entrancelogs | I make good life choices [Open]

Entry tags:

I make good life choices [Open]

Who: Epsilon

memory_unlocked and you
Where: The bar
When: July 3rd.
Rating: Going with R for language
Summary: Obviously the first thing you do when you get a human body? Is go drink yourself into unconsciousness, yep.
The Story:

So waking up in a new room was weird, definitely, but after all the time spent as a mobile AI, the weirdest part for him is how big he actually feels.

Also pain, that's not exactly fun either but he's experienced that before, even experienced a body in the memory unit.

Kind of, but this one feels different somehow. Maybe knowing this one is actually real and not some construct that can't actually die. Epsilon also kind of neglected to tell anyone he was doing this so that's a conversation he's not looking forward to having.

So avoiding Carolina for a while?

Definitely a thing.

Which is all well and good except his first stop is the bar, because like hell he's going to pass up the chance to drink.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Of course he recognizes Wash and Carolina is going to kill him for... Wait..

That's weird. Why was Carolina so insistent on keeping them apart?

And then Wash is leaning against the bar and speaking to him. Not like he can really do anything else now.

"Yeah. Good to know." Church slides off the stool to get himself a glass and then stared at the bottles for a moment before picking one at random. How bad could it be?

That voice. He goes still for a moment, trying to place it. He feels like he should know it. But he can't remember it. Maybe it's just similar to something he's heard before. He's met a lot of people, and more since being here.

"Not like anyone has a real job here." No money. People just liked to fill their time. He watches as the guy picks up a bottle of something violently blue. Wash grabs a bottle of vodka and pours himself a glass.

"I noticed, yeah." He eyed the bottle before pouring some of the contents into the glass and taking a cautious drink. And then making a face before he forced the rest of it down.

"What the hell is that shit?"

That expression makes Wash snort with laughter. "Hell if I know," he says, and downs a shot of his vodka and manages it without sputtering or looking like he's gonna throw up. "That's what you get for choosing something weird coloured."

Shut up, Wash, seriously. Epsilon snags the bottle of vodka and pours some of it in his glass because if Wash is drinking it, it's gotta taste okay. And it's definitely better than whatever the fuck he'd just tried.

"..Ugh, okay, maybe I should let someone else pick for me in the future, at least until I figure out what's good."

Wash would protest, but after the blue stuff, he's kind of curious to see the reaction that neat vodka gets from the guy. "Not a big drinker, huh?"

"Technically it's my first time." Which Wash would know, but the asshole doesn't remember him, not yet.

"So we'll see." The vodka has him coughing once but it's still better than whatever that blue shit was.

"Seriously?" That's surprising. He thought everyone had got drunk once by the age this guy looks. Or maybe that's just because he's used to being around marines.

He can't help but laugh when the vodka makes him cough. "Yeah, it does that. Takes a while to get used to. Maybe you should try Tequila shots though, for a truly memorable first hangover."

"Not looking to get quite that drunk. Carolina would kill me if I ...." Drinking was clearly a bad idea if he was forgetting this shit this quickly.

"So anyway..."

It goes, in a second, from amusing to leaving him deathly cold. His hand clenches on the glass. There could be more than one Carolina here, right? But the way the guy changes the subject is more than a little suspicious.

"You know Carolina? She'd kill you if what?"

"If I drank that much, probably." Because she had Tex's temper but with none of the quick ways of diverting it from actively kicking his ass from one end of the mansion to the other.

And she was going to kick his ass for this, he knew that, but he couldn't for the life of him remember why.

"Who the hell are you?" Wash asks, his entire demeanour changing when faced with this man. That sense of familiarity is growing but he still can't place it. it's just enough to unnerve him.

"Call me Church, everyone else does." Because the other name? Not getting dropped around Wash.

"I met Carolina a while back. Worked with her for a while."

He is so glad he isn't drinking right now, because he would choke. "Of course it is," he says, turning to give himself room to down the guy if he needs to move, while keeping it, mostly, looking like he's just leaning against the bar. "What a coincidence."

Christ, he should have left as soon as Wash sat down and right now? He does not want to deal with this. Epsilon slides off the stool, glances at him for a moment.

"I'm going to go now, okay? I was never actually here, you didn't see me.

And if I can help it, you won't see me again."

He isn't getting away that easily. He knows something. He knows too much. And in combination with that name and knowing Carolina and the nagging sense of familiarity...

Wash reaches out and grabs his wrist hard. "Who the fuck are you?"

The hold on his wrist catches him off guard and he stops, staring down at it for a moment before trying to pull free. "Leonard Church, dumbass, I told you already.

How many times do I have to actually give you my name before you listen?"

His grip only tightens, digging into his wrist. "I am listening. You're just fucking lying. You think I don't recognise that fucking name? But you sure as hell aren't the same person."

"Yeah, I'm not the Director, jackass, but it's still my name. Has been for years. So let me go and you'll get your answers, but I need to do something first." Christ, Carolina was going to kill him six ways from Sunday.

"Just give me five minutes."

His grip doesn't loosen any, not at first. At least he wasn't pretending that he didn't know who the Director was. That would have been too far.

"Fine," he says, releasing him. "But don't think I can't find you again if you run."

"I'm not going to run, I'm just going to call Carolina to come down." To at least maybe keep Wash from trying to kill him and help explain things.

Because seriously, this is going to require help.

And a lot of alcohol.

"Why the hell does Carolina need to be here?" He's still not quite comfortable around her and her cryptic future bullshit. He doesn't like it.

Carolina needs to be here because otherwise someone will probably end up dead. And it'll almost definitely be Epsilon.

Getting the call with little to no explanation, Carolina wastes no time in getting down to the bar. It's possible Epsilon could have called her for something entirely ridiculous, but she's been worried because she hasn't heard anything from him for most of the day. She's anxious enough to be there in no time.

And the situation she encounters is not one she's prepared for.

Upon entering the bar, her eyes are searching for a familiar blue glow of a familiar little hologram, given she has no idea just what Epsilon has done. When she sees no sign of him, Carolina frowns, but quickly finds herself distracted when she catches sight of a frustrated looking Wash. Is... this what Epsilon sent her here for? Lost, and mildly frustrated now herself because of it, the ex-Freelancer makes her approach, attention fixed solely on Wash, and not so much on the guy near him who she doesn't recognize.

"...Wash? What's going on here?"

He hasn't taken his eyes off the man claiming to be Leonard Church by the time that Carolina arrives. Even when she walks in, he spares her only a scant glance before turning back to the guy, like he's worried that he's going to bolt at any second. He won't let that happen. He isn't going to let him try to escape, to pretend he's said nothing wrong.

He jerks his head towards him when Carolina asks, his expression harsh. "That asshole is claiming his name is Leonard Church. Says that he knows you."

That's more than enough answer to realize that something bad is going on here. Blinking, Carolina follows Wash's line of sight until her gaze is on the unfamiliar man. And yet, even in being unfamiliar, there's something almost familiar about him. The longer she looks at him, the more small similarities she picks up on between him and... Well. Her father.

"...Church?" She asks after a brief moment of studying him, brow furrowing. It doesn't make any sense though. Epsilon isn't human, doesn't have a physical body. Wonderland is weird, sure, but can it make an AI into a human being? And if it can, why has it waited this long to do that? Whatever the case is here, if this really is Epsilon, he's got a lot of explaining to do. How he wound up like this, and why the hell he's with Wash. "What. The hell."

Translated, that essentially means: explain yourself now.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject