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home sweet home? (closed)

Who: Leonard Church and Agents Washington, Texas, and Maine
What: Meetings, reunions, and definitely no awkwardness.
When: shortly after the April intro log
Where: Islet #4, Cottage #3
Warnings: canon typical language

[ What's better than a group of space marines with lots of interpersonal baggage? Plucking them all from different points in time, then shoving them in the same house and seeing what happens.

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[ Maine's eyebrows climb higher as Church describes his team. The Freelancer has never bothered to get to know any Sims; from the sound of it, that's been a solid decision. ]

Hmm.

[ A low grunt of acknowledgment. Because really, what is there to say to all that? It sounds awful.

With a little gesture to their surroundings: ]

Nice break.

[ From all of those Blue Team issues. ]

Ha, yeah, you can say that again.

I mean. Kind of. I mean...I was actually reassigned away from them for kindofoverayear so once I met back up with--the dumb one, anyway, and the Reds, oh, I haven't even started on the Reds! [Change of topic before he admits to missing anyone he definitely doesn't miss at all nope!] The hyper-patriotic old geezer who comes up with really overelaborate plans, the kiss-ass nerdlord, the laziest shit you have ever met, and...Donut. [lbh donut's in a special category all his own]

[ That is not at all a subtle change of topic, but know what? Maine's all about lack of subtlety. He goes along with it, mildly curious that Church seems to know so much about the opposing team. Aren't they supposed to be at "war"?

Then comes "Donut," and Maine blinks. ]

"Donut." [ He tilts his head, incredulous. ] A name?

[ Generally speaking, Maine doesn't feel sympathy often. But damn, what poor son of a bitch got saddled with that as a name? ]

Legit honest to god 100% his name. Franklin Delano Donut. Poor bastard. He's very...he's...kinda like... [How does one describe Donut?] He's kind of like Tucker's polar opposite? Where Tucker is the ladies man who takes anything that sounds vaguely sexual and adds 'bow chicka bow wow' to it, Donut is...the, uh...effeminate man who stumbles into innuendo probably on accident. I mean, he doesn't want to admit to doing it on purpose, but if it is all an accident, it's a real impressive one. His armor's pink.

Sorry. It's lightish red.

[ Church certainly wasn't kidding about being chatty. While Maine might find it annoying with someone else, he gives his amnesiac teammate — that is, after all, what he considers Church to be — his full attention. Snorts his amusement at "lightish red," then brings a big hand up to rub at his (unfortunately still itchy) jawline.

Speaking of ridiculous armor colors: ]

Two purple teammates. Green accents. Specialty's stealth.

[ Said with a roll of his eyes. Who puts a stealth duo in purple and green? North's armor might make sense in dark environments, but South's? South's is just flashy. ]

Edited 2019-04-23 04:44 (UTC)

Coulda been worse. Coulda given your sniper white armor. Oh wait. [Who picked these colors, who made these choices??] Wait--who puts purple and green together anyway? What an eyesore. At least with you, you're meant to stand out, big guy. Wash has his danger yellow stripes like a bumblebee, Tex doesn't even need to be in black with her camo unit

[ Maine's expression brightens a bit at the mention of a sniper in white. Does that mean Church knows Wyoming? But he's quickly distracted by the mention of Texas' camo unit.

Texas didn't use camo during their match. But Maine's positive that she was using something. How else could she have been so strong? How many armor modifications does she have?

Putting that question aside, Maine shrugs. ]

Never met designers.

[ Of their armor, he means. He'd certainly like to — it's fascinating to Maine — but it's all highly classified. ]

[He could talk about the Freelancers he knows of, even the ones he's met. Really, Wyoming's the only big deal. Maine wouldn't know, would he? About Wyoming's death(s). He was busy being the Meta at the time. It's a good thing Church has no face, or he'd probably have given away that he knows more than what he's saying with just a look.

Wash's job to explain the Meta thing, far as he's concerned.]

Yeah, well, if you ever do, you can tell 'em to pick a better color scheme. Purple and green, god. [Means North had the same as South's. Delta's words on the twins being something of an experiment unto themselves ring in his ear.] Next you'll be telling me someone was neon green and fuchsia, or gold and cyan.

[ Maine blinks. Those are … remarkably accurate guesses. Or maybe Church remembers something? He tilts his head slightly, looking curious as he answers: ]

One gold. One cyan.

[ Or whatever Carolina's armor color is called. ]

Like one that's gold and cyan or are we talking two different people in solid colors? Cuz solid colors, y'know, okay cool, that's fine. Tucker's aqua. Or. Teal? Or maybe that's cyan.

Two people. [ Then Maine makes a face and scratches his chin, thinking. ] Aqua, cyan…

[ He shrugs and waves a hand. Some color like that.

The scratching at his chin has reminded him: ]

Any extra razors?

[ With a gesture at the cottage in general. ]

...Oh! Actually. Hold that thought. [Church momentarily disappeared into his area, rummaging in his knapsack, and emerged a short time later with...a razor.] Came in my bag, and I don't exactly need one. If I start growing hair, I'm gonna have enough problems figuring out how the fuck I turned into a werewolf.

[ At the sight of the razor, Maine immediately brightens. He takes it with a smile and a pleased hum. ]

Thanks.

[ From the way he's holding it, the razor might as well be a precious artifact to Maine. But he returns his gaze to Church quickly, looking curious. ]

Robot?

[ That's asked with a nod to Church's body — revealing that Maine's well aware that Church isn't human. ]

Suuuuper robot. [He knocks on his helmet.] Good thing we had a bunch laying around Blue and Red bases. Really don't wanna lose this one, though.

[ The Freelancer frowns and nods. He has no idea why Sim bases would have robots laying around, but it is what it is. ]

Need maintenance?

I...no? No. Pretty sure no. It's gotta be no, because if it was yes, this thing woulda broken down ages ago.

Though I guess here, I gotta take a catnap by the magic water to recharge. So. 's kinda like maintenance.

Why, you wanna get all up inside me? At least buy me a drink first.

[ That gets a genuinely startled look before Maine huffs out a laugh. It's a quiet thing, closer to a harsh exhale than full-blown laughter, but his amusement is plain.

Shaking his head, Maine gestures to Church's robotic body. ]

Can't drink.

[ It's said in a teasing tone and followed by a sigh that says, "What a shame!" ]

Huh, you're right. Guess you'll just have to buy me a drink and then drink it yourself. How terrible. Just awful, the work you'd have to put in. Whatever will you do.

[ Maine laughs again. This time, his amused smile lingers. ]

Backbreaking work. Exacting.

I'm a lotta work, but I'm totally worth it.

[Fingerguns. He's definitely fingerguns-ing. Because he's a fucking dork like that.]

[ To say that Church isn't what Maine expected would be an understatement. But, as his amused smile widens a touch, Maine decides that he likes the guy.

The big Freelancer hums a vague sort of agreement, then he gestures with the razor. ]

Break it in.

[ Meaning: he's gonna go shave this awful stubble. ]

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