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riverviewlogs2017-11-20 06:26 pm
volitaunt) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-11-20 06:26 pm
[open] so don't stop me now
who: Poe Dameron (and by extension BB-8) + YOU
what: Catchall log
when: The remainder of November
where: Multiple locations
warnings: None at the moment, will edit as needed.
i. perimeter guard: aerial survey & exploration
[ Poe ismaking out with getting to know the Intrepid. At the moment he's underneath the ship on a rolling dolly, keeping up a steady stream of commentary to BB-8 while he roots around in an open panel.
BB-8 is next to him, projecting a hologram of the inner workings of the ship. ]
--deflectors aren't bad, but this baby has nothing on an X-wing. No offense. [ That last bit is directed at the ship, which he pats before going back into its insides. ] I'm thinking we can squeeze a little more speed out of these thrusters if we modify the thermal vents. What do you think, buddy?
[ BB-8 chirrups his support for the idea as Poe emerges again, hair sticking up from sweat and face marked with grease. ] Need to clear it with Jim first. Man, if Jess were here, she'd go to town on this thing.
ii. also... perimeter.... guard..........
[ Poe isn't really the weight lifting type. It's boring, for one thing. A static exercise. If he can't be in the air, he'd rather be in motion.
Which is why he's in the Perimeter Guard's fitness area whaling away on a few of the standing targets instead. Kicks, punches, all relatively basic moves executed at high speed. He knows enough to get by in a hand-to-hand combat scenario, but he's no advanced martial artist. The moves he knows are enough to get him a full-body workout, and that's good enough for him. His accuracy isn't great, not when his muscles protest this particularly vigorous abuse, not with the numbness in his arms and legs that gives way to tingling pain somewhere close to the surface of his skin. It makes him grateful the First Order didn't go after his hands. He can deal with the time it takes for the rest to heal.
--Also, he's talking to BB-8 the whole time he moves, conversation punctuated with grunts and the sounds of impact. ] --can't let ourselves get comfortable, you know? We-- need to be ready to-- move at a moment's notice.
[ He pauses, and BB-8 rolls over to the edge of the practice mat with a towel held in one maintenance grip and a water bottle in another. Poe takes both, taking a drink and wiping his face, speaking while his face is in the towel. ] Need to figure out a high-speed way to get a hold of Rey and Finn, so if they line the portal up or whatever it is they need to do we can hit it together. A kind of emergency signal.
iii. a park
[ He's jogging, focused on the motion of legs and arms, entirely absorbed in the rhythm. BB-8 rolls along in his wake, the droid more interested in their surroundings and the things in them than keeping up. At least since they're in public he's not rambling at his droid this time??
But you can bet if BB-8 sees something interesting or someone familiar, he'll detour away from his owner. ]
iv. a bar!
[ Poe doesn't drink much, and he doesn't let his pilots drink either. It's too much of a risk when they need to be ready to move the second intel or orders come in. Still, he likes people watching, and bars are a pretty good place to do it. (BB-8 elected to stay at the communal housing building.)
He is definitely not trying to avoid sleeping, because he's definitely not getting more tense with every day that goes past. Old habits, though. He's nursing a tonic with lime, since it's what the bar tender suggested for someone who doesn't want alcohol. ]
v. wildcard
[ Something else? Hit me! ]
what: Catchall log
when: The remainder of November
where: Multiple locations
warnings: None at the moment, will edit as needed.
i. perimeter guard: aerial survey & exploration
[ Poe is
BB-8 is next to him, projecting a hologram of the inner workings of the ship. ]
--deflectors aren't bad, but this baby has nothing on an X-wing. No offense. [ That last bit is directed at the ship, which he pats before going back into its insides. ] I'm thinking we can squeeze a little more speed out of these thrusters if we modify the thermal vents. What do you think, buddy?
[ BB-8 chirrups his support for the idea as Poe emerges again, hair sticking up from sweat and face marked with grease. ] Need to clear it with Jim first. Man, if Jess were here, she'd go to town on this thing.
ii. also... perimeter.... guard..........
[ Poe isn't really the weight lifting type. It's boring, for one thing. A static exercise. If he can't be in the air, he'd rather be in motion.
Which is why he's in the Perimeter Guard's fitness area whaling away on a few of the standing targets instead. Kicks, punches, all relatively basic moves executed at high speed. He knows enough to get by in a hand-to-hand combat scenario, but he's no advanced martial artist. The moves he knows are enough to get him a full-body workout, and that's good enough for him. His accuracy isn't great, not when his muscles protest this particularly vigorous abuse, not with the numbness in his arms and legs that gives way to tingling pain somewhere close to the surface of his skin. It makes him grateful the First Order didn't go after his hands. He can deal with the time it takes for the rest to heal.
--Also, he's talking to BB-8 the whole time he moves, conversation punctuated with grunts and the sounds of impact. ] --can't let ourselves get comfortable, you know? We-- need to be ready to-- move at a moment's notice.
[ He pauses, and BB-8 rolls over to the edge of the practice mat with a towel held in one maintenance grip and a water bottle in another. Poe takes both, taking a drink and wiping his face, speaking while his face is in the towel. ] Need to figure out a high-speed way to get a hold of Rey and Finn, so if they line the portal up or whatever it is they need to do we can hit it together. A kind of emergency signal.
iii. a park
[ He's jogging, focused on the motion of legs and arms, entirely absorbed in the rhythm. BB-8 rolls along in his wake, the droid more interested in their surroundings and the things in them than keeping up. At least since they're in public he's not rambling at his droid this time??
But you can bet if BB-8 sees something interesting or someone familiar, he'll detour away from his owner. ]
iv. a bar!
[ Poe doesn't drink much, and he doesn't let his pilots drink either. It's too much of a risk when they need to be ready to move the second intel or orders come in. Still, he likes people watching, and bars are a pretty good place to do it. (BB-8 elected to stay at the communal housing building.)
He is definitely not trying to avoid sleeping, because he's definitely not getting more tense with every day that goes past. Old habits, though. He's nursing a tonic with lime, since it's what the bar tender suggested for someone who doesn't want alcohol. ]
v. wildcard
[ Something else? Hit me! ]
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[ Which is not exactly how it went, but it's close enough. He's not going to talk about how badly things went after that point. Fuckin' Terex. ] You?
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[He says that as though it's a perfectly normal thing for someone to do.]
What's a droid?
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They're.... droids. [ Suddenly he wishes BB-8 had come with him instead of hanging out with Finn and Rey. ] Complex AI. BB-8 -- that's my unit -- he's an astromech, which means he's specifically designed as a flight assistant and tech.
[ Poe warms to the subject, thinking of his friend. ] They're smart, adaptive, and I swear sometimes I'll catch Bee daydreaming. They're not supposed to be able to do that, but I'm not convinced.
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So like, robots?
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They're a lot more than robots.
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[What he means is: he's not used to such advanced technology, so he's dumbing it down for himself.]
Also, I know some lovely robots, nothing wrong with being a robot. Noelle saved our entire asses once but she's a ghost-in-a-robot-body, not a computer.
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Wait-- ghost? What kind of ghost? [ Like Force ghost or ghost-ghost because he's pretty sure he only believes in one of those or at least he did until this weirdass place. ]
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[Taako hates Lucas, news at 11]
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[ That sure is a sentence he just said. ]
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You wanna hear the best part? [He's not giving Poe a chance to respond to that, it's a rhetorical question, but Taako does drop his voice to a half-whisper as if this is a secret.] I've been on a date with a ghost.
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How-- With the ghost in the robot or was this a different ghost?
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[Fuck is a unit of measurement and that's how gay he is.]
Technically Kravitz is the grim reaper, so he's like the ghost cops? Luckily he's got magic enough to make himself a body, which most ghosts cannot do.
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Bantha shit.
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[She was an umbrella at the time.]
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Two weeks ago, even, I would have said you were on Dreamdust. You took the grim reaper on a date to a pottery class.
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My man, I haven't even gotten started on the weird shit. I also summoned the grim reaper from his spooky ghost plane using a quarter mile piece of glass that I turned into sapphire.
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That-- Seems. Hard. [ NO PUN INTENDED??? Okay no the pun was totally intended. ]
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[That pun, he means.]
Transmutation is actually real easy.
[He reaches out to tap Poe's glass, turning it to amethyst. It won't stay that way forever, but Taako is very good at this kind of magic.]
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Do yours.
[ HE IS FOREVER TWELVE OK. ]
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[Magic isn't supposed to be used for tricks to impress people, and yet here he is.]
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[ As though Taako doesn't do that like every two seconds. ]
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Once upon a time I used this shit for my cooking show, just you know, with ingredients instead of fancy gemstones, but the principal is the same.
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You know, I don't think there is? [Wait! He snaps his fingers.] Have not fucked a god, there's that.
[Why is he so lewd.]
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