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

[killingtodeath]

You got it, boss. [Stiles hangs up and definitely fails a wisdom check to not make another smart ass comment.]

You're all fired.

[...]

Kidding. He says he'll meet you in there.

[graveflowers]

Stiles. [ she says it quietly as she shakes her head. honey, no. now is not the time. but that's all he gets from her before she just grabs myri's hand and drags her off to the round table room. ]

[rationalizes]

[ gar lingers at the desk for a moment, before she manages to lean over to ask stiles quietly: ] Have-- have you seen Sir Chessing about the castle in the last few days? [ she does not look any more hopeful about this than... any of her current situation, really. everything is spiders. ]

[killingtodeath]

[Vi's reaction quiets him at least. Whoops. This is serious time. NO ONE TOLD HIM.

When Gar stays behind, he glances at the group as they go before turning back to her, shaking his head.]

No. Sorry. [Because he is pretty sure she was hoping for a yes. You don't usually ask that otherwise.]

[nothingsodivine]

[The interlopers will just... follow since they don't have keys. Des is still utterly stoic.]

This is gonna be a fun little sit-down. [He nods at Finnick's bottle.] Share the wealth, Odair. We're all of us killing our livers tonight.

[Meanwhile, Rocket actually looks like he's deeply considering just hanging back and not following the crazy people, but curiosity and possibly totally rational fears of being alone in a strange place (gun or not, because A GUN DID NOT HELP HIM NOT GET CAPTURED AND TORTURED ON ANDRES OKAY) make him follow. Reluctantly. Bringing up the rear so no one's at his back.]

[65]

[he looks over at des like he really doesn't fucking want to ... but hands the bottle over. it's ok he knows where the rest are hidden.] Better our livers than the rest of us.

[graveflowers]

[ vi stares at the bottle forlornly before aggressively shoving the pop tart in her face. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri is too traumatized to even be bothered by everyone trying to get shit faced. She even debates joining in briefly but. Naw. She's just going to sit by Vi and stare at nothing.]

[slay]

[ wheee round table room. buffy's gonna keep fairly close to myri, but probably ... with finnick between them since myri is by vi and finnick is presumably by myri. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike's gonna seat himself near the door, not worrying too much about who he's near. He just wants to get this over with so he can drink himself into oblivion.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des takes his usual position on the other side of the door (booze in hand), because he doesn't like sitting at the round table, okay.

Rocket, meanwhile, trails in and just... finds a corner where he can observe this entire situation like whaaat the fuck is even happening. #newbieproblems. also you guys look super culty right now.]

[65]

[finnick is taking the bottle back before he takes his seat. that was to borrow, not for keepsies, des. X( he just sit wherever, probably close to myri.]

[isisagent]

[Archer lumbers in with the rest of them, nothing worth saying, really. They left to get information, and maybe extract a guy - instead they lost one of the few people Archer considers vaguely useful, and replaced her with a furball.]

[He plops down in a chair, his suit still riddled with dried blood and holes from various bullet wounds he suffered fighting soldiers - he hasn't bothered to change yet.]

[rationalizes]

[ gar looks like she wants to ask stiles more, but the group is all halfway down the hall, so instead she pulls herself away from stiles with nothing more than a small nod. as she passes by the door to jack's room, she slows for half a second, her eyes skidding that way, looking more lost than ever, before she squares her shoulders and pushes on to join the others.

gar moves to sit on the opposite side of the table from where most people are crowded up, as rafael slides in beside buffy. ]

2/--

[postergirl]

[ as fred jr. stalks back and forth a second before finally settling in to sit by gar, dumage swings into the room, looking hella. she surveys their glum expressions as she makes her way to sit at fred's side. ] Well. I predict from your bright and chipper dispositions that things went swimmingly, per usual?

3/3

[nosdacariad]

[ mark comes in behind her and grinds to a halt when he looks over them all, as if he's forgotten how to breathe. there's a tremor of apprehension in his voice as he shoots an almost panicked look over them all, giving rocket half a double take before once again looking at those present, and coming up with-- ] ... Where's Kat.

[witchwoman]

[Mark's presence seems to pull Myri from her daze.]

He did something to her. She... she said she wanted to stay with him- that she found her home there.

[She looks like she wants to vomit.]

1/2

[postergirl]

No accounting for taste, really.

[nosdacariad]

[meanwhile, there is no part of mark that seems to find any of this funny. in fact, he sounds as personally affronted and upset as myri as he says: ] Her home? [ his eyes dart to fred, who is just staring at the round table in front of him, brow creased. mark's legs seem to go out from underneath him, so it's lucky he's sitting in front of a chair, as he thumps down onto his butt in one. ] What does that... what does that mean?

[65]

[finnick keeps his tone flat as he rehashes] She thinks she's in love with Sarandis. She was willing to resign from the Knights, throw everything away to be with him. We tried reasoning and impassioned pleas, but ... [he shakes his head] It was no use.

[bigbad]

I'm thinking we try killing the bastard next. [I mean, that had been the strategy Spike wanted to go with from the start but since diplomacy had unsurprisingly failed, it's looking better and better as an alternative plan.]

[beatupgrass]

[Wow. Rocket can't keep his mouth shut for that. #SomeonePleaseHelpTheAndresians] And get the good half of Andres killed in the process?

[NEVER MIND THAT HE GOT INTO THIS MESS BECAUSE HE TRIED TO KILL DIMITRIS. LOOK HE DIDN'T COMPREHEND THE POLITICAL SITUATION AT THE TIME. AND NOW HE DOES.]

The same people who kept their mouths shut about you runnin' around the island thinkin' about the nuance of the best way to provoke a war? You're not gonna think about them even a little? It sucks about your friends, but bad things happen and that ain't no excuse to screw up everyone's lives just to fix yours.

[And that was your impassioned speech from a raccoon.]

[graveflowers]

Calm your tits, Rocket. Jesus. Obviously we care about the rest of the people otherwise we wouldn't have come home without her. [ vi can be patient, but her patience is incredibly gone, so she says all that but it's really sounds like shut your furry mouth or i with duct tape it shut for you. and she still calls him rocket. don't piss off the only person who treats you like a regular person, dude. her hand covers myri's and squeezes because she doesn't need to be an empath to know how hard this is for her. ]

The fact that we care about what happens to the people of that island is the only reason you're even here instead of stuck there so how about for one fucking second you show some god damn gratitude and maybe some fucking compassion that we just left two people we love behind and took you for the betterment of their island. Don't you dare accuse us of not thinking of the people trapped there when we have been fighting Sarandis for years.

[ that's not diplomacy, that's a straight up slap to the face with the word of the lord. now shut up. ]

[isisagent]

[Phew. Archer was afraid he would have to agree with the dickbag vampire, or the happy fun time woodland creature, so he perks up when Vi dishes out some wisdom.]

Yeah, ya freakin gerbil - what she said. And, Oh yeah! [He glares at Spike] Why don't we all just keep oversimplifying the complex quagmire that is Shadowkind Geopolitics!?! Because THAT'LL friggin help! [Not because he isn't all for killing Sarandis - because he is - just to disagree with Spike.]

[witchwoman]

We came back because we didn't know what to do. [Myri just looks around the room slowly.]

If the next step was simple or easy we would have done it already. We don't know what to do. [Papa Wynn please come stop all the bickering. This is exhausting.]