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

1/2

[nothingsodivine]

[Yeah. Des is giving whoever is at the desk the biggest DO NOT SAY ONE FUCKING WORD TO ME, YOU MISERABLE PIECE OF SHIT look. Seriously. He is not putting up with your doppelganger paranoia bullshit today.

Of course Des is level of pissed off is nothing compared to...]

2/2

[beatupgrass]

[...That incoherent Brooklyn yelling bringing up the rear of the party. Like some of those words might not be actual words. Or it might be Kree. Not that Rocket speaks Kree, but he can apparently swear in it fluently.]

All right. All right I'm here. Can I take this freakin' thing off now?

[He's not waiting for an answer. The second he's over the threshold, there's a raccoon with an unfeasibly large (for a raccoon) machine gun slung over his shoulder, tearing off the blindfold (and I pity whoever had to convince him to put that on).]

[killingtodeath]

[Myri is pretty quiet as they enter. She's not going to be very chatty, probably. But that works because there are a lot of loud people.

But this tag is mostly to talk about how sTILES IS REALLY CONFUSED RIGHT NOW???]

Uh-- [So there are a bunch of very unhappy people and a raccoon with a large gun??] They skipped the "how to handle this crap" part of the training. Can I, uh- help you guys with something?

[He just keeps looking at Rocket, then looking away, then back at Rocket. Good raccoon. Niiiiiiice raccoon.]

[slay]

Can you call back to Wynn? He'll want to know the Andres Team is back.

[ Most of them, anyway. She shoots a meaningful gaze Gar's way, expression soft. Her serious demeanor is the result of learning how to 100% tune Rocket out, so she's not going to be the one unblindfolding him. :) ]

[killingtodeath]

...Yeah, let me just- [He grabs the phone and might be humming Tommy Tutone because he's kind of a jackass. Or maybe Wynn reminds Stiles of Jenny. THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW.

He pulls the receiver away to mouth 'IT'S RINGING' to them. In case they didn't know.]

[graveflowers]

Hey sweetie. [ she gives stiles a reassuring smile because he probably needs one in the face of this crowd tbh. he gets a thumbs up too. rocket is a rude dick rn, her nature lover side just wants to kick him in the nuts so she summarily ignores him. and leeeeeeans over the desk to grab a pop tart from stiles' stash.esm

[65]

[finnick walks along the wall of the lobby until he finds a bottle of booze that he and archer hid in one of the nooks in the walls. and pulls it out. yep. it's one of those times.]

[wynn]

[ wynn picks dat shit up, as rafael brings up the rear, watching finnick dig out his secret booze stash with a raised eyebrow. ] Yes?

[killingtodeath]

Hey, boss. [He gives Vi a quick wink while she comes to steal his snack. He can tell she needs it.]

Special delivery for you. Andres team. With a side of raccoon?

[beatupgrass]

[Aforementioned raccoon is just "BITCH PLS" as he... surveys the lobby, now that he's no longer blindfolded, clearly more interested in it than his honor. Damn. That's a sweet lobby. These people are crazy and loaded.

This shuts him right the fuck up. So yay.]

[wynn]

[ there's a slight pause, then: ] Send them along. I'll call the rest of their team.

[killingtodeath]

You got it, boss. [Stiles hangs up and definitely fails a wisdom check to not make another smart ass comment.]

You're all fired.

[...]

Kidding. He says he'll meet you in there.

[graveflowers]

Stiles. [ she says it quietly as she shakes her head. honey, no. now is not the time. but that's all he gets from her before she just grabs myri's hand and drags her off to the round table room. ]

[rationalizes]

[ gar lingers at the desk for a moment, before she manages to lean over to ask stiles quietly: ] Have-- have you seen Sir Chessing about the castle in the last few days? [ she does not look any more hopeful about this than... any of her current situation, really. everything is spiders. ]

[killingtodeath]

[Vi's reaction quiets him at least. Whoops. This is serious time. NO ONE TOLD HIM.

When Gar stays behind, he glances at the group as they go before turning back to her, shaking his head.]

No. Sorry. [Because he is pretty sure she was hoping for a yes. You don't usually ask that otherwise.]

[nothingsodivine]

[The interlopers will just... follow since they don't have keys. Des is still utterly stoic.]

This is gonna be a fun little sit-down. [He nods at Finnick's bottle.] Share the wealth, Odair. We're all of us killing our livers tonight.

[Meanwhile, Rocket actually looks like he's deeply considering just hanging back and not following the crazy people, but curiosity and possibly totally rational fears of being alone in a strange place (gun or not, because A GUN DID NOT HELP HIM NOT GET CAPTURED AND TORTURED ON ANDRES OKAY) make him follow. Reluctantly. Bringing up the rear so no one's at his back.]

[65]

[he looks over at des like he really doesn't fucking want to ... but hands the bottle over. it's ok he knows where the rest are hidden.] Better our livers than the rest of us.

[graveflowers]

[ vi stares at the bottle forlornly before aggressively shoving the pop tart in her face. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri is too traumatized to even be bothered by everyone trying to get shit faced. She even debates joining in briefly but. Naw. She's just going to sit by Vi and stare at nothing.]

[slay]

[ wheee round table room. buffy's gonna keep fairly close to myri, but probably ... with finnick between them since myri is by vi and finnick is presumably by myri. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike's gonna seat himself near the door, not worrying too much about who he's near. He just wants to get this over with so he can drink himself into oblivion.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des takes his usual position on the other side of the door (booze in hand), because he doesn't like sitting at the round table, okay.

Rocket, meanwhile, trails in and just... finds a corner where he can observe this entire situation like whaaat the fuck is even happening. #newbieproblems. also you guys look super culty right now.]

[65]

[finnick is taking the bottle back before he takes his seat. that was to borrow, not for keepsies, des. X( he just sit wherever, probably close to myri.]

[isisagent]

[Archer lumbers in with the rest of them, nothing worth saying, really. They left to get information, and maybe extract a guy - instead they lost one of the few people Archer considers vaguely useful, and replaced her with a furball.]

[He plops down in a chair, his suit still riddled with dried blood and holes from various bullet wounds he suffered fighting soldiers - he hasn't bothered to change yet.]

[rationalizes]

[ gar looks like she wants to ask stiles more, but the group is all halfway down the hall, so instead she pulls herself away from stiles with nothing more than a small nod. as she passes by the door to jack's room, she slows for half a second, her eyes skidding that way, looking more lost than ever, before she squares her shoulders and pushes on to join the others.

gar moves to sit on the opposite side of the table from where most people are crowded up, as rafael slides in beside buffy. ]