realityshifted

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red vs blue (d1) washington

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[Out on the Plane, a strange recovery bed appears, complete with an armored Freelancer clinging to the edges off it. He's screaming and suddenly jolts and flails until he tumbles off the bed and falls silent. He doesn't move right away. Then finally, he lets out a groan]

Ugh... My head...

[He's still not right, he can feel it. The others told him he'd have a headache and stuff, but this... There's something wrong with him. Why does he keep having these weird flashes...?

Slowly, he tries to get up, but his limbs feel so heavy. It's a struggle to even touch his helmeted head. And he's hungry too. Just how long has he been out??]

[ooc: So, Wash has gone through with his surgery to get Epsilon implanted in his head! Surgery...was not effective, though. I figure the MoI has crashed, but Wash doesn't exactly know what's gone on, not being stuck in the recovery room as he is.]

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[the second she sees what looks like a hospital bed appear on the Plane, Menzies is moving. so when he falls, she's at his side in seconds] Agent! Agent, what 'appened?

[He doesn't answer immediately. He doesn't remember coming to the Plane but he must've thought about it if he's here. He just didn't expect to hear the Detective's voice.

He turns towards the voice and, for a moment, sees a blonde woman swim into view. He recoils, letting out a yelp of surprise and hits his head against the bed. His vision clears and he sees the person he's expecting to see instead now.]

Detective? What--I... [Softly, he says a name:] Allison... [How does he know that name?]

[she's startled by his reaction and immediately tries to calm him before he risks injuring himself further]

Agent--Wash. Calm down. It's me! Detective Menzies, yes. Patricia.

[she doesn't touch him, but she moves so she's ready to grab him if he jerks dangerously like that again] Take a deep breath. You're on the Plane--you're safe.

["Wash"... yes, that's his name. Not the real one; that one hasn't been who he is for years.]

Patricia...? I... [He can feel his heart beating like crazy in his chest. She told him to take a deep breath, right? That's a good idea; he does so.] I must've...thought about coming here.

[He gestures vaguely at his head.] Can you help me get that off?

[as he calms, she lets out a sigh of relief. and at his comment, she nods] Looks like it. But what 'appened?

All right... [she's "helped" North out of his helmet enough times to know exactly how they work, so she reaches forward to release the seals]

[He takes a deep breath once it's off, and rests his head back against the bed. Sweat's trickling down his pale face, dark circles forming under his eyes. He may have been put out, but that definitely doesn't mean sleep's been restful. It's been anything but.]

[Wearily.] Thanks. You can put it right up there. [He nods his head to the side, indicating the bed.] I won't need it for now.

[He winces suddenly, a spike of pain in his head along with a flash of that blonde-haired woman again. His eyes screw shut until it's passed a moment later.] Sorry, ever since I had the surgery, my head's been killing me.

[she nods, reaching up to set the helmet on the bed for the moment. but when he winces again, she tenses, ready to grab him if he starts to flail into any more furniture. he doesn't, but she stays close all the same]

[at his words, she shakes her head. no apology is needed] Is...your AI 'aving a tough time getting settled?

[she's not sure if that way of phrasing it is entirely accurate, but it's how it makes sense to her, and a medical crisis isn't a time to mince words, in her opinion]

[He's silent for a moment. He remembers the surgery. Remembers the Director, Counselor, and the others talking around him while they were operating. His hand absently reaches up to the shaved spot on the base of his skull. For a second, he's confused, but then he remembers the twins talking to him. How long ago was that?]

No... It's gone. [A short pause as his hand falls slowly away from his head.] I had it, but something happened. They had to put me out again.

What? [even that vague picture of events doesn't sound the least bit good to her. she attempts to clarify it, though] You mean, you had an AI, but you don't now?

[she wonders what could prompt that. nothing good, she'd warrant. keeping her voice calm, she employs a very purposeful use of his first name to express the severity of the situation--or try to, at least, through the obvious mental fog that he's fighting] Wash, don't you think you ought to go back to 'ospital until they've fixed whatever went wrong?

It's not there. [He leans forward slightly, dipping his head so she can get a glimpse at his neck. There are bloody marks around the new port where the AI would've been installed but it's not there now. It's empty.] See?

[But what happened... He's still trying to sort through that. The longer he's awake, the harder it seems... He hears her speaking, but his mind flashes to the other woman and he tries to cling to that image, that...memory.] She was leaving. Didn't want to say goodbye. I didn't want her to go.

[she swears under her breath at the sight of his neck. but then his gaze loses its focus again, and he starts rambling. her eyes widen, and she reaches out to grip his shoulders, hoping to bring him back to reality] Wash! Wash, I'm sorry about your AI. [she assumes that must be who he means. after all, Delta and Theta are so different, why couldn't one be female?] But you need to think about going back. Do you 'ear me? [she leans in] Think about going back to 'ospital! You need help.

[If Menzies only knew how right her line of thinking about a female AI was...]

Back... [It takes a moment for that to sink in further.] Back?! [He sounds more alarmed.] No, you don't understand. Something's happened to the ship. I think... [He looks away, trying to piece what little he knows together.] I think we crashed. I was trying to hold on. Something was bad was happening. I couldn't catch what. Just...that there was an attack inside the ship!

You crashed!?

[Menzies' alarm is clear. after all, Wash isn't the only one she knows on that ship. and because of that, her response is immediate] Wash, then send me back there! You can come 'ere right away again, but I'll stay and get to the others. I can teleport them out!

[that is certainly the sound of someone hitting the ground, and Hawk moves as fast as he can to get over there.]

Wash!?

[he kneels, looking the other over.] What happened?

[It takes him a moment to respond. This headache's something else. It wasn't this bad before.]

...Hawk? What are you...? [He glances down.] I'm on the Plane.

[he nods] Right. [it must've been a quick thought, if he hadn't realised… If it's related to whatever happened, he imagines he'll find out in time.] Do you need anything?

Hmm? Oh, yeah... [He looks around and back at the bed.] Can you help me get back up? I'm...not moving around easily right now. I had surgery.

Sure. [he moves to take Wash's arm, laying it over his shoulders and putting his other arm around Wash.] Ready? Up we go. [and he braces to stand with Wash]

[He's not ready but when would he be? He didn't want her to go. Wait...who? He comes back to himself as Hawk's helping him up and he finally starts to help, making his legs work. After a moment, his legs fully take his weight and he's up, then he starts to tip back onto the bed.]

Thank you. Sorry, my mind... It's been a long day. Isn't easy to do this with the armor on. Not sure why the decided they had to have us keep it on...

[Hawk nods, a little winded after that effort.]

You're welcome. [a shake of the head] No… It seems more inconvenient than anything else. So- if I may- what was it for?

[He laughs weakly.] Yeah. [Though he can understand why. It wasn't a major surgery and the medical team could monitor his vitals via his suit.]

[He takes a breath, trying to center his thoughts. There's a woman's soft laughter trying to distract him, but he refuses to let that ghost of a noise take him away from the question Hawk asked.]

The project I'm part of... It was the goal of the program to implant us with an AI that will run our equipment better. With it, we'd be able to put an end to the war. I finally received mine... And something went wrong. I... [Deep down, he knows what went wrong. But...] I don't know what happened. They took it out of me.

An AI? [Hawk's brow creases- he's got no familiarity with that idea.] Well, I'd say putting an end to that sounds like a good thing. But if it's turned out like this…

What happens now?

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