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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[volitaunt]

I get that.

[ He does. Too well. Which is exactly why he doesn't make a big deal out of it himself. He knows sooner or later Peter is going to break, and when that happens he'll have to have his own shit together enough to take care of the kid. ]

Where're you staying? You and your Hadriel friend?

[nOT THAT HE'S GONNA HOVER OR AnyTHiNG.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[Don't worry he's fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Or at least he's faking it pretty well. For now.]

Oh uh, her name is Poison. We are iiiin...

[hang on, he's still learning his way around this wacky joint. He reaches into his pocket for his phone. Damn thing can't make any calls but at least he can leave notes for himself on it.]

Uh, double 015. It's not too bad. I mean, for a creepy dorm on an abandoned, possibly haunted space station, anyway.

[volitaunt]

[ Poe snorts. ]

Yeah, that covers the bases, I'd say. Your friend, Poison, is she around your age?

[ He looks upward, like he can see the dome enclosing Anchor through the roof of the bar. ]

You going to work on repairing some of the tech around here? I think I can do something on the agricultural levels. Grew up on a ranch.

[itsnotaonesie]

Yeah, she's uh... I never asked? but I think she's probably a year or two older than me. Something like that. She's cool, she's um. Kind of quiet, she-- she's a writer, actually. I should show her that library, come to think of it. She'd probably like that. I mean, it's filthy and kind of needs a lot of work, but uh... Yeah.

[Insert vague hand gestures that don't really mean anything here. Poe hadn't asked all that shit, Peter, he just asked if she was around your age GOD.]

Y-yeah, uh, I've already fixed a couple things. I was going to look into making sure the computers and stuff in the uh, medbay? Hospital? I wanna make sure all that stuff works, there are some labs in the agricultural area that I wanna look at too. It's not really my area of expertise, but it never hurts to learn some new skills, right?

[volitaunt]

[ Protect This Boy. ]

She probably would. [ He doesn't have much to say beyond that, honestly. He's not about to bring attention to it if Peter has a crush--and besides, from where Poe is standing, it could as well be one friend looking out for another. It's the kind of thinking they'll all need to stay sane, here. Caring about each other and figuring out ways of showing it is what's kept him from going to more pieces than he already has. ]

--good idea. About the medical stuff. [ He grins at Peter. ] We'll have you tilling fields in no time. Me'n Bee are also going to work on one of the airframes in that garage up near the surface, if you want to help.

[itsnotaonesie]

Yeah, that's... that's what I figured. Because of the writing. [Peter's so caught up in all the other bullshit going on that if there is any crushing going on, he's pretty oblivious to it. Issues teenagers would normally be dealing with have taken a backseat to making sure nobody dies up in here.]

Mm, tilling fields. I don't know about that, I am one thousand percent a city boy. I mean, we'll see! But yes, I absolutely want to help you guys in the garage, are you kidding?

[volitaunt]

BB-8 might beat us to putting everything together.

[ The fondness on Poe's face as he looks down at the droid is absolutely unmistakable. HE LOFF HIS DROID A LOT. ]

He rebuilt my starfighter almost on his own, one of the times it got torn up.

[itsnotaonesie]

Wow, no kidding?

[This tiny robot with no arms built a goddamn STARFIGHTER WHAT. We need to build a BB-8 army.]

Not gonna lie, I'm probably going to ask to borrow this little dude like. Once a week.