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volitaunt) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-11-14 12:14 pm
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[closed] all hail the underdogs
who: The Barbershop Trio Poe, Finn, and Rey
what: STAR WARS: THE REUNION CONTINUES
when: The night after they all find each other(ish)
where: Poe's room
warnings: None atm
The past few days have been A Lot. It would be a lot even without what he learned after getting here. It would be a lot even if it was just the fact that Rey and Finn are also stuck, that Rey has been here largely alone for two months.
But the universe--any universe--no longer makes reasonable sense. He was here before. There are ships out there, somewhere, that raise the dead. Magic is real, undeniably real. There are heroes who died on Scarif walking around alive and well. He was here before, and he left Rey behind.
At least he's got BB-8. The droid has always been the one he rambles at when he's got something on his mind, and it's no different now. He keeps relatively quiet when they're shopping, except to comment on lists of radioactive-sounding ingredients he's never heard of before. He keeps quiet as he picks out gummy bears and a cookie (oreos) that looks like what she described. He keeps quiet as he gets a broad sampling of dinner food from three different restaurants. (All of them relatively spicy, okay, he likes spicy. At least he got half of the dishes mild, just in case.)
But when they're back in his quarters, all bets are off. Off he goes, spending a good ten minutes filling BB-8 in on everything he learned while he and the droid were separated. Eventually he winds back around to his previous self and his own disappearance.
"It doesn't make sense. Not the part with me being here before--I mean, that doesn't make sense either, but." He sets the food out on the table, Rey's chosen sweets near the center. "You know me, buddy, I wouldn't leave her alone. Not voluntarily, not because I wanted to. These people, I don't know what they're keeping from us or why, but they're-- They have to be lying about something."
BB-8 trills agreement, rolling in a circle around the table as Poe works. "The question is what to even do about it. How do we investigate? The people who live here, they seem..."
Happy. He can't get his head around it. How anyone could be satisfied here, taken from their homes, taken from their lives. He's lived with the desperate need for action for so long it's hard to function any other way. The empty hours he's already had in Quarantine are enough to make him climb the walls. Never mind the fact that he's quickly approaching a week on the ground, without even a patrol flight to help him get clear of the mental mess he's wallowing in.
Poe stops to stare at the table without really seeing it. "We've got to get back, Bee. Never mind finding out what happened to me before. If we stay too long I might go nuts."
what: STAR WARS: THE REUNION CONTINUES
when: The night after they all find each other(ish)
where: Poe's room
warnings: None atm
The past few days have been A Lot. It would be a lot even without what he learned after getting here. It would be a lot even if it was just the fact that Rey and Finn are also stuck, that Rey has been here largely alone for two months.
But the universe--any universe--no longer makes reasonable sense. He was here before. There are ships out there, somewhere, that raise the dead. Magic is real, undeniably real. There are heroes who died on Scarif walking around alive and well. He was here before, and he left Rey behind.
At least he's got BB-8. The droid has always been the one he rambles at when he's got something on his mind, and it's no different now. He keeps relatively quiet when they're shopping, except to comment on lists of radioactive-sounding ingredients he's never heard of before. He keeps quiet as he picks out gummy bears and a cookie (oreos) that looks like what she described. He keeps quiet as he gets a broad sampling of dinner food from three different restaurants. (All of them relatively spicy, okay, he likes spicy. At least he got half of the dishes mild, just in case.)
But when they're back in his quarters, all bets are off. Off he goes, spending a good ten minutes filling BB-8 in on everything he learned while he and the droid were separated. Eventually he winds back around to his previous self and his own disappearance.
"It doesn't make sense. Not the part with me being here before--I mean, that doesn't make sense either, but." He sets the food out on the table, Rey's chosen sweets near the center. "You know me, buddy, I wouldn't leave her alone. Not voluntarily, not because I wanted to. These people, I don't know what they're keeping from us or why, but they're-- They have to be lying about something."
BB-8 trills agreement, rolling in a circle around the table as Poe works. "The question is what to even do about it. How do we investigate? The people who live here, they seem..."
Happy. He can't get his head around it. How anyone could be satisfied here, taken from their homes, taken from their lives. He's lived with the desperate need for action for so long it's hard to function any other way. The empty hours he's already had in Quarantine are enough to make him climb the walls. Never mind the fact that he's quickly approaching a week on the ground, without even a patrol flight to help him get clear of the mental mess he's wallowing in.
Poe stops to stare at the table without really seeing it. "We've got to get back, Bee. Never mind finding out what happened to me before. If we stay too long I might go nuts."