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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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The wind left his lungs in a rush when he hit the ground but it didn't take him long to get on his feet once more. He still had the knife up his sleeve but he wanted to get closer to Poe in order to use it.
So he wanted for Poe to strike again, eyes narrowed.]
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He's a little too eager to fulfill that particular dream. He wants it a little too much. Which is why he doesn't stop to think about why Hux would wait for him to attack again.
He kicks out hard, aiming for the man's ribs. ]
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He reached out to grab Poe's leg so he could twist it, hoping to throw him off balance and get in closer so he could use the knife.]
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Of course, then he just bull rushes Hux with a yell, hoping weight and speed will bring the man to the ground when Poe hits. ]
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He allowed Poe to knock him to the ground because it gets Poe close to him. The small knife is slipped out from under his sleeve and he was quick, attempting to drive it into Poe's arm.]