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Wash has a deck of cards, a sleeping wife, and dark, puffy blotches under his eyes that do a fine job of illustrating how he's spent the night.
He's sitting on the floor of their cell with the cards arrayed in a series of complicated-looking pyramids, staring at them, shifting one there, pulling out another there, forming smaller clusters beneath the triangles as he works his way through the game.
It's just barely managing to hold his attention.
[ooc: Wash-Zoe is millitimed as chronologically being the second-to-last thread; River-Raph-Zoe is the last one.]
He's sitting on the floor of their cell with the cards arrayed in a series of complicated-looking pyramids, staring at them, shifting one there, pulling out another there, forming smaller clusters beneath the triangles as he works his way through the game.
It's just barely managing to hold his attention.
[ooc: Wash-Zoe is millitimed as chronologically being the second-to-last thread; River-Raph-Zoe is the last one.]