(Untitled)

[wash_drives]

Wash was holed up in a corner of 202, drawing idly and humming a song which had no discernable beginning, middle, or end. It was an utterly nebulous tune. Well, it would be more appropriate to say that he was singing, as he had stopped, due to a large pillow being hefted at his head by a blonde woman stretched out of one of the sofas. Beka smiled

Comments

[badsidemanner]

And there is an appearance! Of a doctor! Who is i desperate need of a razor, clothes that fit him, and some rehab.

He goes to poke among the food, muttering. He ignores both Wash and Beka, though he does give the latter what can best be desribeed as The Hairy Eyeball.

[rocketsgrownup]

She stuck her tongue out at him sophomorically, "Whassap, Doc?"

Hey, bitterness can wait until the end of tinned corn.

[michaeljangelo]

It wasn't as good a night as he'd hoped. Crib or no crib. Bed or no bed. It's cold and neither Mike nor Shadow slept well.

Mike, dressed in all his clothing in an attempt get and maintain warmth, enters the common room with Shadow clinging to his neck. She is one conflict away from a full blown tantrum.

[wash_drives]

Wash looked up, blinked momentarily at the sight of a turtle carrying a baby, and then his mind went into full-blown daddy mode.

"Hey," He stood up and smiled at Mike and Shadow, "Can I help the two of you out?"

[michaeljangelo]

"Yeah, can you plug up the sink. It'll make it easier to drown her."

Shadow whines, and then reaches out smacking Mike in the face with a loud smack.

[wash_drives]

Wash bit his lip to stop himself from laughing, "Here, do you want me to hold her for a second? I don't bite, swear."

He winked at Shadow before looking back up at Mike, "I'm sorry, my name's Wash, I'm one of the small army of engineers."