[ 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???

Comments

[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.