heyfreemagic | All in all you're just another brick in the wall [ Open ]

[ So this is new. He may or may not have had a mini hysterical breakdown in the room where he woke up but- he suits up and tries to get it together. The first time he stretches his mind out for D and finds him gone, even though he knew it wasn't gonna work, he twitches hard against a spike of panic and-

is-

Somewhere else?

This is also new. this is terrifying in it's newness. He goes from a stark, clinical room to the top of a building-
There's a fountain. It's very pretty. He's VERY FREAKED OUT. Another stumbling step and he's

Not there-

anymore he's somewhere else. A library? WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE THE HELL IS HE? Someone's there.
He sees someone there and he reaches out for an answer, for a solution for any fucking thing at all and-

isn't there anymore. He's in a bedroom.

Then a school.

Then an abandoned lot.

Then he's there, RIGHT THERE, all tan armor and crackling voice over the radio, scared and startled and unable to fucking understand what the HELL IS GOING ON and he catches a hold of someone. Anyone. Whoever's closest. Clings and shakes them and says- ]

You're gonna give me some sane answers right the fuck now-

[ But he's gone.

He's gone and he's taken whoever he's grabbed with him and this time? This time he's wiped. This time he STOPS.
Mostly because he's stuck with his arm half in and half out of a wall, forced to stand while his HUD and the healing
unit blare angry noises at him about pressure and potential crush injury if he moves the wrong way. Caught like a
fish he lets go of whoever and scrabbles, trying to dig his arm out. ]

Oh god oh god oh shit oh god someone get me OUT OF HERE!

[ ooc: York is porting himself all around Freesia due to not knowing how his magic works! YAY! If you want him to port into your character's room, bedroom, bathroom, place of employ, whichever just toss them up and assume he's popped up there. If you want your character to have been grabbed by him and stuck in the middle of nowhere with his arm stuck in a wall, go for it! ]

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[He looks over his work for a moment. More scanners, great...except the guy actually has a point. He's re-energized]

Hey...great idea! Think I can rig up somethin' light enough to keep it from weighin' his hand down if I...

[Wait, what did he- Is he serious? Casey chuckles.]

Wait, Wash? A rookie?

If you find the right prongs. If you get like, crab forks? I think they're crab forks. Some sort of shellfish for eating, they're tiny and pretty light and easy to snap the handle off and make for great lockpicks in a pinch-

[ He's already rummaging through the drawers, there's bound to be some, this place looks pretty swanky. ]

Yeaaaaaaaaaaah? Well. Probably not anymore since it's been years but- last time I saw him he was.

Lockpicks, huh? Wicked. [Casey's interest is piqued even further by the weirdo. He hasn't given Casey any funny looks or exasperated head-shaking over the taser yet, so already he's on Casey's good side. He heads over to help him rummage.]

Yeah, thought so. Wash's WAY too old to be a rookie. Name's Casey Jones, by the way.

Wash isn't OLD, he's the baby of the group. More or less I mean, if we're not counting Georgia and we kind of have to not count Georgia.

[ Poor Georgia. ]

Nice to meet you Casey. How do you know Wash?

[The thought of ol' stern grey-hair Wash being the baby of a group is pretty darn funny, sorry Wash.]

He helped me take down a giant mob of shadow monsters first day I got here! We've been buddies ever sense! Even when he's kind of a jerk.

Shadow monsters. [ A beat. ] Could be weirder, okay I'll buy it.

He gets snippy when he gets wound up but it usually blows over quickly. Unless you get shot. THen it doesn't blow over forever.

Trust me, you'll see 'em later. They're kinda everywhere, like rats, man.

[Huh.]

Is there a story there or somethin'?

Several. I'll tell you after we find- HA! Tiny forks!

[ He pulls out the set from the drawers and offers them to Casey. ]

See? Snap the back end off and sauter the wire to the ends!

Rad! [Casey takes them eagerly and examines them, eyeballing the measurements. He needs to leave enough room to rig up a lock-and-release system. Maybe a spring from a mousetrap...]

So...who got shot?

Me. Wouldn't be the first time. or the last. It kind of happens when you're a soldier. Doesn't mean it doesn't suck. Doesn't mean he didn't fuss.

[Casey nods. Like how getting throwing stars in your flesh happens when you fight robo-ninjas.] Seems like he fusses about a lot of stuff.

He kinda- things didn't go well. We got reasons for freaking out.

Yeah, but it's not good for a guy to freak out as much as he does. [Says a guy who could stand to freak out way more.]

There's gotta be somethin' that'll help him unwind 'least a little bit.

Well... bubble baths? Does he still have a rubber duck?

[Snortlaugh] He can take care of that on his own.

Fruit? he likes fruit. I remember a smoothie party happening once.

Cookin's not really my department. [He starts working the stem of a fork back and forth to snap them off.] He can pretty much get all the smoothies he wants for free anyway.

[ In the suit? He can and does snap the head off one in a quick twist. ] Food's free, here? How does that even work?

[Well, we don't all have fancy suits of armor...Of course, Casey is strong for having little twig arms, and it doesn't take him that long to work the handle off.

Maybe someday Casey will figure out how to empower his own hockey gear with super-strength. For now, he shrugs.]

I got no idea. All I know is that the fridge just kinda...fills up. Every couple days.

...You don't find that kind of questionable? Or weird?

Uh, yeah? Of course? Thing is, it's one'a the less weird things about this place and at least it means you don't gotta go grocery shopping.

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