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

[nepotism]

there's a steakhouse about two blocks from downtown hq. nothing like it.

[pathology]

do they have french fries?

[nepotism]

steak fries

[pathology]

i'm so down. let's go eat your feelings. i'll pay ♥

[nepotism]

you mean wynn will pay?

[pathology]

shhhhhh. are you coming or not?

[nepotism]

i can't promise i'll be great company rn

[pathology]

it's fine. if you start depressing me i'll just play candy crush or something.

[nepotism]

deal

[pathology]

cool. i'll meet you in the parking garage in 10 min next to the bright pink honda fit :)

[nepotism]

you got it

[pathology]

[wheeee. she's waiting there whenever fred shows up, leaning back against the driver's side of her barbie-colored compact car (yes it is hers, why would wynn keep something like this in stock even) texting or playing candy crush or whatever she does on her phone all day.]

[nepotism]

[ here comes mopey face mcgee ] ... Hey.

[pathology]

Hey! [maybe if she is cheerful he will ... not be sad???? brilliant plan. this is the mind like a diamond that made it through portal...] Are you ready?

[nepotism]

As I'll ever be. ... For steak. Which I guess is pretty damn ready.

[pathology]

Awesome. [she unlocks the car so he can get in. it is not ... the messiest car in existence, but it's not sparkly clean either. there are empty starbucks cups on the passenger side floor. and also designer clothes with tags still on strewn in the backseat. (she was celebrating still being alive by being a klepto don't judge her.) she hooks up her phone with a usb that's already plugged in so they can listen to some of her gr9 music.]

So, it's pretty great, right? [she means the car.] I got my parents to send it over from Philly a few months ago [plus the two months she was gone she doesn't automatically count so ... actually a lot of months ago] but I've hardly had a chance to take it out.

[nepotism]

[ he totally doesn't seem to notice the mild mess, and he looks around, trying to drum up fake interest that he obviously isn't feeling because he's

dead inside

i mean what. ] It's nice.

You ever get a chance to go back?

[pathology]

[SHE'S TRYING TO TAKE HIS MIND OFF THINGS OK. she's just ... not good at it. wut r social skills.] No. I mean, I could, it's not like I'm disowned or anything, it would just ... be weird, I guess. Home's never the same place you leave it. Like ... literally. My mom redecorates when she's bored.

[nepotism]

So you might come back and find your room turned into a walk-in shoe closet?

[pathology]

Maybe? It would be really shitty of her to target my room, since my family home is a dope party mansion, but who knows. Parents are weird.

[nepotism]

I guess it depends on how spiteful they are, huh.

[pathology]

Yeah. I don't know, my parents are like ... you know how when Tamagotchis were a thing, you'd get one and be really into it for like a week and then kind of forget about it? That's like my parents ... with actual children.

[nepotism]

Yeesh. That... sounds rough.

[pathology]

It's ... not bad? They think I'm in med school at Oxford now so ... that kind of sucks.

[nepotism]

Do you ever have to like... forge photographs of yourself in front of Oxford to send home on postcards?