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legionworld2017-08-17 08:25 pm
brisance) wrote in legionworld2017-08-17 08:25 pm
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Who| Agent Carolina & Agent North, Agent Connecticut, Theta, and open to others
What| Arrival/recovery/training
Where| The medbay, and then the training rooms.
When| After “The Reject Pile” and “An Eye for an Eye”
Warnings/Notes| to be added
[ CLOSED TO THETA AND NORTH ]
It had been a hell of an arrival. She’d just wanted a moment to catch her breath, to gather her strength so they could get the hell out of that hell hole of a base, only she didn’t have the chance. She’d arrived with warnings flashing on her HUD, unable to really comprehend what was knocking her out before she was knocked out.
And then, waking up in this medical ward. They’d at least answered her questions as soon as she started demanding answers. Shvaughn is quick to appear, to explain what’s going on. Carolina might be dehydrated and hurting, but she takes advantage of someone willingly answering questions to keep asking them.
And when she’s done, and rests, the next time she wakes up, Brande is there. Even though she’s not done recuperating, she’s quick to agree to become a Legionnaire. Even with everything going back home - but Shvaughn had assured her they wouldn’t be in danger.
Which is what leads to this - her having the ring nearby her hospital bed, turning over the omnicom in her hand. She’s still relegated to bed rest, and she thinks she’ll catch up on any information she can get a hold of, while she’s figuring out what the hell kind of outfit she’s going to have.
Unbeknownst to her, though, agreeing means she’s registered - means she pops up in a scannable database.
[ CLOSED TO CONNIE ]
Carolina’s been in the recovery wing for another day when they bring someone else new in. She’s looking at the omnicom when they bring her in, and so she misses it at first, until she hears the voice of a nurse checking her over. It’s the name that catches her.
That drags her gaze away, locking on the other hospital bed. That’s someone she didn’t quite realize was here, the literal definition of seeing is believing.
“CT?”
[ HOSPITAL (OPEN) ]
Carolina will be in the hospital for a few days, from her arrival to her release. She’ll easily accept visitors… no matter who they are, or why they’re coming by.
[ TRAINING GYM (OPEN) ]
She knows she’s developed powers - discovered the use of some of them in the hospital. Accidentally phasing through her bed had been one of them, and they’d been lucky she hadn’t ended up with a metal wheel through her body before she phased back.
She’s been having training lessons, but even though she was stuck for days on end in her own armor - she’s not going to take it easy. Even though she’s only cleared for light duty and training, here she is in the training gym.
She might be spending some time kicking and boxing a punching bag - but she’s also stopping to test out her new powers. She’ll move forward to move through the punching bag, or give it a hard hit and then brace herself against it coming back, seemingly becoming as hard as rock given that it bounces back without her giving an inch.
What| Arrival/recovery/training
Where| The medbay, and then the training rooms.
When| After “The Reject Pile” and “An Eye for an Eye”
Warnings/Notes| to be added
[ CLOSED TO THETA AND NORTH ]
It had been a hell of an arrival. She’d just wanted a moment to catch her breath, to gather her strength so they could get the hell out of that hell hole of a base, only she didn’t have the chance. She’d arrived with warnings flashing on her HUD, unable to really comprehend what was knocking her out before she was knocked out.
And then, waking up in this medical ward. They’d at least answered her questions as soon as she started demanding answers. Shvaughn is quick to appear, to explain what’s going on. Carolina might be dehydrated and hurting, but she takes advantage of someone willingly answering questions to keep asking them.
And when she’s done, and rests, the next time she wakes up, Brande is there. Even though she’s not done recuperating, she’s quick to agree to become a Legionnaire. Even with everything going back home - but Shvaughn had assured her they wouldn’t be in danger.
Which is what leads to this - her having the ring nearby her hospital bed, turning over the omnicom in her hand. She’s still relegated to bed rest, and she thinks she’ll catch up on any information she can get a hold of, while she’s figuring out what the hell kind of outfit she’s going to have.
Unbeknownst to her, though, agreeing means she’s registered - means she pops up in a scannable database.
[ CLOSED TO CONNIE ]
Carolina’s been in the recovery wing for another day when they bring someone else new in. She’s looking at the omnicom when they bring her in, and so she misses it at first, until she hears the voice of a nurse checking her over. It’s the name that catches her.
That drags her gaze away, locking on the other hospital bed. That’s someone she didn’t quite realize was here, the literal definition of seeing is believing.
“CT?”
[ HOSPITAL (OPEN) ]
Carolina will be in the hospital for a few days, from her arrival to her release. She’ll easily accept visitors… no matter who they are, or why they’re coming by.
[ TRAINING GYM (OPEN) ]
She knows she’s developed powers - discovered the use of some of them in the hospital. Accidentally phasing through her bed had been one of them, and they’d been lucky she hadn’t ended up with a metal wheel through her body before she phased back.
She’s been having training lessons, but even though she was stuck for days on end in her own armor - she’s not going to take it easy. Even though she’s only cleared for light duty and training, here she is in the training gym.
She might be spending some time kicking and boxing a punching bag - but she’s also stopping to test out her new powers. She’ll move forward to move through the punching bag, or give it a hard hit and then brace herself against it coming back, seemingly becoming as hard as rock given that it bounces back without her giving an inch.
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Grif sinks forward, elbows onto his thighs, and just exhales.
"Shit."
Simmons and Tucker and... well, Tucker's here, but in the future, then Simmons and Caboose and Donut and Simmons and... okay is he going to worry about Sarge? Is this a place he's willing to go right now? Fuck it. But, most importantly, what about Simmons?
"Good to know shit's bad at home and here at the same time." He can't get back to light and flippant, it just comes out bitter. It's not Carolina's fault, he can't blame her for this, and as far as they know time is stopped, but...
It's home. Sometimes home's okay, but it always seems like there's more crap ready to come calling. Being in another universe can't even stop it. He just feels tired at the thought, just as tired as he was when they were all leaving around him. Grif's talked big shit about how he doesn't want to go home. He's found the better space future, things are great, home can suck it.
But now, he knows he has to.
"Carolina? I fucking hate time travel."
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Look, she's not willing to say something's happened to them - because she doesn't want to deal with it. She's already lost Epsilon - if anything happens to Red or Blue team, she's not going to handle it well, with her current method being repress and not talk about it if you can help it.
Still, she agrees when he says shit is bad at home. Seeing him so obviously concerned is both worrying and touching, even if she's cottoned on that he cares more than he lets on.
The comment, though, when he says it, gets her laughing again.
"You know what? Me too, Grif. It's my first time and I already hate it."
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"Once he figured that out, he wouldn't tell me anything." He perks up a little as he adds, "So you know, you have that one over him right now."
Because Grif favoritism points are highly coveted, right?
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She doesn't sound suspicious, just confused - since she is, genuinely, confused about that. The favoritism points aren't exactly what she's aiming for - she just doesn't want to go home and get stuck in the murder fridge again.
She looks at Grif, and then tilts her head. "Wash was talking to Big Bird after Locus rescued us."
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...Should he explain the dead freelancers thing? Maybe? No? It doesn't feel like it's his place. Carolina will find out eventually. Doing nothing is, as always, easier.
Wash on the other hand, Wash he can talk about. The mention of Big Bird at least gets a snort out of Grif.
"I'll have to find something to trade Locus for that helmet log."
It's not as funny as it could be, though. Grif is finding that he really doesn't like seeing Carolina like this, or hearing about Wash being just as bad off. After almost a year on Legion World, he's started to get very tired of things hurting his friends.
And they are his friends.
"I'm sorry," he says, breaking eye contact. It's worry and regret he's been chewing over since moving forward in the timeline a month and a half ago, and it just slips out. "If I knew you guys were going to actually need me..."
They shouldn't have. They had Wash and Carolina, who are good at things, and the not-good-at-things part of the team is just so big it wasn't like they needed one more, right?
Grif was angry, and in some ways he still is, but he knows he was also an asshole. He regrets staying behind, he regrets what he said, and he's had nobody he could even apologize to if he wanted. Wash hasn't been there yet and Tucker... It's better to just not think about how things are with Tucker. Fuck Tucker.
Maybe Grif has never been the best of friends with Carolina, but he knows her better than he did before they moved to the moon. And she's here, telling him that they did need him and he showed up to help them. It's too much. Grif can lie, he can lie a lot for a very long time, but he's started to find that there are some things that are too important to keep lying about.
He's sorry. He may not be willing to say how much he cares about them, but he wants at least one person on this stupid goddamn team to know he's sorry.
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He says he's sorry and that he would have gone if they were going to need him - and maybe the truth is they didn't, but they needed him at the end. The apology, more than anything, surprises her. She doesn't expect that from Grif.
Because in a way... he's right. It's their freelancer stuff that he keeps getting dragged into, that keeps messing with their team. Wash has mentioned to her, before, Tucker being upset about missing Alpha, and she knows that losing Epsilon had hit him hard. Grif doesn't even have that - so it makes sense that he would be one of the ones that resents it.
So she looks at Grif, and then looks away herself, at one of the walls.
"I'm sorry," she says, and her tone is subdued. "It's Freelancer stuff - and this time my Freelancer stuff," more like again, Carolina, "That everyone got dragged into." She made them come help her, the first time. She also pointed a gun at them, like they were just meaningless pawns to move around. The way her father had treated people.
"You're my team." She can't quite admit to being like family, yet. "I'm not Sarge, I don't actually want you to get hurt."
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"...It's fine, you didn't know," is what he manages to say, but it's not smooth. He paused too long. Shit, that's even more feelings he's let out here. There's even this weird impulse where he wants to thank her. For noticing, or something. What the fuck, a year on a space station with superheroes and he's already gone soft.
'I don't actually want you to get hurt' is probably one of the nicest things anyone has said to him about home crap in a while, and only the weak have emotions about that kind of thing.
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"I'll do better next time," is what she settles on, the quiet stretching between them. Actually, it's kind of awkward - a good kind of awkward, like when you've bared a raw nerve - but god, does she not like it.
"So... they said there's no meat on this station."
Look - the way Carolina grew up, she was a slow cooker, a smoker, someone who loves meat. Apparently everyone here is a vegetarian, and Grif is the one she trusts to tell her if there's really no meat.
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Feelings about other people? Difficult. Feelings about meat? Meat is a sacred human tradition that has been completely destroyed by the tree-hugging hippie space future, and Grif will not stand for it.
...Except for the part where he's part of a galactic superhero police force who has to uphold all the rules. Eugh.
There is still an intensity in his posture that was not here a minute ago.
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She is pretty vehemently agreeing with this. Look, the least the universe could give her is a steak after everything she's been through, she feels. But no, she gets no steak or even a hamburger.
She gives a heavy sigh and leans her head back, staring at the ceiling.
"I just wanted like... a burger, Grif. I was stuck in a basement for eight days, they could have bent the rule for that."
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"Look, nobody's got that right, but you get out of here? I know where to find an okay pizza."
Maybe things were different before, but after all Grif's seen? He can't do any less for a friend who's been through that shit.
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And maybe that's different between them. Carolina needs constant motion. She used to need a purpose, but she's a little more okay with not having one of those - even if inevitably she ends up creating one for herself, whether it's singing terribly or trying to learn how to relax.