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]

Uh, it's Astrid, actually. [GETTING THOSE TEQUILA SHOTS NOW.]

[missindependent]

[ fiona turns to bambi, slightly confused ] Wait. Your name's Thumper? Or Bambi? [ you know what nvm b/c here comes astrid with more shots ] Fuck yes! Tequila! [ grabbing that salt shaker ]

[theshameofcain]

Bambi. My mother is a horrible person who should never be allowed to name children. [Except her sister had a nice, normal name. GDI Mama Dalton.

She ditches her vodka in favor of the tequila as she glares daggers at Astrid. It's probably a bad idea to go from vodka collinses to tequila shot, but whatever. She could die tomorrow.

So she's gonna be a catty bitch all she wants.]

So, Astrid, how are you spending what might be your last night on earth?

[pathology]

Well, I had sex with my boyfriend, went to Starbucks, was assaulted by a raccoon, took my mentor out to dinner, and now I just want to do shots. What about you?

[theshameofcain]

[


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Somehow avoided doing things that would get me assaulted by adorable woodland creatures.

[DOES A SHOT to numb the pain of having no life]

[pathology]

He was only adorable until he started talking. And well ... okay, it was really more like the raccoon jumped my boyfriend, and I had to put a scalpel to his neck to get him to stop. [DOINGS SHOTS NOW.] It was some Philly realness.

[theshameofcain]

[Bambi casts a sidelong glance at Fiona and then leans forward.] I think someone spiked your Starbucks, because any kind of Philly realness that involves talking wildlife usually involves controlled substances.

[pathology]

You don't get it. He wasn't like the raccoon in Pocahontas. He was a little psychopath. And I was stone cold sober.

[missindependent]

[ yeah fiona's just watching all this like u bitches crazy but wait. there's a talking raccoon around here somewhere?? ] Where's he at?!

[theshameofcain]

[Whispering to Fiona.] Shhh. She's making it up.

[missindependent]

Oh. [ she whispers back, deflating slightly ] Why would anyone make that up?

[pathology]

[listen 20 total you dicks :| ] I wouldn't, because it's too fucking ridiculous for me to make up on my own! I don't know, just go where there's food and shiny things, you'll probably see him trying to steal it all. Oh, or the armory. I think he's going to put together a bomb. [/spoils tomorrow for them???]

[missindependent]

A bomb? Awesome! [ nvm that's not something one should probably trust a raccoon with... ] We should go check that shit out!

[theshameofcain]

[NOT BUYING IT.] Okay. Seriously, Astrid. Just because John McClane was a raccoon in that one cartoon...

[pathology]

[excuse u.] Why are you so set on believing I'm always wrong about everything?

[ALSO NO SHE IS NOT INVITING ANYONE ELSE TO HER AND ROCKET'S EXPLOSIVES PARTY. maybe if fiona was alone she'd be lucky but she's with astrid's ~~~archnemesis~~~.]

[missindependent]

[ whoa. whoa. fiona is not into fighting unless there's gonna be fists thrown. this catty shit does nothing for her. also, she really wants to see that talking raccoon D: ] Hey, maybe she's right, okay. I've seen weirder shit. Look! [ she holds up a wrist ] I'm a fucking genie, okay. A talking raccoon that makes bombs is not really that far-fetched in my world.

[theshameofcain]

[Bambi is not... dignifying Astrid's comment with a response. CLEARLY IT'S BECAUSE YOU WANT TO BE AN ATTENTION WHORE??? She finished her vodka collins and slides off the barstool.]

Hey if you two wanna chill with the raccoon, be my guest. I need a smoke.

[pathology]

Bye, have fun developing lung cancer.

[missindependent]

[ welp. more shots for them. speaking of which, fiona downs one, then two, then a third in quick succession, sipping on a mixed drink while she waits for those to settle ] Any other cool stories you'd like to share?

[pathology]

Not really. All my stories are kind of lame. Or PTSD-inducing.

[missindependent]

Huh. [ she looks around the bar thoughtfully ] Maybe it's time you make some more exciting ones then.

[pathology]

Are you offering to help?

[missindependent]

Anything for a friend, right? [ she shrugs, downing another shot ]

[pathology]

[this thread is going weird lesbian places ... w/e astrid doesn't care.] Oh, yeah, totally.

[missindependent]

[ that is totally not what she means by 'adventure' ever, but eh, we'll see where it goes ] Well, what's something crazy you've always wanted to do, but never had the balls to actually follow through on?