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entrancelogs2016-07-22 02:53 am
beforeblue) wrote in entrancelogs2016-07-22 02:53 am
Fragments | Open
Who: Agent Washington and You!
Where: The gym, the bar, the grounds
When: Post-event
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wash is not coping well after encountering Epsilon
The Story:
The Gym/Training Rooms
[If Wash was dedicated about training before, he's bordering on obsessive now. He heads into the training rooms and fiddles with the equipment until he's got a setting that presents a suitable challenge. He has to keep going. It keeps him occupied. Keeps him from thinking too much so he can almost drown out the parts of his mind he doesn't want to acknowledge.
By later in the day though, it's obvious that he's struggling. Slowing down, missing hits that he should have been capable of, taking hits that he should have been able to dodge. Weeks of barely sleeping, of pushing himself to the limit, finally catching up.]
The Bar
[There is a sullen determination to his visits to the bar. He is a man with a purpose when he heads in, and the only reason he's drinking there instead of in his room is because it feels slightly less wrong. Plausible deniability, right?]
The grounds
[His morning runs are the most relaxing time, a routine he sticks to unflaggingly. Helps him to blow off the last remnants of whatever nightmare he'd had. He feels almost normal. He stretches outside the mansion, standing on the steps and watching the morning sun spread across the land. He stands there for a few minutes, letting the sun warm him before he heads out for his run.]
Where: The gym, the bar, the grounds
When: Post-event
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wash is not coping well after encountering Epsilon
The Story:
The Gym/Training Rooms
[If Wash was dedicated about training before, he's bordering on obsessive now. He heads into the training rooms and fiddles with the equipment until he's got a setting that presents a suitable challenge. He has to keep going. It keeps him occupied. Keeps him from thinking too much so he can almost drown out the parts of his mind he doesn't want to acknowledge.
By later in the day though, it's obvious that he's struggling. Slowing down, missing hits that he should have been capable of, taking hits that he should have been able to dodge. Weeks of barely sleeping, of pushing himself to the limit, finally catching up.]
The Bar
[There is a sullen determination to his visits to the bar. He is a man with a purpose when he heads in, and the only reason he's drinking there instead of in his room is because it feels slightly less wrong. Plausible deniability, right?]
The grounds
[His morning runs are the most relaxing time, a routine he sticks to unflaggingly. Helps him to blow off the last remnants of whatever nightmare he'd had. He feels almost normal. He stretches outside the mansion, standing on the steps and watching the morning sun spread across the land. He stands there for a few minutes, letting the sun warm him before he heads out for his run.]
no subject
He gives the bottle of Legacy White Shear a nudge in Wash's direction.]
Try it, if you want to.
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[No recognition, he doesn't think. There's people here from so many places there's no reason anyone should recognise an Earth state.
He takes the bottle when it's offered and pours himself a shot. It even smells strong. This one he sips. It makes him gasp.]
Holy fuck, I think the closet lied and just gave you paint stripper. Maybe rocket fuel.
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Rocket fuel?
[The word is a strange one. He lifts both eyebrows for a moment.]
What is a 'rocket'?
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A rocket is... it's a vehicle people used to use to go into space. You attach tanks of explosive fuel to a cylinder and when it's ignited, it pushes the cylinder through the atmosphere and into space.
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And it's only partly because he's drunker than his father on a feast day.]
Into.. Into space. [He makes a small upwards gesture with one finger.] Surely that's impossible.
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No. it's quite possible. The time I'm from, humans have colonised a whole bunch of planets.