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

[nepotism]

Can't. First hand experience dictates I must tell the tale of your skill far and wide.

[pathology]

Yeah, yeah, put it on Yelp.

[nepotism]

Maybe I will.

[pathology]

You're so dumb. [but she's grinning so it doesn't sound like much of an insult. and now they're inside yay.]

[nepotism]

Hey, who was the mentor here and who the mentee? That should gain me some undumb cred. [ he moves to the podium, with one hand in his pocket, tossing up two fingers to the greeter. ]

[pathology]

Yeahhhh, maybe a little. But only just a little.

[nepotism]

We can't all be neurosurgeons or whatever. The world works better with some balance.

[pathology]

Well, yeah. Maybe that's why we make such a good team.

[nepotism]

[ he glances over at her as the waitress grabs menus and gestures for them to follow. ] ... We do, don't we?

[pathology]

[dragging the fuck out of the word so it's like fifty syllables.] Obbbviously.

[nepotism]

Maybe we'll wind up on a mission together again some time. Soon, I mean. I'm sure we will eventually.

[pathology]

If we don't die. Which, I'm not saying as a cue to be all like it was a pleasure to work with you blah blah all that shit. I'm just saying.

[nepotism]

Seems a little bit like bad luck to me, giving you a farewell speech before a big fight.

[pathology]

So don't. Just make sure to mention how awesome I am at some point over dinner.

[nepotism]

I'll try to withhold it until you're not expecting it.

[pathology]

Wunderbar. If you could try not to cry, too, that would be great.

[nepotism]

I can make no promises.

[pathology]

[sighs like she is so ~put upon~] If a couple manly tears happen to fall, I guess I'll allow it.

[nepotism]

You are a wise and fair god.

[pathology]

Goddess, get it right. [they should be seated by now right??? probably ... ]

[nepotism]

[ oh whoops. I THOUGHT I SAID THAT but i suck at everything so probably not. time for menus and shit. ] My bad.

So what are you getting?

[pathology]

[maybe you did idk anyway that's what happened ok. astrid replies, firmly and decisively:] A salad and french fries.

[nepotism]

Did you miss the big sign outside? We can go back out there if you want to see it. I didn't take a picture. It said 'steakhouse'.

[pathology]

I don't like meat!

[nepotism]

Maybe you just haven't met the right meat yet.