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Who: Agent Washington and you!
Where: Mostly in and around the prison.
When: Throughout the entire event.
Rating: Probably R. Because zombies.
Summary: Catch-all log for the event! Everyone is totally welcome, whether plotting happened or not.
The Story:

[In the beginning, he'd been pretty damn terrified, he won't even lie about that. Sure, he's pretty used to Wonderland messing with them, throwing all kinds of crazy events and whatnot at them, but zombies? That's not something he'd ever anticipated it doing, and definitely not something he ever wanted to happen. He's never been able to sit through zombie movies, so to essentially be stuck in one... It's been pretty rough on him.

Now that it's actually happening around him though, Wash is goddamn thankful for those few zombie movies he's attempted to sit through and that friends have tried to make him watch. Without those, he might not have known the trick to keeping them down. On the list of other things he's thankful for this time around, the top ranking are his heavy-duty armor, his weapons, and his military training. It makes it easy for him to survive. The training and good hand-eye coordination make picking of headshots with his rifle and his pistol no problem at all, long distance or close quarters, plus it helps a little with getting around when he needs to, and the armor... Well, obviously the armor keeps the zombies out if they get too close. But thankfully, he doesn't end up having many close calls.

As the days go by, Wash can typically be found inside the prison, and occasionally outside. If he's honest, he's too afraid to get too far away, unsure of whether there's actually anywhere safer than the prison or not. The farthest he gets is a little ways into the woods on the third day in, in a spur of the moment decision to give it a shot and see if there's somewhere better to hide out, though it ends in him turned around and running back when he runs into a huge herd of the zombies. Over the course of the event, he'll likely be found on his own, tense and sleep-deprived, but he's not afraid to leap out and come to the rescue if someone's taken by surprise, surrounded by more zombies they can handle, unable to defend themselves, etc. A lot of his time is actually spent looking for others who might require help. He feels like its his job, as someone experienced and capable, to look out for those who aren't.]

[ooc: as mentioned above, I'm totally okay with anyone jumping in, new and old CR alike! Prose or actionspam are a-ok with me, and I'd love to have Wash rescue people and/or work with them, whatever. I don't have any real specific plans for him, so yeah! Just specify what day you'd like to run into him and we're good to go! c: ]

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[The lack of snow definitely made shit easier, zombie-fighting-wise. His vision wasn't obscured and he didn't have to worry about slipping so much. But, uh, well. Maybe he should've at some point during all that just tagged out and slept a little? As much as he wants to help and all, it's getting a little difficult to judge distances, so he keeps wasting swings of his hammer by completely missing any zombies and. His muscles feel like they're going to just give up and crawl away and.

Okay there may or may not be a zombie right behind him that he's only vaguely aware of, but wow are his reaction times down right now. Time to die, apparently. Thanks, Wonderland. I wanted to die from essentially zombies another time. Everything I wanted for Christmas and it isn't even Thanksgiving.]

[Very aware of his surroundings, paying attention and listening for any sound remotely resembling footsteps, Wash is lucky enough to notice the very faint hint of some up ahead. For a moment, he pauses, trying to pinpoint exactly where the noise is coming from. Fairly sure it's somewhere up ahead, although entirely unsure if it's another Wonderland resident or yet more freaking zombies, he picks up his pace a bit, enough to get him closer so he can get a look, but far enough away that he can hopefully just...stay the hell out of the way if it happens to be a horde of zombies. He's not sure if he considers himself lucky or not when he realizes it's a kid with a zombie right on his tail.]

Watch out--! [Warning called out, the rifle in his hands raised as he's talking, the freelancer takes aim with silent thanks that the zombie is taller than the kid is, making the likelihood of hitting both of them a lot slimmer. A shot is fired out, hitting the undead creature square in the head and sending it toppling over as Washington lowers his guns and lunges forward, approaching the kid at a run.] Are you okay? I don't know how close that thing got to you before I-- It didn't bite you or anything, did it?

[While he's betting the sound of his gun firing is unfortunately likely to draw more zombies their way, he's more worried about this kid for the moment.]

[John's body turns for him at the shout, just in time for his face to get splattered with yuck. He wipes at his face, eyes shifting to focus on the guy holding the gun.]

Master Chief?

[Wonderland's surprised him before, but this? This is a bit much when he's this low on sleep.]

...Thank you?

What?

[That's...not quite what Wash is expecting to hear, and it takes him by surprise, bringing him to a halt a few feet away. Someone here knows Master Chief? That has to mean that they're from the same universe, right? Or a similar one? For a second, he's dumbfounded, just blinking down at the kid. He's sort of been hoping that one of his teammates from Freelancer might show up, or at least someone from the same place, but...he's not sure how he feels about someone so young.]

Uh-- No, sorry, not Master Chief. [Finally managing to speak, he shakes his head and shoots a quick glance down to the zombie on the ground. Reaching a foot forward, he cautiously nudges it, just making sure that it's dead, before looking back at the boy.] From what I've heard, he's a lot taller than me. We just... have similar armor.

[Knocking the butt of his rifle against his chestpiece, Wash smiles a bit awkwardly behind his visor.]

But you're welcome all the same.

[Oh. Yeah, now that he blinks some more and shakes the sleepiness out of his head, he can totally see that this guy is in black. Must be from one of the later games or...wait, would Wonderland take somebody from multiplayer? Did somebody get sucked in while playing the game and it got confused and made them their avatar?

...The height thing sounds like he's just from the same world, though. Weird. John was never too into the games, but it was still sorta cool to see somebody in the real-deal armor. Maybe he could ask to try it on later.

Right now he just. He's just gonna sit down.]

Dude, I am so tired. I think I might be overdoing this...protecting people shit. Mind if I just sit here a few minutes and stare into space?

[Pause.]

I'm John, by the way.

[While that's not exactly the reaction he'd expected, Wash finds that he completely understands. He's kind of in the same boat, actually, except he's a little more trained to work through exhaustion. Although little to no sleep for three straight days is definitely pushing it.]

Uh, no, go ahead. You look awful, I think some rest would do you some good. [Even if it's only a few minutes. All the same, Wash keeps standing and holds onto his gun, just in case.]

I'm Washington. Nice to meet you, I guess. Though the circumstances leave a little to be desired. [Mild sarcasm there. He then casts a wary glance around, just checking for more zombies before that sarcastic edge turns back into concern, his gaze dropping to John.] What are you doing out here, anyway? It's great that you're trying to protect people and all, but running yourself ragged is only going to hurt you. You were about to be eaten alive, and it didn't seem like you even noticed.

[He'll swear he's not scolding, he's just worried! Kids being eaten by zombies is something that seems better to prevent, after all.]

Uhhh, yeah. You're. Probably right.

[John scratches at his head, sheepish. He knows he should be careful. But it's getting harder and harder to give a crap. He's basically alone, so like. Who cares if he dies too many times? Maybe he can't! His stupid powers make it hard to freaking tell.]

I just figure I should...help. Since I'm pretty strong and stuff. [Yup, that's not bullshit.]

Are you?

[For the record, it's not skepticism that has him asking. In fact, the question comes out almost thoughtfully while Wash surveys John for a second, considering him. It's still weird to him, not being from somewhere that magic and such are possible, but his mind at this point goes automatically to wondering...]

Do you have powers of some kind? [Not that he thinks you look weak or anything.]

Well, yeah, normally. But I'm good at swinging heavy objects into things too, so. [Shrug.] I can do pretty okay without the windy stuff.

Uh-- that's what my powers are. I can do stuff with wind and air and...stuff.

Really?

[Okay, that sounds cool. Any other time, Wash would ask to see, because these power and magic things are awesome and not something he could see anywhere else. But the situation being what it is? He only lets himself get distracted for half a second.]

Sounds interesting, though I can't see wind being very useful against zombies. [Cue slightly paranoid glance around and over his shoulder.] The strength, on the other hand... Well, could be more useful. And it's pretty noble of you to be willing to use that to help people in all this.

Fff. Noble.

[He waves his hand. He hasn't felt noble in like, forever. If ever.]

If I had my wind I could lift them all up super high and drop them. That's...something, y'know.

[He gives Wash a once-over, squinting.]

You don't have powers, though, right? I mean, from what I remember of the g-- uh. The. Of Master Chief. He didn't get powers so much as the armor was just super awesome.

[Wow, how to talk about this without admitting you've only seen Spartans on a TV screen?]

Oh. Uh. No, I don't. But I'm not a Spartan, either. Master Chief might not have powers, but he's... What's the term? Genetically enhanced, or something like that. A super soldier.

[Awkwardly rubbing at the back of his helmet, he shifts his footing, wondering if hearing that might be...disappointing. Spartans would kick a lot more ass in situations like this.]

Me? I'm just a normal human being.

[With specialized military training and his own high tech armour. Totally normal.]

Well, you still have the suit. That's gotta give you some extra points, at least.

[Whether the points matter in this game is another thing.]

So if you're not Spartan, what are you? [Because he kinda thought that's what the armor was called, actually. Wait, did he steal it? Could you steal it? Why would you?

This is less restful than he had thought it would be, but at least it's interesting and not depressing.]

[Managing a weak chuckle at that comment, Wash nods.]

I do have the suit. It's come in handy during this whole event in particular.

[If it makes it more difficult for the zombies to eat him, it totally counts for bonus points or... something. Keeps him alive and not undead, anyway. That's something he's all for.]

Just a soldier, really. I mean, I'm in a specialized military program that's working to train the best soldiers and equip them with these armour suits as well as AIs to make them even better, but... Ultimately I'm just human.

[Shrug. He's proud to be part of such a program, but it's just a bit embarrassing to talk about since he's kind of the worst one on his squad. But hey, no one here knows that, at least!]

Whoa, still. That's better than, like. Stumbling into everything.

[Hahahaha, like he would know anything about that though. Cough.]

You do fight aliens, right? I'm not totally off about that? [Just to confirm that he is indeed from that same universe 'n' all.] I mean, I heard about aliens.

Also is your AI a sexy lady because I would totally like to meet her if she is.

You're not totally off, no. We're in the middle of a war with aliens back home, so I do fight them. [A pause. He's totally sort of from the same universe as Chief, he just doesn't get to be quite as badass.] ...Occasionally. My team and I have been dealing more with Insurrectionists, honestly.

[And with that last question, he sort of...comes to a long pause. Just. Staring. This is not one that he anticipated getting. Ever.

Uh.......]

No...? [It sounds like a question because he's confused but it's the real answer okay. Eventually, he snaps back and clears his throat. Awkwardly.] Uh, no. I don't...actually have my AI yet.

[...]

And I don't think any of the ones in our program are, uh. Sexy ladies.

[.......]

...Sorry?

Aww, dang. [Not that Cortana was the hottest of hotties, but still.] I mean, don't be sorry, haha. I just though, y'know, 'cause that's sort of a wartime thing, isn't it? Didn't guys bring porno pictures with them in World War II even?

[John shrugs. He's being careful, not blurting out the whole "you're in a video game, probably" thing. But he's pretty sure about it now. Neat. When he's not so busy nearly being eaten by zombies, they will need to be bros.]

Sorry, I'm just curious and shit. I haven't really talked to people about where they come from in a while.

I... [Officially completely lost on where to go from here and how to even respond to that, he falls into an uncomfortable silence. Still staring.]

I don't think that's what they're for...

[Actually, he knows that's not what AIs are for. The implication that AIs are just a replacement for porn to keep soldiers from getting too frustrated is absolutely ridiculous, given he knows what they're capable of. ~~And the fact that the ones he's seen are certainly not sexy or female.~~ But the whole thing has him so caught off guard, his mind is sort of just...blank.]

No, no-- It's okay. [Thankfully, it doesn't take too much to snap him back. Shaking his head, he raises a hand like that'll prevent further apologies.] It's fine! I get it. I've been really interested to learn about where other people here have come from, too. But, uh. No, that's not what AIs are for. Not even the sexy ones.

[...Wait, that sounds really weird.]

[John stares for a moment, then snorts loudly.] Man, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, dude. I mean, I can't tell how old you are, obviously, but you're, what, 18? At least? I mean, to be a soldier and all.

[John stands up, stretches his back a little.] You totally went through this awkward "sexsexsex" thing, right? Being fifteen is basically all about that, hehehe.

[Although, to be fair, he's had more of a chance to indulge in this sort of interest here than he would have had at home.]

[He just was not expecting a conversation like this during a zombie apocalypse, okay. Or...ever. But the fact that it's happening with zombies around is definitely making it stranger. STILL. The fact that he's obviously uncomfortable enough that it's being noticed has him standing straighter and puffing out his chest like that'll fix it.]

I'm not uncomfortable! [Yes he is. He's also indignant now, though it doesn't last long. Neither does the puffed out chest, for that matter. The idea that he might only be eighteen causes it to sink almost a little sadly.]

...Yeah. I mean, I guess? It's supposed to be one of those things everyone goes through around that age, and I don't exactly remember much, but...I do remember awkwardness. [Like it ever left him in the first place, pfft.] I'm 23, though. For the record.

[Because that matters. Gosh.]

[John grins, amused. This guy is fun ~~to mess with~~. They should be friends.]

I'm 15. And at some point we should totally hang out without you looking like a robot. But for now, I think I hear some shuffling headed this way. You game to team up?

[He's also very easy to mess with. ...It's probably not good that a fifteen-year-old has figured this out, in hindsight.

Hearing that they should hang out sometime though, Wash smiles a little, semi-amused.]

Sure. As long as there are no zombies around at the time, we could do that.

[Nod nod.]

But yeah, teaming up was sort of what I had in mind anyway. Now that I know you have powers and everything, anyway. [Otherwise he would have just dragged John along and protected him, you know.

Realizing he should probably take the lead on this one though, despite not being too confident in his leadership abilities, he raises his rifle and nods in the direction of the shuffling.]

Think we might as well head them off?

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third day ok?

totally okay!

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oh no he broke him DX

lmao just a little bit! but it's wonderful

glad you aren't weirded out ffff

oh my god no I love it, don't even worry <3