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12/18

[hownkai]

A copy of The Komarr Report, a strategy/military memoir written by Miles Vorkosigan's father, will be placed in your mailbox.

response to spacebook post;

[commontype]

You lookin' for a boy name or a girl name? For your cat.

[hatesimprovising]

Both, actually. Looks like I've got two girls and a boy.

[commontype]

So what kinda stuff do you like? Films, music? You got a theme in mind?

[hatesimprovising]

Considering we're from different centuries, I'm not sure you'd know anything about the stuff I like.

As for a theme... I'm not sure. But I am considering naming one of them Olympia! I thought it was kind of cute, because that's the capital of Washington state and all...

text HAHA WOW WRONG FUCKING ACCOUNT JESUS CHRIST i am so sorry

[kickbancaboose]

[ sorry, wash. tex totally sold you out. ]

what's up asshole
heard you're awake
welcome back to the land of the living

look i know you don't remember me and that's cool and everything like i don't give a shit? it's whatever. [ haha, he absolutely does give a shit! ] but i have something very important to tell you

text lmao don't even worry about it, we've all been there

[hatesimprovising]

[ Uhm. What is this. Consider Wash extensively confused as he opens this message in his inbox and reads it over. Not to mention a little offended, like wow, does this guy have to be so rude? ]

Uhm, thanks...?

I don't remember you? Does that mean we're from the same universe? [ Uh, duh Wash. ] And we meet at some point?

[ This is weird. He knows Texas Alliso--, and as far as he knew, she's the only other one here from the same place. But maybe not? It shouldn't come as a huge surprise that there might be people from further along the timeline, but that paired with the fact that they apparently are supposed to know each other throws Wash through a bit of a loop.

It takes him a few seconds to focus on the last bit of the message. ]

Wait, sorry, something to tell me? What is it?

[kickbancaboose]

[ jesus christ. you sacrifice your life for a guy, and he doesn't even have the decency to remember your goddamned name. what a fucked up world.

he's going to 100% ignore every question wash asks him. no distractions or getting off track! ]

well first of all
wait are you ready for this? you got to be ready

[hatesimprovising]

[ Hey, he hasn't done any of that stuff yet, gosh! Give him a break.

Anyway. There's some mild frustration when his entire reply is basically ignored, but his curiosity kills some of that. He wants to know this important thing that he apparently needs to know! ]

...I think so? I don't know what we're talking about. How should I be preparing?

1/3

[kickbancaboose]

[ oh boy. ]

okay okay alright well first of all
fuck you.

second of all

actually nope that was it, that's all i got. fuck you, wash. fuck you forever. just when you think you're done fucking yourself, fuck you some more. fuck you fuck you fuck you.

[kickbancaboose]

actually no you know what i'm not done and that's not all.

i don't know what your problem is or why you can't remember shit or what this ship did to you but after everything i did for you who THE FUCK do you think you are

you can't just sweep into people's lives and tell them they're not people that they're THINGS that they're not real and then forget all of that even happened, like it doesn't matter? not all of us get to forget. some of us have to remember.

you motherfucker
i saved your life

[kickbancaboose]

[ well, that was family friendly and totally cathartic! ]

anyway that was it
have a good night buddy

[hatesimprovising]

[ Whoa. Whoa whoa whoa. What the hell just happened here? Wash just stares at the messages as the pop up in his inbox, reading them over and over, trying to grasp something out of it, but ultimately only coming up more confused than before.

He's never even met this guy (yet), and he's getting yelled at and told to go fuck himself over something that's entirely not his fault??? He knows for a fact he'd remember if someone saved his life--he remembers every single time one of the other Freelancers has--it's not his fault if he's not from the same time as this guy! --He has to assume that's the problem here, because it's the only explanation here.

...Other than maybe that this guy has the wrong Wash. But it's a pretty uncommon name...

It takes a fair amount of time, but Wash eventually composes himself enough to be able to start a reply, though from the way that tirade ended, he gets the idea he won't get a response. But damn, he wants to try to clear things up. Or get some better context. Or both. ]

Wait wait wait.

Look, I'm sorry? I'm sorry I don't know you or understand anything you're talking about here, but I feel like you might be overreacting a little? I mean, I get where you're coming from. ...I think. Sort of. But it's definitely not my fault that I don't "remember" any of this.

I don't know how much you know about the Ingress, but it can bring people in from the same universe, but different points in time. And I'm kind of getting the feeling that's what's happened here? I'd remember if you saved my life, I know that much. I think you're from further along in the timeline than I am--I know that Texas is. ...Assuming you know her, too.

Anyway. I'm honestly sorry that I'm not aware of who you are or any of the other stuff you're angry about. [ Even if it's absolutely not his fault in any way. ] If you want, we can get together and talk about it? But uh. I'm kind of getting the idea that you'd rather I just go fuck myself, so.

Sorry. Hopefully you don't hate me too much.

[ Now he's just going to go and spend the rest of the day trying to shake the utter amount of confusion this whole conversation has dumped on him. ]

text; morning of 6/20

[a_shadow]

Where the fuck is Caboose?

[ She's not on speaking terms with you right now Wash, but this is a different matter. ]

text;

[hatesimprovising]

What? What the hell do you

[ He doesn't even finish that question and accidentally hits send before he can continue. Not even bothering to be a dick right now because her question has him concerned. ...Even if he's still pissed at Caboose. ]

I just saw him in the hallways a few days ago.

text;

[a_shadow]

Fuck a few days ago, I'm talking about now.

He's not on the manifest anymore.

text;

[hatesimprovising]

[ Fuck. ]

He's not?

[ Just gonna do a quick fact check. ]

...He's not. The Ingress must've sent him back already.

[ He should be relieved about that, right? So why is he not? ]

text;

[a_shadow]

Is there some way to find out if someone's been released from their contract or if they were sent back?

[ Do you hear her concern at the idea of Caboose wandering around an unfamiliar galaxy on his own? ]

DELIVERY

[mailcall]

On the morning of July 16th, Washington will receive a copy of Kevin Flynn’s book The Digital Frontier: Mapping the Other Universe (Back cover). The book contains philosophical, technical, and speculative ramblings about computer systems and programs, ranging in content from brilliant to slightly deranged. An example page can be seen here.

3 days after the beach party; action

[a_shadow]

[ The crew has been exploring and recovering from the crash for a few days now, but the main thing on Tex's mind has, of all things, been the encounter she had with Agent Washington at the party—sharing revelations of their inner thoughts and feelings, and then falling into bed together. Anyways, if she doesn't think about that, she'll be thinking about how both of her bodies are in poor shape, and this is more pleasant. For the last days she's been working in the capacity of an AI, trying to build a map of the jungle, but it's been slow going without a global positioning system to work with and only trees for landmarks. When, later that evening and back in the body the natives have supplied for her, she spots Wash on the beach, she hardly thinks before she jogs to catch up with him. She's short in this body and it takes a bit more effort in running than she's used to, but she approaches him at an angle and comes up beside him. She smiles with anticipation, which sort of resembles a mischievous smirk. ] There you are. Been working hard?

[hatesimprovising]

[ He hears the footsteps in the sand before she reaches him and looks over, pausing in his own steps to watch her approach. Over the last couple of days, he hasn't had a lot to do. It's actually been driving him kind of stir-crazy, even though he's got the whole island he could be exploring. Not keeping busy is a problem, and since he spent all of last month in bed, he's been a bit on edge, even with the weird sort of haze that's clouded his mind. It's possible he's been doing a lot of pacing, and a lot of going over the events of the past couple days, particularly the night he'd had with Tex. ]

If I was of any use in repairing a ship, I would be.

[ So, no, not really been working hard. Wash's fingers twitch a bit, restless, but the look he offers her in exchange for her smirk isn't unfriendly. ]

I assume you have been, though. I haven't seen you around much.

[ --Not that he's been looking, or anything. ]

[a_shadow]

I have been. Very busy. [ She tilts her head at him. ] Busy enough I think I've earned myself a break.

[hatesimprovising]

Oh yeah?

[ An eyebrow raises, not without interest. It's not like Tex has ever come to him on a break before, and after their 'agreement' of sorts the other night, how can he not be interested? ]

And how were you planning to enjoy this break?

[a_shadow]

It's a bit of work mixed with pleasure. As long as you don't mind. I hate being in debt, you know. And I still owe you a little something. [ It's no secret among them that rooms set aside for the Moirans' use during the party are still there, empty and waiting, at the edge of the courtyard. It's midday now, not late like it had been the night of the party, but Wash probably won't mind absconding for a while. According to what he's said so far, he hasn't really been working anyway. ]

TUCKED UNDER HIS PILLOW (backdated to 10/1)

[skelepun]

[Despite the front door remaining locked and very little else in the room disturbed, a small heap of... something is tucked under Agent Washington's pillow.

Clumsily arranged there, he'll find: a shirt, three mini-bottles of cucumber hand lotion, and a half eaten baloney sandwich.

On top is a note:]

you're skin and bones, kid. and as long as you're holding onto the skin, might as well treat it right.

seeya round, white meat.

-s