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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! ]
no subject
New to the Guard, is what I meant. I've noticed that most of us bring experience from our own worlds to the table, which is likely why we're assigned here in the first place.
Aerial Survey... you're a pilot, then?
no subject
[ Flight is in his blood. He'll die in the air, if he gets his way. ] Does Search and Rescue see a lot of action?
no subject
Have you ventured out yet? There’s no shortage of carnivorous wildlife out there.
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[ He drops the towel over BB-8's head dome, grinning at the resultant indignation from the droid. ] Ran into a few things that looked like they wanted to take us out to dinner.
no subject
[ Oh, but BB-8’s little outburst has suddenly captured his attention. ]
You’ll have to forgive a technologically-inept old man, but is that a robot?
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Poe tries not to laugh. ]
Droid, actually. He's his own person, isn't that right, Bee?
[ BB-8.... blows an electronic raspberry. ] ...He says yes.
no subject
That doesn’t sound very much like a yes to him— in fact it sounds more like he’s offended the little guy, so he offers up an apologetic smile. ]
Sorry if I caused offense. Before I came here I had never even seen a microwave before. I’m still trying to learn.
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Poe nudges BB-8 with his toe. ] Play nice.
[ The little droid settles, mumbling to itself, and Poe nudges him again. The droid's head-dome swivels to look up at Poe and whistle annoyance, before BB-8 relents and makes an apologetic noise in X'rhun's direction. ] That's better. It's fine. Some of the tech here has been weird for us, too. It's... different. And magic, that's completely new.
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Ah, where I come from is very heavy on the magic, very light on the technology, so I find myself with the opposite problem.
[ That, and technology was the primary weapon of the people who invaded and conquered his homeland. Seeing it so widely used, and not mainly as a weapon of war, still takes some getting used to, even all these months later. ]
no subject
[ What's that saying about adventure? Something something adventure is someone else's life going very wrong very far away? Anyway, if Poe weren't so concerned with getting home, there's a part of him that could enjoy this whole experience. Unfortunately, that part of himself is packed away in a box that says "open after the war." ] Is it bad I'm glad we're not the only ones floundering around?
no subject
[ Even months down the line, this place is still an adventure for him. There’s always something to learn, some new person from a world unlike any of the others he’s even heard about. ]
Not at all. It helps to be able to commiserate, I think. We are all fish out of water here to some degree.
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He's trying to understand that desire, he really is, but there's so much to do at home that understanding is a fleeting thing at best. ]
How long have you been here?
no subject
Ah... close to four moons- months, rather- I believe.
no subject
no subject
[ He watches Poe fuss with his hands a moment before giving a nod. ]
I shan't keep you if you wish to resume your training. If you have any further questions, please feel free to ask.
no subject
[ He doesn't want to stay. He doesn't even want to want to stay. ]
Oh--thanks. [ He offers one freshly-wrapped hand in a handshake. ] We'll be seeing each other, I'm guessing.
no subject
For certain. I can usually be found milling around.
Take care.
[ And now, it's off to go beat the crap out of a training dummy with a rapier! ]