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[ This week in The Quarantine Is Not A Cool Place, imminent domination looms on the horizon? Apparently? Finn met one of these guys once in the ice maze (where he presumably learned that he's Taako) and he seemed like an okay guy, actually. But hey, what does Finn know. That guy he met either deadass murdered someone off-screen or turned them into a bird maybe, both of which have been established as fully feasible and fully horrifying.

Realistically, Finn probably stopped paying very close attention the second they hit the "freedom is a lie, we'll bring order" sentiment. He was busy losing his fucking mind, which may or may not have actually just been gripped by the icy fingers of straight-up panic. What he knows is his mind has long outlined for him that he cannot afford to not take this message seriously, no matter how weird it may be.

Anyway WHAT'S UP, FINN'S HOME, EVIDENCED PERHAPS MOST CLEARLY BY THE WAY HE GOES TO TOWN SLAMMING THE FRONT DOOR OPEN. He pulls from somewhere dumb like a closet shelf or under one of the beds... three homemade bug out bags! He has also stashed for his convenience an empty one. Finn's not dumb, okay. He prepared for this possibility within a week of arriving. ]

Who's still here?! We need to regroup!

[ That empty bag is the one he's starting to ransack this room to fill, as efficiently as possible. Mostly random snack foods and stuff that could supplement what he already put together rations-wise, but at this point he's also stressed out enough to start reaching the "if it fits it ships" event horizon. Nothing is safe. Which, ironically, is the whole point and he was right all along and he KNEW IT. ]

From:

paged

You tell me you're in the hospital right before they discharge you? What the fuck, Poe

From:

spellslots

What do I have to do?! Spell it out for him? Why can't he just plow me and pull my hair at the same time

From:

spellslots

🚨IMPORTANT QUESTION🚨
Is there weed in your reality?

From:

deploy

Hey. Sup?

[Here's John trying to be cool. It's not going so well.]

From:

deploy

Signed my first recruit to RR-1 today.

[Does he sound happy? Because he's happy.]

From:

talentedscavenger

[It's been days...weeks since she last saw Poe. How things ended...it wasn't right. Rey shouldn't have brought up that plan...she shouldn't have involved Leia. There are so many things she wants to apologize for, and she's started to text Poe dozens of times, but nothing ever looked right. Her words didn't feel like they were good enough.

After everything that's happened, and what she's learned...she knows she needs to text him. A way to reach out, to repair what she tore down.]

I'm sorry.

[The message is short, very short, but it's all she can bring herself to write. Giving him something that was long winded, or flowery wasn't her.

And if he didn't reply back, then at least she didn't waste both of their time by writing something super long.]

Edited Date: 2018-01-31 01:53 am (UTC)

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bythehand

Exactly how strong was your stance on me "not becoming a murderer" last time you checked?

[ If Finn was really serious he wouldn't be asking. He'd be doing the thing where he lets impulse take the wheel, and doing. Something. Not sure exactly what.

... and okay, it's still tempting to gun it (metaphorically or literally), is the thing. It's Hux. There's more baggage there than the Falcon could take in one trip. As a respected member of a protective organization, known for maybe occasionally shoving people out of the way to just hug friends in broad daylight, that is not an ideal temptation.

So the next best step is to-- touch home base, sort of. Because usually if he's not feeling especially reasonable, Poe manages to step in and cover where he falls short. Finn is an okay person who makes quips and is in control of himself, obviously, and he is very good at restraint. But if he's not necessarily, he can generally rely on Poe Dameron. That is, in so many ways, the bare essence of teamwork and trust, probably. ]

If you had to give a percentage.

From:

deploy

Our leave was cleared.

From:

volitaunt

[ It's a shared afternoon off, when Poe invites John over. Vacation time in place. Supplies for camping half-bought, wholly planned.

Poe feels strange about the whole thing. Ever since he accidentally called them a couple, gave a conventional name to whatever it is he and John have, he's had a funny feeling in his stomach.

It's there now as he watches John sleep, the two of them laying side by side on the big bed Poe only uses with John.

You're beautiful, you know that? Poe thinks. He reaches out, brushing John's jaw with his fingertips, not wanting to wake the other man but wanting to touch him.

This is strange. It's unfamiliar. It's terrifying, in a way Poe isn't used to feeling. But in this moment, with the sun streaking in through a crack in the curtains and John's breathing a slow and steady rhythm in the silence, Poe is pretty sure he can let it just be.

( This is peace, he thinks, this is peace, and he's missed it. ) ]

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deploy

Hey, sorry. I'm gonna have to cancel our plans for tonight. Something came up.

From:

deploy

[After their second day at the hotel, most of which was spent in tranquil recovery, they spend most of the third walking around the city, and only come back after dark.

John's been quiet, but close. Speaking softly. Touching more than talking. He even took Poe's arm earlier in the day, when they were cutting through the crowded marketplace. Letting him take the lead.

They had dinner somewhere nice, off the beaten path, not too far from the hotel, and John watched Poe over candlelight. His eyes always on him, even though there's music, and dancing, and plenty of skin to be seen, considering the festivities.

Walking back to the hotel was a quiet affair, too, aside from when Poe was talking. Alongside the river. John takes his arm again there, too. His grip gentle on the back of Poe's bicep.

Approaching the door of their room, John's hand slides down to Poe's wrist, then his hand. Wordlessly interlacing their fingers.]

From:

bythehand

[ See the attached: a picture of a shop door with apparently an entire actual building pressed directly against it. So that's neat.

The thing is, there are not. A lot of ways to casually be like "lmao guess why I'm about 45% worried for my life rn." Part of Finn thinks he could stand to leave it off until after that building disappears and he gets out. What good does it do to do broadcast the unchangeable?

The other part of him thinks okay, don't do that though, maybe make sure someone knows this situation is even happening. Just in case. Things are contained by the very public setting and societal convention for now, and that gives him the luxury of time. Take advantage of that. Basic strategy. He learned that when he was like twelve.

As a follow-up while he figures his shit out, and tries to think of what the least serious people he knows would do to make delivering this news easier: his usual brand. ]

Poe. I hate this moon, and we are never coming to this store again. I want a map on a wall with the address crossed out.

From:

deploy

I heard about Tico. She was a good pilot.

You alright?

From:

winscenario

Poe. I need you by the shuttle in an hour. Drop everything, this is important.

[ And because he feels like he owes him an explanation, but doesn't really have the time for it— ]

John's in serious trouble. We need to go get him.

From:

deploy

[It's 2am, and John Sheppard is drunk. Not just a little drunk. A lot drunk.

John knocks on Poe's door. Too loud, probably. Someone looks out their window at him. He stays on the second doorstep, jacket pulled tight around himself over his PJs. A t shirt and flannel bottoms. Runners. He tried to sleep. He did.

He knocks one more time. Then he pukes in Poe's bushes. Turns out jack, pills, and anxiety aren't a great combo.]

From:

realists

Come to [LOCATION] at 6pm on [DATE]. You may bring one date if you must.

[ how inviting. obviously the location is the location of a home and the date is sometime in mid-august that i don't want to settle on at the moment so YOLO. boom, come to a party. bring 1 friend. ]

From:

bythehand

[ Apropos of nothing, with an attached image of the following little guy:

He's hanging on their end table or kitchen counter or wherever one could fit a nice-sized fish tank in the apartment. I returned to your inbox to bring doofuses being doofuses. ]

I got a fish.

We won't need to pay a pet deposit.

[ Yes he bought this like 5 dollar creature and checked the rental agreement over it. ]

if we don't rise we fall

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