And I'll use you as a warning sign

[volitaunt]

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.

Comments

[volitaunt]

Poe has to wonder if they realize how well they move together.

Spoilers, he ships it.

"Jakku," he says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Right in the middle of the badlands."

[ouzel]

"There's nothing on Jakku," Cassian says, immediately intending to follow up with 'but sand' and is stopped when sand becomes Jedha becomes missing Bodhi Rook. So instead he just blinks, but lets himself smile again in the hopes of not changing the mood.

"It'd be interesting to see how people would thrive." And who wouldn't.

[realists]

Jakku is one of the desert planets, she thinks. A real, proper desert, not like the cold wasteland of Jedha. Something pulls at her sadly but she doesn't know what and her hand lifts to twist around her necklace absently.

"I didn't think anything did thrive there."

[volitaunt]

"Scrap yards and junk traders," he says, then pauses and smiles a little, a fresh memory filtering in with unexpected gentleness. "And very cranky Blarina."

As usual, he thinks How could I forget them? There's a certain amount of guilt that comes with every face that returns, but he's getting better at changing that guilt into resolve to bring down whoever took them in the first place. It's the only thing they can do.

[ouzel]

Alright, tea is served. Some sleepy chamomile lavender concoction from the yellow box with a bear in pajamas for Cassian and Jyn, and a blueberry mint mix for Poe (because mint is soporific, and he needs to sleep too. Cassian isn't sure if they're going to be leaving the small closeness of the current kitchen space and he's not terribly interested in suggesting that they do, so instead he just hands off everyone's respective cups and blows on the surface of his own tea, gently.

"Give people enough food and water to move, and they'll make survival out of what they can." Honestly the entire situation they're in could be so much worse (and also bothers him because of bigger questions like "where is the infrastructure coming from?") but a prison is a prison and a cage is a cage.

[realists]

"Yeah, but Jakku's a desert," Jyn argues, lighthearted instead of overly competitive, fingers curling around the mug between her hands. "It hasn't got any water. Giving people water on Jakku in order to see if they can thrive would be cheating, they have to survive first."

Something unspoken seems to want to latch itself on to the end of that. They have to survive first, like the rest of us.

Maybe she's just cross because she doesn't remember anything of this place so while everyone else, it seems, gets to start on this even footing of assumed relationships and family and a life they've already built, she gets nothing.

[volitaunt]

"Give them water," Poe says, shuddering slightly. He can't help it. Lighthearted discussion or no, he can practically feel his lips cracking and bleeding while the sun tried to roast him through. "They'll have a hard enough time even with it, trust me."

He takes a slow sip of the tea to remind himself of where he is, who he's with. His currently assigned squadron. That thought makes him smile, though he half-expects a scabs that aren't there to tear with the motion. "You know. There's one good thing about this place." He gestures loosely between the two of them. "You. Both of you."