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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. ]
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He wants to kill Kylo Ren. He wants to understand how that man could have been Ben Solo.
He wants to see the hospital for what it is, stop seeing through it like it's some kind of veneer for a First Order ship, some trick of the interrogators to get him to relax. (If that's what it is, if that's what they want, it isn't working.)
He wants to hide in the memories that Ren opened up. He wants to linger in each one of them, made so new and vivid by psychic interference. He wants to burn every single one of them out of his head just to free himself from Ren's presence there.
He doesn't know who he would be without those memories.
He wants to kill Kylo Ren. ]
I'm not going to ask you to be a murderer. [ He tightens his grin on Finn's arm. ] We're not the First Order. If we take him down, we take him down in a straight fight. We will.
[ Relax, Poe thinks. Relax. As long as Finn is here, as long as he can hold on to something in the present, he's okay. ]
Would you stay? Here, I mean. 'Til they let me out.
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He could still do it. For Rey, for Poe, who would both probably go out of their way to make sure he didn't have to. He's grown new pieces of himself since he defected, but that isn't worth more somehow. He isn't worth more. He could burn his new pieces off and make that choice. Wanting to stay a person isn't more important than protecting what he's taken root in.
He could.
(The part of him that didn't fire, in the mining colony or down on Jakku, tells him that if it comes to it, even if he can, he doesn't want to. But if there's anything in the galaxy worth trying to burn that off for, he's found it already.) ]
I can stay.
[ Zero hesitation. Finn pulls back and stands up, possibly a little contradictory to the words he just said. He tries to be careful not to jostle Poe too much in the process. Time to make and enact a new game plan. Put the rest aside for later. Function. ]
Have to clean up first. Then I can head out, get some clothes-- if you want anything from the room, I can bring it back with me. And Rey's here, I called her. She'll wanna see you. She could stay until I get back. If you want.
[ Of course she would, she's Rey. Plus he has no idea where BB-8 even went in this godforsaken place of healing, so Rey is an easier promise to make. ]
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It's odd, watching someone else outline the plan and put it into motion. It's annoying not being able to help in some way. ]
Yeah, that'd be--that'd be good.
[ He can't think of anything he wants from the room. The most important things are his mother's ring and BB-8, and he has both of them. ]
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[ There's no one he'd trust more than Rey with 'watch Poe's back' duty. And Finn's a sucker for having a plan. Schedules make things easier. They break a lot down into one thing at a time.
Finn retrieves the cup first, sets it back down where it was even though it's probably a little too cracked to be of any use now. When he heads to the doorway, he leans forward to scope out the hallway looking for all the world like he's trying to case the joint for a crime of stealth. Which he is, sort of. He knows he saw the kind of supplies he's looking for earlier.
With deadly seriousness: ]
If you hear someone get busted for stealing a mop, keep the window open for me.
[ It's probably a joke. Anyway brb he's got a sidequest for a mop or paper towels or something to complete. ]
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[ Welp, off the friendo goes. For a moment, after he leaves, Poe feels a prick of panic. His anchor is gone. With Finn goes the certainty that the walls won't change, that he won't hear the comm-muffled chatter of stormtroopers in the hallway. He closes his eyes and forces himself to listen to what's actually there. The chime of machinery. The feel of the rough hospital blanket under the fingertips of one hand. The railing of the bed gripped in the other. Every minor pain, every bit of stiffness. He's here, in this moment, alive and free.
He doesn't quite have the courage to open his eyes until he hears Finn come back. ]
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Finn fails to see a mop but he returns in timely order with what may or may not be a roll of paper towels intended for refilling bathroom dispensers. They'll live without it.
He has cleaning promises to keep, which he starts on in short order. Won't take long, it's hardly anything. ]
Okay? [ A moot question, perhaps. He's fine using it interchangeably with "still alive?" ]
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[ Liar liar pants on fiiiiire.
At least when Finn leaves again, Rey comes in. And after her is a nurse, and with the nurse comes another round of drugs, and with the drugs comes sleep. His dreams are shadowy, filled with formless menace, never quite enough to wake him up. Familiar voices, distant lights, blurred and fast-moving shapes. Not quite fever dreams, but no more sensible.
When he does finally come swimming up out of the dark, it's evening outside his window. ]
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Finn is there when he resurfaces, chair pulled about as close to the side of the bed as physics can realistically allow. He's good and stocked up on his basics for a couple of days: clothes, the bedding from one of his emergency bags, a few odds and ends. He's probably been about twenty times more well-behaved as a bedside fixture than he ever will be as an uninformed waiting room fixture, so really it's win-win.
He can't figure out if they're afraid to ask him to leave or if they're just decent people. It's easy to lean in either direction depending on his mood.
Right now, Finn's taking advantage of the daylight he's got left to pick at a book of Sudoku puzzles, with what could be described as a highly unnecessary amount of serious focus for something the cover advertises as "fun for the whole family". Everyone has fun their own way, okay. Sometimes he likes his fun to be serious.
There are a few books like that in his bag; not just for him, but picked up on the off-chance that Poe is ever alert and bored enough to need one himself. Finn remembers his time here very clearly, thanks. ]