001; video; UN: wingingit

[volitaunt]

[ Here's a Poe, fussing with the communicator he doesn't realize he already turned on, trying to get the setup the way he wants it. For an ace flyer and mechanic he's kind of an idiot sometimes.

A lot of times.

BB-8 rolls into the room behind him, which just looks like any barracks room in the dusty spaces they've apparently been given. The droid looks at the communicator, then looks at Poe and whistles in a way that manages to communicate resigned amusement. ]

Hang on, bud, I'm--what do you mean it's on already?

[ Poe peers at the thing, then turns his head away and swears inventively in several nonhuman languages before he looks back at it. ]

Of course, why not. [ He finally gives up trying to fuck with it and plops down on the nearest bed.

Deep inhale, soft exhale, just do this, stay calm and do this. ]

Hey, so, I've had a couple of false starts already, thinking I recognized people and them being different versions of themselves and... all of that. Different universes. Gets kind of confusing but less surprising after a while. [ He licks his lips, his attempted calm dissolving into something that veers close to panic for those who know him well, then he drags in a breath again and bites his lip until he's calmer. ] Right. Anyone here familiar with places named Hadriel or Riverview?

[ More quietly: ] And if... if anyone's seen a person named Finn, or one named John Sheppard, could you let me know?

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video; UN: drake

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[ He's spent a lot of his time thus far wandering.

It feels empty, as desolate as the planet this place is settled on, as remote as that island out in the Indian Ocean. Alone again, like Hadriel. Thrive in Anchor, sure, in the hollowed out ruins of a place that only looks like a more futuristic version of Ubar, deposited in the desert, surrounded by nothing.

Nate keeps the communicator on but recognizes no one, isn't sure he can try reaching out again and starting over. Then he catches Hadriel. He almost drops the comm unit in his haste to answer, pieces fitting together faster than he can parse them. ]

Poe?!

[volitaunt]

Nate!

[ He lights up, almost dropping his own communicator as he stands. ]

Where are you? I mean, here, you're here, obvious, sorry about that, but where?

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Uh.

[ Good question. Nate leans out one of those expansive balconies that tier upward to ground level, frowning at the sprawling number above him. He started working his way down once he realized the local fauna were volatile and hasn't made any efforts toward going back. ]

Somewhere in the middle? I see a sign that says, um. "Intimacy Lounge." So I guess we have a strip club but no clean clothes.

[volitaunt]

I know where that is!

[ Poe does not realize his enthusiasm could be taken any number of ways, but he's too busy running out the door with BB-8 on his heels to care. ]

Stay right there, I'm on my way.

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[ He almost wishes he could hear that declaration echoing through the facility, but the silence around him is deafening, and emptiness he doesn't like despite the fact that these floors look more lived in than the ones he come through to get here. ]

Copy.

[ He says over the crackling line, chewing his lip as he wanders over to the edge of the chasm, boring down into the earth.

Might be nicer to explore that with company. ]

[volitaunt]

[ He might not hear that rather embarrassing yell echoing through the facility, but as soon as Poe is off one of the lifts near the Intimacy Lounge he starts yelling Nate's name the second he sees him, like somehow Nate will have trouble spotting him coming.

BB-8 rolls along quickly in Poe's wake, whistling excitedly for no more reason than Poe is pretty much doing the same thing.

He doesn't hesitate; as soon as Poe is in grabbing range, Nate is getting yanked into a hug.

Poe cannot do as he did with Peter and lift the guy off his feet, though, because come on. It's Nate. He's like what, five inches taller than Poe? And also heavier??? Why are you so big Nate. ]

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[ Poe he recognizes, but the orange and white ball trundling along at his side, he does not. Nate stands somewhat awkwardly, head tipped to one side as he squints at the approaching figures, assuming that the shorter of the two is either a really elaborate, sentient Roomba or-

Well, Hell. He doesn't know, actually. He doesn't have time to ask, either, because as soon as Poe is within grasping distance he has a grip on Nate and pulls him into a hug.

Nate goes easy and doesn't realize how tight he's squeezing until he takes a deep breath, gripping the back of Poe's jacket and stumbling a little as the momentum ceases, slows. ]

Hey. [ He says hoarsely, swallowing hard. ] Fancy seeing you here.

[volitaunt]

[ Poe's smile is somewhere between sympathetic and apologetic. Now that the rush is gone, he can be sorry for the selfishness of his relief. He can try to make this easier for Nate, somehow. He's still working out how to do that one. ]

Yeah. Wish you weren't here, glad to see you remember me. Something like that.

[ BB-8 whistles, drawing Poe's attention down to his knee and the droid positioned next to him. ] Oh, right. Nate, meet BB-8. Bee, this is Nathan Drake.

[ Poe crouches, giving BB-8's side a little scritch. The relief at being able to do that is pure and unwavering. ] BB-8's my flight partner from home.