It takes a few hours for Wash to get acclimated to the idea that the mission is essentially a couples' spa retreat, but once he's in, he's determined to make the most of it. To that end, he can be found all over the grounds: walking through the glades and admiring the scenery; soaking in the hot pools at the spa; at the beach, either lying on the sand in nothing but swim trunks or chest-deep in the ocean, petting an affectionate frella ray like it's a very large cat.
His hologram projector alters his appearance slightly - removing telling scars, adjusting facial features - but to those who know him, he's still definitely recognizable.
Closed to Chief
It's not that he's nervous, per se. The spacefuture Newlyweds game had been a lot more difficult than this, and they'd opted out of sharing memories on the off-chance that insanity is contagious, so the singing stones are all that are left. So here they are, standing just outside the ring, and Wash is...hesitating, honestly.
He's not sure he wants to hear what his life's story sounds like.
He doesn't really have a choice in the matter.
He looks up at Chief and shrugs. "One at a time or together?" Not that the answer matters, or that he's stalling. He's fine. It's fine. Everything's fine.
Wash
It takes a few hours for Wash to get acclimated to the idea that the mission is essentially a couples' spa retreat, but once he's in, he's determined to make the most of it. To that end, he can be found all over the grounds: walking through the glades and admiring the scenery; soaking in the hot pools at the spa; at the beach, either lying on the sand in nothing but swim trunks or chest-deep in the ocean, petting an affectionate frella ray like it's a very large cat.
His hologram projector alters his appearance slightly - removing telling scars, adjusting facial features - but to those who know him, he's still definitely recognizable.
Closed to Chief
It's not that he's nervous, per se. The spacefuture Newlyweds game had been a lot more difficult than this, and they'd opted out of sharing memories
on the off-chance that insanity is contagious, so the singing stones are all that are left. So here they are, standing just outside the ring, and Wash is...hesitating, honestly.He's not sure he wants to hear what his life's story sounds like.
He doesn't really have a choice in the matter.
He looks up at Chief and shrugs. "One at a time or together?" Not that the answer matters, or that he's stalling. He's fine. It's fine. Everything's fine.