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

[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.]

[icouldbe_bess]

I can see why you were in a coma. [ sexy talk with miss lincoln. fling there goes her bra like a slingshot before she crawls onto the bed in her undies which are definitely day of the week underwear. thursday. so sexy. so sensual. she deposits his bottle of whiskey on the same nightstand he was just rifling through. ]

[mydesigns]

[he shrugs like yeah it's nbd, i get stabbed aaaaalllll the time. jk no he really just doesn't want to talk much about it right now. he'd rather just do the thing. the thing being her, i guess. lots of sexy time. he leaves his equally sexy and sensual boxers on the ground with the rest of his clothes and ... gets back on the bed to do the thing.

str 19
dex 18
fort save 9 ... sounds right for his drunk ass
wis 14
cha 14

NOT TOO SHABBY, MR. GRAHAM. and now he's all set for the next seven years ]

[icouldbe_bess]

[ there is a lot of sexy and sensual up in here. tina belcher would be proud. and probably write erotic friendfiction about it.

str 12
dex 18
fort 5
wis 12
cha 16

not bad at all for spur of the moment drunk sex between actual strangers. she doesn't say anything though, relaxing against the pillows, not snuggling or whatever, but not pulling away either. this counts under the last chance at intimacy clause. ]

[mydesigns]

[he's okay with not talking. or moving. mostly because he wants to go to sleep now. /typical dude. he does make an attempt to look at her eyes again. (his are a sexy and sensual piercing shade of blue.) but that was weird and he decides to go back to never looking at people in the eyes again.]

[icouldbe_bess]

[ her eyes are brown. plain brown, kind of like hershey's kisses if he wants to get beat poet dramatic about it. or like oxidized blood. either or. not that exciting. the movie is still playing so she half pays attention, fumbling around on her side table for a mini juice box. once that's gone, she flings it aside and does actually curl up against will since the lumberjack doesn't seem to be moving.

she was born in canada, we should have seen this coming. ]

[mydesigns]

[will tries to pay attention to the movie for a hot minute ... but then he falls asleep. since he's so bad at sleeping, he'll probably wake up in a couple hours, politely gather his shit and leave, but until then ... enjoy cuddling with ur scruffy lumberjack librarian, alice.]

[icouldbe_bess]

[ zzz she falls asleep soon after. and doesn't wake up when he leaves. it's been swell. they can have meaningful eye contact at the briefing. ]