knightsoflegend | open ♔ fall/winter socialization log

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open ♔ fall/winter socialization log

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans. Sorry that it's covering like half a year. Forgive me. Let us never speak of it again.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres, etc!
WHEN || Any time in Fall/Winter 2016
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of these few months. Because not everyone is into parties, ok. Characters who are not currently squired in may also post, as their characters are living in the castle awaiting their ceremonies. This takes place after the Knights have returned from rescuing Gar in New York City, but before the planned Keijen Blade concert at the beginning of 2017.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt.]

On this log:

Section Heads
Failboat Return from NYC | multiple threads
Lance Sweets | Light wing appointments/training area/kitchen/movie rooms
Felicity Braddock | The bar/London/training room/shooting range/library
Kevin Beckman | Front desk
Sark & Sydney | closed
Wynn | everywhere
Jack & Buffy | closed
Hasmed & Solas | closed
Lis'sa (& Gar) | Hoard lab/library
Koraith | common rooms
Christos & Sylar & Katniss | closed
Mark/Alainn/Dana/Michael/Gar | garden
Logan & Scott | TV room
Belle & Gold | closed
Constantine & Zatanna | front lobby
Dante Wilder | Old man bar/training room
Darth Vane | Dungeon
Helen Magnus | Hoard lab/library/bedroom
Jade | Kitchen/training room
Myri | Light wing/training rooms
Lois Lane | London
Alainn O'Rourke | castle

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He agrees because getting shot is never a good thing. He has experienced it at least once in his post-veil memories and would appreciate it never happening again, thanks.

Poe sees the blaster though. Blaster - not a gun that is common to this world, but like the one he's got in the lining of his jacket because he's a soldier and that's habit just like her hand at her hip. That has his eyes widening a bit as he holds up a hand to show he's unarmed.

"And for the record, you're not crazy. Trust me, felt the same way when I appeared her awhile back. Name's Poe. Dameron." Who knows, maybe she's heard of him. Rey and Finn had, after all.

Look, she was raised by Saw Gerrera -- there is no such this as unarmed and so her posture doesn't relax even a little bit.

She does look askance at Poe, however, neatly ignoring Rory because she can't begin to figure out what parts of her are injured aside from her shoulder and she doesn't relish the idea of some stranger prodding at her. Even if he is apparently a medic. She punched the last medical droid that tried to look at her so.

It's for the best.

"Is that supposed to mean something?" Her eyebrow arches imperiously, unimpressed, as if she is not bleeding and covered in sweat and sand and the stink of death. Asking about Rogue One is on the tip of her tongue but she refuses to let it loose, it's too dangerous.

Rory just sighs at being ignored, but he knows that he can't force a patient to acknowledge his existence. Since Poe seems to be having better luck with her actually responding to him, he'll just take a step to the side and be prepared in case she passes out.

Probably going to be easier to treat her that way.

"Depends on if you're a member of the First Order or the Resistance. You're carrying an A180 blaster pistol which I don't know how I know the specs but I do so I know it's from my world." He knew enough about his reality now from conversations with others at the castle who shared his homeworlds, so he could at least talk about it.

"But you're hurt, and I know you've got no reason to trust me but things like the First Order, or maybe it's the Empire for you... they don't exist here. So if you want a place where you can get some medical help, and answers to your questions that I'm sure you've got going in your head - I know a place. And if you don't like what you hear you can leave once you're patched up.
Deal?" He held out his hand cautiously, hoping she accepts it (diplomacy 16).

Edited 2017-05-10 14:29 (UTC)

Blah blah First Order, she doesn't care. Resistance tugs at something, but not enough. The blaster, who cares, plenty of people have blasters.

But.

"What do you mean the Empire doesn't exist here?" Doesn't exist like the way she told Saw it was easy to avoid if you didn't look up? She looks up, sees a handful of flags she doesn't recognize, but they aren't Empire flags or Separatist flags. There may be some truth to the stranger's words. Baze would tell her to get help, go some place safe, regroup there. She decides to listen, to let the Force guide her for once.

She moves to shake his hand (due to an exceptionally timed crit fail) but her ankle gives out underneath her when she tries to step forward and she is barely able to restrain herself from crying out in agony, but she bites it back into a growled hiss of pain.

Rory leans forward when she stumbles, not touching her, exactly, but clearly ready to catch her if she goes down (reflex save 17). He glances between the two of them for a moment when she doesn't, grateful that Poe seems to be getting through to her somehow, and he'll do the impatient nurse thing, because that's what he does best.

"Why don't you sit, and you both can talk while I have a look at this?" He asks tentatively, ready for her to reject it, but he gestures to the open passenger door of the car regardless. He won't close her in it, but it will at least let her take the weight off it for a little while. "I have a medical kit in the trunk."

Poe also went to catch her (reflex save 17) and help guide her to sit in the passenger seat.

"It's a way long ass complicated story, but the easiest way to think of it is that this planet is a galaxy far, far away from where we have ever mapped. Not that this place is perfect, but there's no Emperor, no Vader, no Death Star."

Jyn only sits because she knows she's not going to get very far without a short rest so she's going to rest and bide her time and then bolt. She can listen to this Poe person talk nonsense while she waits.

One thing piques her interest. "No Death Star?"

Edited 2017-05-22 19:04 (UTC)

Rory is going to just let them compare timelines, and in the meantime he's just going to get his kit and fix up Jyn (treat injury 28). Carry on, Star Wars kids, carry on.

"Nope, no Death Stars. They got blown up long before I was even born. At least that's what I'm told. That veil you came through? It kinda scrambled my brain a bit when I did a year ago. I've had others fill in a lot of the blanks for me, so they probably can tell you a lot more details than I can."

Jyn's brain briefly short circuits because there is simply too much information in that brief explanation.

1. There was more than one Death Star. 2. They were destroyed, all of them, however many there were in the end. 3. They were successful, attacking Scarif hadn't been in vain. 4. This stranger was born after the Death Stars were destroyed, meaning he was born after she died.

And that settles in her gut, there's no way she and Cassian made it off Scarif.

All at once she leans forward and throws up all over the sidewalk. It's half from pain, half from the realization that someone was actually listening. Maybe sixty-forty. Sorry, Rory.

Rory's in the middle of assessing her injuries - a head wound that definitely needs to be looked at, a shoulder injury that needs to be set, and her leg ... well, it's probably best not to talk about her leg - when Jyn lurches forward and begins to vomit. He does his best to try and stumble backwards, but he's a bit too clumsy for that and lands on his butt on the grass while she pukes on his shoes (reflex save 10).

Fortunately, he's a nurse, so he's used to this sort of thing.

He stumbles to his feet a few seconds later, automatically doing the nurse thing of keeping her hair out of her face with one hand and rubbing her back with the other, and crouches down next to her once he's finished.

"I really think we should take you to a doctor. I know a good clinic where they'll be able to at least have a look at that leg."

And he wants to check for internal injuries.

"Rory, if she's already freaking out about the cars, pretty sure the tech at a clinic will not help. Maybe better back at base?"

The learning curve of understanding the technology of this planet had taken awhile, and he had been fine when he landed. Knowing she was from home made him instantly protective of her, wanting to cause her the least amount of trauma.

Jyn is all ready to argue with the both of them about how she is not going anywhere with anyone, but a wave of dizziness hits her, when she tries to straighten up.

And she promptly passes out, slumping down in the seat.

Rory straightens a bit to steady her, so that she doesn't fall over too far, before veeeeeeery gently easing her into the back seat and buckling her in. It's not really kidnapping if he's bringing her in for medical attention, is it?

"We're not supposed to just randomly bring people back to the castle without purpose." Or at least that's his interpretation of the situation. "Also, if we're going to take her to the Knights, it should be her decision. That's not a secret we can force on her."

Once she's secure in the back seat, he straightens a bit as he turns to look to Poe, putting on his most reasonable face (diplomacy 25). "I used to work for the clinic I want to bring her to. I can bring her in, patch her up, and let her decide when she wakes up."

Poe wouldn't know differently since he had pretty much crashed in the backyard so they couldn't take him anywhere. But he looked at Jyn, then Rory and nodded. "If you think the place is safe, then let's go."

Rory nods, before moving to slide into the passenger seat again, reaching to turn off the hazard lights. "Now turn on your blinker and very gently ease your way back onto the road."

And with that, he will give directions to a local Shadowkind friendly clinic where Rory has been doing some work. He talks to the person in charge, manages to negotiate a private room, and sets about fixing up Jyn, using a delicate mix of healing potions and actual medical treatment to help fix up her bad leg, the bad shoulder (there was no way he was going to fix that without a little magic), and the head wound.

Once that's all done, he and Poe will settle in and wait for Jyn to wake up.

Edited 2017-06-10 23:46 (UTC)

Jyn sleeps for quite a while. It's almost like she's been going non-stop on top of six months of hard labor in prison. Gosh. But the longer she sleeps, the longer the potions and salves and Rory's careful work have time to sink into her weary bones the more the color comes back into her cheeks, softening her ashen pallor.

Eventually her breath stutters and before her eyes open, her nose scrunches up at the antiseptic scent of the clinic. It doesn't smell like bacta, but it smells like bacta.

She sits up, immediately upon opening her eyes, pushing back until she's pressed against the headboard. "Where's my blaster?"

Somewhere along the way he had gone out to get some coffee and a tea for Rory. He manages not to jump and spill his coffee when Jyn sits up, smiling a bit.

"I've got it, no worries. Didn't want to freak out the medics. Want a cup of caf?" Because he did bring back an extra one.

"How're you feeling?" Rory pushes up, placing his tea to the side as he goes over to give her a general look over without actually touching her. "Any residual soreness or discomfort?"

He never knows how to take the work that potions do. It's complicated.

Ahhh too many questions. Jyn briefly closes her eyes and takes a breath before they snap open again.

"I'm fine," she mutters and it's not quite a lie. She is fine, she can't feel the pain from her injuries anymore, only the lingering heaviness of being exhausted and desperately in need of a mild coma. Her expression is still decidedly wary and she glances at Poe's cup before shaking her head.

She doesn't trust either of them enough to take a drink from them.

"Where am I?"

"Four blocks from where you passed out, private room in a clinic." Poe just sipped his caf because more for him then.

Rory nods in agreement with a small smile. "I work here, so they let me use the space privately. No one's been in or out but us."

Which may nor may not be very comforting, all things considered, but at least the number of people she's been exposed to is limited.

Jyn nods, the wariness not subsiding but not seeming to get any worse either. Wary just seems to be her current state of being.

She looks between the two men for a moment before turning her attention back to Poe.

"It took them years to build the Death Star, how can there have been two?" She might have thrown up and passed out, but she remembered why she threw up and passed out.

"Well, from what I remember, the second time they didn't finish the exterior completely, just the planet killing features."

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