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Wash ambles in, looking rather more unkempt than usual. Not that he ever looks particularly, er, kempt, but his Hawaiian shirt seems markedly less bright for all the flecks of engine grease on it, and there are a few broad smudges of the same stuff streaking his forehead and hands. It's been a busy, busy day.
He pauses by the messageboard, silently reading the notice, and draws his bottom lip between his teeth, considering, for several long moments. Back out the door he goes.
Fifteen minutes later, he returns with a single grey blanket folded under his arm. It's the only thing he can think of that wouldn't be missed, or that the crew could afford to spare if things went south for the umpteenth time. With no clue as to where to drop it off, he heads over to the bar.
He pauses by the messageboard, silently reading the notice, and draws his bottom lip between his teeth, considering, for several long moments. Back out the door he goes.
Fifteen minutes later, he returns with a single grey blanket folded under his arm. It's the only thing he can think of that wouldn't be missed, or that the crew could afford to spare if things went south for the umpteenth time. With no clue as to where to drop it off, he heads over to the bar.
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