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

[missindependent]

[ she leans a hand on the desk (mostly to help keep her balance) ] I was wondering if you'd like to help me find my room.

[killingtodeath]

The Alphas. [Stiles says, like that explains it.] That's how you ended up in the vault. This pack of alphas put you in there.

[Erica and Boyd too but he's not really sure how much detail he wants to go into at this point.]

I think someone said you were in South America or something?

[Because Iiiiiii can't remember if Stiles should know that or not. /waves hands at canon information.]

[badexample]

Then put your dick away, you sick fuck! Gay or straight, no one wants to fucking see that shit.

[He tries to glare but its not really that effective with a 13 intimidate check.]

[risked]

[Immediately she shakes her head, trying to reassure him and make sure he knows that it's not about Lydia at all.]

Oh -- no, it's not -- Lydia's fine. I mean, I think she's fine. I haven't talked to her today, but I just know that it's been a while since I got here and I thought with everything going on... maybe we could talk.

[bigbad]

[...]

Considering you're a bloody raccoon, I'd have guessed you're from this planet too. Or are you some sort of alien raccoon?

[So much sarcasm.]

[daredtobelieve]

[Helen gives Lila a sad, understanding smile.]

How have you been? We haven't had much opportunity to talk since...

[Since the counterstrike mission.]

[beatupgrass]

[see him visibly twitch at the word "raccoon." It's so hard to be in denial of your species. Slightly less hard when you're... a freak.]

Half-World. In the Keystone Quadrant. [a beat] Which yeah, by your definition makes me an alien somethin'.

[oh look fey wine. rocket sniffs at it experimentally. huh...]

[daredtobelieve]

Everyone has their rituals. [She picks up one of her knives, examining it before placing it to the side.] I prefer to be as prepared as possible in the face of battle. As we discussed, while my lifespan is extended indefinitely, I am able to die just as easily as the next person.

[Well, maybe not just as easily. She's very good in the field.]

[bigbad]

[Those are not words that mean anything to Spike.] Isn't that some sort of video game?

[bittersweeter]

I'm fine. Your squire needs to check her attitude problem though. I have the self-control not to slap her, other people might not. [ deflecting peterson talk like a pro. by "other people", fyi, she means faye. ]

[beatupgrass]

[FUCKING TERRANS.

Rocket picks up the (probably tiny lbr because someone didn't want to be responsible for murdering a woodland creature) glass because that question was too stupid to answer and downs the shit out of the fey wine.

This will later prove to be a terrible fucking idea. (fort save 20 total, which was not enough okay. IT WAS NOT ENOUGH. But much better than that crit fail that I action pointed because I don't feel like worrying about... comas.)

He blinks, but luckily he passed his will save to know he should... probably stop. Thank God, because man I don't want to RP a woodland creature going into an alcohol-induced coma. That sounds like something Sarah McLachlan would sing over.] Huh.

[bigbad]

[Spike just looks amused because apparently getting woodland creatures drunk off their asses is funny to him.]

Bit more impressive than your space beer, right?

[lurings]

[ will, they're going to think you were gone forever (they counted) anyway, so what's the point? so yeah, abigail obviously catches the dog talk. ] I'm sure they'll be fine.

[beatupgrass]

Unless you're gonna tell me it has an antimatter charge, then not really. [He waves a hand- paw- whatever... vaguely.] It's got its own special kinda nuance though.

[killingtodeath]

[slow blinks.]

What kind of crazy war torn world are you from?

[slay]

[ Something Willow said apparently gets to her, because it draws Buffy out of her self-pity. She looks up, searching the redhead’s face. Instead of thinking of Faith’s Watcher’s Council, or anyone else who might have originated the power back in her world, she thinks of — ]

Sehanine. [ The spaces in between. She’d claimed responsibility for bringing Buffy here out of some need—it wasn’t entirely outside the realm of possibility that Willow’s situation was precisely the same. Still, a big part of her is reluctant to ascribe that much importance to herself. Especially when Faith doesn’t need the inter-dimensional pep talk. She shakes her head. ] No. There’s no … Power-bestower, or any of that. It’s just the Veil. And it’s random. You’re here because your luck is just as bad the rest of us.

[slay]

[ She drums up a sad smile, unable to give him something more than that. She has no certainty to offer, but it's not like she can say that she hopes something about herself—after all, it's her choice, in the end. Keep believing or don't. ]

[slay]

Spike.

[ Now she just sounds exasperated—annoyed with his inability to distinguish between the situations. ]

You're trying to compare apples to oranges here. Thomas and Jack went to that island to rescue you. To rescue Myri. If you didn't get out, it all would have been for nothing. We went there to save him—at least, that's why I did. Which means I should have done everything I could have to get him out, even if it killed me. Just like Thomas was willing to do for you.

[slay]

After the briefing. [ She nods. ] It won't do much good beforehand—we don't even know what our mission is yet.

[killingtodeath]

[That is a whole new level of gay, Adam. But Stiles has the opposite of shame- especially when he could die very, very soon. Who fucking cared if his best friend in this place (aww bffs!) was a fucking weirdo.]

You can't go more than like a week without bursting into song, can you?

[killingtodeath]

Why is your hammer soliciting sex on the street corner, Tara? [He has no idea what that is. So he's just gonna make hooker jokes.]

[witchwoman]

[Myri can't even fake being mad at him. It's kind of gross tbh. Slipping her arms around his waist, she hugs closer to him and looks over at Vi.]

I think that means "yes but you owe me another pizza."

[bigbad]

And how exactly would you dying before you ever reached him help Thomas get out? That's the bit I'm unclear on.

[witchwoman]

I know. And if I had to do it again, I wouldn't change anything. One more chance to fire and one of us could have died out there.

[Myri, Gar, and Vi had been pretty bad off by the end of the fight, after all.]

I just never thought I could do it. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to- that I would hesitate and someone would end up hurt because I couldn't find it in me.

[She's full of too many conflicting emotions. But one of them is a little bit of pride? For being able to do what needed to be done. It's a weird time to be Myri.]

[everyredcent]

Take it, yes. Hold it? Is quite another thing.