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WHO: Tucker, Maya

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WHERE: Apartment in De Chima complex
WHEN: sometime mid-morning 1/9
WHAT: BETRAYAL
WARNINGS: general rvb language warnings

[Okay, so now only two people know where his new apartment is. Wash, sworn to secrecy, and Maya who he invited out of TRUST and to help him get some of this furniture arranged better. He never had any before to deal with, and Chorus wasn't exactly Martha Stewart savvy. And the house he was originally assigned was already furnished so he never worried about it there either. But this place? This is all on him and maybe he gives a fuck while he's in this fake vacation.

He just keeps taking breaks to do his actual assigned job since it's easy enough and. Dealing with his personal life. Which, for once, is going great.

Little does he know the danger coming to his door.]

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Tucker? [Wash pokes his head out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, wearing some truly embarrassing cat boxers that no one else on God's green earth has ever laid eyes on.] Did you see where my pants went?

[The picture of Unprepared For Company. His armor is like, two rooms away (in a neat pile, sure, but...) Lazy time Wash. Comfy Wash. You know, the Wash he tries to never let anyone figure out exists.]

Edited 2016-01-10 03:28 (UTC)

[Tucker and Maya probably should have communicated.

You see, Maya was with Agent Texas when she was texted by Tucker. Agent Texas was privy to their plan. Agent Texas drove her here.

Maya and Tucker really should have sorted this out more. But they didn't, which is why Maya has brought Tex to DeChima.

She knocks on the door, looking back at Tex as she rings the bell on Tucker's door.]

So, you know each other how again?

Coworkers. A long, long time ago.

[ Longer for Tucker than for her. She had weaseled Tucker's address out of Wash a while back, but the one Maya gave her? Very different from the one she heard. On top of that, why the hell was Tucker inviting Maya over?

It had piqued her interest enough to offer to drive Maya over. She knows damn well Tucker will be annoyed to see her, but what else is new. ]

[He's in the middle of something in the kitchen, hears his doorbell ring.

Huh.

He told Maya to give him a head's up when she got to the building, so can't be her. May be one of the neighbors asking them to keep it down. Heh. Fat chance of that happening.]

No idea, dude! Check under the bed!

[And then he's opening the door, a big grin on his face.] Yeah, I know, but we're not gonna keep it dow-- [And just like that, his smile fades because it's Maya without giving him that head's up. And then it's genuine shock because he looks up past her and fucking Tex.]

What is she doing here?!

Edited (TOO SMALL) 2016-01-10 04:32 (UTC)

[Pantsquest has led Wash to the living room in bafflement (they were on his fucking legs, how far could they possibly have gone?!) when Tucker goes for the door. Seeing as a grand total of three people know where Tucker lives, including the man himself, Wash is not as concerned about this as he could be. Given 90% of the time he's in a helmet, whatever door-to-door salesman or Mormon missionary is bugging them won't know him from Adam.

But no. It's no one peddling vaccuums or wanting to talk about the Lord. It's a girl he recognizes vaguely from the network and

also

Agent

Texas.

Wash goes tomato-color. He should be making himself scarce. And yet, somehow, his legs refuse to move him the few steps into the nearest room. Perhaps he has been petrified by fear. Or he's playing dead.]

[Maya really, really would answer Tucker's question first. She would. She honestly, totally would, if Wash wasn't right there in cat boxers, looking for all the world like an easy target.]

Nice shorts, pal!

[She exclaims before looking at Tucker and answering, bewildered--]

She drove me here. I thought you guys work together?

[ There's the outrage. She wouldn't have expected any less from her suddenly showing up on his doorstep. What's more interesting is she can tell there's someone else in the apartment, someone right in the main living area past the front door.

She answers Maya absently as she peers past Tucker and sees Wash. In his boxers. Wonderful. ] Used to work together. Don't tell me you've already dumped Maine and jumped in with Tucker.

[ And for good measure, she'll be using her AI abilities to take a quick snapshot. Not because she's interested in what she's seeing, but because there is so much blackmail to be had with such an image. ]

Used to work together! Used to!

[Tucker, for his part, merely lifts his head to look at the ceiling, mentally asking Why me before stepping out of the way to let them in. He did invite Maya over and he's not a complete asshole to turn her away.]

And it's not like that.

[The comments aren't helping Wash's complexion any. He looks like he's on fire and about to perish at any second. BECAUSE HE IS. AND TUCKER IS LETTING THEM INTO THE HOUSE FOR SOME REASON.

Wash seems to regain mobility, side-stepping as fast as possible into the bathroom. Crankily, from inside of it:]

That's none of your business!

[Maya looks over her shoulder at Tex, raising her brow in almost a-- "Really?" expression. She didn't expect ulterior motives here, Tex!!]

C'mon, don't ask them about their sleepovers, Tex.

[She gives Tucker a half-shrug-and-wince as she passes. Don't know what to do now, bud.]

Pretty nice place, by the way, Tuck!

I'll ask about their sleepovers if it means another one of Wash's boyfriends is going to come crashing through our door.

[ You know, like Maine did not too long ago. She's not ready to let that go and gives Tucker a once over. At least he's not nearly as hulking as Maine, she doubts he could get the door busted down.

But her teammate is letting them in and she follows Maya inside. ]

So this is where you moved.

Thanks, Maya.

[Please, Tex, Tucker at least has the decency to knock. But once the door's closed, he rummages around. Sees a speck of orange in the corner and carefully picks his cat up off the pile that is, in fact, Wash's pants.]

Yeah, it is. And don't bother remembering because I'll move again. What was great about this place was you didn't know where I lived.

Edited 2016-01-11 21:06 (UTC)

Yes. Thank you, Maya. At least someone knows not to pry around here.

[THE SOMEONE IS NOT AGENT TEXAS. Is Wash still participating in this discussion while hiding in the bathroom? Yes. His two cents is important, god damn it. He shouldn't have to meet people like this. In the, ah, cat's pajamas.]

I hope you didn't blackmail this girl into this, Texas.

[Maya can see her efforts to divert the conversation are going unnoticed. Woops. Guess it's time to just let it happen.]

Actually, she drove me here. We were at the gym before this.

[ She snorts. ]

Why the hell would I blackmail her? She needed a ride and I was there. [ Simple as that. Not everything she does as an ulterior motive. ...Sometimes. As for Tucker avoiding her, she turns to face the man, arms crossed over her chest. ]

Is there a reason you're trying to hide from me? I've been here for months and I've stayed out of your damn way.

[Sorry, Maya.]

I dunno, maybe because the last time I saw you, you died. And the next time I saw you, there were about a hundred of you and super pissed, and we all kicked your asses.

[Did anyone warn Tucker not to mention the copies in the storage facility? Probably not.]

I would really like to have pants on before we have this conversation.

I think your friend wants his pants, Tuck.

[ Her jaw sets tightly as she stares at Tucker. She's going to speak very carefully because she doesn't want Tucker to miss a single word of what she's saying. She's not the only ghost wandering this place, but it's her personal business and she's not having him broadcast it especially in front of Maya. ]

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but if you want to talk about my personal shit from back home, we're not doing it here.

[Oh.

Oh, is this what she wants to do right now? He takes a step and throws Wash's pants to him before getting closer to Tex. He knows he's stepping into a literal danger zone, but if this is how she wants to go? Fine.]

I? Didn't ask you to come to my apartment. I didn't ask you to know where I lived, just like I didn't ask you to get on that ship, just like I didn't ask you to take my kid and my sword from me.

We asked for your help in the canyon. That was it.

[If Tex hadn't pulled the shit she did with the ship, they might not have gotten separated. Church might not have gone with Wash, he might not have died. So much bullshit might have been avoided if She hadn't led Wyoming and Omega to them. Just helped out with the war and then left and stayed gone.]

[Yikes, okay. Blood Gulch stuff. Clearly Wash doesn't have a stake in this one. He wrestles his pants on (black and now smothered in ginger fur). Finally no longer sequestered to the bathroom, he takes Maya aside as subtly as possible.]

I'm... going to go make some tea.

[In case, y'know, she wants to get out of the friendly fire zone, here.]

[Mouth slightly ajar, Maya at first follows Wash almost like there's nothing else she can figure out how to do-- but when she gets to the entryway to the kitchen, she looks back over her shoulder to watch Tex.]

[ Is that what this is about? Some bullshit that happened forever ago to end a war that was about to wipe out everyone in existence? She stands up taller, fists clenched, as she stares him in the eyes. She could punch him or throw him down or twist his arm off.

She could.

But that won't make a damn difference and Maya is here. Maya doesn't need to hear or see any aftermath from this. Somehow, the two are friends and she's not welcome here. ]

Excuse me for trying to end the fucking war. If you don't want my help, fine. If she needs a ride home, tell her to text me.

[ Without another word, she turns heel and walks out the door. ]

[In the end, any act like that would only prove Tucker right.

He watches her go, waits until she's gone and the door clicks shut behind her before using a hand to lean on the nearest chair and hold his side breathless.]

Oh holy shit that hurts.

Okay new rule! I only physically bring people over that I want in my apartment. That'll... [Whew okay no he's going to sit down.] That'll work...

[Standing and posturing and trying to steel himself for whatever android-metal hit that never came? Did not do well for his cracked ribs. He sits a minute, gets his breath and tries to let that anger rush out of him before glancing back at Maya.]

....Sorry. You didn't-- Man, you didn't know that would happen.

[Wash aggressively focuses on minding the kettle through all of this. If Tucker gets socked, yeah, okay, he'll step in. But he doesn't have to, and Tex books it, and hey, he kind of can't blame her.

He pushes a filled mug and a sampler box of tea to Maya, face grim.]

Now that I've officially won the award for worst first impression, maybe we can all... try that over again.

Um... yeah.

[Maya draws in a breath, looking back over her shoulder at Tucker before she nods to Wash, grateful, and mutters a thank-you.

Apparently deciding that the best way to deal with this is to (seemingly) pretend this never happened, she offers a renewed smile and puts her hand forward to shake Wash's.]

Maya Fey. I'm a friend of Tuck's-- your boxers were super cute, by the way.

[She needs to get a pair for Phoenix if he ever shows up.

She then turns her head back to yell to Tucker--]

Get over here and have tea with us!

Ugh - Come have tea in here!

It's like five steps for you guys.

[He just sat down, are the groans of pain not enough of a sign? Still, he's making like he's going to get up anyway.

Just very slowly. Because he has a feeling Wash won't let him sit here and rest after that little display with Tex.]

Thanks. Washington. Let's never talk about my choice of underwear again.

[If SOMEONE didn't want his ribs to hurt, maybe someone shouldn't have gotten into an altercation! Is what Wash doesn't say because he's been enjoying these """"sleepovers"""". Instead he just rolls his eyes over at Maya, carting his mug into the other room.

To Tucker:]

How's your side?

[oh. WELL, guess they're going to the livingroom.]

Wait. How'd you get so beat up, anyway?

[At least they got the message and came to him. He sits back a little to stretch and watches them.]

Sore right now.

And 'which time' is a better question. First time was an asshole getting the jump on me with a knife to the gut, second time was [he really doesn't want to think about it, glances at Wash not sure how much he should say. Because now he cares about it.] a, uh. Acquaintance not in control. Threw a bear at me.

It was during the curse. [Wash SENSES the questions she must have about the bear incident. Might as well defuse some of those.] I want to stress that bear throwing is not an everyday thing for us.

...I dunno, bear throwing sounds kinda like something Tucker'd get involved with regularly.

No offense.

None taken, but no Wash is right. It's not a usual thing for me.

Can't say the same for Maine. But yeah, that's how I got so beat up.

There aren't bears in space, so thankfully it hasn't come up until now.

It wish I could say it wasn't in the realm of possibility for you and the other sims, though. [To Maya:] You took that better than I thought.

Um-- which thing, the bears, Tex, orrrr Tucker and Tex arguing?

[Blunt as usual.]

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thanks jack for humiliating wash as much as humanly possible

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