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: a.hux

[therewillbeorder]

[So far he hadn't seen anyone familiar but then there is Poe. Of course, it's Poe. It's just his luck that it seems Poe had followed him from Hadriel.

He doesn't look excited to see Poe, giving the screen an exasperated look. Why couldn't Poe be lost between universes or something?]

Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise.

[volitaunt]

[ Poe's hackles: immediately up. ]

Kriffing fantastic. Why you.

Video; UN: Spides

[itsnotaonesie]

[Upon realizing that he totally recognizes THIS GUY, Peter snatches up his communicator, starts recording, and then immediately fumbles said communicator when he walks directly into a door frame. Don't ask him why his spider sense didn't warn him about that door frame, okay. Just enjoy this great view of the dusty floor while Peter swears in the background for a couple seconds. Eventually he does come on screen, looking every bit as flustered as he sounds.]

Poe!? Oh my God, dude! Where are you?

[volitaunt]

[ Poe lights up when he hears that swearing, hopes up in spite of himself, because that voice is very familiar.

Then Peter is on the screen, and Peter recognizes him, and there's a surge of relief that he's not starting over, that he has someone who knows him, even if it's selfish to be so glad that someone is stuck in this spooky place. ]

Barracks. I can meet you wherever. [ He's already on his feet, the picture jostling as BB-8 rolls in and then out of view. ] That bar? The one with the tequila guy. Though I guess that's the only one that even functions--how many bars does a place need, anyway?

[therewillbeorder]

I didn't exactly choose to be here either. I would be more than happy to go an eternity without having to see you again.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter is literally sprinting dude he is GOING.]

I don't even know how many bars there are here, but that works, I'll meet you at the bar.

[He's going to be super into that little robot buddy of Poe's later but right now he's got Places To Be.]

[volitaunt]

So are you from Riverview? Hadriel? Or are you a new rotten koyo for the garbage pile?

[volitaunt]

[ Peter is not the only one booking it for the bar. Running is a good way to get out this tension, his live-wire fear and relief. He's not going to be satisfied until he sees Peter standing in front of him, until they can compare timelines and memories and see where they both stand.

BB-8 rolls along at his heels, jouncing now and then over uneven ground or bits of debris.

When Poe gets to the bar, he almost doesn't stop running until it's too late, slamming into Peter and lifting him off his feet into a hug. He grins. ]

Hey kid.

[therewillbeorder]

If anyone belongs in a trash compactor that would be you.

[So mature, as always.]

Hadriel.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter's considerably more careful about his own bodyslam hug than Poe is, if only because if he's not careful, he could probably break like all of Poe's ribs. Nobody wants that.]

Hey. C'mon, man, put me down.

[He can't even pretend to be annoyed right now, the dumb grin on his face makes it impossible.]

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oh oh i know hadriel
i think we talked once???

[volitaunt]

Mmmm, pretty sure Phasma beat me to that one.

[ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

Did you at least die during the last fight?

[therewillbeorder]

There is still room for you. Perhaps an incinerator would be more fitting.

Of course not. It would take more than the Null to kill me.

[volitaunt]

[ ONE MORE LITTLE SQUEEZE and then Poe obeys, depositing Peter gently on his feet.

BB-8 whistles an inquiry, and Poe takes a step back, grinning down at his droid. ]

Right, sorry buddy--Peter, BB-8. BB-8, Peter. This little guy is my flight partner. I thought I'd lost him when I got to Hadriel, but apparently he got dumped here while I got dumped there.

the username gets a raised eyebrow BUT WHATEVER MANNNN

[volitaunt]

no shit? lots of hadriel people here.

[ For a certain value of 'lots'. ]

look he is who he is

[substances]

ya
klaus hargreeves
we were in the jungle together i think

ive run into a few

[itsnotaonesie]

[okay, peter will accept this. as long as Poe's not ruffling his hair or something, it's fine.

But damn Peter looks absolutely delighted by this little round droid. Bless his nerdy nerdass heart.]

Oh my God, this is the coolest thing I've ever seen in my life! Hey, buddy, nice to meet you!

[You bet your ass he's crouching down to greet this small ball robot properly.]

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[theweakhavepurpose]

Hey!

Oh man, there's a shit ton of us here aren't there? Guess the Door didn't work the way it was supposed to.

video; UN: drake

[nonscriptum]

[ 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?

[volitaunt]

Hey! Yeah, I'm starting to think portals don't operate the way their users say they do, like, ever. How're you doing? How'd you fare in the last fight? I didn't get to see you before I left.

[ Before he left. To go home. Again. With Finn. Before he ended up here, alone. ]

...Who else is there, that you've seen? I know about Peter and Hux and there's a guy named Klaus I hadn't talked to that much.

[volitaunt]

oh yeah!

man. this place must either really like or really hate hadriel.

[volitaunt]

[ BB-8 pops out one of his maintenance arms, offering the three-pronged grasper at the end like a human would a hand.

Poe sighs happily, eyes on the droid. Peter should think he's the coolest thing he's ever seen because BB-8 is the best. ]

Didn't know if I'd ever see this little guy again. He was with me in the first place I went, Riverview? But I got to Hadriel and he was gone.

[volitaunt]

Pretty sure Phasma beat me to that one, too.

Right, and it's not like you'd ever admit to being smeared across a wall like the bantha turd you desperately try to be.

[therewillbeorder]

I know you want desperately to believe that I died during the attack, I'm sure it would comfort you at night in your deluded mind but I'm going to have to shatter that dream.

Why would I give you the satisfaction of dying?