The Meet And Greet Meme For Characters

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The Meet and Greet Meme
For Characters
 This is the IC version of the The Role Call Meme



[The Rules]

1. Find the thread for the canons/fandoms of your character. If you don't see one, make one!

2. Post with all of your character accounts. Yes, all of them. Throwing in your entire musebox is totally fine in this meme. (Please write down the name and canon/fandom of the character in the subject line, and also if they're canon, AU, crossover or OC, etc.)

3. AU characters are totally OK. Crossover/fusion characters may post at all the fandoms/canons their crossover/fusion is derived from. Fandom OCs may post at their fandom/canon's thread. Original Story/Universe OCs will have their own thread.

4. Tag around all over the place - Canonmates, non-canonmates, everything is OK!

Comments

[ratherbelocky]

Are those canapés? Well, don't mind if I do. Yoink.

[York sets his helmet at his feet as he leans against the wall, casual as sin. The hors d'oeuvres make for a simple way to keep occupied as he watches people trickle in. And marks the exits. One never knows.]

[reminent]

[Wash has been lurking for the past 20 minutes or so, looking less like he's partying and more like he's holding up the wall. He watches the crowd for a moment, reaches out for another canapé, and...]

[There aren't any left. His helmet jerks up as he looks for the offending party. And even though a visor, his double-take is visible.]

York?

[ratherbelocky]

Whhmff.

[That might translate to 'Wash.' He can't really talk right now, it's almost like he's got a mouth full of canapés. Imagine that. But who else could it be, actually eating in his helmet like that. York half-salutes and swallows.]

Hey there. Some party, huh?

[reminent]

What- you- what-

["What are you doing here" is really hard to get out, apparently. Not very often you run into someone you last saw as a corpse in powered armor. Wash inhales through his nose. Lets it out in a slow, long-suffering sigh. Okay, Wash. Just roll with it. You got this.]

You'd better not eat the rest of the food.

[ratherbelocky]

And ruin my figure? What do you take me for, Wash. A guy's got nothing if he doesn't have his looks.

[He wipes his hand off on his thigh guard and turns to look at Wash.]

Been a while, huh?

[reminent]

[He groans at York's comments. Some people never change, especially former members of Project Freelancer. But Wash would be lying if he said he didn't miss it a little. The old days, before everything started going wrong. He doesn't say that, of course. Merely shrugs one shoulder.]

Because that's why any of us kept you around. [A pause.] A long while, yeah. Staying out of trouble, York?

[ratherbelocky]

You know, I find it's sort of hard to get into trouble when you're dead.

[There. Now the elephant on the room's right there on the table where everyone can see it. He tilts his head at Wash to see how the rookie (and he'll always be a rookie, to York) takes it.]

[reminent]

[The answer: not even a twitch.]

[Between the Freelancers, the Feds, the New Republic, and Hargrove's men, Wash has dealt with a lot of death. It doesn't get easier, but it is what it is.]

Hard to stay out of trouble when you're alive. Trust me.

[ratherbelocky]

[Aw, well, that's no fun. He kind of thought being a ghost deserved some emotional reaction. Then again, he doesn't know how many Churches poor Wash has had to deal with.]

Keeping on your toes, huh, Wash? Glad to hear it.

[Read: Glad to hear you're alive and kicking.]

You're not still with the Project, are you?

[reminent]

No. The Project is gone. The Director is dead.

[Only Carolina and Wash made it out in the end. And while he's grateful to the Reds and Blues... well. They're still idiots. They're just his idiots. His team. His family.]

It's a long story.

[ratherbelocky]

...

About damn time, I guess.

[He's not as sure about that as he'd like to be. He knows what they did--some of it, at least. But the Freelancers had been what he was. Who they were. Where he'd seen the best the world had ever had to offer.

He thinks of Carolina.]

So, do we have you to thank for that, or...?

[reminent]

[And underneath his helmet, Wash's lips twitch back into something like a smile.]

Me, Carolina, and a bunch of the simulation soldiers the Project kept around. It wasn't easy, and it's been a long road. But we're getting there.

[Then, firmly, because he knows York:] She's okay.

[ratherbelocky]

[Damn straight he knows York. York's tells aren't all that obvious, but hell does he wish he had his helmet on now to make them even less visible, because he sort of forgot to keep breathing the second Wash said her name.

Carolina's okay. Carolina's alive.]

Yeah?

[He shifts, uncrossing his arms so he can run a hand back through his hair.]

Huh. Can't say I'm surprised. [What a fucking liar.] She always had a flair for a dramatic re-entrance, our girl.