Lost and Found

[unrecovered]

[Wash is in a lounge, having propped his omnicom on a piece of furniture so that the video shows him and the gun resting on his lap. That is definitely not his gun. Those quick on the uptake might also notice blood on his arm, like he's just been in a fight or something.]

Public service announcement: there's someone on the habitat deck in a skull mask running around and pointing guns at people's heads. He's kind of a dick, and evidently he can turn into a black cloud at will, like some kind of crossover between Ghostface and Imhotep.

[Has anyone seen either of those movies? No? Okay, moving on. He tilts the gun so it's more easily visible on camera, and yep, that is definitely one of Reaper's guns, and it is definitely not with Reaper.]

I didn't really appreciate him pointing this one at me, so I...called dibs on it. He can't have it back.

[It doesn't matter if you can't read expressions through armor; the self-satisfied smirk in Wash's tone is practically visible all on its own.]

He might still be up there, lying on the floor near the Egyptian temple. Unconscious. I may have stunned the hell out of him.

[Look at all zero of the regrets he has. Look at them.]

Also, I've decided our next movie night is going to be Scream, because when I call this guy a half-assed Ghostface ripoff, I really want you all to know what I'm talking about.

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[unrecovered]

Horror movie rules: don't go alone.

[Screened to Grif]

Meet me at the entrance to the habitat deck in five.

[whyarewehere]

I fucking hate haunted shit.

[ The rest of the message he screens back to Wash. He rolls his eyes. He wants to ask if he has to, he wants to whine, but he knows Wash isn't going to brook any argument. Instead he just sighs. ]

Okay, fine.

Screened

[unrecovered]

Hey, you have four and a half minutes to screw around before you have to be there.

[Five minutes later, he is here and waiting.]

Aaaaand action

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif shows up a minute late at a walk, because this is Grif we're talking about. He's in uniform, but with the noted addition of his helmet. ]

Alright, you got me, I'm here. What kind of bad decision are we making now?

[unrecovered]

[It's...been a long six minutes, and Wash is definitely more subdued than he'd been when he'd last talked to Grif.]

Evidently my fifth one today, depending on who you ask.

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif was busy heading down here, so he missed Wash getting chewed out. His helmet tilts to one side.]

...What?

[ Was it something he said? ]

slides in at last

[mylawn]

[LOOK WHO IT IS showing up not long after Brainiac tells him to rendezvous. 76 should have expected these two, and it only exacerbates his bad mood. He's worked with worse, but that doesn't mean he's happy about unrelated parties sticking their nose into something that's expressly between him and Gabriel.]

Get all the screwing around out of your system?

[Because he's geared up in more ways than one, ready to get down to business. He's liable to walk right past them towards the habitat decks.]

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif snorts. ]

Buddy, you have a lot to learn about working with us.

[ He casually fails to mention that he's the worst offender. It's helpfully obvious. ]

[mylawn]

[Even with the visor, 76 has a stare that could probably kill small animals. He’s currently giving equal time with it to both of them.]

Having you along on this mission is a courtesy I don’t have to extend.

[Really, it only needs to be himself and one other person (Brainiac)—76 to lure him out, the green kid with his containment field. Reaper already knows they’re coming, because Reaper is smart and is probably reading every conversation on Wash’s post, so the fewer parties, the better, as far as he’s concerned.]

But if you’d like to get yourselves killed, be my guest.