legionworld | The Sad Blanket Tour [Open]

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The Sad Blanket Tour [Open]

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.

Threaded | Flat

He's been turning the Legionnaire ring over in his hands for the past hour, by this point. There's something vaguely soothing in the gesture, but it's little comfort in the larger scheme of things.

By this point, it seems his mind is already made up on the matter. He cannot make the correct decisions when required. He is a liability, a threat to those he fights alongside. The correct decision, in that case, is to remove himself from the equation. For now, this will suffice.

No one's come knocking just yet, but thanks to York's Valor's Day gift, he's able to register when someone comes too close. Washington's approach is therefore anticipated, even if Locus does not so much as look up to greet him.

Here to gloat over how right he was, he imagines. Locus, meanwhile, is noticeably out of armor, shoulders hunched, and not in the mood for discussion.

Pidge hasn't been out of her lab since she got back, though she knows distantly she'll have to eventually for her counseling session. She's pouring over what she knows and what she can find out, and accordingly her desk is starting to pile over with papers, files, data discs, and energy drinks.

At some point all this information just becomes noise, an even steady static that passes over her and drowns out most other thoughts. Which is good because she can keep herself from feeling helpless or stuck or unable to help her friends who were changed in the trenches, the Legionnaire who died (even if she didn't know her), or even her family still trapped with the Galra back home while she dealt with things here.

She needs SOME answer for SOMEthing, and she isn't willing to stop until she gets it...

Kubo wasn't hard to find, because he wasn't in any mood to be far from his mother. But he went looking for Wash anyway.

Well, virtually, anyway. A short message on the communicator summoned Wash to the quarters Kubo shared with his mother, the day after they returned from the Silent Horizon.

"I'd like to talk to you, when you have time," it read. "Can you come to my quarters at 0600?"

There was technically no morning in space, but even so, Kubo was a morning person, whereas Sariatu was not. He was awake in the living space of their shared quarters at that time, idly plucking out notes on his shamisen.

Grif's been quiet. Too quiet.

His comm status has been set to fuck off since his blowup during the briefing, and he hasn't been replying to messages. Nobody's even seen him come out of his quarters in search of food. Something is definitely wrong here.

The door to his quarters is locked, with the Do Not Disturb indicator on.

Connie's a little hard to pin down at first. She doesn't stay in one place too long, not with York and Delta so at odds, and then there's been so much damage to their armour and that means repairs need to be made since there's no more PFL to conveniently resupply them, and after that she's either training until she's too sore to think or setting up her own habdeck to create into her own little safe haven, safe house and all. It's a little relaxing actually, after being helpless in the Silent Horizon and having no idea where you were going or where you would end up, to instead mold your own bit of world into something much more wholesome. Which means there are so many notes to take on what she'll need and she'll be up late to go over the details to make it perfect.

It's easy to fall into her old habits of keeping to herself while she's miserable.

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.

Edited 2017-01-24 02:36 (UTC)

It has been a long day for everyone, even someone with a service record like the Master Chief's, and he's finally managed to work off his nervous energy. He didn't relax after coming back from Cargg, he's used to a fight like that being the prelude to days of the same. It's hard to turn it off, especially with how worried he is about the rest of the team. Cortana in particular.

It took a lot of running to wear himself down, a lot, but he's finally returned to his quarters and showered and eaten. He's managed to reach a place where he can sit down and sort out his comm without itching to move.

It's not an ideal solution, but it's what the Chief has. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

Threaded | Flat

Chief | In medical, right after the mission

Casey | Just outside of medical, after Chief

Sombra | Not long after Kid Q's briefing, before everyone else

Locus

Pidge

Kubo

Grif

Connie

Dipper's Room

Chief - After everything else