[ 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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i. - closed to castmates -

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[ It takes some doing, some bribes, some trickery, and a lot more fucking patience than Poe has to be honest, but somehow he manages to corral the tiny stormtrooper, the tiny assassin, the tiny scavenger, and the tiny... he's not sure how to describe tiny Jyn, actually.

They are now all in his and Finn's apartment. Poe leans against the front door, staring into the entryway and living room and wondering what the hell he's supposed to do now.

Keep them from escaping, probably, but he's outnumbered and probably outsmarted if he's honest.

This is gr8. ]

ii. - open! -

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[ Poe doesn't go bar hopping to drink. In fact, he's back to his tonic and lime habits, in spite of the strong temptation to have something harder. It would be too much of a cliche, and besides, the last time he got really, truly drunk, John was there to pick him up off the floor.

He burned that bridge. He doesn't need to remind himself of that.

In fact, he's bar hopping for a very different purpose. He's bar hopping to find the biggest, drunkest, easiest-to-provoke thugs he can and throw down.

Usually this ends up with him and his blood smeared across the floor and him and said thugs getting thrown out of the bar, but hey. It's a hobby. ]

iii. - open! -

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[ When he's not picking fights, he's working on his mom's A-wing. It's a far, far way from operable. Most of the parts it needs don't even exist in Riverview, which means finding technicians, engineers, and metalworkers who can replicate the parts from BB-8's scans and Poe's own notes.

Which means a lot of waiting.

Still, he can work on the aesthetics of the ship while he's not working on its innards. So that's what he's doing in the PG shuttle bay, both before and after his usual shifts. Replacing panels, buffing scratches, scrubbing at the scum and dirt of left by the time the ship spent in the jungle. Repairing what he can without the new parts. BB-8 is constantly at his side, scanning, reporting, welding, just chatting with his partner as they work.

It's a better hobby than Poe getting himself beat to a pulp. That's for after work. ]

iv. - closed to John Sheppard -

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[ Poe didn't say anything when he noticed he suddenly wasn't seeing John around the shuttle bay. When he saw the schedules and noticed they'd been scheduled opposite each other for the foreseeable future. He can't blame John for wanting that. He'd hate him, too, if their positions were reversed.

Doesn't stop him from missing the sight of John in the bay, John at his desk. Doesn't stop him missing all those little tics and habits that Poe noticed, the dozens of unconscious choices that made up John Sheppard. Doesn't stop Poe from missing the way John looked at him.

When he climbs into the shuttle to do a systems check at the beginning of his shift, he's not expecting to see John sprawled in one of the cockpit seats, feet propped on a crate, fast asleep. He quickly hushes BB-8 as the droid starts to whistle a greeting.

Poe considers just walking out. Leaving John to sleep. He doesn't get enough of it, and seeing him now, Poe can't help wondering if he's been sleeping at all. Not that Poe himself looks a hell of a lot better--the constant fighting is starting to take its toll, even if he's dialed it back for Finn's sake. He's still bruised and has a split lip. He goes to the rear of the shuttle, opens one of the compartments there, and pulls out one of the blankets stored for emergencies. BB-8 makes a soft, inquiring noise, and Poe shushes him again.

He unfolds the blanket and starts to lay it over John--which is about when BB-8 decides he's had enough of this pussyfooting around and gives a loud, greeting whistle.

And then speeds out of the shuttle. WORK YOUR SHIT OUT, BOYS. ]