home sweet home? (closed)

[bloodbathing]

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.

MINGLE POST. Make your own top-levels, tag around, go nuts. ]

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[counterblows]

You're a menace.

[It's a declaration without venom and without sting. It curls up underneath his chest: you're a menace.]

[Don't think about it. Don't think about it the context of what will be. Only what is.]

In all seriousness, though. If you...need someplace to stay, this place has four rooms. Church is in one, and I'm in another, and Tex might live here, but that'd leave one for you.

If you wanted it.

[bloodbathing]

[ Wash's declaration makes Maine look decidedly smug. He doesn't connect it to how dangerous he is or to the fact that his presence alone is often menacing. He's just proud of this plan he's concocted. One that he fully intends to unleash by following his friend around on Halloween.

Enjoy the months of no togas while they last, Wash. Maine won't forget this.

When his teammate offers him a room, Maine doesn't hesitate. He nods, agreeing at once. ]

Thanks.

[ Things may be strange and their times may be unaligned, but Wash is still Maine's friend. Church may not remember him, and Texas may be … Texas, but they're still Maine's teammates. Of course he'll stay. ]

[counterblows]

[Sincerity is dangerous; he's too afraid that he might tip himself over into spilling too much about what happens, and what will happen (what shouldn't happen) (what he can keep from happening?) so letting the world sink back into levity - that's easiest, and that's best.]

Even if you're a big jerk.

[bloodbathing]

[ With an amused snort, Maine rolls his eyes at his friend. ]

Missed me.

[ Naturally, Maine only means that Wash missed him here.

After cracking his neck, the big Freelancer jerks his chin towards the front door. ]

Look for logs.

[ He raises his eyebrows at Wash in a silent invitation: "Wanna join?" ]

[counterblows]

Yeah.

[Yeah. He did. Saying too much would suggest that it's been longer than it really has, which will raise questions he doesn't want to raise, which will lead to explanations he doesn't want to give. It's easier with Maine, who doesn't push the point unless it's important, or he thinks it'll genuinely affect a mission outcome.]

[It's not as easy with Church, who doesn't know all that he knows and doesn't, and who Wash forgets how much he knows and doesn't.]

[But who wants to dwell on that? Why make things weird?]

Yeah, okay. Might as well get started early.

[bloodbathing]

[ As far as Maine's concerned, there's no point in pushing for more information. He knows what he needs to know; anything that's not mission-essential can be filled in over time, if necessary. The important thing is that he's here now. He has his teammate's back.

Pleased with Wash's answer, Maine moves to retrieve their helmets before they head outside. No point wearing climate controlled armor if their heads are exposed, right? After handing Wash's over, Maine secures his own and shoots Wash a thumbs up.

Time to start building a gym! ]