This is..... Problematic [Semi-Open]

[had_to_be_me]

WHO| Mordin and Garrus/Mordin and You
WHAT| Mordin arrives at the arena and starts to look around for things he can use to arm himself with. Then he manages to find Garrus's booby traps.
WHEN| When Mordin arrives (Week 5)
WHERE| Main Street
WARNINGS| None

Everyone: This situation was... problematic.

Mordin stood motionless as he was raised up on the platform leading him into the arena. Though his mind was racing. How did they manage to get him here? Why? Other than the obvious answer, for fun. Hmm. Not enough information for him to speculate. Need to see their technology. Maybe could find way to get back home. As he thought his slim fingers idly stroked where they had injected him with the tracking device. Tsk tsk tsk. This wouldn't do. If only he had his omni-tool. Would make matters simpler. Possibly jam signal. Would no doubt be stopped if he tried to remove it. Still troubling. He added that to the running list of things he needed to do. But now, needed to focus. Plenty of time to figure things out.

The platform came to a stop and for the first time he got a good look at his surroundings. The environment was.... interesting. The fog was making things difficult to see however. Could see what they were going for. A little bit eerie. Mordin shook it off though moving off the platform once it was safe to move. First thing first, needed to arm himself. If he was going to be in this place with possible hostiles that was his first priority. He scurried off down what appeared to be the main street of this rundown town, finding an abandoned car. Excellent. that would work nicely. He made his way over to look under the hood. Hm. This was old technology. A combustion engine? But it didn't matter anyways. Looks like someone had the same idea. All useful parts where expertly removed. Well there were more places to search.

Mordin continued down the street, checking very possible place that might provide useful supplies when something caught his eye. There in the fog he could see something floating down towards him. He tilted his head at it. Was that a floating package? He reached up to take it. It was addressed to him. Opening it he looked inside. A spool of wire and a flashlight with batteries. How fortuitous. Next to all of it was a hand written note that simple said: 'You know what to do, Doctor.'

"This hand writing....." He inhales deeply. "Seen it before. Very distinct. The little loops on the 'O's. And the drag marks. Also seems familiar with me. Calls me 'Doctor'. Hm." He taped his knuckles against his lips. "Could only be- No. Impossible. Couldn't be. Or could it? Only logical explanation. Yes. Yes!"

Then his lips curled into a smile as the dots where connected. Thank you Thane Krios. He knew exactly what to do with this. Stuffing the supplies under one arm he quickly hurried off into one of the less dilapidated buildings to start to dismantle the flashlight.

Garrus: After he had constructed his makeshift taser, Mordin as off to scavenge parts for his next project. Hoping to be more successful, he renewed his efforts on the outskirts of town. Less people. Maybe things over looked. Or seen as nothing of value. Mordin kept his large eyes peeled as he worked his way through the tangle of buildings. For the most part it looked deserted. And if he wasn't looking as closely as he was he would have missed the very fine wire that ran along the alleyway. The salarian slowed down and looked around almost stopping completely in his tracks. It was clear it was there on purpose. Sign that someone was there or still possibly nearby. Must approach with caution. With one more close look around he slowly approached the wire.

It appeared to be connected to something. Setting down his taser Mordin knelt on the ground to get a closer look, following the wire back to its origin. Ah! A trip wire. Most likely would cause an explosion when triggered. Very clever. Though, could use improvements. This wouldn't do. With skilled and nimble fingers he carefully disabled the device, humming as he did so. Would not want it accidentally going off in his face. Had enough scars. However at this range.... would almost certainly die instantly.

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[gunshiptotheface]

Garrus hadn't heard the explosion he had thought to hear when he heard the footsteps getting close to his trap. He had seen the figure through the fog looking over where his tripwire was, it was amazing that anyone had seen wire so fine stretched across the alley. It had him curious, sneaking through the fog and sticking close to the buildings in case it was trouble.

Although the figure who was, seemingly improving his trap was not someone he expected to see. For all intents and purposes the man crouched before him had died on Tuchanka. It made his blood run cold for a moment as he debated if this was finally his brain starting to give up with how hungry he was. Although the longer he watched, the more he was sure that it was in fact Mordin, not his mind playing games.

Slowly he approached, making sure that he wasn't within range of Mordin to be attacked with any kind of weapon.

"Glad to see you disarmed it first, good eye to catch the tripwire."

[had_to_be_me]

The good doctor wasn't expecting to hear that familiar gravely voice and it made him stop his tinkering. No, it couldn't be. Mordin glanced up to see that his ears weren't deceiving him. Or maybe they were. Could be very good illusion. Couldn't be certain. Though did receive gift from Thane. Is possible more of their crew was there. If that was true, maybe Shepard..... Hm. This was more problematic than first imagined.

After a pregnant pause Mordin gave the turrian a warm greeting smile, grabbing his tazer before he stood. "Garrus. Didn't expect to see you here. Good to see you again." A beat. "Though wish it was under better circumstances. You have an impressive setup. Very clever. Expect nothing less. Would have missed it if I wasn't looking closely enough."

[gunshiptotheface]

"I've got a few of these around town, so watch where you're walking." It was his last stand, as it was he might be able to survive another week or two before starvation took him. He still couldn't believe that Mordin was there, standing in front of him, looking the same as he remembered.

"So, guess they told you the run down before they kindly dropped you off in here?"

[had_to_be_me]

"Will watch my step then." He smiled a bit more before it was replaced with a more stern look. "Unfortunately, yes. I was informed on the nature of these..... 'games'. Uncertain how much I should trust. Make it a rule of thumb not to trust people who abduct and inject tracking devices into you."

His tone lightened toward the end in attempt at humor to lighten the mood of their current situation. But that was a good rule to follow. Only common sense. Mordin approached Garrus, finally getting a closer look at him and he paused. A look of concern swept over his features.

"Looks like you've seen better days. How long have you been here?"

[gunshiptotheface]

"Yeah, don't trust them, at all. Also you're being filmed 24/7 both here and whenever we die and make it back to the Capitol." Nothing like letting old teammates and people he's consider a friend know just the level of shit they had found themselves in.

At Mordin's question he can't help but laugh and shake his head.

"About five weeks, nearly six, I guess it's starting to show since this arena is levo-based." Which means that unless he can scavenge up a can or two of dextro-food, he's entirely out of luck.

[had_to_be_me]

“Figured as much. That is going to make things more difficult.” Mordin paused for a moment, going over his to-do list in his head. Well, this was going to make his plans of trying to put together a working lab more troublesome. Wonder if he couldn’t locate the recording devices and remove them. Would add that to his list. He put that aside returning to the situation at hand.

“Unfortunatly. not much I can do about that. WIsh I could be of more use.” He looked around for a second before looking back. “Is there a place we can go? Rather than standing out in the open. Would like to talk more."

[gunshiptotheface]

"Difficult is the name of the game around here." He'll sigh and after crouching down to re-arm the mine he'll motion for Mordin to follow him. Moving away from the rigged alley, he'll direct Mordin into a run-down house and inside to the kitchen. It's not much but it's away from outside and there's some left over furniture lying around if they want to take a brief rest.

"This is as sheltered as we're going to get around here. Not sure how sound proof the walls are though."