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riverviewlogs2018-02-03 01:59 pm
winscenario) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-02-03 01:59 pm
( closed ) scouting the wall
who: Jim Kirk, Beverly Crusher, Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Chyler Silva, Hana Song, Emma Swan (+ anyone else who's still interested! feel free to PM me, no worries)
what: team mission
when: February 7th - 17th
where: along the wall of the Abandoned City
warnings: monster fighting & consequent injuries at most
what: team mission
when: February 7th - 17th
where: along the wall of the Abandoned City
warnings: monster fighting & consequent injuries at most
With the prospect of more power in the near future, the Government of Riverview is looking for multiple teams of people to take a survey of the wall surrounding the Abandoned City and note all structural damage and areas where the integrity of the wall is compromised. The objective is to note the location and nature of any structural damage or interference with the tech components (laser emitters, etc.) that is compromising the integrity of the outer wall.
The team assembled by Jim Kirk will head out on the shuttle, making the trip at least far quicker, although long stretches of the wall are done by foot, in smaller groups or pairs. No one is advised to be out there on their own. Everyone will be given a handheld scanning device to study the wall, and a device similar to a tablet where they can store all the data, complete with detailed instructions on how to use both. The shuttle will be available to pick people up and drop them off at different points of the wall as needed, to try and make the trip as quick as possible.
[ ooc: this will work as a mingle log, so everyone is free to write up their own top levels and/or tag around as much as they like. ]
The team assembled by Jim Kirk will head out on the shuttle, making the trip at least far quicker, although long stretches of the wall are done by foot, in smaller groups or pairs. No one is advised to be out there on their own. Everyone will be given a handheld scanning device to study the wall, and a device similar to a tablet where they can store all the data, complete with detailed instructions on how to use both. The shuttle will be available to pick people up and drop them off at different points of the wall as needed, to try and make the trip as quick as possible.
[ ooc: this will work as a mingle log, so everyone is free to write up their own top levels and/or tag around as much as they like. ]
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[it's the alarms blaring danger zone. it's one thing to have a blade to his face, but it's another to let her put it to his throat. all his survival instincts go into overdrive and give him several different methods to remove himself from the situation.]
[instead he just looks up, as asked. he swallows once with nerves that aren't born out of feeling unsafe. it's a very very blatant display of trust, the kind he's had in jyn that goes against all his usual walls of self preservation. but here he is anyway, exposed under her fingertips.]
[it's fine.]
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she's nearly done when a twitch of her finger causes the razor to slip and she nicks him on the jawline, dropping the blade immediately with a tiny gasp and a whispered: ]
Fuck!
[ immediately she grabs the washcloth to press to his face even though there is barely even the hint of blood. ]
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[in all honesty he barely even feels it; there's just a tiny little sting, something he's done hundreds of times. still, he lets her fret. mostly. it's... kind of nice? like being cared for.]
Don't cut me open. [yeah great choice, tease her after she's already nicked him.] I'm fine.
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[ and leave the goatee obviously. ]
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The Force would not want me to have uneven facial hair. [he's not going to complain about the towel, even if it's unnecessary, just because he likes that feeling of concern.] Finish, please. I trust you.
[he... isn't sure he's ever said so aloud before? but it's something he's always made clear that it feels like he must have. she must know, at least, just from the way he is with her.]
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[ she taps her mother's necklace like BITCH I WOULD KNOW but she does lower the washcloth and breathe out a slow breath before she starts over, shaving down the goatee carefully. ]
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[when she's almost finished, he speaks up again. his voice is quiet, because he doesn't move his mouth, at least not very significantly.]
I appreciate your efforts to go against the will of the Force.
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[ her voice is just as quiet, only because she is concentrating so hard to not cut his face up. goodbye goatee, goodbye mustache. the washcloth lifts again to wipe off the excess soap before she pulls back to study her work. ]
You look so young.
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[he doesn't fidget under her scrutiny, but he feels very still in an usual way. she gets a wry, sort of self deprecating small smile.]
I am not that old.
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You look like a teenager, [ she corrects, sitting back on her feet briefly before she slips to the side and sits directly on the ground, looking up at him. ]
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[he rolls his eyes, fondly.] I told you I did not like being clean shaven.
[he runs his hand over his jaw, his chin, because she really did go lower than he likes, but it'll grow back. he doesn't really care that much.]
[once he's done, he drops his hand towards her, like he wants her to take it.] Is it really that much of a difference?
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great plan. ]
It is, but I like it. Now I know what you look like when you were younger.
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I had less scars. [he pauses, then sinks down to the floor in front of her. he likes being eye level with her better.] I suppose it might be close to how I looked then.
[without thinking (again), he just sort of tugs her hand in closer, remembering the feel of her fingers gentle on his face. it's almost like he doesn't want to relinquish that touch. he can't imagine she is that way with many people.]
[he kisses her fingers before he can stop himself, featherlight.] Thank you.
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Welcome.
[ he's right there, right in front of her, holding her hand and pressing her fingers to his lips and it's so soft and gentle and sweet that she kind of feels like maybe she imagined it. but it's still so easy, even if her brain is too busy trying to catch up with reality to really contribute anything else to the conversation.
instead she reaches up with her other hand, tracing the crinkles between his eyes. ]
Less wrinkles too. So serious. [ her face sets in an approximation of his normally serious expression. ]
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[he swallows back panic, but it dissipates completely when she doesn't jerk away, when she leans in with her free hand and touches his face again. it's still so gentle, but it's different now, because there's no practical point to it. she's being gentle with him because she can, and that's a very bizarre feeling.]
[he's so touch starved and part of him just wants to stay like this.]
[when she imitates him, his own face breaks into the smallest of smiles.] You know me so well.
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I-- [ eyes as wide as saucers, she scrambles to her feet, jerking her hand from cassian's with unintentional force and upending the dish with the water in it and spilling soapy water across the tent. ] There's--
[ frick. ]
Dinner.
[ she turns and practically sprints out of the tent. i'm sure it's fine. ]
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[she runs :(]
[it happens so fast that cassian sort of awkwardly sits there for a second before dropping his hands into his lip and sighing, worrying that maybe he shouldn't have... done that? she jerked away so quickly, but she did smile.]
[he'll just... have to be careful, he supposes. he'd apologize but she'd probably hate that, so instead he'll just worry about it all evening while still holding on to how simply nice that little fleeting moment was, whatever it was.]