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

[mydesigns]

[will is just drinking whiskey, ok. he watches this entire exchange like wtf ... it's not like there's anything else for him to watch. don't engage will. no, wait, it's too late, his mouth is running away him.]

What were you expecting?

[icouldbe_bess]

It's supposed to taste like Dr Pepper. [ she pouts, nudging her glass so the shot clinks against the inside of the glass. ] I mean, it does taste like Dr Pepper, but it also tastes like alcohol which was not what I was going for.

[mydesigns]

[dryly] I think the only way to avoid the taste of alcohol is to not drink alcohol.

[icouldbe_bess]

Which would be fine, if I wanted to be cognizant right now.

[mydesigns]

Trying to avoid thinking about tomorrow?

[icouldbe_bess]

Yes. [ she takes another, less aggressive, sip of her beer. makes another face. ] Trying to think about anything. I kind of suck at getting out of my own head.

[mydesigns]

Me too. [he takes a drink of whiskey. he means "me too" to ... everything, really.]

[icouldbe_bess]

[ she slides her glass across the bar top to knock against his before gaking another drink. cheers. ] I'm Alice, who are you then?

[ her new enlgand accent gets vaguely irish as she drinks. ]

[mydesigns]

Will. Will Graham.

[icouldbe_bess]

[ okay will, will graham. she flashes a brief smile because it's polite and she knows how to carry on a conversation. her parents we be so proud. ] Is it working for you, the drinking?

[mydesigns]

[yeaaaahhhh conversational skills. he smiles wanly.] Not yet. I feel like drinking until it did would probably end with me in a coma.

[icouldbe_bess]

Alcohol poisoning is kind of bad news. Probably shouldn't do that. [ sip sip. ]

[mydesigns]

I've been through worse. But then, I'm guessing most of the people here could say the same.

[icouldbe_bess]

I had my tonsils out when I was six. [ IS THST SIMILAR????? alice's life was actually ridiculously boring. all her grandparents are still alive, she's only personally known like one person who has died and it was her great aunt bea who was ninety three. has tag blessed. ]

[mydesigns]

[ he finishes his whiskey and orders another. eight fingers whiskey. jk not in this thread. but really tho that's why he's all like ... yeah story time. sharing my fucked up life with random strangers. ] I had encephalitis last year. I was in a coma for a while when I first got here, actually. Not the castle, but from the other side of the Veil. I'd been stabbed, almost bled out.

[icouldbe_bess]

Like meningitis for your brain? [ she makes a horrified/fascinated face. ] I had meningitis in college but it wasn't super coma bad, like it was only bad because I'm diabetic. [ wait a second, let her catch up and absently order a water. ] Wait, your coma was... unrelated...? You're super unlucky.

[mydesigns]

[he nods, adding] I think I ended up in an induced coma while they treated it. My memories around that time are really ... [he makes a wavy hand motion] unreliable. And probably half-missing. [hey wait. a beat passes before this occurs to him.] I thought you just said the worst thing that happened to you was that you had your tonsils out.

[icouldbe_bess]

No, I just said I had them out. [ she's not following? ]

[mydesigns]

I thought — [he shakes his head. maybe he is drunker than he thought??] Never mind. It's not important.

[icouldbe_bess]

[ no wait she figured it out! (wis 12) ] Oh. Yeah, diabetes sucks but I've had it pretty under control since I was a kid. [ she hefts up her shirt a little to show the pump tucked into her pocket, the catheter disappearing under her shirt and a piece of medical tape. ] I mean, I can drink and stuff, so it's not a big deal, it's second nature now.

[mydesigns]

Once I caught a pharmacist who gave diabetics the wrong medication to induce a coma, then buried them alive. [mmm whiskey. while sharing things she probably didn't need to know. good job will graham.] I was shooting to kill, but I didn't.

[icouldbe_bess]

That's gross. [ actual chinhands. ] Were you a cop? I love handcuffs.

[mydesigns]

[/oblivious.] I was a cop, then I taught at the FBI Academy. I, uh, worked with the FBI a lot outside of the Academy. As a Special Agent.

[icouldbe_bess]

Like Men In Black? [ ...sure. take a shot every time alice is dumb. /dies of alcohol poisoning. she takes another drink, rescuing the shot from the glass once the beer gets low enough, putting it face down on the bar. ] Saving diabetics from being buried alive and turned into fertilizer. [ if only she knew. ] I was sort of a thief. I've never actually stolen anything. Well, a few times, but it put them back.

[mydesigns]

Less aliens, more serial killers. [he takes another swallow of his drink and half-laughs. which is basically a whole laugh for will.] Sort of a thief who never actually stole anything. That's funny.