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Church wasn't exactly the most patient of individuals. Especially after being sent out here to live on a base alone for bullshit reasons after everything he'd been through. So he finds the ride out to be fucking aggravating as hell. Every little bump irritates the shit out of him, and he's not content until he's left alone by the pilot who drops him off. Even then, he's kind of irritable for a while, until it occurs to him: there's no one here.

It's the best day of his life.

He spends most of his time not thinking about the things that have happened—very pointedly—especially not Tex's death in that plane, caused by that piece of shit Red sergeant asshole. Thinking about that only serves to depress him, and he needs to just stay away from that topic, at least for a while.

After spending, oh, about a week in bed, Church starts patrols. He patrols the wall, the guard turret, the yard, the base itself, the wall again... Well, there's not that much to this base, it turns out. But it's enough to keep him busy, he figures.

team_player

Who: North (Martienne) and South (Krakatau)
What: On The Run
When: Six months after crash of the MoI

( And the fear that you hide and what that fear brings )

bothbarrels

North's facing off with his sister when he realizes it. South's not going to be persuaded to switch sides with him. And Wash—Wash has been left behind, helpless, disoriented, and without any clue what's transpiring as the ship goes down. North reluctantly leaves his sister behind and as the ship loses gravity he pushes himself off the walls, diving forward to get back to the medical ward, and finds himself tumbling downward as the ship goes down.

Gravity kicks in, and he quits floating, making a jarring landing outside the recovery ward door. "Wash?" he calls, entering the room with caution.

logicunlocked

It hadn't been long since Delta had been implanted. He was still getting used to sharing a mind, still getting used to having another voice present in his head, and he made the decision not to pull the AI as he strove to get used to the sensation. It affected things, of course, but he tried not to let it intrude on anything, whether it was training, or socializing during down time.

Carolina helped him get through it, of course. She took things like that upon herself. They'd never quite cemented a relationship after their run-in at the nightclub, but there had always been something between them. She allowed him to tease her and teased right back with no hesitation, so any occasion when they found themselves talking late into the night like this was really nothing out of the ordinary. He walked with her back to her quarters, leaned against the jamb, and gestured with one arm as he spoke.

"Here's the crazy thing," he said, continuing their discussion of the changes he'd experienced with the AI. "I'm getting used to the whole idea of, not so much never having any privacy, but the idea that he's a part of that. I don't know if that describes it very well."

logicunlocked

The job had been easy, at least for the two of them, and now they were ahead of schedule. Extraction was scheduled for the next morning and they were supposed to maintain radio silence in the meantime. So they found an old barracks there on the planet and settled in for the night, their quarry set aside until it was time to make it to the LZ next morning.

"Time to make do, I guess," York said, looking around the sparse room. There was a footlocker and a cot, and little else.

agentdork

[ He and Delta have been on the run for a few years now- long enough for him to get used to it, long enough for him to grow resigned that maybe it's just them, maybe things didn't turn out exactly like he'd wanted. They're still alive, though, and he tells himself that's something. That's something to look forward to. For the longest time, it is. It's just the two of them, just he and Delta and every so often they stop on a planet for a longer period of time, just to get around, meet some people.

Delta insists on it, anymore, after watching York fall into a depressive slump, and he insists on them stopping every so often, on York getting real, human contact, going out to dinner, doing something to take care of himself.

It's how they hear rumors of people passing through the outskirts of town-- purple armor. York takes note of it, has Delta check the radios and the comms once they're holed up in a hotel for the week, and after getting an idea of where they might be, he goes looking, hopeful. ]

jackoftrumps

It had been a little while since his conversation with Agent Texas. He'd been given a few things to think about. He wasn't ready to go talk to his sister about her little request, but he had gone down to the common area to take off his helmet and his gauntlets and brew up some coffee. He had a feeling he would find York in exactly the same spot when he returned.

He was pretty sure he remembered how York liked his coffee. He prepared a couple of mugs and entered the recovery room quietly, setting the mugs down to pull up another chair before giving York a good nudge on the shoulder to wake him up. "Hey, man."

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