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]

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.

[icouldbe_bess]

I'm a connoisseur of proving I never get caught. Plus I get bored. Can I try that? [ she motions to his glass. ]

[mydesigns]

If you don't like the taste of alcohol, you won't like it. [but he slides his glass across to her anyway.]

[icouldbe_bess]

First time for everything. First war, first whiskey. [ she takes a sip and... yup, makes a face. ] Oh god, it's burning! Is it supposed to burn?

[mydesigns]

[he actually smiles w o w.] Yeah, a little bit.

[icouldbe_bess]

Why didn't you warn me? [ and then, because her eyes are squeezed shut and she can get drunk off one beer, she goes to grab her glass to wash out the taste, but grabs will's glass again. she sputters after she swallows it down again, eyes snapping open. THAT WAS A HORRIBLE MISTAKE. ] How do you drink this? How have you not burned a hole in your tongue? Let me see, is it made of steel? Are you Superman, Will Graham? I heard he has glasses.

[mydesigns]

I told you that you wouldn't like it! [and now he's just ... sitting there watching his hot mess unfold. what even.] I'm not a superhero. It's just an acquired taste.

[icouldbe_bess]

[ she is a fucking acquired taste lbr. ] That... I can't feel my tongue.

[mydesigns]

That makes it easier to drink more. [helpful advice FOR ALCOHOLISM]

[icouldbe_bess]

And then your serial killer could bury me alive when I pass out from DKA. [ /shoves horrible drink back at him, but she's smiling so she... doesn't mind. he's all cute and scruffy, just her type. ]

[mydesigns]

[yeah he'll drink that, thank you. and not cry like a lil bitch while doing it.] He's locked up on the other side of the veil. As far as I know. I shot him in the arm.

[icouldbe_bess]

Because you weren't aiming to kill. [ she noted that. ]

[mydesigns]

No, I was. I just missed.

[icouldbe_bess]

Okay, so FYI, my odds are not super great going to war already because of my compromised immune system and delicate squishy body, you're not allowed to shoot me in the field. That would be tremendously rude. And I would be sad. Well, I mean, dead probably. So not very sad.

[mydesigns]

You might live, I used to be an awful shot. [he smiles again. in the words of nathan young, he's creeping out of his weird little shell.] I've gotten better, though. Lots of time to practice. But don't worry, I wouldn't shoot you.

[icouldbe_bess]

Thanks, that's super sweet. [ really? is it really, alice?? ]

[mydesigns]

You might be confusing normal human decency with sweetness. They're easy to mix up, it's okay. [a beat.] Why even go to war, then? If you're so ... delicate. Wynn's taking volunteers, it's not a requirement.

[icouldbe_bess]

I can get out of anywhere and they're breaking into a prison. There's going to be people there who don't know how to sneak away to safety, I can help them. [ it's so gr8 that that is exactly what she will be doing. ]

I did volunteer. I'm kind of a huge proponent of "if there's something wrong, those who have the ability to take action have the responsibility to take action" concept. But National Treasure is, like, my favorite movie.

[mydesigns]

[that all makes a lot of sense, but he's been drinking and monologuing back is hard so he's just like] I've never seen it.

[icouldbe_bess]

Nicholas Cage steals the Declaration of Independence, you can't go wrong. I have it in my room, do you want to watch it? [ what better pre-war activity than WATCHING A STUPID KIDS HISTORICAL HEIST MOVIE???? ]

[mydesigns]

I — okay. I didn't have any other plans for tonight. Besides ... drinking.

[icouldbe_bess]

You can drink in my room. [ she slides off the stool, wobbling slightly bc wee alcohol. she scoops up her water though because that's coming with. ] Come on, follow me. [ SHES GOING, PLEASE FOLLOW. ]

[mydesigns]

I probably shouldn't. Drink more. [but he'll ... take the rest of the bottle that the bartender was using for him anyway. adios, buster bluth. bcuz i guess they were in that lady antebellum music video the whole time. ANYWAY. will's sexy 11 will save means he isn't too sturdy on his feet either as he gets up to follow after her.]

[icouldbe_bess]

[ while she leads them to her room, which takes... a bit (nav 8), she taps her port to check her blood sugar and give herself a bolus because she went to college where thirsty thursdays were a requirement, she is so used to making sure she won't die it's become more of an instinctive action that any really forethought. ] There is a sequel, too, they kidnap the president. It's very... [ she pauses, for nicholas cage effect. ] Dramatic.

[mydesigns]

[he snorts a little.] Sounds like it. I don't even remember the last movie I watched.