Let's hope, anyway. It'd be just our luck if the things can materialize through walls, or something.
[Not that he's trying to jinx them, or anything. His brain just likes to dig up a lot of the negative possibilities in bad situations and let him worry about them the entire time. And Weeping Angels being able to get to them even with the door closed, locked, and barricaded is definitely worst-case scenario.
Glad to have Adam's agreement on the case though, Wash returns the nod and immediately gets to tugging the desk away from the wall and slowly shoving it toward the door. It makes a horrible screeching noise against the metal flooring, but thankfully the last thing they have to worry about right now is being quiet. ...He thinks. Hopes.
Once the desk is successfully wedged against the door in a way that should keep anyone and everything out until this awful event is over, Wash slumps against it with a sigh. He still feels on edge, worrying about that whole materializing thing, but there's some semblance of safety now, at least. Something between them and the creepy angels.
Stepping back, taking a moment to tug off his helmet now because he's been informed it can be unsettling to be around a guy and never see his face, he glances over to see how Adam's doing.]
Please tell me you're actually getting mirrors out of there, and not...whatever Wonderland might find it funny to give you instead.
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[Not that he's trying to jinx them, or anything. His brain just likes to dig up a lot of the negative possibilities in bad situations and let him worry about them the entire time. And Weeping Angels being able to get to them even with the door closed, locked, and barricaded is definitely worst-case scenario.
Glad to have Adam's agreement on the case though, Wash returns the nod and immediately gets to tugging the desk away from the wall and slowly shoving it toward the door. It makes a horrible screeching noise against the metal flooring, but thankfully the last thing they have to worry about right now is being quiet. ...He thinks. Hopes.
Once the desk is successfully wedged against the door in a way that should keep anyone and everything out until this awful event is over, Wash slumps against it with a sigh. He still feels on edge, worrying about that whole materializing thing, but there's some semblance of safety now, at least. Something between them and the creepy angels.
Stepping back, taking a moment to tug off his helmet now because he's been informed it can be unsettling to be around a guy and never see his face, he glances over to see how Adam's doing.]
Please tell me you're actually getting mirrors out of there, and not...whatever Wonderland might find it funny to give you instead.