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thisavrou_log2016-08-03 04:26 pm
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and it seems a lot like flesh is all I got
Who: Agent Washington, Solid Snake, Dr. Emily Grey, and YOU maybe. if you're interested.
When: the first half of August
Where: various locations
What: just a teeny catch-all. mostly in which Wash openly defies doctors' orders to rest and let his body heal after the mess of July and all it wreaked upon him.
Warnings: injury, blood, talk of slavery, probably more so will update as needed
i bet a lot of me was lost; t's uncrossed and i's undotted | closed to emily grey
[ In all honesty, he's been back on the Moira long enough that he shouldn't be just now doing this. He should have done this about the moment he got back, but after everything that had happened, the last thing he'd wanted to put up with had been doctors. So here Wash is, days after being rescued from slavery and near-constant battles to the death, finally making his way to the medbay.
He's in horrible shape. Has been for over a month now, just getting increasingly worse. First Tex had broken his rib. Then there'd been the battle with the Caducans so soon after that he'd had no time to heal properly. Then he'd been somehow transported off the ship, captured, and sold into slavery where he'd been forced to fight others to the death. He's dotted in all sorts of wounds--stabs, slashes, bruising, various scrapes and scratches, and oh yeah, his rib has still not healed and has been hurting more than it had for the first part of last month. Considering the size of some of these wounds, the lack of stitching and proper care in most of them, and the clear fact that some of them have torn open at least once from movement, he really should have come straight to the medbay. But he's stubborn and really only caving now because of the pain and the fact that a lot of the injuries are impacting his ability to do much of anything.
Limping his way through the medbay door, Wash is doing his best to stand up straight, though he hasn't really been able to since the murderfights had jostled his poor rib around more. One hand is resting on the lower part of his ribcage like that might ease some of the pain while also trying to look completely casual about it. His eyes search the medbay, trying to catch a glimpse of one of the people he knows is a physician, but he's coming up empty. Instead, his gaze comes to rest on a woman nearby and, after scrutinizing her for a long moment, he calls out to her. ]
Is there a doctor around?
i'm open a moment and close when you show it; before you know it, i'm lost at sea | closed to solid snake
[ Bed rest. That's what he's been told, that's what he's supposed to be getting while he lets his body heal. It feels like a death sentence. Laying still, stuck in one place all day... Wash hates it. He's bad enough with downtime as it is, but downtime where he can't keep himself busy? That's more of a problem. It's almost painful. It has his fingers twitching in search of something to do and has his mind wandering, trying to find something to think about, and venturing to areas in his head that he does not want to deal with.
Needless to say, against doctors' orders, he's left his bed and the room a few times now, just for a chance to sneak in some distraction, even if only in the form of a walk around the ship. Sure, laying in bed all the time has given him a lot of opportunity to spend time with his cats, but that's the only upside to it, and it's unfortunately not enough to keep him in place. Most of the time, he only does it while Snake and Alphys are out of the room, just to avoid any chastising that may occur, at least from the former, however, on this particular occasion when the door to the room slides open and Wash makes his return from his brief journey... he's met with the sight of Snake.
For a second, he simply stands in the doorway awkwardly, like he's some teenager who's just been caught sneaking out by a parent. Except no, he's a grown-ass man and he's perfectly capable of making his own decisions. Shaking off what awkwardness he can, Wash steps the rest of the way into the room and shuts the door, pointedly removing the hand that has been resting against his torso so as to look perfectly healthy. ]
I thought you were out.
[ It's noted as though it's not a big deal, like he hadn't been planning on getting back before Snake, and he looks down at the cats at his feet as they approach, rather than at the other man. He at least knows better than to lean down to give the cats attention, wanting to avoid the pain that would bring, but it doesn't do much for his 'I'm fine, don't worry about me' case, which he's been trying to make this whole time. ]
and the story unfolds; you should take my life, you should take my soul | ota
[ The changes incited by the returning captain don't bother Wash all that much, all things considered. It's more what he's used to. The last eight years of his life have been spent in the strict regime of the military where the need to conserve as much as possible is prevalent. Granted, Project Freelancer had been a bit more lax about some things than most military programs, but not so much so that the current changes frustrate him. He's even in favour of the efficiency that's been brought in, especially if it means getting them home faster.
Still injured from all of the events of the last month, but at least finally making some strides in healing, Wash does on occasion still give up on bedrest and sneak out of his room in search of distraction. That said, he's been better about staying put, but sometimes he just can't handle the silence of the room and the lack of anything to do but think. Sometimes he still needs to get the hell out of there.
His absences may be noted by any who are even slightly familiar with his schedule, as he has to take a break from his usual routine in most cases. However, he can, on occasion, be found in various places throughout the ship. Most notably, the mess hall. Guy's still gotta eat, no matter how fucked his body is, right? Sometimes he stops by the training room to watch anything that might be going on there, or even go to the gardens just for somewhere quiet to walk. Wash may not look like the most friendly person to approach, and for what it's worth, he's really not. The grumpy look that seems stuck on his face permanently isn't likely to disappear should someone stop to talk to him, but he is at least unlikely to ignore a person and keep walking? ]
( consider the last prompt something of a wildcard; feel free to bump into wash wherever around the ship! if you'd like to plot something with me though, i'm always available through pm or on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
notcrazyokay! )
When: the first half of August
Where: various locations
What: just a teeny catch-all. mostly in which Wash openly defies doctors' orders to rest and let his body heal after the mess of July and all it wreaked upon him.
Warnings: injury, blood, talk of slavery, probably more so will update as needed
i bet a lot of me was lost; t's uncrossed and i's undotted | closed to emily grey
[ In all honesty, he's been back on the Moira long enough that he shouldn't be just now doing this. He should have done this about the moment he got back, but after everything that had happened, the last thing he'd wanted to put up with had been doctors. So here Wash is, days after being rescued from slavery and near-constant battles to the death, finally making his way to the medbay.
He's in horrible shape. Has been for over a month now, just getting increasingly worse. First Tex had broken his rib. Then there'd been the battle with the Caducans so soon after that he'd had no time to heal properly. Then he'd been somehow transported off the ship, captured, and sold into slavery where he'd been forced to fight others to the death. He's dotted in all sorts of wounds--stabs, slashes, bruising, various scrapes and scratches, and oh yeah, his rib has still not healed and has been hurting more than it had for the first part of last month. Considering the size of some of these wounds, the lack of stitching and proper care in most of them, and the clear fact that some of them have torn open at least once from movement, he really should have come straight to the medbay. But he's stubborn and really only caving now because of the pain and the fact that a lot of the injuries are impacting his ability to do much of anything.
Limping his way through the medbay door, Wash is doing his best to stand up straight, though he hasn't really been able to since the murderfights had jostled his poor rib around more. One hand is resting on the lower part of his ribcage like that might ease some of the pain while also trying to look completely casual about it. His eyes search the medbay, trying to catch a glimpse of one of the people he knows is a physician, but he's coming up empty. Instead, his gaze comes to rest on a woman nearby and, after scrutinizing her for a long moment, he calls out to her. ]
Is there a doctor around?
i'm open a moment and close when you show it; before you know it, i'm lost at sea | closed to solid snake
[ Bed rest. That's what he's been told, that's what he's supposed to be getting while he lets his body heal. It feels like a death sentence. Laying still, stuck in one place all day... Wash hates it. He's bad enough with downtime as it is, but downtime where he can't keep himself busy? That's more of a problem. It's almost painful. It has his fingers twitching in search of something to do and has his mind wandering, trying to find something to think about, and venturing to areas in his head that he does not want to deal with.
Needless to say, against doctors' orders, he's left his bed and the room a few times now, just for a chance to sneak in some distraction, even if only in the form of a walk around the ship. Sure, laying in bed all the time has given him a lot of opportunity to spend time with his cats, but that's the only upside to it, and it's unfortunately not enough to keep him in place. Most of the time, he only does it while Snake and Alphys are out of the room, just to avoid any chastising that may occur, at least from the former, however, on this particular occasion when the door to the room slides open and Wash makes his return from his brief journey... he's met with the sight of Snake.
For a second, he simply stands in the doorway awkwardly, like he's some teenager who's just been caught sneaking out by a parent. Except no, he's a grown-ass man and he's perfectly capable of making his own decisions. Shaking off what awkwardness he can, Wash steps the rest of the way into the room and shuts the door, pointedly removing the hand that has been resting against his torso so as to look perfectly healthy. ]
I thought you were out.
[ It's noted as though it's not a big deal, like he hadn't been planning on getting back before Snake, and he looks down at the cats at his feet as they approach, rather than at the other man. He at least knows better than to lean down to give the cats attention, wanting to avoid the pain that would bring, but it doesn't do much for his 'I'm fine, don't worry about me' case, which he's been trying to make this whole time. ]
and the story unfolds; you should take my life, you should take my soul | ota
[ The changes incited by the returning captain don't bother Wash all that much, all things considered. It's more what he's used to. The last eight years of his life have been spent in the strict regime of the military where the need to conserve as much as possible is prevalent. Granted, Project Freelancer had been a bit more lax about some things than most military programs, but not so much so that the current changes frustrate him. He's even in favour of the efficiency that's been brought in, especially if it means getting them home faster.
Still injured from all of the events of the last month, but at least finally making some strides in healing, Wash does on occasion still give up on bedrest and sneak out of his room in search of distraction. That said, he's been better about staying put, but sometimes he just can't handle the silence of the room and the lack of anything to do but think. Sometimes he still needs to get the hell out of there.
His absences may be noted by any who are even slightly familiar with his schedule, as he has to take a break from his usual routine in most cases. However, he can, on occasion, be found in various places throughout the ship. Most notably, the mess hall. Guy's still gotta eat, no matter how fucked his body is, right? Sometimes he stops by the training room to watch anything that might be going on there, or even go to the gardens just for somewhere quiet to walk. Wash may not look like the most friendly person to approach, and for what it's worth, he's really not. The grumpy look that seems stuck on his face permanently isn't likely to disappear should someone stop to talk to him, but he is at least unlikely to ignore a person and keep walking? ]
( consider the last prompt something of a wildcard; feel free to bump into wash wherever around the ship! if you'd like to plot something with me though, i'm always available through pm or on plurk at
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Maybe part of the reason that Snake had put this off for so long is because he'd known it would be something like this, that their stories would be far too similar for comfort. Then he'd be forced to dig deep into his past and dredge up memories that he's spent a lot of time and consumed a lot of alcohol to suppress.
Then again, Venom showing up here yet again had already done that. ]
I've been there. There was an organization that was working in the shadows to manipulate me, too. Even sent me to kill someone I thought was someone else, and I only learned the truth when I got here.
[ Snake's hands move quickly as he speaks, putting his gun back together piece by piece. Once he slides the last component into place, he wraps his hands around it for a few seconds. Strange, that even now he finds a comfort in holding onto something like this.
With a sigh, he sets the gun down and meets Wash's gaze briefly. ] Did you get the hell away from them, at least?
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That question, though. Did he get away from them? It's laughable. In fact, he actually laughs--it's just a huffed breath, but one can practically taste the bitterness that rolls off of it. ]
Not really. I was the last agent left behind--everyone else escaped a few years ago, but I... I didn't. I couldn't.
[ After Epsilon, he'd been declared 'unfit for duty' with his psychological break, so he'd had to heal from that under Freelancer's care... Everything after he'd been returned to the field had been a mess, though he'd mostly stuck around with the program in order to plot revenge. That, and he didn't exactly have anywhere else to go. ]
I shut them down, though. Destroyed one of their facilities and a lot of their technology. But that got me arrested and thrown in prison, so I don't think even that necessarily counts as getting away.
[ That, he bets is an issue unique to himself. Eyeing Snake, Wash figures the guy had to have gotten away from his organization. ...Though, if he only learned the truth when he got here, maybe not. ]
You still with yours?
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As much as he might want to ask, Snake doesn't want to push too hard and Wash has actually been much more open than he had expected, so he decides not to try his luck. He grabs for his M9 now that the SOCOM is done and starts to dismantle it.
When the question is tossed back into his court, Snake shakes his head. ] No, I got away from them a while back. I just work with one other person now. We're still working on taking them down, though, so it sounds like you're ahead of me.
[ Snake's efforts are likely to get him killed if he's not careful, so he could end up even worse off than Wash by the time that he brings the Patriots down. If he does, but he finds that kind of thinking to be unproductive. ]
So... the last you remember from back home, you were in prison?
[ Funny how little they know about each other still, but Snake's starting to get a clearer picture now. He's guessing that Wash found out about the program's true nature during that time he spent in cryo. ]
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Watching Snake doing his gun maintenance make Wash's fingers twitch with the urge to do the same, or just something that isn't laying here in bed, talking. He continues to try distracting himself by busying his hand with scratching the cats behind the ears while he listens to the other man speak. ]
Hopefully you come out of it in a better place than I did.
[ Without nearly bleeding out from a bullet wound to the chest, placed there by someone who had once been a friend and teammate. Without having said former friend being sicced on him by the man who used to be his boss. Without having to erase a bunch of AI who didn't deserve it. And, of course, without ending the whole ordeal by ending up in prison.
Odds are that unless Snake dies, he'll get out of his situation in better condition. Then again, Wash had been fully prepared to die at that time, and he still wonders if that wouldn't have been better for him. ]
Yeah. Brought back here straight from my cell. Not before I got a possible way out, though.
[ Or before he found out he'd been betrayed yet again by people he'd put his faith in. That had been a great video call... ]
This organization that manipulated you... What were they using you for, anyway?
[ Even now, he still hasn't got a clear idea of the kind of work Snake does-- or did when he was at home. No idea of his field, his specialization, nothing but the suspicion that he does a lot of stealth missions, after that incident with hiding the bodies during the Caducan battle. ]
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Still, at the moment he's in better shape than Wash, if the guy's still stuck in a cell back home. Not that Snake hasn't been there too, although his imprisonments have all been fairly short-lived. He's never been a POW, not in the same way as Miller or even Liquid.
While Snake could ask Wash what he's going to do to try and break out of prison, it probably isn't that relevant. Not to mention that Wash has another question for him, and this is one that's going to take a little more work to answer. Snake leaves the M9 half-dismantled as he shifts in his seat and faces Wash more directly, resting his forearms on his thighs. ]
As a killer, essentially. I was sent in to take someone out without knowing who he really was and only ever found out the truth later on. Then I had to kill the person I thought was really behind things... but I didn't realize I was still being controlled. I had to go through my best friend to get to him. After that, I was manipulated into almost helping to launch a nuclear strike, but that one we were at least able to reverse.
[ Snake leans back and crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at Wash. Sorry you asked yet? ]
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He doesn't appear remotely affected after hearing about what Snake was made to do, though he does at the very least make a bit of a face at the part about the near-nuclear strike. That's rough, but at least it had been caught. It'd be a much bigger regret if it hadn't been. ]
Alright, that's pretty bad. I never came close to launching any nuclear weapons.
[ It's tempting to ask if the people Snake killed were completely innocent or not, but Wash opts against it. Ultimately, it doesn't really matter that much; he killed them under false pretences, and that's always difficult to handle, regardless of the truth. If you're going to be ordered to kill someone, you deserve to know why you're doing it. ]
Good thing you caught it where you did. Moving on after killing someone for something they didn't do is one thing, launching a nuclear strike... I don't know that there'd be any moving on from that.
[ That's just a few too many lives to ever be okay with taking under false information. ]
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[ Ultimately, that's what Snake did. It's why his legacy as some kind of legend lives on even now, even when the Patriots have tried to brand him some kind of criminal. Neither Venom nor Big Boss had been innocent either, and if Snake hadn't gotten involved in putting a stop to their plans, more lives might have been lost.
Snake tightens his jaw and continues on. ] It was all a huge setup. [ Because isn't it always? ] I thought I was putting a stop to things, but instead I was just playing into their hands. Luckily I had someone there on my side who wanted to stop it just as much as I did.
[ And so his partnership with Otacon had been born.
With that story done, Snake shifts back to the desk and continues working on the M9. ] But hey, I guess for you being stuck on this ship beats being stuck in a cell, right? [ Snake knows it's not that simple, but he's interested to hear what Wash says about it anyway. ]