WHAT A DAY

[dousing]

DARING RESCUE MEME You're in a predicament. That predicament is either: you need to be rescued. Bad. Even if you're technically safe you need to get out of whatever situation you're in. And if you're not safe, well... it's just more important then, isn't it? Your other option of course is that you need to rescue someone. You have to find them, get them out, get them to where they really belong. Or you're like, picking them up from a bad date. WHATEVER. No matter the severity of the situation, be careful how you go about it, huh? We wouldn't want to have any accidents. • Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops. • Reply to other people's top levels! • Have fun!

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[haveanamenow]

"It's the short captivities that are exhausting, the longer ones at least give you time to work out an escape plan." He unfolded to his feet, clasping Poe's shoulder once more as he stood, giving no indication as to whether that statement had been a joke or not as he moved off to get a water pouch, twisting it open before he handed it over. Not that he didn't think Poe could open it himself, but because it was reflex to do so.

He cracked one open for himself as well as he dropped back into his seat, "So how much of this are we actually going to tell the General when we get back?" Making sure they were going to be telling the same amount of the story was always a good thing to work out beforehand.

[poeticforce]

That remark made Poe's gaze follow Finn for a few moments before he shook his head. It was probably just a joke. Probably. He accepted the pouch with a quiet 'thanks' and took a long drink, thirst fully making itself known now that he had water in front of him. Funny how that worked sometimes.

Leaning back against his seat, his free hand rubbed at the back of his neck as he considered the question. Not talking about it at all obviously wasn't an option, and leaving out the Force-related bits (as much as he might want to) wasn't an option either. They could potentially fudge the truth, make it not sound as bad as it was, but... was it really worth it in this case?

"I suppose we might as well tell her all of it." he finally said reluctantly. "Not that I want to, but if I have to tell her about... what I did, then she should probably hear all of it. I know the General wouldn't want to hear the truth from elsewhere." And Poe was already wondering if this would be another slap-worthy incident.

[haveanamenow]

He relaxed considerably, glad to know that they weren't going to try keeping any of it from her, mostly because he was pretty sure she would have known anyway, though whether she asked or not would really be the question, because while he was fairly certain that sometimes she didn't ask because she felt it was better if she didn't know, he doubted that this would be one of those times.

"Okay, okay, we can do this." He wasn't scared of the General, not really, but he respected her, and didn't want to break that respect somehow.

A little flicker of a smile followed, "And hey, at least this time if she gets mad about it, it'll have to be at both of us." A shrug, "Worst case scenario, we both get exiled somewhere."

[poeticforce]

Poe chuckled lightly as he listened to the other man. "Come on, if she gets mad it'll be at me for being foolish and reckless like usual." Although whether that would apply to not being cautious enough about the whole situation, or his arguably impulsive but instinctive use of the Force was debatable. Probably a little of both, really. "You did everything right. You didn't let me go on this mission alone, and you pretty much saved the day." he said, flashing Finn a sideways grin. What went unsaid was the fact that if Leia did seem angry with Finn as well then Poe had every intent of deflecting that anger at himself.

Him, a little protective? Nahhhh.

"You know, we work pretty well together." he remarked after another drink of water, lightly nudging Finn's leg with his own, that grin lingering on his face. "I mean, not that we've had a ton of chances to do so, but still."

[haveanamenow]

"Yeah we do, pretty sure we could make exile work out for us." He replied, grinning again to give proof to the fact that he was joking, though he followed it with: "And you say that because you don't realize that I was running on not even half of a plan and hoping that it would work out."

He shrugged, "Hoping it would work out and hoping that your droid would actually listen to me, that was a pretty big factor to the plan."

[poeticforce]

"Oh yeah, it'd be a vacation." he joked back, pretty sure neither of them would have any idea what to do with themselves on an actual vacation or break from the war. Sometimes, when he couldn't sleep and his mind really got to roaming, Poe considered the fact he didn't have the foggiest idea what he might do with himself in a post-war world. There'd probably still be outlying supporters of the First Order to track down, he supposed. Although some days he wasn't so certain of the odds of him seeing the Resistance be victorious. Not because he lost hope, but because he wasn't always confident he would survive to see it happen.

"Well whatever amount of a plan it was, it was still better than anything I was coming up with." Given enough of a chance he would have come up with something. Probably. The mention of BB-8 had Poe turning his head to look over in the droid's direction, cracking a smile. "BB's a good listener. I'm sure he was confident in the plan." A quiet series of beeps from the droid had him taking a drink to try and hide an amused grin.

[haveanamenow]

Finn turned a flat look on the droid, though there was still amusement behind his eyes, lurking at the edges of his voice: "You know, one of these days I'm going to learn what you're saying, and then you won't be able to tell secrets about me anymore."

Truthfully he was already picking up on a little bit of droidspeak, enough to know that they had accents the same way people did, and two of them saying the same thing didn't always mean the same thing. But he was confident that he'd pick up on it sooner rather than later, he just had to work at it was all. As soon as he had time to do anything of the sort.

[poeticforce]

As the droid chirped an answer to Finn the grin lingered on Poe's face, although now it was half simply from observing the exchange. He knew BB-8 had been a little weary of the other man before, in the beginning, but that was long past at that point. There was trust there, even if it might not always seem that way from the droid's attitude. And Poe was glad for that, considering how much he trusted Finn. It would have been weird if BB-8 was standoffish while he was anything but with Finn.

"He's not saying anything bad. Just that he was concerned." Poe remarked. "Which I mean, he's concerned about my plans all the time. But they always work out in the end." Those words prompted BB-8 to look his way and the next set of beeps managed to hold a sarcastic tone. "They do!"

Chuckling, his attention turned back to Finn. "And you'll pick it up. It's easier the more you hear. I definitely didn't learn it overnight." It was true that their time was usually taken up with other, more pressing matters, but learning at least the basics of the language would be useful. There were always droids around, even if they weren't all as chatty as his. Poe was sure BB-8 wouldn't mind helping either, or at least he was sure that he could convince the droid to be helpful.

[haveanamenow]

Likely some of that almost-camaraderie came from the fact that Finn almost always talked to BB-8 like a person instead of like a pet or even a servant the same way many people did with droids.

The response made Finn smile outright, "Well that means that my plans have at least as much of a success rate as yours do so far. Better, even." Given as how Finn had only had the one real plan so far, and it had worked well.

He couldn't help the laugh when the droid swiveled to look at him again for a moment before rocking back slightly and turning back to Poe with what Finn could only surmise was agreement.

[poeticforce]

Poe would have half protested but his laughter kind of killed any attempt to try and seem offended. "Oh I see how it is. My plans aren't good enough anymore." He put up his hands in a mock surrender gesture. "Fine, fine. I defer to the current plan-making champion." At which point the droid chirped something about maybe he'd hit his head too hard and Poe just waved the concern off, relaxing back and stretching out his legs.

Maybe it was the painkillers or the exhaustion but it felt good to laugh and relax a little. There weren't too many opportunities for that, or at least that was how it felt more often than not. So often things were life or death but at least for a little while that wasn't a stress on their shoulders. He knew it wouldn't last but that was okay, he would enjoy it -- and the time with Finn -- while he could and then let those memories tide him over until the next such time they could afford to relax.

[haveanamenow]

Finn had finally relaxed a little in his seat as well, and he couldn't help but smile at the very fact that Poe was smiling, even despite their close call and the fact that they were probably going to have another sooner rather than later, because that was just the way things seemed to work for them.

He gave a shrug, "You just have to know when to cede something." He replied, though he was still teasing, the same way they already had been, "And the fact that you know when someone's better than you are at something, well, that takes guts to admit to."