[closed] and since we've one place to go

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Who: Nathan Drake, Elena Fisher, Agent Washington, Agent Maine, Kyna Midha, Staci Pratt, Poe Dameron, Taako Taaco, Lup Taaco, Peter Parker
What: Nate leads a polar expedition out to the mountains.
Where: Out on the tundra; at an undisclosed excavation site in the foothills.
When: February 1-14
Warnings: PG-13+ for swearing, descriptions of dead bodies/science torture. :(




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WELCOME TO SNOW HELL

the journey | the door | the bunker | the lab

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[volitaunt]

[ Poe feels a twinge, both of guilt and sadness. That's as good a reason as any to stay away from a person's original universe. ]

Have you thought about going back with someone else? The last place I was, they could do that.

[ Or he assumed they could really do it. There's some doubt there, now. ]

[itsnotaonesie]

[Also he's super dead, which kind of complicates things. Just a bit.]

I've thought about it, but I have no idea where I'd go. I've got a friend who doesn't want to go back to her world either, but she wants to come with me to mine and I'm like... I mean, I don't think I can go back at all so that wouldn't work. So I guess I'd have to find someone willing to bring back two people.

[volitaunt]

[ Also, that.

In fact, the I don't think I can go back at all gives Poe pause. It makes him think of Cassian and Jyn all over again. The narration apologizes for what's about to happen, because Poe Dameron has no tact whatsoever.

Quietly: ]

Peter, are you dead? I mean. You're obviously not dead, not here, but I had some friends who died in their universe. Who couldn't go back because of that.

[ Another pause. ]

You and your friend could come with me and Finn, if you wanted to. It wouldn't be easy. We're in the middle of a war. You wouldn't have to stay with us, but you know what it's like to learn to live in a different world. The option's there if you want it.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter finally looks up, and then looks over his shoulder to see where the rest of the party is. "By the way I'm Spider-Man" isn't a secret he's too concerned with keeping these days, but "by the way I'm dead" is something that he doesn't really want just anyone knowing. Weird priorities, Pete.

Once he's sure nobody else is listening, he turns back to Poe.]

Don't... don't tell anyone.

[Which is basically confirmation for "YEP I'M SUPER DEAD"]

Nice to have options, though. Thanks.

[volitaunt]

I won't.

[ Poe gives him a sort of one-armed hug, a tight squeeze that's as much for himself as for Peter. He's known too many people who have died way too young. The Resistance is full of children, young rebels, many of whom he's trained himself. There are plenty of pilots and soldiers like him, people frustrated by the inaction of the New Republic, but Leia told him once that rebellion is a young person's game. He didn't get it, not really, not when they had a legend at the helm. Now he does, a little bit. ]

You're welcome. I wish I could offer better than another war.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter smiles slightly, giving Poe a little nod. Thanks for not spilling his dead boy secrets, Poe. And for the hug, Pete doesn't get enough hugs.]

It's fine, man. And honestly, someone like me would probably be a big help.

[volitaunt]

[ It isn't. It isn't fine. He wants to tell Peter as much, but that argument brings way too much of Poe's own baggage to the forefront. He doesn't need to offload his feelings onto a kid who's already got more going on than he can probably handle. ]

Probably. Force knows we could use all the help we can get.

[itsnotaonesie]

[It's all good Poe bro, everybody's got baggage these days. Peter handles his mostly by ignoring it, that totally works right]

I've got some experience? Not on like, a full scale war sort of level, but I have had to deal with some fate of the universe stuff before. It's kinda freaky.

[volitaunt]

[ That startles a small laugh out of Poe, a kind of puh of amusement. ]

Before all this I thought 'fate of the galaxy' was as big as this stuff got. Sounds like one hell of a story though, if you ever feel like telling it.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter's amused that Poe is amused, and kind of chuckles a bit at his reaction, even if the next thing out of his mouth isn't all that amusing in itself.]

Hell of a story, yes, but not really one that has a happy ending. Just a heads up.

[volitaunt]

[ Poe winces. Right. The whole. Y'know. Dead, thing. ]

Sorry. Wasn't thinking.

[itsnotaonesie]

It's okay, man. Don't worry about it.

[He gives Poe a playful nudge with his elbow. IT'S FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE POE.]

[volitaunt]

[ HNNNNNGH. He's giving Peter the look of a worried golden retriever, or more accurately a labrador retriever. Peter's got the golden kind of face. ]

Yeah. [ So convinced, he sounds, but it's not like he's going to forcibly shove Peter into Talking About It right now.

Right?

Right????]

Why don't you want them to know? Your friends? They could probably offer you a lot more homes to go back to.

[itsnotaonesie]

[NO don't make that FACE, now Peter's really starting to doubt BASICALLY EVERYTHING. I mean, more than he usually does. The jokey-joke "I'm fine" bullshit obviously isn't working, sooo. Peter's just going to stop trying to fake it.

He doesn't brush the questions off like he wants to, but he does hesitate before he answers.]

I don't want to make anyone worry. Everyone's already got enough to deal with just being here, they've already got enough horrible stuff to worry about. I just don't want to add to it, I don't want them to think that I'm not okay.

[He really isn't though, but y'know. Superhero's gotta superhero.]

[volitaunt]

[ He gets it. He does. God knows he keeps things to himself until he can't any more and it just explodes outward in all directions and blasts anyone in the vicinity.

Healthy coping mechanisms are not his forte.

But still. He can recognize unhealthy ones in other people! ]

Well, maybe. Maybe your friends will worry about you either way, y'know? Part of caring about people is wanting to know if they're not all right, isn't it?