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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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[ 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. ]