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redshiftrp2019-07-10 09:26 pm
volitaunt) wrote in redshiftrp2019-07-10 09:26 pm
001; video; UN: wingingit
[ 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?
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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It was better than admitting he believed something else entirely. It was so, so much easier than admitting to himself that all he had were the facts. John died, and vanished.
John died, and he didn't come back.
So hey, Sheppard. Poe is just looking at you like his world just ended, or just restarted, or maybe a little bit of both. ]
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They're both alive, somehow. Both here. In the same place. Again.
If that isn't some kind of sign, a cosmic slap in the face to pay attention to what's right in front of him, instead of worrying about some far off future, John doesn't know what is.
The corner of his mouth quirks up. Something like a smile, though happiness isn't the word for what he's feeling right now. It's so much more complicated than that.]
Didn't think you could get rid of me that easy, did ya?
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With an impatient growl, he scrubs at his eyes, trying not to focus on the feelings behind the tears.
When he looks back, John is still there.
Quietly, because he can't seem to work up the energy to scream it: ] Where are you?
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When Poe looks back at him, he actually does smile. Half to reassure Poe, and half to reassure himself, that not only is Poe there, but what they had, have, is still there, too.]
I'm trying to find a way into the armory. Where else would I be?
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[ That's all the forewarning John gets. Poe knows where the armory is. He makes a beeline for it, walking some, jogging some, occasionally breaking into a run. BB-8 keeps pace as Poe explains the situation in more detail than he had before, mostly just for the comfort of talking to the droid.
When he gets to the armory entrance he stops talking and stops walking and just stares. There he is. John Sheppard, in the flesh. Alive. Barely audible: ]
Force.