyyyy I’m here now!

So, like for a starter because Mordin and I miss everyone! Also hello everyone that followed while I was gone! Y’all like for a starter too!//

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So yesterday me and a few friends from school had made the journey down to Pittsburgh to go to the museum to do an extra credit project. The trip down was fine, and then maybe twenty minutes before we got back to the school I said 'I don't care about Peter's class, we all cleared it with him, but I just dont want to be late for work' and then BOOM! Some asshole tried to drive out into on coming traffic hit the side I was sitting on (I was shotgun) and set into motion the longest ER visit of my life. I pretty much took the full hit of this van and I just got a bruised knee cap/bone bruising on my knee and a twinge in my hip ie I was the least injured person like holy damn. But yeah, we are all kosher, my one friend sprained her entire back (idk that was possible but it happened) but other wise just aches and pains but that little green Fiesta is trashed. 

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"Write my letter, feel much better, use my fancy pen or on the telephone…"

Sirrit was rarely still, and even more rarely quiet. He swayed and bounced on his tiptoes as he browsed through the shiny objects on display on the wards kiosk, a perpetual-motion ball of pink energy and sequin sparkles. The movement was unconscious and unplanned, the singing only slightly more so. It was a self-calming and regulation mechanism that kept him from getting too nervous in an open, public, more-crowded-than-was-comfortable space. 

"When I’m not with you, think of you always…"

With the emotional and musical equivalent of blinkers on, he could focus on what he really wanted: finding the perfect (and most affordable) necklace or bracelet. It had been a long time since he’d done something purely good for himself and because he wanted to. Guilt was another thing singing helped distract him from. Even so, the balance was fine, and every moment was a decision between going home and hiding, or continuing to seek out things that made him happy. Even in small things like this, the right decision was rarely the easiest one.

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For the old the salarian to be away from his work was a horribly rare occurrence. He hardly took meals outside of his lab, and when he slept it was in his chair slumped over the paper and datapad cluttered desk he spent nearly days planted in front of. Unfortunately, or fortunately in the case of his health, Shepard did not tolerate his workaholic habits like his assistants had in the past. The Commander ordered him to take some shore leave, nearly literally throwing him out of the Normandy, and thus his lab, which left him wandering aimlessly among the kiosks and sales booths.

The first thing to grab and keep his attention, a hard thing to do with his ever busy mind, was the interesting skin colors of a fellow salarian. Ever the geneticist, Mordin had made his way through people much more interested on the bobbles being sold in the effort to get a better look at the vivid skin that put even his rare coloring to shame. The second thing to grab his attention was the singing. He recognized the human made song, having the love for human music that he did, as one of Queen's. His interest in the other salarian's coloring was momentarily forgotten, he sang the next lines under his breath; foot tapping slightly as he nodded along and smiled slightly when he remembered the lyrics--                                           "I miss you -                                        I miss those long hot summer nights                                          When I'm not with you                                        Think of me always                                          I love you - Love you"

[nhaneh]

[benevolentcannibal]

Little noots bothering the biggest noot.

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big cutie with little cuties about rannoch

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//Mordin singING SMOOTH CRIMINAL OMG THAT WOULD BE THE END OF ME LIKE GOOD BYE WORLD MY POOR FANBOY HEART WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT//