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And I'll use you as a warning sign

Who: Okay this turned into a Poe catchall + Various
Where: Various locations/listed in the headings
When: May 1st-31st
What: May Catchall - specific closed prompts, some open threads
Warnings: N/A yet
[Open and Closed]

May 10th - Open

Tequila Mockingbird has Cassian's liquor of choice in the name, which is why Poe picked it. He's not a big drinker, but between the memories, the conversation with Jyn, the... party. Well. He has a few reasons to drink.

The reason he picked for tonight was to pour one out for L'ulo, for Muran, for the pilots whose names and faces he hasn't yet remembered. Not for his mother--it doesn't seem right, to drink for her. She wouldn't want it, her son inebriated and alone at a bar, wallowing in her memory. Poe won't pretend that isn't what he's doing. Wallowing, letting himself feel the grief and pain he tries so hard to outpace.

Jyn is right. He has to stop sometime, and taking the opportunity now to brace himself for future losses is better than breaking under one too many.

His table is in the corner, in a quiet part of the restaurant. Not by any virtue of paranoia. Poe doesn't have the same hardwired need to keep his back to a wall and his eyes on the exits that some veterans do. It was just the most private space he could find while still being around people. Drinking at home where Rey might have seen him would have felt worse than this, but drinking somewhere entirely alone wouldn't have been right either. He might not have squadmates to share a glass with, but having some form of life circulating around him is better than being entirely alone. Plus, there's BB-8, sitting underneath the table, domed head tilted to rest against Poe's leg.

Maker, he's glad to have his droid.

May 12th - Open

Poe is beating up a freestanding punching bag thing. He's been going to Crossbones Boxing in the morning on the days he doesn't work. He'll go stir-crazy if he just hangs around the house, and being grounded for this long is driving him bonkers as it is. He's tried to keep his head down, tried to be good, but man (thump, kick, wham) he going to blow a sensor if he doesn't get some air time.

It doesn't help that beating up things is usually the time he spends talking to BB-8 about whatever's on his mind. Here, where it's public and monitored like everywhere else, they have to keep up the same act. So BB-8 sits, watching, grumbling to himself with a towel draped over his head dome, while Poe tries to kill an inanimate object.

May 13th - Open

Poe is in a tree.

It is a tall tree. A very tall tree, near the edge of town, just inside those woods they aren't technically supposed to enter.

He is very high in this very tall tree.

Fuck gravity to be honest.

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"Your memories and feelings say Cassian is your cousin and you don't seem to mind that." Jyn should presumably stop pushing, but Poe says he's in love with a woman he doesn't even know and maybe there is something there she can relate to, regardless of the fact that she'll never admit to anything.

And yes, he is admitting this to Cassian, but at least Jyn is monumentally less talkative than her ...friend, it may take sometime to come out.

"You don't play around, do you?"

There's the barest edge of defensiveness in it, which is a clear indicator to anyone who knows him how close he is to shutting this conversation down. He looks away, balling his hands up and shoving them in his pockets. BB-8 chirrups concern, and Poe can't even bring himself to say he's fine. "Cassian is family. He's part of the Alliance, the Resistance. He knows my parents."

They're crossing about a half-dozen lines right now, but Poe can't bring himself to care. "I trust him."

"He's still a stranger," she points out calmly. She's had this talk with herself. She doesn't know anything about Cassian, not really, but at least she had the time with him.

Maybe it was growing up with Saw that makes Poe's argument ring false to her ears -- the Alliance wasn't ever something she was part of. She hadn't joined up with them, she'd joined up with Rogue One and a band of rebels who needed to combat their own guilt for what the Alliance had made them do.

Look, she just is never going to be 100% for the Alliance.

"He's part of the same thing you are, I understand that. What makes Caroline different?" Her eyebrows lift in question, knowing full well she should stop pushing. She won't. "She's part of this, just like you."

He finally bridles. "Why does it matter?"

It matters, it matters a lot. And he shouldn't lose his temper with her. He invited this discussion by answering her questions in the first place. Poe forces himself to relax in increments, though he knows he's going to need to work these feelings out later. Probably with a punching bag. He hates using violence to calm down, but it's not like he can jump in a cockpit and go suborbital for an hour. The motorcycle is all right, but not for outdistancing something like this, not when there isn't a road that won't bring him right back around into this tiny fraction of a town.

"Let's go back to pretending nothing fazes me, I liked that."

Poe being grumpy at her doesn't even make her bat an eyelash. She's seen Saw's temper at it's peak, a man raising his voice even a little bit to her doesn't make her flinch anymore. It's not worse than wearing down at Cassian's temper enough to make him snap at her.

She'll give him his reprieve, for now, but only after she answers his question that she is sure was rhetorical. "If what we feel here doesn't matter, what's the point?"

"Family isn't complicated for me," he says. The implication being Love is.

It leaves the door to that conversation open a crack, but it's better than ignoring her question. She's right, and he knows she's right, and he's not too proud to admit it. He'll just admit it silently, right now.

There's a moment of quiet, then BB-8 butts in, scolding Jyn, and Poe ducks his head to hide a smile. "Buddy. Buddy, it's fine. I'm fine."

Edited 2017-05-13 21:42 (UTC)

Family is the most complicated to Jyn. There is nothing more complicated to Jyn than family, which is reasonable considering. Also why she finally makes no comment: family guaranteed to shut her the hell up.

She glances down at BB-8 and it's probably just a trick of the light but she might smile the tiniest bit, no one can be sure. Her tone is nothing but wry when she comments, "Well, he's not excited to see me anymore."

"But he still likes you, or the arc welder would have come out."

BB-8 chirrups a grudging confirmation. Poe, meanwhile, studies her face like maybe it will tell him something that her questions don't, that her attitude doesn't. He knows the patterns of the lives that exist behind personalities like hers. He knows that questions--even if she remembered--would be met either with hostility or retreat.

Rogue One. The heroes, the legends, one of them standing here younger than he is. He wishes he could remember more about them, wonders if he knows anything beyond the fact that they were responsible for the destruction of the first Death Star. Given the way Cassian reacted to the mention of 'Fulcrum', he thinks maybe not.

It's a good thing she remembers so little, right now. It's a good thing he knows she remembers so little. He's not going to ask, not her or BB-8. It wouldn't be right to learn from the droid what she wouldn't share herself.

"I appreciate that, BB-8." Weird little basketball droid, but she does feel fond of him. He's sweet, like Bodhi in droid form. He'd puffed up defensively when the Council had made less than kind comments about her and her father in much the same way BB-8 does when she is probably not nice to Poe.

Jyn pulls a face when she looks up to realize that Poe is staring at her and very easily, lifts her hand to palm his face away from her. It's not anything like a slap, she literally just pushes her palm against his cheek so he will look back toward the road.

"Don't be weird."

Edited 2017-05-13 23:44 (UTC)

It surprises a laugh out of him, and he risks death to try and ruffle her hair.

"What if I'm just like that? Tell her, BB-8."

The droid replies that he has no other context to determine Poe's level of weirdness, but that it's probably pretty high.

"See. He says I'm weird."

OKAY.

This time she slaps his hand away, fast and quick. There is a no touching bubble around her, only Cassian gets away with that. Or dogs and droids. The nurse that tried to shoo her into bed again also got smacked away because Jyn is just a spectacular people person.

No messing up her messy hair.

"He might be slightly biased and you could be lying." It's not like Jyn can understand his little beeps and bleeps and blips. She does understand his little coo of hello, that's she's got down.

Poe holds both hands up, grinning like the little shit he is. He lets his hands drop, smile relaxing as well. They feel on safe ground again, at least for the moment.

"He might be biased, but I'm not lying." More seriously, he adds, "I won't lie to you. You or Cassian."

Part of her appreciates the sentiment, but because she doesn't know Poe very well, she doesn't know if that's even something to be promising. Jyn doesn't lie very often and only in part because she's absolute rubbish at it. There is little point to lying anymore, especially when they truth is usually far more damaging.

"I'll keep that in mind." She looks down the road to her house nestled on the end of the street, lights on, soft and welcoming. "You don't have to walk me all the way back."

"You should know, I finish what I start."

He says it teasingly, though, so even if it's true it's mostly Poe being difficult.

Sorry Jyn.

UGH. That shit eating grin is going to get all the wider, she can feel it and she grimaces in response to his teasing and stubbornness. The reason for this becomes clear as they approach the house and Cassian is waiting on the porch where she left him.

She'd expected nothing less but she was hoping he'd slipped inside for a drink and she could avoid what she can only imagine will be Poe's glorious gloating to find Cassian at home at her home, clearly spending the night.

Her mouth twists into a wry frown.

Edited 2017-05-14 03:10 (UTC)

Cassian shifts from where he'd been sitting, reading a book beneath the porch light, to standing up once he sees Jyn and Poe making their way down the street. He's pretty sure he knows how this looks, considering what he can catch of Jyn's expression from this distance, but he still raises his hand and gives a little wave.

Yep.

"Hey," he says once they're within non-shouting distance, and that's...all he's going to say, apparently, sticking his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

Poe tries not to smile. He does, he really does.

He tries, unsuccessfully, and chooses instead to move out of Jyn's immediate punching zone.

"Hey." It's just one word, but you can hear the smile in it. He sidles another half-step out of Jyn's reach. "She didn't lock you out, did she?"

"Oh shut up." Jyn cannot roll her eyes hard enough to correctly display her annoyance, but she certainly tries. Quickening her pace, she lopes up the front steps, grumbling about how she's going to move the chair from the porch to the back deck, and shoves the (unlocked) door open, stomping inside.

She leaves it open behind her for Cassian and Poe, but whirls halfway through the living room and points at them both. "Whatever you're thinking, don't."

Why is Cassian being pointed at, he would really like to know. He said nothing when she blamed the chair for her current woes (beyond a slight shake of his head at Poe's question - he's a spy, he could pick these simple locks anyway) and only holds up his hands in the universal I'm unarmed gesture when she rounds on them.

Granted, said gesture is a straight up lie when taken literally, but he hasn't done anything!

"Do you want tea?" Is this an attempt to change the topic from things they aren't talking about to something safe?

Poe raises his hands in surrender at almost the same moment, which does absolutely nothing to stem the tide of his amusement. Hands still up, he says, "I would love tea."

He's not much of a tea drinker when it comes right down to it, but he doesn't dislike the stuff. Plus it gives him a chance to try and get a better read on whatever Jyn and Cassian are to each other.

BB-8 finishing bumping his way up the stairs and rolls between Cassian and Poe into the house, twittering a greeting to Cassian before he rolls off to do his scans and map the space and its cameras.

How are people being invited for tea in her home! She makes a disgruntled noise as she throws herself on the couch, which keeps Cassian and Poe in her line of sight while they're still in the kitchen. She doesn't answer because she knows Cassian will make her a cup of tea anyway.

"Don't go in my room, BB-8!" she calls after the droid.

The house itself is sparse, with only parts of it looking lived in. The couch is covered in a blanket and pillows from the first night Cassian stayed over and Jyn fell asleep watching TV. She hasn't bothered to clean up. The kitchen is obviously used, a pile of mugs and spoons in the sink she hasn't washed yet, a box of chocolates on the counter. A plastic teddy bear container of honey sits next to the stove. There's a tee shirt flung across the top of the dining table, hair elastics scattered on every flat surface. It looks very much like someone has just moved in.

Which, she has.

Edited 2017-05-16 02:08 (UTC)

Cassian knows that Jyn would have no problem with having Poe stay outside, but only one of them is really feral, so he'll just continue on in the vein of going into the house, through to the kitchen, casting her a short but fond look before turning to the stove and fussing with the kettle.

"Green, black, fruit?" This is to Poe. Jyn is getting something in a yellow box, with a bear in pajamas drawn on it.

For that matter, Cassian will have the same. And wash up the dishes while waiting for the water to get hot.

"Fruit."

Poe likes fruit. There is probably a disproportionate amount of fruit in his house for the number of people who live there.

BB-8 calls out that he doesn't know which one is Jyn's bedroom and won't until he finds it and Poe tries to hide a laugh, badly, by coughing into his fist.

"I feel like I should find out if Rey's awake, and we can have a party. If Jyn doesn't mind hosting."

"It's the middle of the night, Jyn minds hosting."

She shoves herself off the couch and sprints after BB-8 to cut him off before he gets to her room. She literally hurdles the droid to slam the door shut before quietly scolding him and shooing him away from her door, back down the hall with a semi-fond: "You're worse than Kay. Oh don't look at me like that, that's a compliment."

Cassian gives Poe a look, because that was a silly suggestion - though it's immediately negated by the consideration that Poe's suggestion presents. "Rey doesn't sleep well either?"

She can communicate with BB-8, it doesn't seem unreasonable to assume she's connected to all of them somehow. Cassian hasn't asked the droid. He's waiting until he can be honest with the answers he's given (and the questions he's sure he'll be asked in return.)

Fruit tea, then (blueberry) is also set aside from the cabinet that appears to be nothing but tea. The ones Jyn has been 'eh' about are higher up.

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