[ closed/open ] Highway to the danger zone

[volitaunt]

who: Poe + CR + ALSO YOU, MAYBE??
what: Catch-all with closed and open prompts
when: April/May
where: ALL AROUND LE TOWN, more prompts to come i'm sure
warnings: Poe attempting to babysit ten thousand tiny Star Warses and then self-destructing when he doesn't have that distraction any more???

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[volitaunt]

You are.

[ Poe gets up and fetches his lil communication device/phone/whatever we're calling the network access things these days and dials up their usual pizza place. ]

Solves the problem of what to feed everyone else, too.

[ How much pizza can he get away with feeding these children? He's gonna find out. He will even voluntarily order one half of the pizza with broccoli, just for Finn.

It doesn't even occur to him to reprimand Finn for his tone. His tone is just Finnlike, reassuring in its small way. His friend is still in there, even in the shape of a neurotic child soldier. ]

[bythehand]

[ Yeah idk I usually just go with phone bc I'm lazy.

Finn is still 100% watching him like a hawk. That's his new and only hobby now, I guess. Unravel your mysteries, Poe Dameron. You're the only adult he's met so far who seems like a prime mystery unraveling candidate.

He really doesn't usually get to ask a lot of questions. ]

Where are you from?

[volitaunt]

[ That takes Poe by surprise. ]

Uh, Yavin. Yavin Four. One second.

[ He orders the pizzas as quickly as he can, one cheese with half broccoli, one sausage and pepperoni, then hangs up. ]

I lived on Hosnian Prime for a while, but I'm from Yavin Four.

when you think your inbox is handled but you find a week+ old tag

[bythehand]

[ So interrupting something is okay. Not okay-okay. Just not not okay. And yet he can't climb out a window to look for something that doesn't exist on this planet.

He almost hopes he forgets all about this place when he goes back. It's inconsistent.

FN-2187 knows presumably the third grade U.S. history class version of historical events. That is, brief, basic, and heavily biased to make the Empire look better. He's passingly familiar with Yavin. It was a Death Star thing. ]

So you're from the Republic. [ Disappointed, but not surprised. It makes sense. ]

it me

[volitaunt]

[ Poe's expression softens at the sound of disappointment. God, the misinformation the First Order must have fed these kids. A diet of lies from before they could hold a blaster all the way up until their deployment in the field. ]

I'm from the Republic. I served in the New Republic Navy for almost ten years.

[bythehand]

[ Realistically, it's like, what did he honestly expect? It couldn't be clearer that Poe's not First Order. In pretty much every possible way. That he doesn't exactly care for it.

A supporter would have been nice? Because Poe is nice. Even if he's weird. But this is what happens when you get carried away. Try to overlook the obvious. You find yourself sitting in someone's kitchen and finding out they're not only Republic, they're military. It kind of... hurts?

FN-2187 takes to heart a valuable lesson about assuming that probably matches some weird hype lecture his cadre got once upon a time. He sets his fork back down onto the table, neatly parallel to the unused butter knife. And rather like an old lady who heard a political opinion she Doesn't Care For at a big family holiday affair, plus the comparatively shabby composure of a 10 year old: ]

Well, I hope I don't have to kill you.

[ For what it's worth, he guesses. That's right. He's going full Fox And The Hound and no one is here to stop him. The "in trouble for this later" jackpot probably just doubled. It's strangely not his top concern. ]

[volitaunt]

[ Poe didn't know there was a single sentence out there in the cosmos that could break his heart entirely. He tries to smile at Finn, tries to make some small expression that shows he isn't angry, isn't upset, but all he can manage is a quirk of his lips, brief and sad.

He reaches over to squeeze Finn's shoulder gently. ]

I hope so too.