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]

I'm not trying to die. Who would try to die. Lydia made me promise to try not to, actually.

[Which says something. But he's too wrapped up in the rest to really see it.]

I don't really know why I came here. [blowjobs...no jk] Guess I just wanted to see if I needed to say goodbye or something.

[ex_psionic439]

Okay, seriously? Now I'm about to smack you across the face. No one that matters is going to die. [...] Which I realize sounds really fucked up after I actually said it, but I think you know what I mean.

Besides, we'll see each other at this meeting in a few hours. And we'll have each others' backs when shit hits the fan anyway. Don't be so morbid.

[killingtodeath]

So you're going. [The corner of his mouth starts to lift into a smile. Because knowing that Adam will be there help him not die? Makes him feel a little better.] Wait did you just imply that I matter? You totally did.

[ex_psionic439]

[Insert eyeroll here. But he couldn't really hide the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth either.]

I guess. [Which was probably meant to apply to both questions. Because he couldn't really deny either at this point.]

[killingtodeath]

[This is so gay. There might be a rainbow stretching out across the background rn. Stiles just smiles, so they can share a meaningful look without words. To make it that much more gay.]

[ex_psionic439]

[Rainbows and glittery sparkles, even.

But after so long Adam's smile becomes that much broader, like he's trying not to laugh at how ridiculous this shit was.]

So are we done eye-fucking each other yet?

[Look, someone had to call the homo. Surprise, it was Adam.]

[killingtodeath]

[Stiles scoffs a laugh and gives Adam's shoulder a shove.]

I don't know. Was it good for you? [He stands and shakes off all those feelings.]

You think anyone would deny me a pre-war beer around here?

[ex_psionic439]

Not with me around, they won't.

[Any heartless fuck who would refuse to serve someone alcohol but not bat an eye at sending them to fucking war deserved to get mindraped tbh.]

[killingtodeath]

[The joys of befriending a psion. Stiles just turns and figures Adam will follow so they can get their drink on.]

Hey, so thanks. For all the shit you've helped me out with here. Lydia and Damon and.. [He shrugs.] You've been really cool.

[ex_psionic439]

[Well, Adam planned to get his drank on tonight anyway. Might as well start early given the very real possibility of death looming on the horizon and all. He follows Stiles out into the hallway.]

I know, right. [Like it was a given or something. You're welcome for letting you blow me??

But since Stiles wants to come out of the closet about it, Adam is just going to belt out this little number to let him know he feels you, bro (perform 21). Them high ceilings have some nice acoustics.

Now everyone can know how gay they are for each other. Golden Girls gay.]

[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?

[ex_psionic439]

Oh shit, that reminds me. I never told you about that Bambi chick.

[He just kind of pauses to breathe out a laugh while he thinks back on that hot mess.]

Surprise, I was on desk duty, right? Because that's apparently where all the magic happens. Anyway, this girl starts talking to me about my taste in music [read: I was singing some lame ass shit again], and then dares me to belt out Backstreet Boys to the next person that calls.

[He reaches over to stop grab Stiles's shoulder in order to stop him in his tracks so that he can convey the seriousness of what he's about to say next.]

I fucking serenaded the boss with some straight up quit playing games with my heart. [It was actually "As Long as you Love Me" but whatever, same thing tbh.] And then actually played that shit off.

[killingtodeath]

[Despite all the seriousness that's been going on, Stiles can't help but burst into laughter at that story.]

You're serious? Wow. Only you, man. I feel like you're one step away from front manning your own knightly boy band.

[ex_psionic439]

I'll probably forget you when I'm famous, so you might want to soak it up now while you still can.

[As they continue on to talk about the dumbest shit on earth over drinks wtf.]

[killingtodeath]

Wow. I see how it is. Missed opportunities, man- because I would make a kick ass manager.