ramblingprose

WHO: Masss Effect cast and crew and anyone AUing into the setting.
WHEN: Anywhere from immediately after to 1+ years after the end.
WHERE: Earth, spaaaaaace, the Normandy, wherever suits the scene.
WHAT: High-EMS (Shepard Lives) Destroy ending, after brokering peace between geth and quarians, curing the genophage, and basically being a big damn hero.

( As for the details... )

pepperspray

WHO: Tony and Pepper
WHAT: A little working vacation... post-Verdana reality hopping style.
WHERE: Illium, post-Reaper War (Destroy Ending).

When faced with an existential crisis that threatened not just the rest of the galaxy, but also their stuff it appears the wealthy inhabitants of Ilium were in fact able to mobilize their assets in the form of guns, and thus the asari-controlled world is in better shape than Thessia herself. There are still more than a few of the towers that are interesting piles of wreckage, but Nos Astra has survived well enough. Pepper Potts, armed with a datapad full of contacts and the confident knowledge that she can carry off the local business fashions as well as any asari, has recently concluded a successful day's networking in time to be found leaning against the railing of a private balcony in one of the better bars.

The restoration and expansion of the mass relay network, not being an existential crisis and instead being an opportunity to make obscene amounts of money while developing new tech, has returned Illium's business community to its normal state of combat-by-lawyer in short order, but the half of her partnership that's involved in implementing a lot of the new tech ought to be arriving soon.

threesovereigns

WHO: Zevran and Sabetha
WHAT: The Rose of the Marrows, the Black Shadow, and the proper cure for boredom.
WHERE: A suitably private den of thieves.

It's not that he questions the necessity of lying low, particularly not after one has not so much kicked a metaphorical hornets' nest as detonated it with a barrel of qunari black powder immediately after making off with any nicely portable valuables the hornets may have had in their possession. No, Zevran is no stranger to the need to let the heat go burn someone else, so he's spared Sabetha any whining about having to be stuck out of sight... at least for the first few days.

Now, he paces the upstairs room as if he hadn't already taken its measure a hundred times before, stopping only to pry a flight of throwing knives free from a target tacked to one wall. "I confess," he says, temporarily diverted by the prospect of throwing the knives at the target again, "I should perhaps put more thought into stealing something to read, next time. Do you know of any nefarious librarians?"

threesovereigns

WHO: Zevran and Cullen
WHAT: Two men, one office, much irritation.
WHERE: Cullen's lair, Skyhold

Considering the motley assortment of strays that have been turning up daily at Skyhold, it really isn't so surprising that Zevran Arainai ends up among them. (Not that he'd call himself a stray. Ex-Crows such as himself turn up precisely where and when they wish to, so long as they're good enough to stay ahead of the House of Crows' wrath, and he is very good.)

It's more surprising that he's to be found bothering neither the Antivan advisor to the Inquisitor, 'nor his old friend Leliana, but instead has settled himself in a perch on the corner of Commander Cullen's desk that seems to have been designed to irritate any current or former Templar through its sheer insouciance. He has a knife out, and is currently employing the deceptively delicate blade in the service of slicing up an apple. "You need my help, you know," he informs the man, with the sort of grave solemnity that can only mean something highly irreverant is about to enter the conversation.

pepperspray

WHO: Pepper and Lyall
WHAT: Pepper makes good on a promise to a trans-dimensional friend.
WHERE: 21st century Manhattan, post-Outer Divide.

At first, there's not all that much unusual to be seen. The room deep in the interior of Stark Tower that's been set aside as a sort of portal chamber (unnecessary though it may be for Salvation to have a fixed location for pick-up) is styled in the sort of clean white lines and futuristic brushed metal that Lyall's seen before, on Verdana and off of it. The Pepper Potts that's standing by the door to welcome him seems a natural extension of those lines, albeit one with an openly friendly smile.

It's not until she's ushered him out and into an elevator that deposits them in the penthouse suite in dizzying time that truly unfamiliar sights start to unfurl: through the wide sheet windows that wrap the suite, beyond the doors out onto the upper level atrium, the buildings of Manhattan rise like a forest of metal and glass, lit by a late afternoon that seems like it's never heard of coal smoke. "I'm thinking lunch out," says Pepper from near his elbow. "But I thought you might like to see the view first."

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