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"Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us."
The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.
Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.
Having left Amissis-Re behind, tensions among crew members have continued to escalate into ship-wide consequences, and recognizing the need for some separation among those aboard the Moira, the Captains make the unanimous decision to deviate from their present course to a "nearby" planet that is notable for such popular distractions. While it is not a permanent solution, measures are being taken to monitor the crew's morale much more closely. New arrivals will be treated as they always are; yet, now, more than ever, it is important to stress the balance of working together toward their goal of reaching their destination so that everyone will return home.
WELCOME TO COLLECTIVES ASH3 - BF3 - CLF5
The Collective is a paradise resort located far from any other neighboring planets to offer the most leisurely experience possible to its patrons. Artificially created for multiple uses, it is divided into separate locales interconnected with a tubing transport system that is so fast and efficient that it’s like being teleported to the next area. Extensive mapping can be found at various intersecting points to offer some direction, and there are even recognizable adverts from a very familiar stop months before spread out across the Collective. Whether looking to explore or to simply shed the weight of anxiety, there are plenty of opportunities to be found within ASH3, BF3, and CLF5.
All crew members are given a card from the Captains that has an unlimited amount of credits on it. Organized through trade, these allow Moirans access to any of the luxuries that the Collective has to offer aside from the purchase of items considered weapons due to the escalation of recent events. Food, clothes, trinkets, or even a full spa experience—the limits, otherwise, are endless. The Captains emphasize that this is time to relax and take a break from the grind that is living and working on a spaceship as unique as the Moira.
☄ B.E.A.C.H! THE BEST ESCAPE ANYONE CAN HAVE!
For those seeking a fun time, the Collective offers a variety of activities on ASH3. There are multiple beaches to enjoy as well as beachside kiosks offering drinks, beach toys and surf equipment for those a little more sports-minded. The tide washes in beautiful shells to collect, and there are always life-guards on duty to make sure everyone stays safe while enjoying their time on the beach. ASH3 offers a safe and friendly environment with plenty of fun in the sun for everyone. There is also a boardwalk full of restaurants, bars and plenty of games and entertainment for when you want to step off the sand but don’t want to give up being out in the sun.For those who can’t or won’t bear the sun, ASH3 also offers a thriving night life on both beach and boardwalk. There are midnight boat tours to view the bioluminescent schools of fish native to the island and bonfire dance parties that go long into the mornings. On the boardwalk, all shops are open until midnight as well as many clubs and social spots where crew can mingle with other tourists in the area.
So you don’t like the sand. It’s too hot, and it gets everywhere. Then hop onto one of the many transportation systems, slip into some warmer clothes, and take to the slopes. More experienced crew can immediately dive in, but those who need help can take lessons on how to ski or snowboard. There’s hot cocoa, sleds, snowball fights, and the occasional person making a snow angel (or snow person). ASH3 also has areas for rock climbing, sky diving, base jumping, bodyboarding, canoeing, hang gliding, jetskis, mountain biking, hiking, and much more.
☄ WHEN I SHOP, THE WORLD GETS BETTER Not everyone enjoys shopping, but this Collective entices even the most frugal and reluctant into spending their credits here. In fact, the Captains are encouraging this. They give the explicit “order” to buy whatever you want for yourself and your fellow crew members, but more than that, to consider making purchases to better the ship. Is there any area of the Moira that needs spruced up? Maybe some fresh paint in the mess hall,or new furniture in the decks? Maybe some fancy curtains for all those windows on the observation deck, or a few throw pillows? New pots and pans for the kitchen might be something to add to this list as well as equipment for the rec area, or whatever else you think BF3 will have to help increase comfort aboard the Moira.
To enhance your shopping experience, the technology here allows you to try on clothes without lifting a hand. The food here is an unlimited spread of gourmet dining to comfort food and every dessert you can think of. When you’re finished with your purchases, have all your packages and larger items delivered back to the ship for you.
☄ TREAT YO SELF The accommodations on the Collective of CLF5 are as unique as they come. Lodging is available for those who want to sleep in an environment that’s underwater or perhaps those who desire something as simple as a soft bed. No matter what kind of room you want to purchase for the night, it’ll be available here, and the only true limit is the imagination. When you aren’t relaxing in a hotel room, you’ll find that there are numerous spas and hair salons that offer varied services. Gold face masks rejuvenate your skin, the Ever Young™ Spa can make you look ten years younger with one treatment, and the mud baths are known across the universes for making you feel youthful and refreshed. If you’re looking for a new hairstyle or to relax, this Collective is the place for you to spend those hard-earned credits.
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thisavrou_log2016-06-01 12:20 am
i - oh my god
That voice. He knows that voice. That speech pattern. It's not one that you forget very easily, and considering he'd heard it only minutes before he found himself waking up in cryo? Yeah. He doesn't even need to look down the hall to know who it is. But he does, anyway.
Sure enough, there's the familiar standard issue blue armour, the out of date helmet, and an assault rifle. Caboose. Not someone he's particularly happy to see. Not after he and the other sim troopers proved yet again that he can't trust anyone with anything and betrayed him by not turning Epsilon in like he told them too. He might not have ended up in prison if they'd done that. Things might have been completely different. But no, of course, they'd screwed him over just like everyone else.
Not even thinking, Wash is spinning on his heel and walking toward the Blue, body language none too happy. ]
Caboose.
[ Not a question. He knows it's him. He knows by now that the Moira or the Ingress or something around here just likes to fuck with him, so why not send one of the idiot sim troopers? Wash's tone is irritated, however. No, beyond irritated--more like irate, but managing to keep his voice level. He's not sure what he's going to do with Caboose yet, but there are already a handful of ideas crossing his mind.
None of them are particularly kind. ]
oh lord...
[ it's a voice that he recognizes and he cannot be more than happy to see a familiar face! or helmet! either way, he's already running over to greet the ex-freelancer. he maneuvers as carefully as he can around the people that he is just talking to in order to get close to him. ]
Washington! Look, Freckles, it's Washington! [ the person in question may have heard a robotic voice coming from the assault rifle stating a simple affirmative, but it may be ignored. after all, caboose carefully sets the gun down -- and gives it a few pets on the "head". ] I was worried! But you're all right!
[ well, he has to put freckles down so that he can pick washington up. he holds him up for a second -- perhaps a second too long -- before bringing him in for a tight hug. wrapping his arms around the man, he tightens it to possibly unbearable hug. ] Washington! [ A beat. ] Hello!
i can't handle this
Wash opens his mouth to say something, but Caboose starts talking and doesn't really stop. ...Freckles? --Did that gun just talk?! And Caboose was worried? The Blue hadn't even realized that he'd been in prison when they talked, so why...?
Before he can, you know, actually vocalize any of these confusing and bizarre things, Wash gets an actual surprise. There are hands on him, and then his feet leave the ground. Caboose is lifting him up and his brain can barely process this fact. Not that he gets the time because then he's dragged in toward the Blue, their armour making a metallic clank as they meet, and good fucking god. Caboose is hugging him.
Caboose has lifted him up into a hug.
For a long moment, Wash is too stunned to do anything but hang there stiffly. This is not what he was expecting. Caboose had never shown this level of affection toward him, and has absolutely no reason to. Wash would wonder if he's from a different time, but that seems improbable considering the plan he knows he's going to pursue the moment he gets back home again.
Finally snapping to, the ex-freelancer brings his hands up to Caboose's shoulders and tries pushing off of him--but really, the guy has a crushing grip on him, holy shit, has he always been this strong???? Even all of his strength isn't enough to get himself out of Caboose's arms. ]
What are you-- [ He cuts himself off as he struggles a little more. ] Caboose!
[ Words aren't working well as his brain tries to catch up with this ridiculous turn of events, but basically, he's saying put me the fuck down. ]
Experience the glory of his love!
[ The tall Blue starts to sniffle beneath his helmet. The melancholy starts to build in worrying that he won't be able to see any of the Blues or Reds or anyone from Chorus -- like that nice man, Mister Andersmith! But he cheers up almost immediately upon seeing the colors of Washington's armor. ] Yes. Hello.
[ And he makes a small adjustment -- moving to slip his arms under the ex-Freelancer's so that he can set him back down on the ground. ] Sorry. I got a little emotional. But now my emotions are okay and everything will be all right. Forevery!
[ He lifts his gaze toward the sky to stare off until his head drops and he rubs his hands over his helmet. ] Ow. Ow... [ More rubbing. ] Bad dots... why must the sun explode in dots!
[ Crouching down, he rubs his helmet with one hand and picks up Freckles with the other. Petting the assault rifle, he gives it good advice. ] Freckles, the sun hurts sometimes. But it is okay because Washington is here and he is always good at everything!
[ Another turn. He pets the muzzle of the gun. ] So... how are you?
there is no glory, only confusion
Taking a step back, wanting to keep his feet on the ground, thanks, it's a real challenge to not reach up and pinch the bridge of his nose or rub at his temples or make some sort of aggravated, exasperated action. The only thing that actually stops him is the fact that he's wearing his helmet.
Honestly, how has Caboose survived this long? He really wants to know. ]
How am I? [ Incredulous, he's just going to. Skip over the rifle-petting thing for now. It's Caboose, he reminds himself. You can't question anything because he literally makes no sense. ] I just found out that you and your idiot friends didn't do what you were supposed to and got shiny new bases out of it, meanwhile I got sent to prison for everything that happened at Command!
[ His voice is definitely raised, but not to the point of yelling. The anger, however, is still pretty evident. Obviously he knows neither of them can do anything about things back home from here, but dammit he still has every right to be pissed. So he's going to be pissed. ]
So I don't know, Caboose, how do you think I am?
[ The list is not even including his complete mental breakdown last month, going home for about two years only to be brought back and apparently only missed about a week of time, and now one of the very idiots who betrayed him has shown up. And that's not even mentioning Tex, who's still around, who now has every right to be pissed at him. He has a lot of Problems, and Caboose helped with a few of them. ]
amazing confusion!
Only ... he's not.
Caboose allows for a long moment of silence to carry on as he tries to piece together what Washington is saying. He pauses to look down at the rifle that in his hands to attempt to get Freckle's opinion on what is just said, but it appears the A.I. is also attempting to process what the man is yelling at them -- or attempting to figure out how to shoot Washington for yelling at Caboose with the way that the Blue is holding the gun. It sometimes is very hard to tell. ]
Yeah, yeah ... that sounds like that wouldn't be too fun. [ He pivots slowly to look at the wall of some building. Really, he only says something so that he acknowledges what is said instead of being certain that he understands what is said. ] That, that sounds pretty confusing.
[ Oh. But he's able to guess how Washington is doing? ] Well. I think that you are doing okay. Because we are able to see each other, again, and I was able to give you a hug. [ And that should solve all the problems that are presently going on because he isn't quite sure what is going on. He feels like this sounds familiar but he lifts gaze upward to see if he could recall the past -- ]
Ow, ow, ow! [ Back to crouching down.
The sun is very bright. ]
horrific confusion and then some yelling tbh
Still, Wash listens quietly as Caboose finally responds. And naturally doesn't seem to have actually processed a damn thing. The ex-freelancer doesn't bother trying to stifle it irritated sigh that escapes him. No, it wasn't too fun. ]
No, actually, I'm not doing okay. [ Voice at least no longer raised, he's slipped back down into somewhere between irritated and exasperated. Better than straight up anger, though? ] I--
[ And then Caboose is looking up at the sun again. Cue another long, exasperated breath from Wash. A hand comes up to the general area of his forehead on his helmet, and he takes a moment to shut his eyes and breathe. ]
Stop looking directly at the sun. You'll ruin your eyes doing that.
[ Please dear god in heaven that he has no belief in whatsoever, please do not tell him that he has to take over as babysitter here. He doesn't think he can handle that.
Opening his eyes and looking back over at the Blue, Wash steps closer again and makes an attempt to get his hand under Caboose's arm in an effort to get him back to his feet. ]
Get up. Why are you even down there, anyway?
Just like old times!
[ He decides to ask that question first before he is helped back up. Opening up his arms, he holds them out and flexes his fingers as a gesture that the man can come in to have another.
And... it is sad sometimes being really tall because he can't hide behind someone to avoid looking into the sun. But he thinks things will be okay -- probably! ]
I am too tall and the sun is very bright. Like having a bright idea. If you look long enough, you will get one. But, uh, there is really just a lot of pain and ... dots... sun dots... the sun wants to keep all of its ideas to itself!
[ He twists his head around to yell at the sky with his arms still out to welcome another hug at any time. Because he isn't too sure what is going on with Washington. He thinks it is very confusing but he remembers what Washington said to him -- he has to be there for him like a friend. ]
It is okay. I am here.
unenthused cheering in the background
[ Once the Blue is on his feet, Wash releases his arm and steps back. ...Then takes another step back when Caboose's arms open wide because he is definitely not looking for another hug.
Though he still has no idea where this amount of affection toward him came from--Caboose has always been positive toward him, but not like this--it's definitely sinking in that he's probably going to have to be the one to deal with this. Make sure that Caboose doesn't get himself into... You know what, he doesn't want to think about what he could get into as he thinks back to when they first met, seeing all those damaged and destroyed vehicles...
It just definitely doesn't thrill him. Not when this is one of the guys who screwed him over. But he knows he can't hand it off to Tex, and no one else here would know what to do with Caboose. ]
Being tall doesn't matter. Just stop looking up, directly at the sun. [ His tone is still terse, especially with having to repeat himself. ] And no. No, you won't get a bright idea by looking at the sun long enough. You'll just blind yourself.
[ Wash is crossing his arms now, staring at the Blue. Whose arms are still outstretched. Why they still are, he has no idea, because he's sure he made it pretty clear he's not interested in hugging. ]
I can see that. You can put your arms down now. [ A pause. Then he stifles a sigh. ] Do you know where you are, Caboose? I know you must have talked with the captains when you first got here, but you understood, right?
THE SECOND BEST KIND OF CHEERING
[ He brings the assault rifle that he had strapped to his back around so that he can show Freckles just how good he is at hugging. The AI seems to be happy with it. But it also is being very quiet. He lifts the rifle up to stare down the barrel in confusion. ] You okay, Freckles? [ The rifle replies that it is attempting to process and analyze the information that has been given to the two of them to better formulate an understanding as to what is happening, before returning to silence. ] ... yeah, okay... he's just ... going to do that, then.
[ Another turn of the rifle, he lets it rest easy in his arms instead. ] Washington is very sensitive about his height, Freckles. Don't bring it up to him, okay? [ A short affirmative before there is more soft whirling noises from the gun. ] Yeah, well... yeah... that sounds... maybe...
[ Ah. Why is Washington crossing his arms? That is the definite that he has done something! But he doesn't know what he's done! Oh, what is it that Washington said just a few seconds ago? That he is upset that they got a new base? Well, they have two new bases. One at the crash-site and one with the Feds and Rebels but that's more like their base and -- he's not sure that he's -- his eyes dart from side to side. Yes, he's got it! ]
Yeah. I'm on a planet. The captains said some stuff about that we're going to be here and gave me a lot of things to read and I said... okay. They're really nice! I didn't think that they'd give us a chance to eat lots of cake for all of the things that we did! I guess we did a good job, then, Washington! [ Only?? ]
I'm sorry that you're in prison 'cause you do not like cake. But it looks like you're out so... it's fun to escape from places that people put you in and to be able to enjoy things that they said that you shouldn't enjoy! 'Cause like, sometimes, I remember that I'd be locked up somewhere and then I would break out and then there would be some fires... and some ... some other stuff... but then I'd be able to go on field trips!
Yeah... I understand.
yeah right after no cheering!!
Is he losing it again? Is Caboose actually here, or is he completely hallucinating this whole thing? He probably wouldn't question it if it wasn't for that talking assault rifle, but with it there? He's definitely questioning his level of sanity here.
Caboose keeps talking though, and after taking that long break to debate his mental state, Wash is losing track of what's being said. Raising his arms to chest level, he waves them in a gesture for Caboose to stop talking and shakes his head. ]
Stop, stop. Okay, first? I'm not sensitive about my height. [ Actually, he is a little. He's only 5'11" goddammit. ]
Second? What things that we did? This has nothing to do with anything that happened at home. Also? Not liking cake is not why I am...was in prison. And I didn't escape.
[ And he's just going to leave that fire thing alone. He just. He just really can't right now, not with everything else. ]
And third, how the hell is your gun talking, and why are you calling it Freckles?
[ Is that? Did he hit every point he needed to there? He thinks so. It's just...Caboose is hardly a reliable source to get any information from, which is something Wash always seems to remember after he's asked a question he needs an answer to.
Yeah. His time on the Moira has definitely...something. Gotten worse? More interesting? He really doesn't even know at this point, honestly. Already he's getting tired. ]
TOP 10 LIST COMING RIGHT UP
Oh. Well. They must just like us, then. How nice. [ he's never met captains that just like him! usually, after a little while, they're yelling at him about something like there are teammates dead and everything on base is exploding. but these captains gave him money and said that he could have fun on a planet that is made for fun! like the vegas quadrant! ] That'd be a silly reason to be in prison, Washington. I mean, who doesn't like cake? Especially since we made so many cakes for your birthday!
[ now he's very confused. why doesn't washington know? he lifts up the gun. ] This is Freckles. Because the nice doctor lady who is also very scary and Tucker said something about not putting anything in crazy said that she could fix Freckles because he was really tiny and now I could carry him around, but then she said that putting him in my helmet might not be a good idea. And I thought it'd be a great idea because then we could talk to each other and I could think about scratching his ears. But she said that he's mostly a battle A.I. and if he gets in my head that I'd become a completely unstoppable killing machine. [ a long pause. ] Which would be good for the enemies but given that sometimes uh, people, uh, that are around me that aren't enemies ...sometimes... get in the way of my bullets... she said that it'd be a good idea to not put him in my head.
So we put him in my gun! And now I can carry him around forever! [ he rocks on his heels. ] But I don't need to explain that to you, Washington! You were there! You protected and brought Freckles back. [ so, why is he having to explain all of this? he isn't quite sure. but then he thinks that washington likes hearing about stories and he's happy to tell stories. he's also happy to tell stories about how washington helped out. ]
See, Freckles, Washington is good. [ and it's always good to remind freckles that washington is a friend 'cause sometimes freckles gets mad at people. ]
are there really 10 ways to cheer?!
[ He hates that tone of voice. That one that's all too familiar, even now. He even recalls telling Caboose not to do it once before--well, it had been Church, but Caboose was there. ]
Whether they like us is still up in the air.
[ Wash is still not entirely sure how he feels about the captains, but he definitely knows that he doesn't trust them. Not anymore. And unlimited credit cards were not going to sway him. ]
I know it would be, you're the one who-- Jesus Christ. Forget it. [ It doesn't matter and he doesn't want to get into an argument over something so stupid. So he lets it go, but not without rolling his head toward his shoulder in frustration.
--Cakes for his birthday, though? That's definitely not a thing that's happened. That, and everything that Caboose says next confirms that he's from a different point on the timeline. In the future, because none of these events sound familiar. ...Except, Wash doesn't understand, because his plan when he gets back home is to hunt down the Reds and Blues and take Epsilon back from them no matter what it takes. But Caboose is talking about cakes on his birthday and him protecting this "Freckles"... That makes no sense if he's planning to go against them. ]
...So there's an AI in your rifle. And you named it...Freckles.
[ Focusing on one confusing thing at a time, Wash's eyebrows raise behind his visor and he looks and sounds entirely unimpressed. And maybe like he finds this to be a bizarre situation. ]
And I protected it. I was there? Why was I there? That doesn't make any sense.
[ Really, it doesn't. Assuming he does go forcefully take Epsilon from the sim troopers, why on earth would he end up with them again after that? They should either be dead or hating him. And ideally, he should be...out. Gone. Done with the military, with the UNSC altogether. So long as his deal works out with the Chairman, anyway... And if it doesn't, then wouldn't he still just be in prison???
None of this makes sense. And he's getting the feeling that it's not just because Caboose is the one explaining things to him. ]
Yes! Slow building clap, slow clap, slow sarcastic clap, clapping, clapping and hollering..
[ A quick apology. One sincere even with a small tilt of his helmet to attempt to tuck his chin down in apology. ]
It is already forgotten. [ More rocking on his heels as that is probably very true that he will forget what they were just talking about with prisons and aes. But he lifts his head up. ] I think they like us! My other captains that weren't Church and you would yell at me a lot and wouldn't let us go places for fun.
[ Caboose blinks behind the helmet before realizing that Washington can't see his confused face with the carefully timed blinks to show his confusion. ] Blink. Blink. [ Yes, he is so silly. He needs to tell him that he is blinking to let him know he isn't following very well. ]
Yup. You met Freckles before that, thougu. Remember? He blew up a car. [ He lifts up the rifle, wobbling it back and forth. ] You were always saying stuff like... Caboose, he's trying to kill me. And I would say, no... probably not.
[ The whirling stops before there is an interrupting beep from the gun. Freckles begins, slow: "Analysis complete. This is not Chorus nor the Staff of Charon. Alternate timelines and universes are being pulled to the ship Moira." The AI attempts to explain the situation to him as a kindness to not have Washington suffer through it. Simple, small words are used before the rifle goes quiet again. ]
Oh. [ He turns the gun over, frowning. ] Yeah, okay. That makes sense. I was going to ask why your armor didn't look right. [ He nods. Accepting the information easily and without being too upset. ]
So. Washington, that means I get to tell you all of our adventures! And maybe run into Church, again. Like Church! [ He really likes Epsilon but it'd be nice to see Church-Church again. Without being sad and without having to fight the Meta the way that he did. ]
Oh boy, oh boy. I get to tell Church what a good leader I am. I am a captain now! I am a captain. Twice. He is going to be so proud of me, Washington! And, and you will be, too.
that is clapping, not cheering. clearly there is an important distinction between the two
He doesn't ask, though. Instead, he files it away as something to maybe address at a later time. He wants some time to process that, if it's true. Also, asking Caboose to explain things is like pulling teeth, and he's already so tired of the pain with everything else he's had to ask.
When Caboose falls silent, Wash remains quiet as well, just staring at the Blue. He doesn't even move when the blinks are verbalized. He just stays there, standing and staring in silence. Of everything he's listened to so far, verbal blinks are far from the most bizarre. ]
It blew up a car. [ Eying the gun disbelievingly now. That is absolutely not big enough to blow up a car.
But the gun starts talking again--which is still really fucking weird, by the way--and confirms everything about this universe. The only thing that really catches Wash, aside from the fact that it's a fucking gun talking, is the mention of the Staff of Charon. ...That sounds familiar. Why does that sound familiar? He'll have to think on that, too... ]
Church isn't here, Caboose. [ The words are blunt. ] He was, but he's gone now.
[ Probably not as direct as he should be with Caboose, but he doesn't really care right now. He has a lot going on and he isn't going to waste time beating around the bush about Caboose's "best friend". ]
--Wait. What? You're a captain? You're talking about some... I don't know, [ Wash makes a vague gesture with his hand. ] imaginary pirate ship, or something that you declared yourself captain of, right?
[ Because there is no way Caboose of all people has been promoted up to captain. He refuses to believe it. If Caboose is a captain, then Wash is a goddamn normal person with no strange or traumatic issues in his past. ]
yeaaaaah that sounds about right.
[ Caboose corrects. Though, his counting isn't that great so he isn't sure if that is actually mathematically correct. He once more is turning slightly to look to the wall like that would give him the information that he is looking for -- but it seems like it is still hiding the answers.
He whips back around at the answer that Church isn't around. His shoulders immediately drop as he loosens his grip on Freckles. Caboose takes a step closer. ] But ... but ... Church will come back, won't he? He'll come back, right, Washington? He can't leave and not say goodbye, again. [ But he knows that Church didn't know that he was here so he didn't have a chance to say goodbye. So that's ... that's not really fair, right? Probably! ]
Oh ... oh no ... [ Freckles beeps at him sympathetically. ] Ah, it's okay, Freckles. Sometimes friends go... and it's hard... but we'll wait for him! Again! [ Cheering himself up, he pauses to say: ] Blink. Blink. Oh, right. [ Back to the point at hand about him being a captain since Washington wasn't around yet to be part of when he was the best captain for the Blues and for his own team! ]
No. I was the captain for Blue team for awhile! Tucker and you nominated me to be it! It was a really fun time. Only when it wasn't! [ Yeah. ] Then, I became a captain for some other team for some rebels with my tiny baby. Andersmith. Only he was a grown man! And he liked everything that I said. And he would ask me lots of questions and then be really inspired by all of them! I guess that just shows what a good speaker that I am!
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[ The disbelief in his tone only increases here, gaze lifting from the gun up to Caboose's visor. No, he definitely doesn't believe that. No assault rifle can blow up one car, let alone two. ]
I don't know. He might come back, he might not. That's up to the Ingress, not any of us.
[ Although, he feels pretty okay with the idea of Church not coming back. Now that he's actually been through the event that killed both Tex and Church, Wash has the feeling they'd both spend all their time pissed at him, and he'd gotten enough of that back before he was technically responsible. At least with Church gone, he'll only be getting the hate from one direction.
It requires a lot of patience to not just snap and tell Caboose to stop blinking verbally, but somehow, by some miracle, he manages. Instead, Wash begins to quietly seethe inside his armour. ]
Dear god, you're actually serious. [ Pointedly ignoring the mention of him being...on Blue team? That's got to be wrong. ] How... Why... I don't understand.
[ Caboose. Captain. They just don't work in the same sentence unless that sentence is "Caboose is not and never will be a captain". It's honest to god a challenge to process as a reality. ]
Did someone want to intentionally endanger their soldiers?
[ Rude? Yes. Uncalled for? Yep. But he doesn't care. Caboose as a captain can only end in disaster, as far as he's concerned. ]
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