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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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As for the Force...there's a shake of her head.]
I don't know. I don't want to get into another battle with Kylo Ren and give him any opportunity to gain the upper hand. I don't want him to...[Get inside her head again. He managed to do it once, and unless she could find out a way to strengthen her mental walls, he could possibly do it again.] I don't want to give him any advantages.
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[ He lets the chain drop, the ring now resting on the outside of his shirt. ]
I understand that. [ Yeah, he sounds Extra Grim when he says that. ] I wouldn't want to give him any either.
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There’s a nod of her head, unsure if she should comment on it or not.]
I wasn’t sure if I would survive the last battle we had. [ She admits softly. ] He has every opportunity to kill me, instead... [ She looks down at her glass, a bitter smile comes across her face. ] Kept saying he should be my teacher.
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Never. ] What in the galaxy--he kidnapped you. You helped blow Starkiller away. What--
[ ? ??? ????????? ] He's insane.
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[The boy who killed Han. The man who betrayed his family, who threw away everything that Rey had ever wanted. All for power...but he saw something in her. He caused the Force to awaken within her...
She knocked back the rest of her drink, putting the glass down on the hardwood and pushed it away from her.]
Kidnapped me, got into my mind, and I forced him out. I saw his greatest fear... For all I've done, he still looked at me, saw the promise of power and still offered.
[Her voice was distant then, recalling those memories.]
Insane doesn't even begin to cover it.
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Poe feels sick. He takes another careful sip of the tonic, hoping maybe it will settle his stomach.
There's something else, too, in what Rey says. For all I've done, he still offered. It makes his skin creep, and he can't put his finger on why. ]
What was it? His fear?
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[The words are spoken in a cold, distant manner with Rey dwelling on those memories for a moment longer until she snaps herself out of it. She turns to look at Poe, and her friend doesn't seem to be doing well.]
...You need to go lay down.
[Or at least...maybe start to head back to their place and rest.]
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[ It's a lie! Whee!
Besides, he's more interested in the fact that Ren is even more obsessed with Darth Vader than Poe had any reason to suspect. Yeah, the First Order's attack dog has gone to great lengths to style himself after Vader, but there are plenty of reasons for that. The legacy of fear, the iconography of empire. But to actually fear he will never be as powerful?
It's interesting. ]
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She leaves her glass on the table and reaches over to rest her hand on his shoulder.]
Come on, let's head back.
[No need to argue if he's fine or not. Clearly he isn't but, no need to get into an argument about it.]
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Poe slides off the stool and stretches. When he pays, it's well in excess of the cost of their food and drinks. ] ...It's dumb to ask if you're okay, after what he did, isn't it.
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She gets down from the stool in favor of following behind Poe as they leave. There's some time before she answers his question in a soft voice.]
It's not dumb...I haven't really spoken about it. Finn and Cisco know, but...for how I feel. [Another pause as she looks for the right words.] I sometimes dream about that, and wake up in a panic until I get my bearings.
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Well, the odds are good that they've noticed him, too. They walk almost a block in silence as he steels himself, finally saying: ] Me too.
[ Six people, Poe thinks. This makes six people who know what Kylo Ren did. ]
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He knew the power of Kylo Ren. He knew first hand the last damage of that. She wants to reach out to him, to hold his hand or hug him...but she didn't want her words to be taken as pity...]
...I'm sorry.
[It's the only thing she can say. Sorry that he went through that...and she wishes she could take it away.]
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(As though he's been rolling things off, lately. As though he hasn't been getting more and more tense over things he can't change.) ]
It happened. [ He puts an arm around her shoulders and gives her a small, sideways hug. ] Nothing to do about it.