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

[pathology]

[ZERO SHAME OK] My condom basket. It's this big [she gestures with her hands], full of condoms? I'm gonna take it to the front desk. Since, you know, night before war, everyone's fucking like rabbits, right? There's already one baby around here, which as far as I'm concerned is one baby too many. [babies r gross.] Not to mention STDs.

[beatupgrass]

ykw i'm leaving the gif there

[beatupgrass]

They actually let these people breed?

[Yeah.

That's all he's got. But seriously, celestial jesus take the fucking wheel, that is a terrible idea. But fine. He will help you find your damn condom basket for the sake of population control and also maybe shutting you up.

With his search of 29.

So I guess he finds it. Unless it's in Siberia or something.]

[pathology]

I think she actually came to the Knights like nine months pregnant [she was at the wedding!!] but ... hey, I agree with you, buddy. Do you know what shoving a baby out does to a vagina? Do you?

[he's lucky he'll never get to know (at least ... for today) because he found the condom basket. it was in fact just in a cabinet or something i guess.] Oh yay!! You're the best. [SHE WILL TAKE THAT THANKS.]

[beatupgrass]

[NO, HE DOES NOT SPEND HIS LIFE THINKING ABOUT HUMANS AND THEIR REPRODUCTIVE HABITS.

But thank god for the condom basket that he shoves at her with a faint look of disgust before she takes it.]

I've had less disturbing conversations than this in prison.

[pathology]

[she's grabbing him a standard medkit — about the size of a large tackle box — when her eyes go wide at the words prison.]

You went to prison?! Why?

[beatupgrass]

[Yes. Good. He can definitely carry that in his pockets.]

People get very tetchy about things like theft, mercenary activity [eyeroll], and arson.

[pathology]

[GET A BACKPACK. also, there are practically anime sparkles in her eyes.] Arson? Ooo, what did you burn down?

[beatupgrass]

[THAT'S WHERE HE KEEPS HIS GUN.]

Nothin' major. [Like he's just s-so offended by his own rap sheet. That no longer exists.] You blow up a few things and... other things catch fire. Shit happens.

[pathology]

We should blow something up before we go to Andres. It'll be fun.

[ ^ your future mentor.]

[beatupgrass]

[Paaause.]

That's the first thing you've said that wasn't stupid.

[pathology]

[sulk] It's not too late to shove the scalpel through your eye.

[beatupgrass]

Do you wanna make threats or do you wanna deal with the bullshit that's goin' down tomorrow by blowing somethin' up?

'Cause I'm sort of in a vaguely controlled demolitions mood.

[So where do they keep the spare parts and shit around here. DON'T WORRY. HE'LL FIND IT. Hahaha. Look at him start moving off.]

[pathology]

Fine, fine. [already over it tbh.] But not right now, because, like I told you. Oral sex with my boyfriend. Then Starbucks. Two of my favorite things. Even more than arson.

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, still more information than I wanted to know. [waving her off.] Do you think bombs just appear? I need a minute.

[Well, magic exists, but no really. He has to make a bomb first. A good bomb. And maybe another weaponized hadron collider. I mean what.]

[pathology]

There's probably stuff you could use in the armory ... or the hoard wing. Are you even a knight?

[beatupgrass]

[....]

...Yes?

[(bluff 13???)]

[ex_psionic439]

[And in strolls Adam, who glances at Rocket like sup before double-taking.]

Holy shit, it's Bandit the raccoon!

[Yeah he named your fuzzy ass back when Stiles alerted him of your existence.

And out comes the phone to snap chat this shit.]

[pathology]

Liar! [SENSE MOTIVE 27 FUCK YOU SIR.

then adam's here. HEY BOO.] Isn't he adorable? He helped me find the condom basket!

[beatupgrass]

[YEAH, WELL, SO'S YOUR FACE.

It doesn't matter because his honor is being impugned. EXCUSE HIS LOOK OF EXTREME ANNOYANCE.]

Bandit?! [He's not touching the raccoon thing. Even though the word made him twitch violently. It's so hard to hate your own species, okay.]

[pathology]

Well, I did kind of catch you in here stealing stuff...

[beatupgrass]

That is in no way the point. I got my own name.

[ex_psionic439]

[Meanwhile, Adam is just like--]

See, I fucking told you!

[Because he totally predicated they could catch this bitch by stalking dumpsters and shit.

Yeah, this snap is for Stiles.]

[pathology]

Uh, no you didn't. [whatever. to rocket:] Okay, what is it?

[beatupgrass]

Rocket.

[He doesn't even try to pretend that name is so much better than Bandit. IT'S STILL HIS NAME. HE PICKED IT OUT HIMSELF.]

Wait. What did he not tell you? [OH MY GOD YOU BITCHES.]