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

[spinerip]

[The impact is surprising enough for Spike to go sliding towards the back of his stool, though he doesn't outright fall off (balance 12). He's laughing, though. "Come on now, Muscles, keep your raccoon on a leash!"

Drax reaches down one massive hand and pulls Rocket off of Spike (str 13).]

How many beverages have you imbibed?

[beatupgrass]

[/doesn't even roll an opposed strength for that, because Rocket wasted all his strength hurling himself at Spike's body like a furry missile and he's probably slightly dazed.]

One. One. [There's a note of hysteria in his voice that... only comes out when the alcohol has hit him way too hard.] What? I'm not allowed to get good and soused on what might be my last night on this freakin' planet? Before I willingly walk back into that place and see if they wanna have a few more go-rounds with my insides. Screw that. I don't wanna go back. Don't make me go back.

[Yeah, that is one

drunk as fuck hysterical raccoon... who will be over this when he sobers up, but right now the alcohol has hit that corner of his brain that lets everyone know he's one fearless little bastard and he is having a moment.]

[spinerip]

[Spike's expression softens a little. He can understand far too well how Rocket's feeling right now. Just because he's suicidally stupid doesn't mean he expects other people to be.

Drax isn't paying attention to Spike, though, who seems kind of irrelevant to the situation. Instead, he carries Rocket out of the bar.]

I'll bring you to the room where they keep the dangerous explosives. You'll like that.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket stops struggling and hiccups in a decidedly racconish way that he will vehemently deny happened like he will vehemently deny the last twenty minutes happened.]

Don't patronize me.

[He said, half-heartedly, but he totally wants the dangerous explosives. He's just gonna be a sullen child about it right now.]