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[Over the past few days, York's been trying to keep calm. Kat's name had disappeared from the room she and Noble-Six had shared, and he's scoured the floors at least three or four times and made several filtered entries to her. Wash was being unresponsive as well--his nameplate was still there, thank God--but even York couldn't pick the lock. So today he's pounding on the door in the third floor hallway. Naturally, he doesn't seem to notice or care that his journal has opened.]

God dammit Wash, open up or I'll break the damn door down!

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Please tell me you're all still here. We're down at least two, maybe three.

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[Doctors]

Uh, you guys are still here, right? Please say you are. [Even if you're Muppets.]

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((ooc: Open in person or over the journal. Probably not the best time for kissing unless you're one of the predetermined ones who will punch York in the face for trying.))

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[Well, she hadn't had any need for the camo until now, really. She could've used it or her speed on the expedition, but the armor wouldn't work in the Dead Zone. Might as well try her speed, then, too. She attempts to activate it aaaaand nothing.]

Speed enhancement's gone too.

[He swears.]

Well, that's just peachy.

Could have been worse, I guess, but that's not exactly nice of it. [Worse being, of course, that it could have been memories of him.]

[It definitely could have been much worse, but it really, really sucks that she lost those two enhancements. She can be more pissed later.

Still, she'll try one more thing. She flips on the voice modifier and speaks in Wash's voice,] Castle, I'm out here. Better open the door.

[He waits again, then carefully tries to open the door.]

Nothing.

Dammit. [Carolina flicks off the voice modifier and gives the door another shove, as if that could possibly change anything.]

Who else are we missing, York?

[He slumps up against the wall, and his voice sounds quiet and defeated.]

...Kat. And Tex.

[Oh. Well. Carolina isn't really sure how to react to that news. Clearly he's upset about their departure and that needs to be handled, but she had obviously negative feelings toward both women. She continues to stand, arms crossed.]

Both today?

[He's trying to keep his tone neutral.]

Tex today. Kat--I haven't seen her name on a nameplate in a few days. Was hoping she'd just moved or something.

[Carolina just stands there to consider her options. In battle, she can act quickly, make choices almost instantly, but this is where she falters. So, she nods carefully. The hallway isn't the place to talk about it.]

C'mon. [Offering her hand out to him.]

But Wash--

[might be gone might be leaving and there's nothing we can do about it]

[That's the unfortunate part and, hell, there's nothing they can do about it. She hates that they can't do anything about it.]

I know. [Firmly. If nothing else, she's going to help distract him while she can. She'll mourn Wash, in her own way, in privacy when there's no such threats. She keeps her hand offered out to him.] We'll contact Rookie and Six and then return to my quarters.

[He takes a few breaths and then accepts her hand.]

Okay. I--yeah, okay.

[Timeskip??]

[Carolina stood in her quite newly redecorated kitchen (http://stevepinther.com/homesgallery/Losch/locshkitchen.jpg), dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a blue-and-black-plaid flannel shirt rolled up to her elbows. She'd told York to take a shower, screw his head back on straight, and stay in her quarters for the night. After he'd gone into her bathroom to do so, she'd asked the castle for some redecorations from home. Beside the counter she currently stood at, there was a large dining table with six chairs, and adjacent to the dining set, the living room (http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/fireplace9-de.jpg) from her home as well. The bedroom was off a small hallway and of little importance at the current moment.

On the coffee table in the living room sit two six packs of beer (light and dark), a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of wine, and two shot glasses. In case he didn't want to drink, she's currently filling two glasses with water. Above the mantel of the fireplace are lurking two sugar plum faeries, which Carolina glances up at.

The name of the game, though, is to let him unwind and to grieve if he needs to. She's been in the military long enough to know that letting emotional releases out every now and then are healthy, even if she doesn't practice that herself.]

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[As he comes out of the shower, he blinks. Okay, this is definitely not what her room had looked like when he went in.]

Did you do all of this?

[No, Sherlock, it was the castle acting up again. He still looks kind of openmouthed as he takes it all in, though he does gravitate toward the drinks.]

You made it like a home.

It's where I grew up.

[Directing her gaze over to him as she finishes filling up the second glass of water. The last thing he needs to see right now, or so she thinks, is a military-styled room, which would be her natural preference. She thinks he needs the assurance that she isn't planning to leave and that she's taking steps to see the Castle as a home.

Moving around the counter, she holds the two cups in both hands, padding softly across the hardwood in bare feet. She's literally at the most casual she could possibly be and, with the holographic lock and the now-reinforced door, she feels safe enough not being in her armor.]

[It is, in fact, exactly the kind of thing he needs to see. It's comforting on a level that a military-style room, while never something he can't live with, can never be. He knows she's doing this for him, she has to be, but--that's not a bad thing. Hell, she probably didn't even like Kat or Tex, and here she was just trying to make it easier on him now that they were gone.

He takes the glass of water and drinks deeply from it before setting it down and pouring both shots of whiskey. He hands one to her with a bit of a questioning look.]

This place is what we make of it. Sometimes I think I forget that it means that literally.

[Carolina sets down her glass on the coffee table and accepts the shot of whiskey from him with a slight smile. She knows her own tolerance and, while this is definitely breaking one of her own rules, she tells herself that it's a different style of leadership; "her team" is possibly only her and him.

She takes a breath before knocking back the shot. Tastes like home, too. ]

I'm surprised it can do all this.

[He matches her shot, smiling a little ruefully.]

Usually gives you a lot of freedom with your own room. I know some people would leave it like a fancy hotel for months, but--you gotta do more than that, you know?

If it's going to take shit away from us, the least we can do is take advantage of what it does give us. [Otherwise it's just letting the place take things away without getting anything in return, and who would stand for that?]

[Carolina raises her eyebrows at him as she shoves the blankets and pillow she'd set out for him to the side and settles down on the couch. She'll let him rant or vent as long as he needs to.]

I'm assuming it can't hear us complaining at it.

[A small part of his mind (aka Delta) is hinting that she's being a lot more accommodating than normal, but York's upset enough that he won't even try to question it. He needs it too much right now.]

I always assume the worst. What's it going to do, turn me into a panda again?

--Everybody else got to be predators, and I had to be a goddamn panda.

[Carolina can't help but allow an amused expression creep up her face.] I can't imagine you as a fearsome predator.

[Because pfffff yeah he might be (possibly?) intimidating to others, but she's never been scared by him in the slightest.] A panda sounds about right.

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Hey, I'm totally fearsome. [He looks a little hurt.] I can kick anyone's ass, okay.

I mean, okay, so poison dart frog for Wash isn't fearsome, but at least it eats something that's not bamboo.

[His eyes flicker over to Carolina. Yeah, she'd be a big feline of some type, probably. Definitely not a shark like Tex.]

[Carolina notices that gaze and just stares casually back. If the castle had its way, she'd likely be some kind of small yippy dog and something she would definitely not enjoy being. She'd prefer to be a tiger or a lioness and, well, she's understanding why he's pissed he was a panda. As long as its distracting him, she's okay with it.]

And Delta?

Red panda. Damn cute, too. [His voice softens, as it usually does when he's talking about Delta. Now there's one person who will never leave him.]

But yeah, I kinda figure there's no way it's going to be worse than it already is, so. Might as well vent about it a little.

[Carolina can't help but smile, maybe a little endeared by that softening tone. Still, she nods firmly in agreement to his second statement. She's essentially cleared her "schedule" for the rest of the night, so whatever he decides to do is what'll get done, as long as it isn't 'go off and try to pound the door open with his bare hands.' ]

Go right ahead.

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Let me know if any of this isn't okay! <3

Looks fine!

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