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volitaunt) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-12-15 07:05 pm
[ open ] well I've got thick skin and an elastic heart
who: Poe Dameron AND YOOOOU
what: catchall log
when: mid-to-end-of December
where: here, there, every--that's a lie, it's mostly in the hospital and a bar
warnings: References to spinal injuries, general fight-accrued damage. Some drinking. Will add as necessary. This post is SPOILER FREE unless the comments themselves are labeled otherwise. Any character details not previously known from TFA are sourced from the TLJ visual dictionary and are not mentioned in the film.
i. general hospital - closed to existing CR/hospital staff
[ He was wrong about his back not being hurt. It's fractured, to be precise, three vertebrae cracked from where he hit that tree. The ribs, as suspected, are just out-and-out broken. He has internal bleeding, though nothing too terribly severe. Enough to explain the blood in his mouth.
"Blunt force trauma," he says to one of the nurses before he's put under for treatment. "Not the most fun way to go."
The first night in the hospital he refuses visitors.
He needs space. Time to think. The only one he lets in is BB-8, and then only because he couldn't stand the thought of the droid rolling around the communal housing building alone, fussing to himself in a language only Rey can understand.
Human company is too much. He almost says no to visitors in the morning, too, but by then he doesn't have the excuse of exhaustion from treatment to hide behind. It's the fact that he's hiding, more than anything else, that gets him to open the figurative door.
He's too tired to pretend to be all right. Instead, he's just laying in his bed in a hospital gown, rolling his mother's ring between his fingers on the end of the chain around his neck. ]
ii. barrrr idk titles man - open
[ Poe is at what can only be called His Usual Place at this point. He is not, however, at his Usual Stool.
Instead he's at a table near the back, having a stare down with a glass of whiskey.
Anyone who knows Poe well enough to have gone out for a drink with him knows that he adheres pretty strictly to tonic and lime. Anyone who's asked knows it's not because he's a teetotaler. It's habit, plain and simple, the determination to be sober should the need for emergency action arise.
It's finally hitting him after almost a month that there's no emergency action to deal with here, not that the Perimeter Guard can't handle without him.
And after what he's learned about Kylo Ren, about his relationship with Leia--nope bye not thinking about it, it's all he's done the past few days.
Poe knocks back the drink in one go and gags. ] Oh, kriffing--
[ A tiny, watery-eyed wheeze. ] Holy Savior Unborn.
iii. it's oscar isaac this was going to happen eventually - open
[ Up on the communal housing rooftop, Poe is giving BB-8 an oil bath the old-fashioned way. Meaning he has a big plastic tub. That is full of oil. And BB-8 is in it. Also, there is a sponge, that a gloved Poe keeps dipping in the oil to scrub over the surface of his droid.
BB-8 has several maintenance arms deployed, and yeah, sorta seems to be splashing around in the oil like a two year old in a bubble bath.
Poe is singing to him. The song of choice is All My Loving by the Beatles. ENJOY. ]
iv. why this - open
[ There are seven of them. Seven holocubes of the most embarrassing image ever to bear Poe Dameron's face, andbefore the Hosnian Cataclysm there were a lot of pictures of Poe Dameron doing stupid shit in his Academy days.
But no, this is worse, and they dumped seven of these things on him. They didn't even give him something to carry them in. He just has to walk back to the communal building juggling seven goddamn holocubes programmed with Yolo Ziff's gag poster, the thing that finally benched him from running any more "undercover" missions for Leia. At least until Jakku.
He keeps dropping them, all the way back to the communal building, and every time he does, the damn things turn on. ]
v. wildcarddddd
[ HMU aw yeah. ]
what: catchall log
when: mid-to-end-of December
where: here, there, every--that's a lie, it's mostly in the hospital and a bar
warnings: References to spinal injuries, general fight-accrued damage. Some drinking. Will add as necessary. This post is SPOILER FREE unless the comments themselves are labeled otherwise. Any character details not previously known from TFA are sourced from the TLJ visual dictionary and are not mentioned in the film.
i. general hospital - closed to existing CR/hospital staff
[ He was wrong about his back not being hurt. It's fractured, to be precise, three vertebrae cracked from where he hit that tree. The ribs, as suspected, are just out-and-out broken. He has internal bleeding, though nothing too terribly severe. Enough to explain the blood in his mouth.
"Blunt force trauma," he says to one of the nurses before he's put under for treatment. "Not the most fun way to go."
The first night in the hospital he refuses visitors.
He needs space. Time to think. The only one he lets in is BB-8, and then only because he couldn't stand the thought of the droid rolling around the communal housing building alone, fussing to himself in a language only Rey can understand.
Human company is too much. He almost says no to visitors in the morning, too, but by then he doesn't have the excuse of exhaustion from treatment to hide behind. It's the fact that he's hiding, more than anything else, that gets him to open the figurative door.
He's too tired to pretend to be all right. Instead, he's just laying in his bed in a hospital gown, rolling his mother's ring between his fingers on the end of the chain around his neck. ]
ii. barrrr idk titles man - open
[ Poe is at what can only be called His Usual Place at this point. He is not, however, at his Usual Stool.
Instead he's at a table near the back, having a stare down with a glass of whiskey.
Anyone who knows Poe well enough to have gone out for a drink with him knows that he adheres pretty strictly to tonic and lime. Anyone who's asked knows it's not because he's a teetotaler. It's habit, plain and simple, the determination to be sober should the need for emergency action arise.
It's finally hitting him after almost a month that there's no emergency action to deal with here, not that the Perimeter Guard can't handle without him.
And after what he's learned about Kylo Ren, about his relationship with Leia--nope bye not thinking about it, it's all he's done the past few days.
Poe knocks back the drink in one go and gags. ] Oh, kriffing--
[ A tiny, watery-eyed wheeze. ] Holy Savior Unborn.
iii. it's oscar isaac this was going to happen eventually - open
[ Up on the communal housing rooftop, Poe is giving BB-8 an oil bath the old-fashioned way. Meaning he has a big plastic tub. That is full of oil. And BB-8 is in it. Also, there is a sponge, that a gloved Poe keeps dipping in the oil to scrub over the surface of his droid.
BB-8 has several maintenance arms deployed, and yeah, sorta seems to be splashing around in the oil like a two year old in a bubble bath.
Poe is singing to him. The song of choice is All My Loving by the Beatles. ENJOY. ]
iv. why this - open
[ There are seven of them. Seven holocubes of the most embarrassing image ever to bear Poe Dameron's face, and
But no, this is worse, and they dumped seven of these things on him. They didn't even give him something to carry them in. He just has to walk back to the communal building juggling seven goddamn holocubes programmed with Yolo Ziff's gag poster, the thing that finally benched him from running any more "undercover" missions for Leia. At least until Jakku.
He keeps dropping them, all the way back to the communal building, and every time he does, the damn things turn on. ]
v. wildcarddddd
[ HMU aw yeah. ]
no subject
It's hard to believe only this was the final straw. [RELENTLESS. never give up, never surrender, no mercy.]
[he does not give the cube back yet, playing it off as being distracted by the other ones still on display.] Did the same pilot decide to share his work with a wider audience?
no subject
[ HE DEFINITELY DID SPY STUFF, CASSIAN. ]
He says it wasn't him, and there were enough of these around the base for a bit that I believe him.
no subject
And did they work?
[WELL?? did such a dashing poster lure more people into the resistance, poe dameron???]
no subject
Black Squadron would like you, and it would be terrible.
[ He sighs, finally picking up and mostly switching off the holocubes. There are still bits of his face against one wall.]
And yeah. Yes. All right? They worked. They worked! And before you ask I don't know how well they worked because I really don't want to know.
no subject
Your fellow Starfighters, I presume?
[at least he looks amused right now thanks to the posters instead of his usual perpetual grump.]
[with the utmost (fake) solemnity:] Recruitment is a very important job. You should be proud.
[it is very important, don't get him wrong, but it doesn't mean he can't keep teasing poe about the posters anyway.]
no subject
[ There's a flicker of challenge in his eyes when he says that. They only went after First Order ships, or targets like the Hevurion Grace. It's one of the reasons First Order thugs are so comfortable calling him a criminal, and he bears it from them with pleasure. It's not even that he thinks Cassian will judge him for it, it's just... automatic. It's pride, it's the idea that anyone could question what Leia deems necessary for the survival and progress of the Resistance.
And Poe promptly unravels any tension that might have existed by rolling his eyes. ] Yolo Ziff should be proud. He is proud. He's never going to let me forget it.
no subject
[cassian very much relates to yolo ziff right now. he would not let poe forget this either.] Your friend is doing good work for the Resistance in both cases. I am not sure anyone at all is going to forget.
[he has definitely by now stashed the holocube somewhere on his person, but he would be a terrible spy if poe noticed this happening, so who is to stay when it occurred exactly?????? mystery.mp3.]
no subject
[ AND POE HAS NOT NOTICED because while his situational awareness is great in a dogfight, he's not a sneak sneak and has no reason to be hyperaware at the moment. Because it's Cassian! And he trusts Cassian!
(Betrayed by his faith.) ]
I'm going to... [ He holds up his handfulls of cubes. ] Get these somewhere I won't keep dropping them. I guess I might see you when you get back to your room that is on this floor.
no subject
[he does not look called out by this. he looks more amused again, raising his eyebrow ever so slightly.]
You never asked. [so why should he have brought up where he lives!!!] Can you handle opening the door, or should I leave you to your privacy before you drop them again?
no subject
[ What? RUDE? A JERK? Poe realizes abruptly that he doesn't just want the best for Cassian, he likes Cassian, which would have been obvious to anyone who wasn't Poe. He likes him and he's going to miss him when Poe, Finn, and Rey's part in this place ends. ]
--going to get a list of questions now. I hope you know that. What's your favorite food, what's your favorite color. It's going to happen.
no subject
Will you pin them to my door? I cannot stop you from asking, but I won't guarantee any answers either.
[dropping a bunch of questions on a spy may not be the best way to get said answers, poe dameron. would he have told poe where he lived if asked before now?? honestly who knows.]
no subject
Right to the front. I'd say I'll know if you lie but that would also be lying.
[ HE'S STILL GONNA REMEMBER ALL THE ANSWERS THO. ]
no subject
Catching a spy in a lie is a decent challenge. [he claps poe briefly on the shoulder. the holocube is still stashed on him. it amuses him alongside what he says.] Good luck.
[figuring out the answers?? getting his holocubes inside??? hiding them from anyone else??? existing in life??? all of the above??????]
no subject
I mean, it takes him enough effort just to hang onto his remaining cubes and unlock his front door.
BYE CASSIAN. ]