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Who: Agent Washington and YOU!
Where: Around the mansion and grounds.
When: 3/20 to 3/27
Rating: PG-13 for now?
Summary: Wash gets himself into some situations with the new happenings around Wonderland.
The Story:

The Tower ;; 3/22

[Of all the new additions to the mansion and grounds, the tower was the one that had interested Wash the most. What was the point of it, he had to wonder? Wasn't the mansion enough the way it was, did they really need a tower too? Obviously, with how unnecessary it was, he has to investigate it.

Thoroughly.

It's a tall tower, and it takes him a good hour and a half to search through a fair portion of it. Although, as he finds himself standing on the staircase at one point, he realizes he's forgotten why he's searching around in the first place. This is Hogwarts, duh! He goes to school here, how could he even forget that?

Transfer student, that's what he is. ...Latecomer too, his letter got lost in the mail or something while he was a kid. That's why he was a space marine for a while, right? And...why he's so old compared to most of the other students? Yes, totally. This makes the most sense ever.

So, the newly realized Hufflepuff who's technically too old to be a student carries on his merry way, and can be found throughout the Hogwarts tower, maybe reading, maybe in class, or...maybe even trying to get his magical powers that he doesn't actually have to work.]

The Playground & elsewhere ;; 03/24-25

[Okay, so he hadn't played on the playground. He hadn't. He'd just...taken a seat on it for a while. That was all. It was finally a nice day outside, so sue him! ...And okay, maybe he'd wanted to get a closer look at the jungle-gym because he would have loved it as a kid, it was so ridiculous and tall and fun looking.

But he didn't play on it. Nope. Not at all.

It wasn't until he was leaving the area that he realized anything was wrong. The first sign was the fact that his armour was suddenly feeling a lot looser. It was hanging from him oddly, clanking around and everything like it wasn't fitting properly. Which obviously made no sense because the armor and the bodysuit both were made to his exact size.

With some investigation and tripping over himself and his armour, Wash makes it to his room and, in tugging everything off of himself, he realizes that he's...not him. Well, he is him, but he's him from like, highschool. Smaller, scrawnier, teenage-ier.

After an initial panic attack and flip out, he gets some clothes that actually fit him, and for the first time since his arrival in Wonderland, he isn't wearing a single bit of his armour. It's amazing.

In his young and awkward teenage form, made unrecognisable to most due to the complete lack of armour, Wash can be found throughout the mansions and the grounds, anywhere really! Most likely spending much of his time sitting around moping because he never wanted to be a teenager again, ugh.]

Outside the Diner ;; 03/26 ;; bodyswap with John

[So, okay, he'd thought they were done with these ridiculous things. He'd thought it'd be safe to have some lunch in the diner. How could that possibly go wrong, right? That's what he thought, but naturally, he was proven wrong.

Standing just outside the dining room, Wash is hit with the realization that he's suddenly shorter again. And... Uh. Where did his armour go, exactly? Looking down at himself only showed regular clothing, and he'd range that he was about at teen-height again. Goddammit, did the diner de-age you too?

Fuming silently, he folds his arms over his chest and huffs out an almost petulantly and refuses to move, refusing to believe that this is happening again.]

[ooc: teen!Wash replies will come from

washing. apologies for throwing another Logan Lerman face around but I'm also not, really. anyone is free to run into Wash wherever, on any of the days, even if we had no plans. c: ]

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[Martha had wanted to explore the tower for the very same reason as Washington. Because it's the largest addition to the mansion by far, and with such an impressive appearance, who wouldn't want to go take a look?

Which means that she also falls into the exact same trap, but unlike Washington, she's got it in her head that she's a professor here at Hogwarts.

After meeting James and his friends in Wonderland, she must have learned a thing or two about magical healing, and so here she is, enjoying a stint at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And who wouldn't want to take advantage of that opportunity?

She's convinced that she's got a class starting in just a minute or two, but no one's shown up yet. At least, not until someone walks in. He's a stranger to her, and he also looks too old to be a student.]

... Who are you? Is the class canceled?

[With the helmet off, Martha has no way of realizing that she already knows this person.]

[Oh, hey, he recognizes her! Martha! Upon seeing her, Wash smiles brightly, though it becomes more hesitant when she speaks. She doesn't recognize him... Right! Because he was wearing his helmet when they met, duh.]

I'm hoping not. I was looking forward to it.

[Seriously. He's always wanted to learn magic and now that he finally has the chance, he doesn't want to lose it because class is cancelled! ...Though it looks like he might be the only student enrolled in this one... Come to think of it, he's not even sure which class it is, but hell, any of them sound great to him.

Backtracking now though, Wash steps further into the room and points to himself, smiling a bit sheepishly.]

It's me, though. Washington? We met a while ago.

[As soon as Martha hears the voice, she's certain that she's heard it before. But his face is still drawing one large blank in her mind. She steps away from the desk where she'd been standing and approaches him, studying him more closely.

Until he clears it up for her, anyway.]

Oh, it's you! Didn't recognize you without... [She makes a motion in front of her face.]

So you made it to Hogwarts as well? I have to say, this is a place I always wanted to travel, even if it's not out in space somewhere.

[Even though it should be fictional. Clearly that's not the case, and she's just made her way to the version of Earth that has it.]

[He can't help but laugh a little when she finally recognizes him, smile quirking the corner of his mouth upward as he nods in understanding. Most people don't realize it's him when he's lacking armour, but then, a lot of them don't even think he has a face, so...]

Yeah, I guess I did. [He puffs up a little, proud of himself. Who cares if he's a ridiculously old student, it's Hogwarts.] Well, who doesn't want to go here, right? I mean, it's magic! I never had any experience with that where I'm from.

[And uh, he still isn't magic, but that hasn't managed to deter him yet! He's determined to get it working no matter how much time he has to put into it.]

I hadn't either, not until Wonderland.

[Then Martha had been up to her ears in magic, and most of it hadn't been good. At least here at Hogwarts things are structured.

The fact that Washington's still looking at her expectantly must mean he's a student of some kind, and seeing how no one else seems to be showing up, well, they may as well get started.

She hands him a textbook on magical healing. Where did that come from? Who knows. (A closet.)]

Out of curiosity... which House are you? [Isn't that the question everyone wants to ask? Martha herself is proud to be wearing red and gold.]

Same here. Well, obviously.

[And of course, it had been overwhelming. It still is, a lot of the time. It's hard to adjust to things that are so different and technically not possible where you're originally from.

When Martha hands him the book, Wash takes it with a little nod of thanks, and peers down at the cover. So maybe he hadn't been sure which class this was, but he's interested in learning it all! Magical healing though, this'll be useful. It's a good thing he's stopped in, he's decided.]

Oh! [Head snapping up, startled out of his train of thought, he wonders if he maybe should have started with that.]

Hufflepuff. [A faint flush crosses his cheeks, and his smile takes a sheepish turn. Not because he's embarrassed, exactly! Just because he has the feeling most would expect a space marine of all people to be a Gryffindor.] What about you, professor?

[Okay, maybe his smile takes a turn to something between teasing and amused there, but he promises he'll be a respectful student!]

[It's almost just as strange for Martha that she's a professor. Does she really have the qualifications for this? She must. They wouldn't have trusted her with a class otherwise.

Though she can't help but notice that the class seems to be nonexistent. It's almost as if she's had some joke made at her expense, but Washington is here, at least.]

Gryffindor! [Yes, she may be proud of that. Doesn't everyone want to be in that House?

Martha's always found that Hufflepuffs are underrated, though. Seeing how they're valued for their loyalty, it seems that they should be given far more credit.]

Now, we may as well have a seat and go over some of this...

[Aha! He totally thought she had a Gryffindor vibe about her, so when she confirms it, he can't help but smile and nod. Totally called it. He maybe wishes he was in the same house, but at the same time, Hufflepuff isn't so bad! A little plus is the yellow and black matches his yellow and grey armour pretty well.]

Right, yeah, that's probably a good idea.

[Considering it's the whole point of class and all. Nodding again, Wash steps further into the room with a somewhat awkwardly stiff little lilt to his walk. It just...feels sort of weird, to be the only student.

Taking a seat at a desk, he sets the textbook down and casts a quick, sweeping glance around the room.]

Is there really no one else joining us? I would have thought this would be a popular class.

[Everything about this feels a bit off, doesn't it? Washington is far too old to be a regular student, no one else is here. It's as if they've been left behind to handle all of this on their own. Which makes no sense.]

I wonder if it was canceled and I just wasn't told, somehow... I'll have to look into it later.

[Martha frowns and then moves over to take a seat at the desk next to Washington's. Seeing how there's only two of them, there isn't much point in lecturing from the front of the classroom.

She opens up the book to a random page and starts talking.] Right, well... there are a number of different healing spells, but potions are also used to cure ailments. Potions is its own class, of course...

That...could be it.

[But it doesn't make much sense, does it? To cancel a teacher's class without informing her? ...Or him, apparently, because he'd gotten no memo about any of his classes being cancelled.

Once Martha's seated next to him and she starts giving the lesson, Wash...tries to focus. He really does, because he's honestly interested, but he's still sort of...stuck on how weird this all is. Something almost doesn't feel right about it, in a way.]

You know... [He pauses, frowning apologetically for interrupting her. ...But it doesn't stop him from continuing.] I haven't really seen many people around today. At all. Do you think maybe something's going on? That sort of seems like the only explanation for how empty everything is...

[But what could even be going on, and how would they have not heard about it, too?]

[Martha could be offended that he's interrupting her when she's trying to teach him something, but she isn't able to deny the fact that this all just feels strange and it's making it hard for her to focus too.

Maybe something is going on. News tends to move fast around Hogwarts, but who knows? It's possible that they've missed something and that's what kept all of her students from showing up today.

She slams the book shut and pushes it aside, standing up soon after.]

Shall we go look for ourselves, then? We can always come back here if we don't find anything.

[While he'd been searching for a reaction similar to his own curiosity, and hoping that she doesn't end up offended, the reaction he actually ends up getting manages to surprise him.

Blinking, he tips his head back to peer up at her as she stands. She has a very take charge attitude, he's learning, but that's good. He likes it. He's always been better at following people like that than leading on his own, anyway.]

Yeah, might be an idea. [Nodding, Wash stands from his seat as well, facing Martha.] We might at least get an idea of why everything's so quiet. I don't think I can focus without at least checking it out, to be honest.

[A take charge attitude is what makes a Gryffindor a Gryffindor. Martha's never been able to shy away from dangerous situations, even though there's a logical part of her brain that very much tries to argue its point.]

Same here. [They'll investigate and then get back to work. Martha's convinced they can have it both ways.] Let's go.

[She leads them out of the classroom, but the hallways are just as deserted, save for the moving paintings on the walls. Martha doesn't think she'll ever get tired of wandering through the expansive halls of Hogwarts.]

[It makes sense that they get along then, with her take charge attitude--Wash is very much used to following people like that. He feels more comfortable around people with such an attitude, even.

Glad to hear she feels the same about the inability to focus until they do some investigating, Wash nods eagerly and slips out of his chair. He follows quickly on her heels and, as they exit into the halls, his eyes instantly start to dart about.

There doesn't seem to be any sign of anyone at all, much less one of where they might have all gone. It's weird. Even sort of creepy. People don't just vanish, right? Well... In Wonderland, yeah, they do from time to time, but at Hogwarts?]

It just doesn't feel right. [Unable to keep the comment to himself as they walk, he shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing worriedly.] I don't really know what, but something feels kind of off. The fact that it seems like we're the only people here only makes it worse.

[It is starting to feel eerie. This is how it always goes for her, though. The Doctor would take her somewhere and it would be brilliant at first, until people started disappearing or acting oddly, and then they had a job on their hands.]

Well, this place should be bustling. Something's not right. Let's check the Great Hall.

[If there's going to be any sign of what's going on, they would probably be able to find it there. And if not, well, they'll just have to leave the building and maybe even search the Forbidden Forest.

She's a professor, it's completely allowed, even if she does have a student with her. And so Martha starts on her way down the stairs, although she has to pause when they start shifting around in front of her, like an Escher piece. That's right, that is how this place works, isn't it?]

[Who made his cereal so. Science fictiony? Wh-- why can he suddenly see a HUD on everything why is he wearing gloves the ceREAL CAN'T GET INTO HIS MOUTH WHY IS HIS BODY SO HEAVY IS HE HAVING A STROKE?!?!

John, in a panic and also crazy advanced armor, stumbles out of the diner, movements awkward and-- and definitely on the ground. He can't fly. He can't fly or windy thing and there's something ON HIS HEAD AND--

And.

That's his body. Over there. Magic PJ's and all.

John slumps Washington's body into an adolescent slouch, sighing.]

So. Guess this is a thing, huh? I'm assuming that's you in there, Washington? Unless this fucked with other people too, uh, in which case. Maybe just. Don't move. Or breathe. Because my powers could seriously fuck you up if you aren't careful.

[Concussions: not fun.]

[Uh. Okay. That is himself coming out of the diner and looking at him.

This is it. Wonderland has officially made him crack. He's gone crazy and he's...seeing himself. Huh. He'd never thought he was that vain.

And then he's talking to himself. Or something? It gets more confusing when his body is asking if he's him, and talking about people getting fucked with, and... Okay, what is going on here.]

Yeah, I'm Wash...

[His answer is a little wary as he squints up at himself, almost looking suspicious. Were people bodysnatching now??? Not cool.

And wait, what was that warning about powers and fucking him up? Taking the heed with a spread of panic through his chest whether he knows what the fuck is happening or not, Wash does his best impression of a statue and holds his breath.

...Until he has to speak.]

Okay, I'm going to need an explanation. If I'm me but you're me, who are you? [That makes sense. Totally.] Also, what powers, and how do I not breathe to avoid fucking myself up?

Oh good, it is you. [That is WAY less complicated.]

I'm John! Remember, the guy with windy powers? So, uh. That's where the breathing comes in, but. I think you should be okay? Like, the thing that I'd think people would have trouble with is kickback, and you're like. Used to shooting guns so. Just don't overdo it, I guess?

[It's not like he ever got a manual for how they worked himself, so Wash is just as bad off as he ever was.]

...And uh, I guess I should ask which buttons I shouldn't push? [He looks down at the armor, really not sure what to make of actually wearing it as compared to just holding a controller that moves it around.]

John?

[Looking down at himself again, patting his hands over the body he's now in and then through the tangle of black hair on his head, he realizes that his body is right. Er--John is right. Or something. He's in the kid's body.]

Don't overdo breathing? So what, just...don't breathe too hard or hyperventilate or anything? [The latter which he's already close to doing because what the fuck is going on and how did they switch bodies? And sure, he's used to kickback on guns, but not on his freaking breathing.

Still, he tries to take slow, careful breaths, and tries not to panic. Despite really wanting to panic.]

Oh, uhm... You should be okay as long as you don't press any of the buttons? [He sounds super certain.] It's not like you should really need to. I don't think. ...Just be careful with it.

[This is a disastrous situation they've gotten into, he knows it. He's stuck in a fifteen-year-old body that he has to worry about his breathing in, and there's a fifteen-year-old in his body in his power armour. No, this is going to end super well.]

[John puts his hands up, sort of more or less indicating that yeah maybe hyperventilating is not the way to go.] It just-- it might take a while for you to be able to feel how it works, and like. You don't realize how much air you move when you breathe until you can throw yourself across the room with a heavy sigh, that's all.

[He gives a lighthearted shrug and glances over his own body. He's definitely gonna get the helmet off at least-- it's super weird that he's never seen Wash's face. This is sort of the perfect opportunity for that. The rest, eh. Depends on how pervy he is feeling. Unless that's creepy.

...

No, that's totally creepy, he won't do that. Speaking of things he isn't going to touch:]

So, uh, then I should probably. Put this gun down.

[Guns are Jade's thing, not his.]

...You're kidding, right? That's an exaggeration?

[Please let that be a mean joke because god, what if he forgets and sighs, what if he gives himself a concussion. He's never had to watch his breathing before! This is going to be...a really big challenge.

~~John please don't check out his junk, that's totally creepy.~~ If John wants to take the helmet off, Wash is okay with that, but when his attention is called to the gun... He maybe takes a half-step back. This is exactly why he should not swap bodies with a teenager. Or a child. Hell, with anyone. Please let this happen never again.]

Uhm. Yeah, that's probably a good idea. [Nodding nodding, lots of nodding.] I don't think we need this to end up any messier than it already is.

[John hesitates. He actually isn't sure if it's an exaggeration. He only knows how he handled things, and it might be harder or easier for other people. Probably harder, since they'd probably have different titles if they had played Sburb themselves...] Just, uh. Try to stay calm? I never got a manual or anything so I can't really be sure how it works, just how I worked it, y'know?

[~~He already decided it's creepy, geez!~~ John nods back once and, carefully, lays the gun on the ground. He has no idea where to start with unloading it or putting the safety on, so he just hopes putting it off to the side of the hall is enough, for now. Hopefully no crazies come up and swipe it.]

Uh. So. I didn't hear about this one. How long do you think it'll last?

Okay. Yeah-- Yeah, sure. Calm. I can do that.

[Just. Have to keep in mind that taking deep, calming breaths might be a bad idea. Which makes calming himself down more of a challenge than it would normally be.

Pursing his lips and doing his best to just take normal breaths and trying to hold onto that calm feeling that really wants to flip the fuck out right now, Wash watches as John sets the gun down. If they're staying here, that's fine, leave it on the ground, but if they're going anywhere, no way is he leaving it there for someone to take. He takes care of his equipment, dammit.]

I don't know, I haven't heard about it, either. Hopefully not too long, though? [Frowning now.] Shouldn't be more than a day, I think. That was about how long everything else lasted for me, anyway.

[John raises an eyebrow. Inside the helmet. Which nobody can see into. Uh.]

What else have you gotten yourself into? I mean, I was a whaledolphinthing for a while, but that wasn't so bad, really.

[...Does he have to answer? It's kind of embarrassing, even if he's pretty sure some people have gotten into worse...]

Uh. Well, I thought I was a student at Hogwarts for a while. And then I was a teenager again... [He hadn't even heard becoming a merthing was possible, but he does think his were maybe better. ...Or, mildly less awkward, anyway.] ...It was all kind of stupid. I should have thought to avoid more of the new additions to the mansion after those...

[RESISTING THE URGE TO SIGH. He still doesn't want a concussion, but he's definitely not impressed with this whole bodyswap thing.]

[ clarisse probably spent way too much time at the playground, but she wanted to find as many ways up to the platform as she could! it was fun and it's been a while since she really had a lot of fun. camp is fun, but... not in the same way.

she's heading back to her room (not that she really knows it's her room, she just knows she should go there) when she runs into wash. wash, who she recognizes, but as someone else she thinks she knows. does she know him? he looks familiar! but she can't place it... she's only eight years old, after all, and she doesn't have many friends. ]

Hey! I know you! I think.

[ ooc | rolling with bitty clarisse only sort of recognizes people she's met in wonderland but i can change it if that's not okay! ]

[The shout of 'hey' in the hallway catches Wash's attention immediately. Glancing back over his shoulder, even though he's not expecting it to be directed at him, he spots the little girl who just called out. And she's...looking at him. Talking to him.

Coming to a stop altogether, he turns around to face her, a curious look on his face.]

Me? [He has to question it, because she doesn't look familiar at all. But then, it's probably the effects of that damn playground that got him, too... Even so, it leaves him at a blank for who she might be, but it does at least seem possible that she could know him.] I might know you, too. ...Maybe. What's your name?

[ooc: it works just fine for me! <3]

[ she crosses her arms and puffs out her chest proudly. she stands as tall as she can and proclaims — ]

I'm Clarisse!

[ she narrows her eyes at him, suddenly realizing who it is she recognizes, and then she points accusingly at his face. ]

And you're Percy! Stupid Percy!

[ and... she might have just kicked him in the shins. sorry about that, wash. ]

[Aha! Clarisse! That makes sense then, he does know her. It makes him smile a little now that he can recognize her, and he goes on to speak, but the words quickly disappear as there's suddenly a sharp pain in his shin.]

Ow! [Stumbling back a few steps in surprise, he stares at her with wide eyes.] What the hell was that f-- I'm not Percy!

[He doesn't even know who that is, geez. And wow, for such a small kid, she has a wicked strong kick, holy shit. Later, it'll make him more curious about sparring with her once she's back to normal, but for right now? Well, right now he's just baffled.]

It's me, Wash! I just got aged down or whatever like you apparently have.

[ she frowns hard at him with the most intense pout he's probably ever seen. the name wash sounds... kind of familiar, but she still doesn't know who that is. ]

Why is your name Wash? Do you wash things? I bet you do, because you have Percy's face and he has stupid water powers.

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Outside the Diner ;; Bodyswap with Wash!

this is going to be a disaster. I can't wait

heehehehehehehehe

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TEEN WASH LET'S GO sorry i'm so late ahfhsdlgk

it's totally okay, don't even worry <3

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