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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[unrecovered]

Connie is hard to track down. Always has been, from what Wash can remember, but that's not going to stop him.

He finds her late in the evening in her section of the hab deck. It really should be worrying how much of the deck is military bases and safe houses; he files that thought away for later. There are more important things to deal with right now, like helping a friend who went through hell earlier in the day.

He knocks on the door, blanket tucked under his arm. "Connie? It's Wash."

[short_changed]

At least her safe house is nestled comfortably in a maze of trees and winding roads. Sure that means it'll provide her with cover and a means to lose people if she really needs to so the landscape is as much a tactical choice as a personal preference. She's happy with her pick, even if she's currently got her notes laid out in front of her of additional changes and security installations she wants to make. It's a wonderful distraction.

Glancing up at the knock she draws a hand over her tired eyes, setting her notes aside as she gets up to get the door. Unlike her quarters, her safe house is properly furnished and a lot more comfortably livable. Not quite homey, but that might change.

When she sees him she gives him a small smile, opening the door wide and stepping to the side, "Come in, Wash."