Honestly, from what I've seen of the people around here, being completely human and without any powers or abilities might be less common.
[ less so for the natives, but definitely for anyone who's been brought in through the program. all things considered he'd maybe rather be in the weird sex city than be enslaved with an implanted shock collar, but neither of them are exactly great options. speaking of which, though. he hesitates slightly, especially when she mentions being -- altered, on a physical level. ugh. that's not something he likes thinking about either. ]
The -- shock collars that you said you were implanted with, then. Is it still -- ? [ a gesture, vaguely towards his own neck. is it still in there. he hopes not. ]
I knew a fuckin' werewolf in the last place. And superheroes. And my best friend was from a place where not only was Atlantis real, but he lived there and the Atlanteans had magic.
[ Basically: yeah, as far as she can tell, being completely human and without powers, or from a world where everyone is completely human and without powers, is actually the less common end of the spectrum in these places. ]
Still there? Nah, there was this whizz kid there who figured out how to turn the array controlling them off for good and soon as she did they like... dissolved? So it's long gone.
[ It's a weird way to describe it, but that's how it felt. It was like they just... melted away, became something else. Chances are they were laced with Stuff and just became part of their normal tissues or... something, but she's never had a head for science stuff so 'dissolved' it is. ]
[ hearing her describe her apparently atlantean or magical friend as a best friend makes him pause a little, but it makes sense. how long did she say she'd been there? nine months? it's a long time. and now suddenly she's here with brand new versions of people and without the friends she'd made. he hasn't really stopped to consider how jarring that must be for her, and his brow knits slightly at the thought.
but he gets distracted by the mention of the collar implant. making a bit of a face. ]
I guess I'm glad it's not there anymore, but. [ just. another vague gesture. ] Dissolved? So what, dissolved into you? That sounds.
[ bad. he hates it. he hates everything about it. ]
[ It is extremely jarring being here, so jarring that it's been the source of, well, most of her poor choices so far. Not telling York about what happened with North and Wash before the dreams forced the matter was all about wanting at least one friend not to judge her right off the bat. Dumb, selfish choice she's having to make up for now, but that was the root of it. ]
Yeah, I definitely haven't been thinking about it too hard. Rather it dissolved into me than was still active, though; the only surgeons who could've removed it the old fashioned way without killing us were on the corp's side, so...
[ She shrugs. She's learned to roll with some wild and bad shit since being there, honestly. ]
[ yeah there's not much she can do about it now, so maybe just not thinking about it is the best approach. he nods, with a kind of grim, irritated expression. ]
Corporations and their shitty implants, right? Corporations and militaries, I guess.
[ wash has obviously personally had an especially bad time with his implant, but in general he thinks it's pretty fucky anyway. ]
Did they ever fuck with you in the same way this place does, though?
[ he guesses he kind of slightly means the weird thing about sex, but also you know. their fake memory adventure. while being enslaved in a dystopian hell-world and implanted with a shock collar doesn't sound great, it is a threat that he understands how he would navigate and attempt to combat. unlike what's happened to them here so far. ]
[ She can tell what he's really asking, but still has to throw in a: ]
They had rules against fraternization, actually. And no doors on our bunks. People, well, found ways, but it was kinda the opposite of this place in that fuckin' regard.
[ Now the actual serious answer: ]
Not... exactly? They did some fucked up shit for sure [ including fucking with that Wash's brain in a really concerning way that she's not at all going to get into, because she's pretty sure that'd be triggering as fuck for him to hear about ] but most of the ways we got fucked with were missions. Stuff-created worlds, monsters, shit like that.
We ended up in this town once where some kid had been like, turned into something weird by the Stuff and... he kinda turned the town into a sitcom land? Black and white. Fake families. Laugh track. The lot. Damn thing had my 'character' married to yours.
[ She pulls a face. No offense Wash but 1) they were still very much fighting at the time, she was fully prepared to stab him with a the heel of one of the 50s lady's shoes she'd bee put in until they decided on a truce and 2) she's also a lesbian. Nope nopety nope. ]
We had some fake character memories in our heads and I think if we'd stayed there we woulda... slipped into them, but we got out. That was the fuckiest incident. Kinda the corp's fault but not planned, at least not the same way.
[ wash listens as attentively as always, though with clearly increasing confusion. Stuff powered by human thought is a big concept to wrap your head around, and the idea of an entire world just being black and white is strange, and also uh, what. ]
Married? What even -- [ actually, you know what ] -- No. Never mind. Probably better if I don't ask, right.
[ yeah, probably. but even with that. they haven't really spoken before now, and she's talked about this whole other world, but hearing her describe it in more detail gives him -- a much better sense of just what she's apparently been through. ]
I guess we don't have Stuff here, but. [ just vaguely gesturing at. everything. ] They can just -- do that here, I guess. Fuck with us like that without even trying. It wasn't black and white and we weren't married, but it was still pretty fucked.
[ Explaining more about that mission would lead into the whole— thing that happened with North, and she’s not ready to get into that with him right now. At all. The stuff about the other world itself is less personal. ]
Supremely fucked. Don’t like that they can just… do that shit, not at fucking all. I knew they’d fuck with us in some ways, with the food and trying to get us to fuck more people and shit, but that was… a whole other fucking level.
They’re really upholding contracts made during that shit?
[ she brings up the contract, and wash noticeably just cringes a little, lifting a hand to rub tiredly over his face. he's still -- processing everything that happened, and part of him is still reeling, emotionally and otherwise. but wash sure has learned to be able to pick himself up and keep going even when his mind is a mess. he doesn't really want to get into the weight of the whole thing with her, but the contract and the consequences of it, that's fine enough. and still a goddamn pain. ]
Yeah. Hundred percent, still entirely binding. [ kneading a little at the corner of his temple. ] That I ended up in any contract is shitty enough, but that it was a contract with this fucking asshole.
[ he's dead, which is nice ( as long as wash ignores the crushing sense of guilt and the weird emotional trauma of it, and boy is he going to ignore the fuck of that right now ), but he's going to be back and it's going to be so, so much. ]
God that is bullshit. I mean, I'm not surprised, but it's still bullshit. Sorry you got stuck with that shit.
[ There's some actual sympathy there, in her own South-y way. She would fucking hate to be in that position. ]
Outside of the weird fake memory bullshit of him being your flighty ex? 'Lina mentioned his name and that's he's a merc from our world, that's it. Guessing you ran up against him before?
You know the fake memory bullshit? Maybe you remember running into him sometimes in the elevator or something, or just heard things across the hall? [ she probably heard lots across the hall honestly but. ] And how he was generally obnoxious and insufferable as fuck?
[ he nods, but just. grimacing. ] You don't know the half of it.
[ he might honestly have to ask her to help keep an eye out sometimes because. oh god. ]
He's a merc, just all about the payout. No job to big, no atrocity too terrible, as long as the price was right. Problem is he's -- clever, too clever. Got an entire planet eating out of the palm of his hand even as he was orchestrating them into civil war. And when his cover started wearing thin, he was working them up into a final fight big enough to have just wiped out everyone.
He didn't work alone, but that's part of why he tried to kill me when I showed up here. And that's who I have in the second fucking bedroom -- and I guess your new neighbor, when he shows back up again.
[ so a clever, charismatic and manipulative little bastard who didn't have any issues with the idea of wiping out an entire population, who also happens to be obnoxiously insufferable and incapable of shutting up. congratulations south, this is also going to be your new next door neighbor. those elevator rides are sure about to get worse. ]
[ Oh, fuck, he was one of the assholes from that Chorus place? That's enough context for her to tie it to the shit Wash and Carolina mentioned about Chorus at the last place and that's... hooo, boy. ]
Wow. I don't even— wow, dude. Just wow.
Do we need like a fucking signal or some shit if he tries something? If his fake self was an apartment trasher and his real self tried to fucking kill you...
[ Yes, she just offered help of her own accord. It'd be lying to say it isn't partly because she's worried about what the fuck problems he's going to cause when she's right across the hall and in the splash zone, but only partly. ]
[ he is a bit caught off guard by the offer from south -- but not that much. even getting this far had required accepting a premise from her to begin with, the idea that she's different, that he could put any of that resentment and bitterness aside. but he's here talking to her because he's trying to make the effort to bridge a gap from his own fucking up, and maybe that makes a difference.
wash does falter slightly, enough her to notice slightly, maybe, but wash is good with not showing anything he doesn't want to. ]
Got any signal ideas? [ just dryly, but in a way where it's clearly directed at felix and this whole mess more than anything else. ] Guess I could just ping you. I'm going to figure out how to handle it, somehow, but -- I don't know. Just keep an eye out.
[ he'd say to maybe check in if she hears a commotion going on over there, but honestly, he expects that'd be often. and whether or not she remembers, she probably heard quite a bit of commotion of a different kind. during their fake memory week. wash really isn't about to bring it up. ]
Hey, shout loud enough and I'll probably hear you. But a ping works. And I can keep an eye out, easy.
[ She's still got all her soldier's instincts. Knows how to have her guard up, keep a look out for signs of trouble.
She's absolutely not going to dig into any shit she heard during that week, it's on the blurrier side of things from that time anyway and she's just... not gonna touch it. ]
Guess it's all a matter of fuckin' damage control, huh.
[ yeah not touching it is. absolutely the best call.
he nods, quiet for a moment. south is still south, still one of them, and he has managed to move her off of his list of enemies -- for the most part. but its honestly never even occurred to him until now that he's not alone up here, either. that he's technically living next door to a . . . potentially reliable ally. potentially. maybe. maybe he wouldn't be extraordinarily surprised if he did call for backup and she didn't show up, but. he could still call for it. ]
He'll probably leave you alone. He just has more of a grudge with me, specifically.
'Probably', huh. [ dry, she snorts ] Unless I get in his way or some shit, I'm guessing. Eh, doesn't matter, point is he's a problem for you, so like...
[ She shrugs, decides to leave that open ended, hopes the implication carries itself. A problem for him's a problem for her, now. And it's at least 50% because the problem would be blowing up right across the hall, but the other 50% is well, she does actually care. Gross, right? ]
Least they only stick a few months at a time, I guess.
[ gross. but he does notice. multiple times now she's talked as if her being on his side is almost a given, and in those same instances wash had realized that he still doesn't quite see it that way. he'll. keep working on that. but they're talking like this now, awkwardly in the doorway but still talking, and it's still something. ]
Yeah. I got you. [ a nod, a wordless thank-you. voicing it might be a bit too much for both of them right now. ] It'll be good to have the backup, just in case.
Thankfully Felix isn't actually an idiot, even if he sounds like one. I figure once it sinks in just how much hell he'd be in for attacking his own Dominant he'll slow down on that front. Probably. [ another deep sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. ] I'm just not looking forward to dealing with him coming back and being told that he's contracted as my submissive without any memory of anything.
[ there's a bit of tension in him there that south might notice if she's observant enough. he really wants to talk about felix's death like it doesn't matter, like he's just that damn merc who he would've readily shot in the head if he ever caused too much trouble, but the reality is messy, complicated. wash is still pulling himself apart from his fake-self, and the feelings there are. complicated. ]
[ It's easier for her than even she expected, the history with that other Washington helping remind her they can get on. No, he's not the same Wash, things could go any way from here, but she still thinks it's possible. They're just on different squares of the board right now. Which she's trying to keep in mind. ]
...riiight, weird fucked up death bullshit. Yeah, no, that sounds like a total fucking mess. Fingers fucking crossed he does have that much sense. This system's bullshit but if it might be a bit of a shield then...
[ Shrug. You gotta take what you can get in a bad situation. Perhaps luckily for Wash, she's really not the prying kind. She can see the note of tension in him, but she's not inclined to ask, press on what the fuck happened or what's really bothering him about this. There's clearly something else to this, but all things considered she doubts she'll be any help in any capacity besides back-up if it goes south again. ]
I'll figure out a way to handle it. If nothing else, I have all the leverage.
[ he has all of felix's belongings and a hell lot more information than felix does. he'll be able to use it, and hopefully will be able to maintain some kind of rein on him. hopefully. he sighs again, running a hand through his hair. he's handled worse. kind of. babysitting unruly assholes is kind of his whole thing. ]
You didn't come out of this with anything weird, did you?
[ She nods; she has no doubt Wash can figure out a way to handle this, one way or another. ]
Besides a new appreciation for what my brother has had to put up with from me and those weird dreams exposing my old bullshit to York before I could? Nah.
[ It’s been a hell of a time, sure, but it’s not like the mess Wash has been left to clean up. ]
No contracts, fake me was too hung up on some ex herself I guess. So it’s just the vague memories of people I’ve never met before. No real weird shit.
[ good that south didn't have too much baggage coming out of it, he guesses. he nods, but his attention is clearly caught when she mentions the dreams. he's barely had time to think about them, still reeling in the aftermath of everything else, of how he'd possibly straight up killed someone he apparently cared about even if in real life he's a piece of shit. ]
The dreams. Right. [ shitty dreams are not unfamiliar to him. at all. he closes his eyes for a moment, with a quiet sigh. ] I think York saw something of mine, too.
He saw the whole… North. Thing. Y’know. I uh— well, I kinda made the mistake of not telling him about that whole thing when I got here? Didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot but…
[ Yeah that didn’t pay off. The dreams showed him for her. Not even for the first time, if for the first time with this York. ]
Had to explain what the fuck I was thinking. Sounds worse and stupider every time I explain it. Ugh.
[ She pulls a face, disgust directed at herself. It was not fun explaining to the guy who is kinda messed up without his AI that she wanted to let North’s AI get taken so she could have her brother back. And that’s not even getting into the rest of how it sucked. ]
Think he saw something bad of yours, or just something— personal?
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[ She snickers slightly, he's not the first person to get tripped up by the name. It really is pretty fucking stupid as a term for something. ]
I don't think everyone got them, but most of us. And that was on top of the people who had other crazy fucking powers that they just had from home.
But pretty fuckin' much. Think contact with the Stuff changed us on some physical level, so they've stuck even now I'm here.
[ Which is definitely weird in itself, thinking about being changed like that, but she tries not to dwell on that side of it much either. ]
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Honestly, from what I've seen of the people around here, being completely human and without any powers or abilities might be less common.
[ less so for the natives, but definitely for anyone who's been brought in through the program. all things considered he'd maybe rather be in the weird sex city than be enslaved with an implanted shock collar, but neither of them are exactly great options. speaking of which, though. he hesitates slightly, especially when she mentions being -- altered, on a physical level. ugh. that's not something he likes thinking about either. ]
The -- shock collars that you said you were implanted with, then. Is it still -- ? [ a gesture, vaguely towards his own neck. is it still in there. he hopes not. ]
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I knew a fuckin' werewolf in the last place. And superheroes. And my best friend was from a place where not only was Atlantis real, but he lived there and the Atlanteans had magic.
[ Basically: yeah, as far as she can tell, being completely human and without powers, or from a world where everyone is completely human and without powers, is actually the less common end of the spectrum in these places. ]
Still there? Nah, there was this whizz kid there who figured out how to turn the array controlling them off for good and soon as she did they like... dissolved? So it's long gone.
[ It's a weird way to describe it, but that's how it felt. It was like they just... melted away, became something else. Chances are they were laced with Stuff and just became part of their normal tissues or... something, but she's never had a head for science stuff so 'dissolved' it is. ]
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but he gets distracted by the mention of the collar implant. making a bit of a face. ]
I guess I'm glad it's not there anymore, but. [ just. another vague gesture. ] Dissolved? So what, dissolved into you? That sounds.
[ bad. he hates it. he hates everything about it. ]
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[ It is extremely jarring being here, so jarring that it's been the source of, well, most of her poor choices so far. Not telling York about what happened with North and Wash before the dreams forced the matter was all about wanting at least one friend not to judge her right off the bat. Dumb, selfish choice she's having to make up for now, but that was the root of it. ]
Yeah, I definitely haven't been thinking about it too hard. Rather it dissolved into me than was still active, though; the only surgeons who could've removed it the old fashioned way without killing us were on the corp's side, so...
[ She shrugs. She's learned to roll with some wild and bad shit since being there, honestly. ]
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Corporations and their shitty implants, right? Corporations and militaries, I guess.
[ wash has obviously personally had an especially bad time with his implant, but in general he thinks it's pretty fucky anyway. ]
Did they ever fuck with you in the same way this place does, though?
[ he guesses he kind of slightly means the weird thing about sex, but also you know. their fake memory adventure. while being enslaved in a dystopian hell-world and implanted with a shock collar doesn't sound great, it is a threat that he understands how he would navigate and attempt to combat. unlike what's happened to them here so far. ]
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[ She can tell what he's really asking, but still has to throw in a: ]
They had rules against fraternization, actually. And no doors on our bunks. People, well, found ways, but it was kinda the opposite of this place in that fuckin' regard.
[ Now the actual serious answer: ]
Not... exactly? They did some fucked up shit for sure [ including fucking with that Wash's brain in a really concerning way that she's not at all going to get into, because she's pretty sure that'd be triggering as fuck for him to hear about ] but most of the ways we got fucked with were missions. Stuff-created worlds, monsters, shit like that.
We ended up in this town once where some kid had been like, turned into something weird by the Stuff and... he kinda turned the town into a sitcom land? Black and white. Fake families. Laugh track. The lot. Damn thing had my 'character' married to yours.
[ She pulls a face. No offense Wash but 1) they were still very much fighting at the time, she was fully prepared to stab him with a the heel of one of the 50s lady's shoes she'd bee put in until they decided on a truce and 2) she's also a lesbian. Nope nopety nope. ]
We had some fake character memories in our heads and I think if we'd stayed there we woulda... slipped into them, but we got out. That was the fuckiest incident. Kinda the corp's fault but not planned, at least not the same way.
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Married? What even -- [ actually, you know what ] -- No. Never mind. Probably better if I don't ask, right.
[ yeah, probably. but even with that. they haven't really spoken before now, and she's talked about this whole other world, but hearing her describe it in more detail gives him -- a much better sense of just what she's apparently been through. ]
I guess we don't have Stuff here, but. [ just vaguely gesturing at. everything. ] They can just -- do that here, I guess. Fuck with us like that without even trying. It wasn't black and white and we weren't married, but it was still pretty fucked.
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Probably for the best you don’t ask, yeah.
[ Explaining more about that mission would lead into the whole— thing that happened with North, and she’s not ready to get into that with him right now. At all. The stuff about the other world itself is less personal. ]
Supremely fucked. Don’t like that they can just… do that shit, not at fucking all. I knew they’d fuck with us in some ways, with the food and trying to get us to fuck more people and shit, but that was… a whole other fucking level.
They’re really upholding contracts made during that shit?
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Yeah. Hundred percent, still entirely binding. [ kneading a little at the corner of his temple. ] That I ended up in any contract is shitty enough, but that it was a contract with this fucking asshole.
[ he's dead, which is nice ( as long as wash ignores the crushing sense of guilt and the weird emotional trauma of it, and boy is he going to ignore the fuck of that right now ), but he's going to be back and it's going to be so, so much. ]
-- Did you know of him? Felix?
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God that is bullshit. I mean, I'm not surprised, but it's still bullshit. Sorry you got stuck with that shit.
[ There's some actual sympathy there, in her own South-y way. She would fucking hate to be in that position. ]
Outside of the weird fake memory bullshit of him being your flighty ex? 'Lina mentioned his name and that's he's a merc from our world, that's it. Guessing you ran up against him before?
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[ chorus sure was a whole thing. ]
You know the fake memory bullshit? Maybe you remember running into him sometimes in the elevator or something, or just heard things across the hall? [ she probably heard lots across the hall honestly but. ] And how he was generally obnoxious and insufferable as fuck?
The real one's worse.
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Fuuuuuuck, dude.
[ In a lighter situation she'd probably joke about him knowing how to pick them, and okay maybe she comes close here, but she doesn't. Not the time. ]
So, you've got trouble living in your second bedroom. Basically. Pure fucking trouble.
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[ he might honestly have to ask her to help keep an eye out sometimes because. oh god. ]
He's a merc, just all about the payout. No job to big, no atrocity too terrible, as long as the price was right. Problem is he's -- clever, too clever. Got an entire planet eating out of the palm of his hand even as he was orchestrating them into civil war. And when his cover started wearing thin, he was working them up into a final fight big enough to have just wiped out everyone.
He didn't work alone, but that's part of why he tried to kill me when I showed up here. And that's who I have in the second fucking bedroom -- and I guess your new neighbor, when he shows back up again.
[ so a clever, charismatic and manipulative little bastard who didn't have any issues with the idea of wiping out an entire population, who also happens to be obnoxiously insufferable and incapable of shutting up. congratulations south, this is also going to be your new next door neighbor. those elevator rides are sure about to get worse. ]
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[ Oh, fuck, he was one of the assholes from that Chorus place? That's enough context for her to tie it to the shit Wash and Carolina mentioned about Chorus at the last place and that's... hooo, boy. ]
Wow. I don't even— wow, dude. Just wow.
Do we need like a fucking signal or some shit if he tries something? If his fake self was an apartment trasher and his real self tried to fucking kill you...
[ Yes, she just offered help of her own accord. It'd be lying to say it isn't partly because she's worried about what the fuck problems he's going to cause when she's right across the hall and in the splash zone, but only partly. ]
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wash does falter slightly, enough her to notice slightly, maybe, but wash is good with not showing anything he doesn't want to. ]
Got any signal ideas? [ just dryly, but in a way where it's clearly directed at felix and this whole mess more than anything else. ] Guess I could just ping you. I'm going to figure out how to handle it, somehow, but -- I don't know. Just keep an eye out.
[ he'd say to maybe check in if she hears a commotion going on over there, but honestly, he expects that'd be often. and whether or not she remembers, she probably heard quite a bit of commotion of a different kind. during their fake memory week. wash really isn't about to bring it up. ]
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Hey, shout loud enough and I'll probably hear you. But a ping works. And I can keep an eye out, easy.
[ She's still got all her soldier's instincts. Knows how to have her guard up, keep a look out for signs of trouble.
She's absolutely not going to dig into any shit she heard during that week, it's on the blurrier side of things from that time anyway and she's just... not gonna touch it. ]
Guess it's all a matter of fuckin' damage control, huh.
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he nods, quiet for a moment. south is still south, still one of them, and he has managed to move her off of his list of enemies -- for the most part. but its honestly never even occurred to him until now that he's not alone up here, either. that he's technically living next door to a . . . potentially reliable ally. potentially. maybe. maybe he wouldn't be extraordinarily surprised if he did call for backup and she didn't show up, but. he could still call for it. ]
He'll probably leave you alone. He just has more of a grudge with me, specifically.
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'Probably', huh. [ dry, she snorts ] Unless I get in his way or some shit, I'm guessing. Eh, doesn't matter, point is he's a problem for you, so like...
[ She shrugs, decides to leave that open ended, hopes the implication carries itself. A problem for him's a problem for her, now. And it's at least 50% because the problem would be blowing up right across the hall, but the other 50% is well, she does actually care. Gross, right? ]
Least they only stick a few months at a time, I guess.
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Yeah. I got you. [ a nod, a wordless thank-you. voicing it might be a bit too much for both of them right now. ] It'll be good to have the backup, just in case.
Thankfully Felix isn't actually an idiot, even if he sounds like one. I figure once it sinks in just how much hell he'd be in for attacking his own Dominant he'll slow down on that front. Probably. [ another deep sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. ] I'm just not looking forward to dealing with him coming back and being told that he's contracted as my submissive without any memory of anything.
[ there's a bit of tension in him there that south might notice if she's observant enough. he really wants to talk about felix's death like it doesn't matter, like he's just that damn merc who he would've readily shot in the head if he ever caused too much trouble, but the reality is messy, complicated. wash is still pulling himself apart from his fake-self, and the feelings there are. complicated. ]
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[ It's easier for her than even she expected, the history with that other Washington helping remind her they can get on. No, he's not the same Wash, things could go any way from here, but she still thinks it's possible. They're just on different squares of the board right now. Which she's trying to keep in mind. ]
...riiight, weird fucked up death bullshit. Yeah, no, that sounds like a total fucking mess. Fingers fucking crossed he does have that much sense. This system's bullshit but if it might be a bit of a shield then...
[ Shrug. You gotta take what you can get in a bad situation. Perhaps luckily for Wash, she's really not the prying kind. She can see the note of tension in him, but she's not inclined to ask, press on what the fuck happened or what's really bothering him about this. There's clearly something else to this, but all things considered she doubts she'll be any help in any capacity besides back-up if it goes south again. ]
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[ he has all of felix's belongings and a hell lot more information than felix does. he'll be able to use it, and hopefully will be able to maintain some kind of rein on him. hopefully. he sighs again, running a hand through his hair. he's handled worse. kind of. babysitting unruly assholes is kind of his whole thing. ]
You didn't come out of this with anything weird, did you?
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[ She nods; she has no doubt Wash can figure out a way to handle this, one way or another. ]
Besides a new appreciation for what my brother has had to put up with from me and those weird dreams exposing my old bullshit to York before I could? Nah.
[ It’s been a hell of a time, sure, but it’s not like the mess Wash has been left to clean up. ]
No contracts, fake me was too hung up on some ex herself I guess. So it’s just the vague memories of people I’ve never met before. No real weird shit.
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The dreams. Right. [ shitty dreams are not unfamiliar to him. at all. he closes his eyes for a moment, with a quiet sigh. ] I think York saw something of mine, too.
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He saw the whole… North. Thing. Y’know. I uh— well, I kinda made the mistake of not telling him about that whole thing when I got here? Didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot but…
[ Yeah that didn’t pay off. The dreams showed him for her. Not even for the first time, if for the first time with this York. ]
Had to explain what the fuck I was thinking. Sounds worse and stupider every time I explain it. Ugh.
[ She pulls a face, disgust directed at herself. It was not fun explaining to the guy who is kinda messed up without his AI that she wanted to let North’s AI get taken so she could have her brother back. And that’s not even getting into the rest of how it sucked. ]
Think he saw something bad of yours, or just something— personal?
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