I would prefer longer studies and fewer explosions.

"Goddess," Liara said.

She stared at the enormous stack of supply.

"Goddess," she repeated.

She brought her hand up to her palm. "--Even Caius does not eat this much," she muttered. "How are we going to get rid of all of these rations?"

She was speaking rather metaphorically, to an empty room. The leader of the expedition, idle-minded as she remained, had failed to order rations twice, so Liara had decided to step in and ensure that no one starved to death. Except she was beginning to realize that perhaps she had been somewhat too diligent in placing these orders.

"Yeul?" she called, looking helplessly towards the living areas. "...Are you hungry?"

[[ for she who is here, and phone calls. ]]

Liara had done her field work well; it was a knack she had learned from her mother. The internship she had managed to arrange was at a project that had only one archaeologist assigned, and Sarana did not have a reputation of showing much interest in anything other than Prothean studies. Yeul and Caius were of a strange species, yes, but they were not Prothean artifacts, and therefor Sarana barely paid them any attention at all.

They had had to spend the first few days setting up their beds and storing what few possessions they had brought. Liara had brought along a fair share of books, both from her universe and from Yeul's, just in case Yeul ever felt a need to read them.

But it was not books that kept them preoccupied today.

It was time to notify anyone who cared to know about their current situation. Liara was not someone who had a great circle of friends, but between her and meticulously picking through a list of people who might wish to know Yeul was alive, it was an afternoon's worth of work.

[[ nfb due to distance, but open! if you think liara and/or yeul would have called you: they did. feel free to ping yeul directly! ]]

Liara had originally intended to come home simply because classes were no longer in session and she hadn't seen her mother in several months. But mother was mother, and within a few days the first social engagement had come, and then the second, and then the third.

( Some mention of character death. )

[[ can be open, i suppose! ]]

Last week, Liara had managed to get a dial tone. That had excited her more than a little - unfortunately, no one had answered, and so now she was left wondering if there had been a connection after all.

Then mother had caught her with the phone and she'd been scolded for taking a risk by using strange artifacts again, and she'd had to hide it. But now mother's oversight was slacking. She could take the phone again, jab in some numbers...

Ring, ring...

[[ expecting one, but open. ]]

Classes had finished. Now there was little for Liara to do but go through the last few books the library had remaining to her.

They didn't hold much draw to her, being fiction-- the human experience held only so much interest for her. Especially considering their odd fascination with... human males with their shirts off. Yes. That was quite odd. After an hour of squinting at the book, she cast it aside, onto her nightstand.

"I need a new hobby," she muttered wryly to herself.

[[ post open, door open! ]]

Liara needed some quiet time. Not... the same that she would have in her single room, but a different kind. Fresh air - not something she often craved, but as of late she kept finding herself wandering out here to watch the sunset.

And... all right. Perhaps it was time to admit that she missed Karolina.

She wrapped her arms around her as she walked along the water. It flooded over her shoes eventually, so she reached down and took them off. The water was cold, but not completely unpleasant, and... inexplicably, something within her pulled her towards it.

Her shoes still in hand, she paced several steps into the surf and merely stood there for a moment, soaking in the setting sun, and... ... where had her shoes gone?

For that matter, where had her dress gone? And her hands? And her feet?!?

The dolphin let out a stymied cry and slapped at the water with her tail. Fandom!

[[ establishy! unless you really want to run across a dolphin before she swims away. ]]

"You've reached Liara T'Soni's personal messaging device. If you have something to say-- I mean, if you want to leave a message-- no, that's not what I meant. Damn! Voicemail, delete my last. Begin new voicem--"

Click.