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

[bittersweeter]

[ when they break apart, she bumps her nose against his. ] I love you, Sylar. You better write me letters and spray them with cologne. [ she has slowly been replacing the axe. thank god. ] Or I'm gonna take away your war bride status, okay?

[ her voice cracks a little on the end, because... this is a lot. she is nineteen, she shouldn't be having this discussion, she shouldn't be going to this awful island. the fact that she is, that all of this is happening whether it should or not, just makes her happier that she has this tiny place of solace in sylar, a little bubble of safety and happiness. this is her future. she just has to make it home in order to keep it.

but she's not crying yet, so she has that going for her. ]

[watchmaker]

I love you, too. [eskimo kisses.] Can't I just text, though? I'll write really long ones. [what if he just ... holds her close forever. maybe she won't cry then. yeah.]

[bittersweeter]

[ that is a great plan. and it's mostly working. ]

Like, really long. Dostoyevsky long. I want my ancestors to appreciate these texts. Oh! [ she wriggles around to actually get her phone. time for a selfie even though her eyes are still damp. fuck the police. she holds the phone out once she's got the camera up. ] You know technically you just proposed to me, so... smile.

[ click! ]

[watchmaker]

I think you proposed to me, actually. [but whatever, he smiles for her pic. what a good boyfriend.]

[bittersweeter]

Uh no, "name the date and it's yours" definitely counts as a proposal and I just asked if you wanted to get married. Generally.

So you proposed to me. And, I guess, by the way, the answer is yes. Just in case you ever think about trying again.

[watchmaker]

Why would I propose again — even though it was you who proposed — when we just picked the date? September 18, 2019. Start printing the invitations.

[bittersweeter]

Usually a ring is involved, remember? [ there's the slightest pause as a smile, genuinely happy, starts spreading across her face. ] You did it... you made an ordinary day important. [ just like she wanted. did he intend to? highly fucking doubtful. is like giving him the credit for it as she tugs him closer for another kiss? you bet. ]

[watchmaker]

I'll try to get you one before you leave. [kissus. again.] And not that I don't love stealing all the credit, but I'm pretty sure that one's all on you again.

[bittersweeter]

[ SHUT UP AND TAKE THE CREDIT! not that she is surprised because they both love getting the last word. she gives it to him because she's a sweetheart like that. ] I can wait 'til I get back. You know what can't wait?

[ hint hint. it's making out. so that's happening. ]

[watchmaker]

[mmm making out. he's down. what about ... sexy times????

bc he'd also be down with those. js.]

[bittersweeter]

[ yeah, lila is on much the same wavelength, which is obvious when the kissing turns to unbuttoning his pants. so. it's going down.

str 3
dex 22
fort save 14
wis 18
cha 17

once again, his girlfriend is the most delicate flower of the bunch, but who cares, she makes up for it obviously. finally a decent fort save though, christmas miracles. ]

[watchmaker]

[was it the heat of the moment, lila??? telling you what your heart meant???????


str 12
dex 5
fort save 21
wis 9
cha 7

so .... yeah. that happened. at least he's good to try again????]

[bittersweeter]

[ mrrrr, she's just going to blame it on not bothering to move from the couch. she had to do all the work and that's actually fine with her. ]

Next time bed would be better.

[watchmaker]

Yeah ... yeah. Bed would definitely be better. [HE KNOWS WHAT HE DID. what he did being ... suck at sex i guess.]

[bittersweeter]

[ it's okay, lila doesn't even mind if the way she kisses him again is any indication. positive reinforcement? but then she glances over at the bed.

where pizza is curled up in the middle like lol no you can't have it.

cats. ] You're gonna have to keep her until I get back. [ and/or we finally get that apartment... ]

[watchmaker]

Yeah, don't worry. I'm sure Miss Moppet will be glad to have her brother back. [where's miss moppet rn??? probably a fancy cat hotel in chicago or something. she's a spoiled catchild.]

[bittersweeter]

[ they're just really great cat parents. ] Okay. [ so with that sorted, lila begrudgingly clambers out of his lap with a little melodramatic sigh and goes to chuck their cat off the bed. gently. she's very gentle because it's her cat baby. ] Shoo, you little monster.

[watchmaker]

[now that the bed is cat-free, he gets up to go flop down on it.] He's gonna come back as soon as we both lay down, you know.

[bittersweeter]

Shh. I know, he sleeps on my hair. [ she grabs a can of soda from the mini bar before crawling into bed next to him. ]

[watchmaker]

That's gonna be a pain when he's bigger. [he stretches back, putting his arms behind the pillow he's resting his head on.]

[bittersweeter]

[ laying on her side, she opens the soda and takes a sip. ] I tried to get him to use the cat bed, but he's like fuck that. And I don't use the bed much, so.

[watchmaker]

Miss Moppet likes the bathtub.

[bittersweeter]

What the... seriously? That's adorable! [ it sounds whiny like WHY DONT I HAVE TEN THOUSAND PICTURES OF THAT?!?!??? ]

[watchmaker]

[wis ... 14??? wow sylar. that's a high lila check for u.] Yeah. Maybe because it's cold? I don't know. I thought I sent you a picture.

[bittersweeter]

Like, one. You didn't say she always slept in there. [ :( SHES MISSED SO MUCH OF HER CATBABY'S LIFE. tragedy. bad cat momma. ]