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]

[ 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. ]

[watchmaker]

Well, she does. Most of the time, anyway. Sorry?

[bittersweeter]

It's fine, don't worry. I just miss her. [ and she's over emotional rn so more :( but pizza senses lila's distress and leaps up on the bed, padding over to sylar like hey, how are you. pet me. ]

[watchmaker]

[he pets the cat like fine whatever. i can do the thing.] I'll bring her next time.

[bittersweeter]

[ she hums an agreeable noise as she sets her soda aside, curling up under the covers. ] And then... you'll stay?

[watchmaker]

That time already, huh?

[bittersweeter]

I'm milking this war bride thing for all it's worth. [ she slides over to curl up against him, letting pizza nestle between them. ] I wanna wake up next to you everyday, even when I don't sleep. So... I want you to wake up next to me everyday.

[watchmaker]

[he snorts in amusement.] Fine, fine. I'll look at apartments while you're gone, so I can be all moved in by the time you're back. Or was that something you wanted to do together?

[bittersweeter]

Oh no, you can definitely take care of it. [ which is weird because normally she is such a control freak? and real estate in her niche. but she honestly doesn't mind sylar doing it all for the both of them. ] My only requests are hardwood floors and a bathtub. I can live with anything else.

[watchmaker]

Well, I can't exactly expect Miss Moppet not to have a bathtub now, can I? [he snorts a laugh.] I'll take care of it.

[bittersweeter]

Okay. [ sounds good to her. she snuggles closer, which jostles pizza and he gets up to find some other place to lay. lila makes a whiny noise like no, don't leave, you're so warm, but then she decides she doesn't care and he's already flounced to the foot of the bed. ]

[watchmaker]

[mmm snuggling. and then they ... snuggled some more all night probably?? until sylar fell asleep like a normal dude who sleeps.]

[bittersweeter]

[ ♫ let's love -- echosmith

far too early to be courteous but after she's gotten dressed and fed and cuddled the cat, lila crawls back into bed next to sylar and nudges him awake, waiting until he opens his eyes to speak. ] Hey.

[ no, that's not right. she looks at him tiredly, not even managing a smile. ] I have to go.

[ she wanted to say goodbye. just... in case. but she needs him to be awake for that. ]

[watchmaker]

[he wakes up slowly, like what happen??? then he realizes ... what is happening. and frowns.] So you decided? You're going? [to andres. that part is unspoken but definitely there.]

[bittersweeter]

Yeah. [ she has the grace to sound apologetic and rather unwilling. but faye. that's the crux of it. faye. she can't just let her best friend do this alone. ] But I'm coming back, you're not getting out of this war bride thing.

[watchmaker]

You better. [he kisses her, and in an attempt to lighten the mood] I don't want to be a war widow left with two cats to raise.

[i just said it was an attempt, ok.]

[bittersweeter]

[ she ducks her head against his chest, brief smile obvious in her words. ] Single father, you'd have all the ladies lining up.

[watchmaker]

Just the cat ladies, though. [he wrinkles his nose like ew.]

[bittersweeter]

Well, good. If I die, I want you to be alone forever. [ actual worst person on the planet. ]

[watchmaker]

No rebound? Ever? Not even after a couple centuries? Harsh. [/acts like he doesn't know his gf and expect this behavior out of her.]

[bittersweeter]

Nope, I'm the end of the line for you, Gabriel Gray. [ she taps his nose playfully with her finger. ]