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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[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."