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BB-8 has been chattering for the last twenty minutes about Poe messing around with something he doesn't understand. Poe rolls out from under the plane he's been fixing, annoyed at his droid telling him that he's an idiot. "Okay, then, I'll text for help," he says, at long last, irritated and making a big show of pressing the buttons and showing his errant droid that he's listening.
Damn it, when did his droid start going through a rebellious teenage phase? Is this Rey's fault? He's starting to regret calling someone else, but she will be able to help, especially since he thinks that this is a job that's going to take two hands, seeing as the screws seem to be loosening off the door and he'll need someone to hold it together while he screws it in and BB-8 happens to be just a little too short.
"You know, one day, I'm just going to leave you here and you'll have to find a new owner."
BB-8's derisive beeps in response should be insulting, but he's been called worse.
"You're hanging around way too many profane people," he grumbles, sliding back under the plane after he tucks his phone back into his bag.
Damn it, when did his droid start going through a rebellious teenage phase? Is this Rey's fault? He's starting to regret calling someone else, but she will be able to help, especially since he thinks that this is a job that's going to take two hands, seeing as the screws seem to be loosening off the door and he'll need someone to hold it together while he screws it in and BB-8 happens to be just a little too short.
"You know, one day, I'm just going to leave you here and you'll have to find a new owner."
BB-8's derisive beeps in response should be insulting, but he's been called worse.
"You're hanging around way too many profane people," he grumbles, sliding back under the plane after he tucks his phone back into his bag.
Jyn
There's a part of his brain that still barely accepts the idea that some of the crew of the Rogue One are here. It's sort of like his childhood heroes have come to life (the ones apart from the General and his parents, that is). He can see them and talk to them, he can even end up texting them, which is what he'd done when he'd found the gun range for the first time. It had been a flight of fancy, but he'd thought that Jyn would really appreciate it.
Maybe he just wanted to be the one to show Jyn something that she'd appreciate, but that's delving into a line of hero worship that he doesn't want to get too deeply into, yet. He's trying to play it casual, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, trying not to look like he's doing too much, but really, deep down, he just wants to impress her.
"My friend is coming," he tells a few guys that pass, beaming and thinking that if he says that enough, it'll be true. He takes in a sharp breath and glances at the text he'd sent Jyn, hoping that the amount of emoji faces he'd used aren't overbearing, but, well, it's done and over with now.
Now, he can just wait and see if she shows up.
Maybe he just wanted to be the one to show Jyn something that she'd appreciate, but that's delving into a line of hero worship that he doesn't want to get too deeply into, yet. He's trying to play it casual, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, trying not to look like he's doing too much, but really, deep down, he just wants to impress her.
"My friend is coming," he tells a few guys that pass, beaming and thinking that if he says that enough, it'll be true. He takes in a sharp breath and glances at the text he'd sent Jyn, hoping that the amount of emoji faces he'd used aren't overbearing, but, well, it's done and over with now.
Now, he can just wait and see if she shows up.
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He's not entirely sure if something is going on, but ever since Poe had gone into the woods to see that strange house, he's felt off somehow, but he can't put his finger on why. Everywhere he goes, he's been running into bad luck. The locks had nearly fused shut when he'd been trying on some clothes, trapping him in the changeroom until the saleswoman let him out, they had a disaster drill when he'd been at the coffee shop that kept him there longer than he wanted, and there'd been a genuinely scary moment when he thought he'd be stuck in his plane when the door stuck shut thanks to some of the fluids.
He's at home, now, trying to convince himself that it's all just a weird coincidence, but he needs some outside validation, just to make sure. BB-8 keeps running scans and promising that everything is fine, but Poe doesn't feel like it, which is why he's texted Rey to come over, mainly to promise that he's not going crazy. Fiddling and tugging at his hair, he makes a mental note to get it cut when this is all over, because it's starting to get unruly, but maybe it's just a mess because he's a mess right now.
He's at home, now, trying to convince himself that it's all just a weird coincidence, but he needs some outside validation, just to make sure. BB-8 keeps running scans and promising that everything is fine, but Poe doesn't feel like it, which is why he's texted Rey to come over, mainly to promise that he's not going crazy. Fiddling and tugging at his hair, he makes a mental note to get it cut when this is all over, because it's starting to get unruly, but maybe it's just a mess because he's a mess right now.
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K-9's been pent up and Poe doesn't blame the dog. It's been a very weird week, what with the eggs hatching into those weird little things and yet, that was still the second strangest thing to happen to him, since apparently, he'd woken up with the belief that he'd been a woman all his life. Sure, a tomboy and not very much of a feminine one, but a woman nonetheless. He's taking solace in the beach, especially after finding a stick to throw as far as he can, getting his frustrations out and working K-9 to exhaustion in the process.
He's in the middle of another throw-and-return cycle when he glances sideways and sees what looks like a familiar face. This time, he eases K-9 in that direction so he can walk a few paces closer, just to make sure he's not going crazy and he really is seeing the person he is. He doesn't know her that well, it's not like they have much outside of a few holos, but he's fairly sure that's Jyn Erso.
Hope budding in his heart, Poe bends down to pick up K-9's leash and head over, just in case he's right. "Hi," he greets, waving his hand and feeling more than a little awkward. "This is going to sound crazy, but are you Jyn? Jyn Erso?"
He's in the middle of another throw-and-return cycle when he glances sideways and sees what looks like a familiar face. This time, he eases K-9 in that direction so he can walk a few paces closer, just to make sure he's not going crazy and he really is seeing the person he is. He doesn't know her that well, it's not like they have much outside of a few holos, but he's fairly sure that's Jyn Erso.
Hope budding in his heart, Poe bends down to pick up K-9's leash and head over, just in case he's right. "Hi," he greets, waving his hand and feeling more than a little awkward. "This is going to sound crazy, but are you Jyn? Jyn Erso?"
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Even though Poe pays money for his dog to get a lot of exercise at a kennel, there's times when he wants to take him out, just the two of them, without even BB-8. Today, he's outfitted for a run and K-9 is eager for the exercise, practically leaping as Poe gets ready. It's bitter and biting, but once he really gets going, he's warm enough from the run. Back when he'd first joined the Resistance, he ran with the other troops, making sure that he didn't just become a pilot only. He wanted to really own the name of 'Commander' and make sure that he'd earned the respect of the people he served with.
It's been a long time since those runs and he's feeling it, from the stitch in his side to the way he's panting so easily even though it's only been half the distance he normally goes. K-9 doesn't seem to have expended any energy at all, making him feel that much older.
He's half bent over and trying to catch his breath when he feels the leash tug away from him, K-9 escaping to greet someone nearby. "Hey, buddy, whoa!" he says, panicking the dog is going to bolt, when Coop glances up and sees that K-9's found Philip, of all people. The man looks better than the last time they'd met, but then again, it'd be hard not to.
"Sorry," he apologizes, darting over to try and wind the leash back around his hand. "I think he's mad at me for not having better stamina."
It's been a long time since those runs and he's feeling it, from the stitch in his side to the way he's panting so easily even though it's only been half the distance he normally goes. K-9 doesn't seem to have expended any energy at all, making him feel that much older.
He's half bent over and trying to catch his breath when he feels the leash tug away from him, K-9 escaping to greet someone nearby. "Hey, buddy, whoa!" he says, panicking the dog is going to bolt, when Coop glances up and sees that K-9's found Philip, of all people. The man looks better than the last time they'd met, but then again, it'd be hard not to.
"Sorry," he apologizes, darting over to try and wind the leash back around his hand. "I think he's mad at me for not having better stamina."
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One thing that Poe hadn't counted on, when he'd asked Coop out, had been the scary proximity to Valentine's Day. How was he supposed to know? It's not like they have this holiday where he's from and last year this time, he'd been preoccupied with trying to find a way back. As it stands, when he goes out to start thinking of a date idea, he's swarmed with discount chocolate, flowers, and the kind of scary paraphernalia that made Poe wonder how romance even got involved with any of this. In the end, he settles for something casual, though he does pick up some cheap chocolate, because you can't go wrong.
He's dressed in a nice brown sweater with tight jeans, his leather jacket not really working as much as he'd like in the cold, but doing a bang-up job of making him look great. Now, he just needs to pick Coop up, heading over to his place after a quick text.
He might also have a joke gift, but that's just for him to know about and enjoy. Leaning against Coop's doorway, he lifts the tiny heart-adorned bear to the peep glass, smirking as he affects a high-pitched voice. "Is Coop home? His wuvvy bear misses him," he mocks, twisting it side to side. It's cute, don't get him wrong, but he completely doesn't understand it's purpose, like, at all.
He's dressed in a nice brown sweater with tight jeans, his leather jacket not really working as much as he'd like in the cold, but doing a bang-up job of making him look great. Now, he just needs to pick Coop up, heading over to his place after a quick text.
He might also have a joke gift, but that's just for him to know about and enjoy. Leaning against Coop's doorway, he lifts the tiny heart-adorned bear to the peep glass, smirking as he affects a high-pitched voice. "Is Coop home? His wuvvy bear misses him," he mocks, twisting it side to side. It's cute, don't get him wrong, but he completely doesn't understand it's purpose, like, at all.
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Direct your questions regarding gameplay with Poe Dameron to the comments of this post! This is not an in-character mailbox, it is for OOC plotting. Comments are screened.
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CHARACTER NAME: Poe Dameron
CHARACTER CANON: Star Wars, The Force Awakens
[OOC]
Slowtagging: Welcome at all times.
Canon-puncturing: For the moment, I'd like to avoid this.
Offensive subjects: Anything against the Resistance will be met with some pretty strong opinions and Poe's not very short-winded about them.
[IC]
Hugging this character: Please do.
Kissing this character: He'd indulge, but try and keep things friendly and civil to avoid drama.
Flirting with this character: Please, please do.
Fighting with this character: Absolutely welcome.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Within reason and communication, please feel free to harm Poe mildly.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: While there won't be a good/calm reaction given canonical events, it would be interesting to play and can be allowed.
General Warnings: BB-8 is also accompanying Poe 90% of the time. Please do not god-mod beyond what the text for Poe has suggested.
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CHARACTER CANON: Star Wars, The Force Awakens
[OOC]
Slowtagging: Welcome at all times.
Canon-puncturing: For the moment, I'd like to avoid this.
Offensive subjects: Anything against the Resistance will be met with some pretty strong opinions and Poe's not very short-winded about them.
[IC]
Hugging this character: Please do.
Kissing this character: He'd indulge, but try and keep things friendly and civil to avoid drama.
Flirting with this character: Please, please do.
Fighting with this character: Absolutely welcome.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Within reason and communication, please feel free to harm Poe mildly.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: While there won't be a good/calm reaction given canonical events, it would be interesting to play and can be allowed.
General Warnings: BB-8 is also accompanying Poe 90% of the time. Please do not god-mod beyond what the text for Poe has suggested.
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Go for Poe. BB-8 will take down your details and I'll get back to you, soon as I can.
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"BB-8!"
Poe curses under his breath when his droid keeps rolling towards the base ahead of him. His subroutines have been just a little off ever since he'd gotten back from Jakku and he thinks maybe meeting Rey has given his little droid new aspirations and maybe written a new subroutine or two that Poe's going to have to get used to.
"C'mon, BB-8, I told you not to get too far ahead of me," he calls out, tucking a wrench into the back of his flight suit as he goes after it, feeling a little bit of wariness after being separated for so long on Jakku. Call him an old-fashioned worrier, call him overprotective, but he'd rather spend a few days not letting BB-8 out of his sight. With everything that's happened recently and all the losses Poe's borne, he thinks that's not too much to ask.
He lets out a little breath of frustration when he gets through the door and sees BB-8 vanishing around the corner. He stops, one hand on the wallpaper, and reaches for that wrench again to hold in an offensive position because he's just now noticed that nobody on the base would ever use this kind of decoration and it looks like he's been snatched. Or is this his mind playing tricks on him, like Kylo Ren's left some kriffing subroutine behind in him.
BB-8 lets out an alarmed noise and jets it back to Poe's side, beeping frantically at him.
"Yeah, buddy, I know," Poe replies. "I don't know where we are either."
Poe curses under his breath when his droid keeps rolling towards the base ahead of him. His subroutines have been just a little off ever since he'd gotten back from Jakku and he thinks maybe meeting Rey has given his little droid new aspirations and maybe written a new subroutine or two that Poe's going to have to get used to.
"C'mon, BB-8, I told you not to get too far ahead of me," he calls out, tucking a wrench into the back of his flight suit as he goes after it, feeling a little bit of wariness after being separated for so long on Jakku. Call him an old-fashioned worrier, call him overprotective, but he'd rather spend a few days not letting BB-8 out of his sight. With everything that's happened recently and all the losses Poe's borne, he thinks that's not too much to ask.
He lets out a little breath of frustration when he gets through the door and sees BB-8 vanishing around the corner. He stops, one hand on the wallpaper, and reaches for that wrench again to hold in an offensive position because he's just now noticed that nobody on the base would ever use this kind of decoration and it looks like he's been snatched. Or is this his mind playing tricks on him, like Kylo Ren's left some kriffing subroutine behind in him.
BB-8 lets out an alarmed noise and jets it back to Poe's side, beeping frantically at him.
"Yeah, buddy, I know," Poe replies. "I don't know where we are either."