The Sad Blanket Tour [Open]

[unrecovered]

Who| Wash and whoever else wants to join in
What| Those last two missions were terrible, and Wash is checking in on his friends to make sure they're okay and nudge them in that direction if they're not
Where| All over the ship
When| After Silent Horizon and No Sanity Clause; the rest of the afternoon/evening after Kid Q's briefing
Warnings/Notes| This is mostly for Wash's extant CR, but I'm absolutely down for him meeting new people. He's not going to turn anyone away right now, after all. Also, behold the mighty planning spreadsheet.

It has been, to put it lightly, a shitty day.

They'd beaten the Joker but lost one of their own. Half the team had been through what sounded like literal hell. Clown in a fridge victory aside, things hadn't gone well for anyone.

So, once Wash had gotten himself out of medical with a promise not to do anything strenuous until he'd healed completely, he'd hunted down as many blankets as he could find and gone looking for his teammates. He couldn't fix what had happened, but at least he could try to help.

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Dipper's Room

[captainbuzzkill]

He was officially put on leave, something that many of the others managed to avoid. It isn't because he avoided his psych eval -- it's because he went. Between the shrapnel in his back and the artery that needed to be repaired, and the mental strain, Dr Ry'kerr and Dr Gym'll decided he needed to take some time off. Involuntary medical leave.

Mabel's gone and that makes it worse. Even though logically he knows she's better off, safer back home than here, he also knows she would rather be here with him. She'd rather face all the apocalypses ever than leave him to face them alone. And as usual whenever she's not there, he's having trouble coping after a lifetime of never having to deal with his problems alone.

The first thing he does after his session with Dr. Ry'kerr is utterly trash their -- his suite. Mabel's stuffed animals and crafts and sticker books are left alone. Even the glitter piled next to the craft project she was working on isn't disturbed. It's all his own stuff that he trashes.

Wash is one of the people that the room lock recognizes as allowed to just walk in. Ever since he started checking on Dipper and Mabel, they'd put him in the system.

When he comes to check on Dipper, the suite looks like it was hit with a tornado. Some of the weirdness was already there, like the wall displays, "painted" in warring colors because he and Mabel had constantly competed with each other over what color the suite would be. The creepy mannequin Mabel brought back as a souvenir from Murderworld and painted a smiley face on is still there too. (Right now it's modeling a half-knitted sweater).

Other stuff is new. Walls are dented that weren't dented before. One of his books got launched with teke into a wall so hard that it broke through the wall display and got lodged there. The display flickers, occasionally looking like a painted wall and occasionally glitching to static. The flatscreen TV is cracked down the middle, albeit still playing. There's broken glass and ripped book pages everywhere, although a cleaning drone is going to town on the floor and cleaning it up, bit by bit.

A small foot dangles over the side of the couch, a band aid on visible on the sole. Instead of cleaning the glass, Dipper's been trying to pick his way around it, and he stepped on a piece and had to pick it out.

Snacks and wrappers are piled next to the couch and Dipper lays there, still in his Medbay scrubs, stuffing his face with crunchy stuff and watching TV without really watching.

[unrecovered]

It's barely been a day since the missions had ended, and Wash still hasn't managed to talk to Dipper - evidently he's been in medical for a good chunk of time, which is worrying, to say the least. He's also not answering his omnicomm, which makes it that much worse.

That doesn't stop Wash from going by the twins' quarters every few hours and checking, just to be sure. Mabel's absence when he does doesn't strike him as too terribly odd - he figures she's just weaseled her way into medbay and is refusing to leave. He can't blame her, really.

It's only when he opens the door and finds the suite looking like a localized hurricane hit it does he realize what that absence means. Mabel's not in medbay; she's gone completely, and right after two of the most traumatizing missions any of them have experienced.

Well, shit.

He enters the room, notes the broken glass and the bandaged foot, and turns to the cleaning drone. "Focus on the glass first," he says, and the drone turns, intent on its new top priority. He then heads to the couch and leans against its back, looking down at Dipper and then up at the cracked and blaring TV. This is bad, and he's not sure how to approach it.

"Hey."

...it's a start.

[captainbuzzkill]

Dipper lifts the brim of his hat slightly since it's half over his eyes and looks up at Wash. Then he pulls it back down and his eyes drift over to the TV again.

"Hey, man."

Clearly, he's not really in a mood to spill his guts out at the moment. He's barely even conscious of what's going on around him, and while it's partly exhaustion, it's partly because of the fugue of numbness he's caught in.

"I know you're checking in me and I'm...whatever. I'll be fine. Eventually. You can go away now."

[unrecovered]

Well, if Wash didn't already know things were bad, that would've clinched it. "You trashed your room, Dipper," he says, as though it weren't blatantly obvious. "That's stereotypical teenager not okay." He reaches for the remote and turns the TV off, then puts the remote in his back pocket. "So I'm not going anywhere, and we're going to talk. We can either do it here and then get food, or we can go get food and talk over a meal. Up to you."

[captainbuzzkill]

"I was upset. Now I'm not." A pause, as he realizes that it's ridiculous to claim that. He adds sullenly, "Not as much, anyway."

He turns over on the couch, so that he's facing the cushions, hat going askew. He curls up there on his side and stays that way.

"What do you want me to say? There are no creepy drawings on the walls this time. That's the best things are going to get."

It's not like before, where he wanted comfort and was ready pour his brains out on the walls so he could put all the pieces out in the open and get a good enough look to reassemble himself again. Now it just is what it is and there's not much that can be done about it.

[unrecovered]

That's the best things are going to get. Half the people Wash has talked to are ready to give up, and it's...worrying doesn't even begin to cover it. "I don't believe that, and I don't think you do either. You wouldn't have made it out the other side of the apocalypse if you gave up that easily." It's not the most comforting thing he could have said, but right now he's just trying to get something out of Dipper. Anything is better than apathy; they can move on from there.

[captainbuzzkill]

"I never said anything about giving up."

Resignation isn't quite the same thing as total surrender.

"Someone still has to fight the bad guys. Someone still has to stop the end of the world. It's not like I'm just going to lay down and die at the next big supervillain fight or something."

There are still bad guy heads to kick. Innocents to be saved. A future that has to be guaranteed.

"I just mean I know how it all works now," Dipper says with a little flip of his hand. "Fight the monster, get hurt by the monster, get crazier because of the monster, beat the monster. Rinse, repeat."