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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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He's studying the place like it can tell him something important, but he's not sure what.
Maybe he's just trying to avoid making her mad again. ]
Um. [ Poe looks at the flowers, then at her. ] Do you want these? Or should I wait to ask that until after. Or should I not have brought them. My dad-- [ Why is he bringing up his dad, why is his mouth doing these things. ] He always said apologies go better with flowers...?
[ Nnghk. Poe scrubs a hand through his hair. ] Look, that's what I'm trying to say. I'm sorry.
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Who knows if she'll be able to take any of it with her if she gets the chance to go back home.
Right now, Poe is her first official visitor. Too bad it's not under better circumstances. She looks at the flowers again and then a small, soft smile forms on her lips as she shakes her head. ]
You didn't have to.
[ She steps forward and takes the flowers, eyes slow to look up to his. ]
I... was out of line.
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[ He promptly closes his eyes and asks the Force to throw him out the nearest window. ]
Let me try that again.
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I'll be sure to make it harder next time.
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I am sorry for scaring you. [ He gestures toward one of the chairs I'm just going to assume is in the room somewhere. ] It wasn't drugs, and it wasn't dangerous.
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She then walks over to move a stack of files from one of the chairs at the table she slid up against the wall, ]
You say "it wasn't dangerous" and... I can't agree with that. I wish I could be as excited about as you were but I just can't.
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He waits for her to sit before doing so himself, resting his elbows against his knees and letting his hands dangle. ]
That's all right. You don't have to be. [ He pauses, then: ] There's a reason you weren't, isn't there.
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Was it that obvious?
[ Easier to joke about it than get into some of the shit she knew about the Hand and all their mystical bullshit. ]
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[ He might not know a ton about her, but he thinks it’s a fair statement from what he does know. Softly: ] You don’t have to tell me. I’d like to know, but I’d rather know if and when you’re ready to talk about it.
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She finds another jar for the flowers and starts to fill it, ]
In my world, magic and mystical stuff is either fiction or it's real and it's... some really twisted shit. People are used like they are cogs in a machine and then discarded or killed. All as a means to an end and it's never anything good.
[ She turns the water off with a little more force than is necessary, sighing again and shaking her head, not looking at him. ]
I'm sorry, I shouldn't be projecting that shit into things.
[ Which she realizes she had done -- after already doing it. ]
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[ Poe leans forward a little to scrub his hands through his hair and sighs. ] I want you to know, I didn't do it just for the hell of it. Well--I half did it for the hell of it. But it wasn't just that.
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At least you didn't get accused of a trying to start a witch hunt. Or drive some trolls to post about taking over the Quarantine.
[ She walks back over to the window with the flowers and clears a space for them on the sill. Turning back to him, ]
You did it because you love flying? That's what your friend kept saying.
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[ Poe sits up properly, leaning against the chair until it tilts onto the back two legs. ]
You remember when I told you my first memory was looking up through the canopy of my mom's A-wing? I inherited that ship when I was eight. After my mom died, I used to sleep in the cockpit, because it was the one place that felt right in the world. Took my first solo flight in it when I was ten. [ He lets the chair fall back onto all fours with a quiet thud. ] The longest I've been grounded in my life was the Naval Academy. I almost dropped out, because doing flight sims instead of the real thing was driving me insane.
[ He fumbles trying to find the right way to describe what he's getting at. ] Yeah, I'm the best at what I do. You get me behind a flightstick and I'm just shy of invincible. But there's flying because it's needed and there's just flying because you can. I can't do that here. I can't just jump in a ship and hit the sky. I get to fly for the Perimeter Guard, but it's set paths, check in points, routine patrols. There's no joy in that.
[ This is quite possibly the most honest he's been with anyone but Finn since he got here, and the most honest he's been with anyone but BB-8 since before he arrived. ] Up there I can think. The world makes sense. I know what I'm doing, who I am. I hate being here when I'm needed at home. I needed to get away from that hate before I couldn't think about anything else.
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The closest it probably gets for her is writing. Not something she ever thought she would feel passionate about.
But the more he talks, a clearer picture is painted and how flying isn't just something he's good at. It's a part of him. An essential part of him that he can't do without. At least not for too long. Slowly, she nods, understanding far more than she did. ]
Did it help? Flying like that?
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[ He opens his eyes. ] I can't hate it here so much anymore.
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Did you feel... weightless? Some people describe it like that.
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[ He blinks and orients on Karen again, lips twitching. ] Don't worry, I'm not planning on spending the rest of my life with feathers.
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At the end, however, she's able to laugh, moving her foot to nudge his playfully, ]
Good. I don't want to live a reverse Ladyhawke.
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[ He doesn't laugh, but he does smile. ]
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That's right. You wouldn't know about that, oh god.
[ She has to think about how to describe it to someone that has never seen anything like it. ]
Well, it's a story about these two lovers that are cursed by a vengeful priest and he uses black magic to turn the man into a wolf during the night and the woman into a hawk during the day. So they can never meet, never kiss or hold each other. They know what is going on but can't really change it.
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Hang on, he's just gonna be here totally not panicking for a second. He likes Karen, she's a friend, a good friend even, but.
Yeah, he's definitely getting his wires crossed somewhere. Besides, there's something more important: ]
They fix it though, right?
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Yeah, in the end.
[ She opens her mouth to go into detail and then closes it, brow furrowing. She huffs out a laugh, shaking her head. ]
Shit. I can't remember how. It's been so long since I last saw it.
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As long as they fixed it. [ He stretches his legs, feeling more relaxed than he has since--well, since before he fought with her and Rey. ] Not much of a love story if they don't get to be happy at the end, at least for a little while.