Happy Birthday, Commander!

[ashehole]

HEY DID YOU KNOW THAT TODAY IS SHEPARD'S BIRTHDAY? WELL NOW YOU DO. SO COME ON DOWN TO SHEPARD'S FANCY ASS APARTMENT AND LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!

Basically a very open mingling post for all us Mass Effecters to celebrate the Commander's birthday in style.

EVERYONE IS WELCOME!!!!!!!

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[assumeddirectcontrol]

Well, at least the apartment was a nice idea while it lasted. [A mournful sigh.] I'll keep you suggestion in mind.

[It's a suddenly serious comment, one that gets a tight smile from her.] Probably because we're stuck on a ship that's seen more than a few battles. The fact that we're even getting this time... [It makes her feel more restless than if she was on the Normandy, waiting around. Mandatory shore leave? What's that? She's been on the go for three years without a break, unless you count that time she was dead.] Everyone needs a moment to breathe. Too much action will drive a person crazy.

[popaheatsink]

It should last for at least another 18 hours. [Pause.] Or until the booze runs out. Whichever's first.

[He hadn't meant to get so serious-- he knows he does that sometimes, especially now with so much pressure on everyone's shoulders. But Shepard has a way of cutting to the chase, and there's a certain openness he has around her that isn't present with anyone else.] Yeah. I know. But I think turians are used to -- what do you humans call it? 'Winding down?'-- a bit differently than humans do.