fearmylaserface: (I knew I was forgetting something)
[Here, have Epsilon leaning against Caboose, his Meowjesty. Allison is grumbling in the background. Where's her petting? She wants attention.]

Seems like I've been forgetting to check this thing lately. Have I missed anything important lately, guys?

Also, anyone have advice for trying to train a Meowjesty?  Caboose still won't listen worth a damn.
fearmylaserface: (What?)
[He knew what Wash had said. Wash had damn well warned him not to go alone.

Did Epsilon listen? Of course not. When he wanted to see something, he was stubborn.

That's why he's currently somewhere on the Mother of Invention in spite of the warning, holding his head. At first... It wasn't terrible. It probably would have been fine if he hadn't been alone with Allison and his memories. The Alpha's memories.  Being tortured to the point of breaking over and over again.  Now? He couldn't really tell where the memories ended and the world began.

And that's why Allison has his communicator, pressing buttons to turn it on with the camera on her person.  The camera isn't steady...  Someone needs to talk to him for her.  She's making anxious noises and trying to comfort him... It's not helping. Especially as she knows there should be Nightmare Dream Eaters somewhere here. It's a matter of time before they're noticed, and her person in no shape to run or help. Not that he isn't more likely to put a hole in the ship than help.

Allison would die before she let him down in a time like this.

The background of the shaking camera isn't various obvious, but it appears to be a hallway.  Epsilon managed to get further than the bridge before he was overwhelmed.  Not by a whole lot.]

[Edit note:  Added last paragraph]

fearmylaserface: (Getting beaten by Tex)
[Have an agitated Pricklemane fussing at her person again. Epsilon was too damn stubborn, and she was worried. Weeks was too long to let stubborn pride leave him damaged. That would be why Allison decided to steal his communicator for a game of keep away. Well, as much as he could try with the damaged leg slowing him down. And, though he doesn't realize it, she's turned it on once she got enough distance, just before dropping it. He's got friends here. They can deal with him. He really needs to stop isolating himself anyway.

And the fact that his leg still isn't in full operating condition from the damage from that fight. When he walks toward the camera to pick it up, there's a noticeable limp present.]
Seriously, Allison? Come on. You know I'm not up to chasing you.

And it's turned on? Thanks a lot. Really. [Epsilon's more than a little annoyed at this. Bad enough he had to be bailed out when she got too enthusiastic before. Now, everyone can see this. Alisonsounds pleased with herself, regardless.]
fearmylaserface: (Fear my awesomeness)
[Well... That trip home had been enlightening. Unless it was some kind of strange dream. And the fact that Allison was gone and he woke up somewhere other than where he'd last been with her...

Besides, he doesn't sleep. Not really. He's an AI. He turns on the comm on video without thinking about it as he looks his body over...]

Yes! I'm not a damn Tonka truck anymore. A definite improvement.

I thought this place was bad for people not staying dead... Actually? I think I'm going to make a point to never assume someone died again. It just bites me in the ass later.  Here or at home.

[Actually focusing on the comm now.] Something really strange just happened... I was home again. I don't know if it was a dream or real, but I woke up someplace else here when it was done and Allison is gone. Has anyone seen her? She's a Pricklemane.
fearmylaserface: (Getting beaten by Tex)
[Well... It'd been a long day, and he'd been trying to deal with the fallout of a fight with some nightmares earlier. Specifically... The fact that his aim leaves a lot to be desired. Of course a shot just happened to bounce a few times before he managed to hit something. The problem? The hit was actually a bullet clipping his Dream Eater. He'd been trying to make up for it since they finished dealing with the nightmares in question, carrying her back to where they'd been staying after gathering the prizes up from the fight. And now he's got his comm up, recording himself petting an agitated pricklemane with an injured tail.]

Anyone got some suggestions on how to make up to a dream eater for... I guess you could call it friendly fire.

I'm just glad this isn't the real Allison. Otherwise, I'd never hear the end of this.
fearmylaserface: (What?)
[There's a long pause between the device starting to transmit  and Epsilon finally speaking.  He's examining the odd technology, checking it over carefully.  It's different.  Definitely a sign that he's not home anymore.  Is it better or worse that the death with the unit failed that he'd expected?  Is it better than the rescue that he remembers vaguely before waking up?  Hell if he knows. 

But the funny looking colorful animals and the strange creatures that greeted him?  It was certainly going to be different.  And damn it, he isn't putting the sniper rifle down out here.  Not all the wildlife seemed friendly looking.]
  Hello?  Anyone out there have a better explanation as to what is going on than the strange things that greeted me?  Also, I don't sleep.  How can I be stuck in a realm of dreams?

[He shoves away the strange animal that he ended up with from the stuff the moogle gave him as the damn pricklemane keeps following him everywhere.  Hell, it doesn't even care that there's a sniper rifle pointing at it.]  And do I have to keep this thing around?  It's like dealing with Caboose again...  Except it isn't accidentally trying to kill me.

unrecovered: (Default)
[The video flickers on to show both Wash and North in what looks like one of the hotel rooms. It’s far enough away that it’s obvious they’ve set it up on a flat surface somewhere. Wash is still wearing his helmet; old habits die very hard.]

Hey. Does anyone know anything about these Dream Eater things? We know they can fight and that you can make them from little rainbow pieces; aside from that, I’ve got nothing.

[There’s a squeak from offscreen, and Wash looks over-] Hey, get over here. [-and leans out of the frame.]

[North, meanwhile, has his helmet off, because all things considered, this area’s probably safe and he can let his guard down a bit. ]

Also, do they all carry loose change or something? It’s an odd way of making money.

[He glances over at Wash.]

Everything alright, Wash?

Yeah, fine, just- c’mere!

[There’s more squeaking offscreen, and finally Wash leans back into the frame, pulling his bat into his lap. The bat squeaks piteously, and it’s pretty obvious that one wing is bandaged.]

Is there a vet around here, or someone who knows how to take care of this? [He gestures at the bandage.] I can do this much, but that’s about it.

[Responses will come from both Wash ([personal profile] unrecovered) and North ([personal profile] brodakota).]


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