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

[heavensend]

[ ♬ from a balance beam - bright eyes

concern wends its way across her features, and she looks pained on his behalf, as she urges: ] Maybe it's the hardest thing in the world, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try.

I've been there. Maybe not precisely where you are - I have no idea where that is, obviously. But... when the Unicorn sent me back to New York to fulfill some unknown destiny, I felt so alienated by what the city had become, the cynicism and sense of loss that permeated so much of what surrounded me, that I thought it would be the end of me. I couldn't bring myself to explain it to anyone for so long: the crushing weight of my own memories of that place, things that had been lost to me forever, combined with the hopelessness I found everywhere.

It felt so melodramatic. To everyone else who lived there, that was normal. It was just how things were, and they couldn't understand why it seemed to tear me apart the way it did. Why it was all wrong.

If I hadn't ever found a way to talk to someone about it - anyone - I don't know how long I would have lasted, Des.

I don't want you to feel trapped the way I did.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des inhales a bit. Melodramatic- yeah, there's a word for it, but he knows everything she's saying. He's been there- exactly there- and could probably talk at length about the shock to the system that seeing a place change when you haven't will do to a person.

He chews on the inside of his cheek, unable to speak, looking horribly lost and sympathetic and a mixture of other emotions, and then he pulls her in a direction.]

Not out here. It's not a... polite company story.

[silvermaid]

[ she just nods and lets him take the lead to find an empty room. /HOPS TO A SECRET LOG I GUESS. ALL THE SECRETS. ]