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legionworld2017-04-03 08:55 am
unrecovered) wrote in legionworld2017-04-03 08:55 am
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It's Not Really Hiding [Open]
Who: Wash, anyone who wants to bother him
What: Wash's paranoia is a little worse than usual right about now, so he's making himself scarce.
Where: All over the ship, namely the habitat deck
When: Less than a week after Locus' and York's Legionnaire Legacies; not long after The Spies Who Sprocked Us
Warnings/Notes: Not right now; further bulletins as events warrant
Wash has been pretty quiet this week. It's nothing to worry people about - he's dealt with his paranoia before, and he's dealing with it now. The fact that it's slow and sneaking instead of outright terrifying right now is different, but that doesn't change the fact that he's dealing with it. Never mind the small breakdown he staved off after trying to help York and Locus through the ramifications of having their pasts smeared all over the airwaves. Never mind that being out in public might very well make him next and nowhere the press has access to is truly safe. He's fine. He's dealing with it.
It's subtle, at first. He starts trading in his on-call shifts for monitor duty. It's never a trade with the same person, and there's always some excuse. He's doing someone a favor; he wants to spend some time with DC; he needs a quieter day today; and on one particular occasion, yesterday's mission was rough and he just needs a little quiet time. It looks like a string of one-off swaps, but anyone looking at the overall pattern can see that he's avoiding active duty, or at least anything that might put him in a public place.
He still goes to meals regularly; he can still be seen walking the halls, sometimes with DC perched on his shoulder, sometimes carrying a bag; he can still occasionally be found in his usual haunts on the habitat deck. After a few days, however, anyone checking his room will find it emptier than usual: the Reaper traps are still enabled, but he and DC obviously haven't been there for a few days. They've got to be staying somewhere, but the only person who knows where that is is out on an extended mission and may not be back for a while.
Turns out Wash's definition of "dealing with his paranoia" is holing up until it goes away.
What: Wash's paranoia is a little worse than usual right about now, so he's making himself scarce.
Where: All over the ship, namely the habitat deck
When: Less than a week after Locus' and York's Legionnaire Legacies; not long after The Spies Who Sprocked Us
Warnings/Notes: Not right now; further bulletins as events warrant
Wash has been pretty quiet this week. It's nothing to worry people about - he's dealt with his paranoia before, and he's dealing with it now. The fact that it's slow and sneaking instead of outright terrifying right now is different, but that doesn't change the fact that he's dealing with it. Never mind the small breakdown he staved off after trying to help York and Locus through the ramifications of having their pasts smeared all over the airwaves. Never mind that being out in public might very well make him next and nowhere the press has access to is truly safe. He's fine. He's dealing with it.
It's subtle, at first. He starts trading in his on-call shifts for monitor duty. It's never a trade with the same person, and there's always some excuse. He's doing someone a favor; he wants to spend some time with DC; he needs a quieter day today; and on one particular occasion, yesterday's mission was rough and he just needs a little quiet time. It looks like a string of one-off swaps, but anyone looking at the overall pattern can see that he's avoiding active duty, or at least anything that might put him in a public place.
He still goes to meals regularly; he can still be seen walking the halls, sometimes with DC perched on his shoulder, sometimes carrying a bag; he can still occasionally be found in his usual haunts on the habitat deck. After a few days, however, anyone checking his room will find it emptier than usual: the Reaper traps are still enabled, but he and DC obviously haven't been there for a few days. They've got to be staying somewhere, but the only person who knows where that is is out on an extended mission and may not be back for a while.
Turns out Wash's definition of "dealing with his paranoia" is holing up until it goes away.
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"You mentioned forcing the issue. In what way did you mean?" Maybe there is a way, and maybe it's worth looking into, or maybe not. But Locus leans forward regardless. It sounds like something, which is infinitely better than doing nothing.
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That's just basic strategy, Wash. You don't get to ignore it just because it applies to you and you want to be a martyr. He stares at him in that intent way of his for a moment, as though he might see into him if he stared hard enough.
"There is no point in having this many allies if they cannot serve to assist you when needed."