debriefing ♔ in the emptiness there's a solution | just look within yourself for absolution

[nepotism]

♬ locking up the sun- poets of the fall

WHO || Wynn, Buffy, Myri, Finnick, Spike, Gar, Archer, Des, Vi, Rafael, Fred Jr., Dumage, Mark, Rocket, open! [Closed]
WHAT || Andres Mission Debrief & Aftermath
WHERE || Knights HQ, lobby etc.
WHEN || September 18th [forward dated*]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

There are plenty of missions that return to the castle a success - most of them, even. The defeated air of the solemn group that returns from their diplomatic mission to Andres Isle to hear the demands of dictator Dimitris Sarandis makes it quite clear that this wasn't one of those.

Starting with Sarandis' actual demands - for all Knights to withdraw from Andres under penalty of death, or for Wynn to offer his own head in return for Thomas' safe return - and ending with the unexpected, disturbing confession from Kat that she intended to stay behind on the island because she had "fallen in love with" the dictator, the events of the island made it very clear that Sarandis was cannily playing his hand to get the Knights where he wanted them.

Fred Jr. shoves open the doors with his unnatural strength, stalking in ahead of the group into the lobby. Whoever's on desk duty isn't going to have to roll a high wisdom check to see that these people are pissed... and distraught... and a myriad of other emotions on the bad end of the scale.

*I am changing the date of the briefing log and Andres log/live session to have taken place in September, to avoid us being in backdated hell forever, and to allow for a September squiring ceremony before apps are closed. Carry on... in the future!

Comments

[icouldbe_bess]

[ sweet she's not on the floor. i mean what, kissing, yes. her hand reaches out to rest again his chest, shirt fisting between her fingers. whiskey still tastes like fire, but at least she can see the appeal this way. ]

[mydesigns]

[his bottle of whiskey rolls across the bed away from him (at least it wasn't open?) as he uses his hands to grip her waist instead. just making sure she doesn't fall off the bed ok. while they continue to kiss.]

[icouldbe_bess]

[ she squirms the tiniest bit, another instinct to protect her pump though since he's seen it and he's smart she has no doubt he isn't going to damage it with his sandy moorings. but the squirming brings her closer and since he's holding her now she doesn't feel the need to prop herself up, which leaves her other hand free to roam. specifically gain purchase against his shoulder, pulling herself closer still. ]

[mydesigns]

[omg he knows how to be gentle ok. and yes, he saw it, so. it's ok. he moves to kiss her neck for a bit, stopping only to say, in that blunt and completely unromantic way he has with words:] It might be our last chance at intimacy with anyone, if you want —

[icouldbe_bess]

[ will's brand of romance is perfect for alice, it seems. maybe she could do well with more being told she's pretty or something, but she appreciates the forthrightness and nods. ] I do. [ her nimble fingers release his shirt only to start working on the buttons of his shirt. scruffy lumberjack. v sexy. ]

[mydesigns]

[well if he said it now it would be like he read the brackets her mind, ok. his eyes glance to meet hers for a split second, but she's already working on the buttons of his shirt so it's like a craigslist missed connection. actually ... he is uneasy about messing with her clothes because of all her medical equipment. so he'll just let her undress him like a barbie. that's cool.] Do you have condoms?

[icouldbe_bess]

Nightstand, I think. [ alice's sisters taught her never to trust a guy to come prepared.

once she gets his shirt unbuttoned, she pushes it back over his shoulders, but seems to catch his hesitation (sense motive 17, tipsy intuition) so she lets him finish and starts on her own. which is as simple as pulling her blouse over her head and quickly disconnecting the pump from the catheter. she tucks the open end under the tape before standing to shimmy out of her jeans, flip flops long since discarded. ]

[mydesigns]

[omg it's not like he's had sex with anyone in like five million years excuse him for living a sad life. while she stands, he stands too to a) get out of his own pants and b) check the nightstand for condoms. she can see his sexy stab wound scar now. i think he has bullet scars too but i'm too lazy to double check where they are. he's lived through some shit, ok.]

[icouldbe_bess]

I can see why you were in a coma. [ sexy talk with miss lincoln. fling there goes her bra like a slingshot before she crawls onto the bed in her undies which are definitely day of the week underwear. thursday. so sexy. so sensual. she deposits his bottle of whiskey on the same nightstand he was just rifling through. ]

[mydesigns]

[he shrugs like yeah it's nbd, i get stabbed aaaaalllll the time. jk no he really just doesn't want to talk much about it right now. he'd rather just do the thing. the thing being her, i guess. lots of sexy time. he leaves his equally sexy and sensual boxers on the ground with the rest of his clothes and ... gets back on the bed to do the thing.

str 19
dex 18
fort save 9 ... sounds right for his drunk ass
wis 14
cha 14

NOT TOO SHABBY, MR. GRAHAM. and now he's all set for the next seven years ]

[icouldbe_bess]

[ there is a lot of sexy and sensual up in here. tina belcher would be proud. and probably write erotic friendfiction about it.

str 12
dex 18
fort 5
wis 12
cha 16

not bad at all for spur of the moment drunk sex between actual strangers. she doesn't say anything though, relaxing against the pillows, not snuggling or whatever, but not pulling away either. this counts under the last chance at intimacy clause. ]

[mydesigns]

[he's okay with not talking. or moving. mostly because he wants to go to sleep now. /typical dude. he does make an attempt to look at her eyes again. (his are a sexy and sensual piercing shade of blue.) but that was weird and he decides to go back to never looking at people in the eyes again.]

[icouldbe_bess]

[ her eyes are brown. plain brown, kind of like hershey's kisses if he wants to get beat poet dramatic about it. or like oxidized blood. either or. not that exciting. the movie is still playing so she half pays attention, fumbling around on her side table for a mini juice box. once that's gone, she flings it aside and does actually curl up against will since the lumberjack doesn't seem to be moving.

she was born in canada, we should have seen this coming. ]

[mydesigns]

[will tries to pay attention to the movie for a hot minute ... but then he falls asleep. since he's so bad at sleeping, he'll probably wake up in a couple hours, politely gather his shit and leave, but until then ... enjoy cuddling with ur scruffy lumberjack librarian, alice.]

[icouldbe_bess]

[ zzz she falls asleep soon after. and doesn't wake up when he leaves. it's been swell. they can have meaningful eye contact at the briefing. ]

[bigbad]

[Idr if they covered the fact that Rocket's a space raccoon but tbh I don't think Spike cared enough to pay attention up til now so I'm gonna go with no. Spike looks down at him, raising an eyebrow.

Then back up at the bartender.]

A glass of fey wine for my unimpressed friend here. [Then he glances back down at Rocket.] Terrans?

[spinerip]

Perhaps. They say the veil can rob you of memories. [And Quill was an imbecile to begin with.]

[grimrot]

[She smiles conspiratorially and pulls out a few flasks.] I'm an alchemist. I have a few potions I've brought along that could come in handy.

[badexample]

No, I know. [Or at least, his head is starting to clear to realize that.] It's just when you think of... fucking war, you don't really think about the sort of stuff that I do.

[But it's not just self preservation that he's worried about.]

And you're... I mean you're good at what you do, but...

[What if she doesn't make it out of there alive?]

[succubestie]

I used to think of guns and bombs. But this isn't that kind of war, either.

[She reaches out, puts one finger to his lips, and shakes her head.]

Don't even go there. We knew the risks when we signed up for this job. Besides, it'll take more than an asshole dictator to take me down. [She gives him a level gaze.] It's the right thing to do.

[beatupgrass]

[rocket failed his knowledge check so he knows nothing of this fey wine. IF IT DOESN'T HAVE ANTIMATTER, IT'S SHIT. but anything is better than whiskey and disappointment.]

Terrans. As in people from Terra? [he eyes spike.] You call it earth, which says a helluva lot about the planet. Might as well just call it Planet or Ground.

[badexample]

[He nods, not moving her finger right away, but a moment later, he reaches to pull her hand away. Threading their fingers together, Andrew lets out a careful exhale, deciding something he never thought he would.]

I'm going. I don't know what I can do over there, but Wynn will. He always does.

[Looking down at their joined hands, he can't quite manage to bring his gaze back to her eyes as he finds his next words.]

You're the best thing that's happened to me, you know that? And it's been scary, but in a good way? And I just... if the world is going to hell tomorrow, I just need you to know that I think... Bo, I love you.

[socialgraces]

[ glad we got you to talk yourself around to reclaiming your determination, myri :) no more tears and uncertainty for you, gurl ] Of course it's right. You're right, on both those fronts. You have an obligation not only to this organization, and to yourself, but also to your friends, who trust you'll never give up fighting for them, fighting for what's right.

[succubestie]

[There's a change in her expression because as much as she had already said that this mission was going to require different kinds of talent, she hadn't committed to the idea that he'd be going to.

Risking her life and him risking his were two different things. Plus, there was a good chance she wouldn't be the one watching his back.

She gives his hands a squeeze, because he's basically the reason that this place really became home, or if not that, somewhere she wanted to stay. She knew she'd probably outlive him a thousand times over, since they sure as hell were both coming home from this in one piece, but that didn't matter right now.]

I love you too, Andrew. You've given me something I never thought I could even have, you know that? We're coming home, together, because I'm sure as hell not ready to give that up.

[badexample]

[He hadn't expected her to say it back. He didn't say it so that he could hear her say it back. He just needed her to know it, but... God, he didn't realize how nice it could be. He's heard the word before from family, from Ella when she's still in the process of insulting him. And surely his girlfriend from University said while they were together. But right now, it's like it's the first time someone has ever said they loved him.

His eyes get misty in a hurry (will 7). Between his fear of the war and his feelings for her, he just can't handle his own emotions right now. Trying to talk right now is probably a bad idea, because he will actually turn into a blubbering mess. So instead of saying anything, he just turns in towards her and pulls her towards him at the same time to kiss her. Normally, he's more gentle and sweet about it. But the circumstances here have made him feel that much stronger about making it a memorable kiss. He wants to make sure she has plenty to remember what she's fighting to keep hold of.]