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]

[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.

[icouldbe_bess]

Oh, that's really sad. [ she reaches over to pat his arm. probably misses and pats his chest. she pulls to a stop in front of a door and holds it open for will. insert run of the mill squire room. it's fairly neat, at least clothes wise, they're all tucked into drawers or closets. there is a trunk at the foot of the bed, open with handcuffs, chains, locks, various and sundry escape artisty type paraphernalia tumbling out of it. the bed itself is unmade and one of her blankets is draped over the, let's say, love seat in front of the dresser she put her tv on. ] Here we are. You can sit or whatever while I put the movie in.

[ /does the thing. ]

[mydesigns]

I'm just ... always busy. [said like he doesn't think it's that sad???? but he doesn't know all the gr8 movies he's missing out on. he'd probably ... still not be sad if he knew. oh well. he sits on a corner of the bed and looks sufficiently awkward.]

[icouldbe_bess]

[ sitting on the bed, that's a bold move, cotton, let's see how it works out for him. alice is too busy putting the dvd in to really take stock on the situation but once she does, she just presses play and sits next to him like nbd because yay national treasure and she hasn't really absorbed the fact. ] Do you think we're going to die? I mean, does Andres scream violent suicide mission to you or was that some weird subtext I picked up like Johnlock?

[mydesigns]

[what's a johnlock????? no ... no, will, just ignore it. focus on the other part. he looks down at his lap.] Maybe. Sounds dangerous, like the odds are stacked against us. Maybe especially for me since, as noted, I'm incredibly unlucky. But I agree with you. I think if we can help, we should. I'm okay with dying if my death means something.

[icouldbe_bess]

That's really noble. I find that weirdly attractive. [ what is filter? ] Mostly because it feels like you're telling the truth. [ plus he is paraphrasing her fancy quote. gpoy. ]

[mydesigns]

[he smiles again. wow.] That's not one I hear often. I think I unsettle people more than I attract them.

[icouldbe_bess]

Because you casually talk about serial killers and shooting people? [ maybe, that might have something to do with it. ]

[mydesigns]

Um. Something like that. I tend to do poorly in social situations. I'm ... delicate, too. Unstable. My moorings are built in the sand.

[icouldbe_bess]

My parents have a beach house in Wilmington that's withstood seven hurricanes. I think you're doing great. [ so don't mind her leaning in to maybe kiss him if he doesn't jerk away and make her tip over off the bed and on to the floor. ]

[mydesigns]

[look he gets action about as often as vulcans do and he's already accepted that hey we might be going off to die tomorrow, so he lets her kiss him. and even gets into it.]

[icouldbe_bess]

[ sweet she's not on the floor. i mean what, kissing, yes. her hand reaches out to rest again his chest, shirt fisting between her fingers. whiskey still tastes like fire, but at least she can see the appeal this way. ]

[mydesigns]

[his bottle of whiskey rolls across the bed away from him (at least it wasn't open?) as he uses his hands to grip her waist instead. just making sure she doesn't fall off the bed ok. while they continue to kiss.]

[icouldbe_bess]

[ she squirms the tiniest bit, another instinct to protect her pump though since he's seen it and he's smart she has no doubt he isn't going to damage it with his sandy moorings. but the squirming brings her closer and since he's holding her now she doesn't feel the need to prop herself up, which leaves her other hand free to roam. specifically gain purchase against his shoulder, pulling herself closer still. ]

[mydesigns]

[omg he knows how to be gentle ok. and yes, he saw it, so. it's ok. he moves to kiss her neck for a bit, stopping only to say, in that blunt and completely unromantic way he has with words:] It might be our last chance at intimacy with anyone, if you want —

[icouldbe_bess]

[ will's brand of romance is perfect for alice, it seems. maybe she could do well with more being told she's pretty or something, but she appreciates the forthrightness and nods. ] I do. [ her nimble fingers release his shirt only to start working on the buttons of his shirt. scruffy lumberjack. v sexy. ]

[mydesigns]

[well if he said it now it would be like he read the brackets her mind, ok. his eyes glance to meet hers for a split second, but she's already working on the buttons of his shirt so it's like a craigslist missed connection. actually ... he is uneasy about messing with her clothes because of all her medical equipment. so he'll just let her undress him like a barbie. that's cool.] Do you have condoms?

[icouldbe_bess]

Nightstand, I think. [ alice's sisters taught her never to trust a guy to come prepared.

once she gets his shirt unbuttoned, she pushes it back over his shoulders, but seems to catch his hesitation (sense motive 17, tipsy intuition) so she lets him finish and starts on her own. which is as simple as pulling her blouse over her head and quickly disconnecting the pump from the catheter. she tucks the open end under the tape before standing to shimmy out of her jeans, flip flops long since discarded. ]

[mydesigns]

[omg it's not like he's had sex with anyone in like five million years excuse him for living a sad life. while she stands, he stands too to a) get out of his own pants and b) check the nightstand for condoms. she can see his sexy stab wound scar now. i think he has bullet scars too but i'm too lazy to double check where they are. he's lived through some shit, ok.]