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audacesWHO: Poe Dameron
WHERE: Poe's roof!
WHEN: April 15
OPEN TO: S'chn T'gai Spock
WARNINGS: n/a
STATUS: ongoing
He's been here longer than one full moon cycle.
A month, as it's called. The moon that cycles above their heads is unfamiliar to him, but Poe is nothing if not used to the motions of celestial bodies, and being adaptable is essential in his line of work. Even if the rest of Black Squadron isn't out searching the galaxy for him (they're not), that doesn't mean he can just lie down and sink into a deep depression. He has to make the best of his circumstances. There is a chance, however infinitessimal, that someone might stumble upon his location and he can get snatched back. He has to make it until that time.
Giving up is not a Dameron trait.
His chores done for the day, Poe decides to take advantage of the strangely cloudless night to climb up onto his roof, using the pillars of his porch as a makeshift ladder, so he can lie back and admire the stars that wheel overhead. Like the moon, they're not familiar to him, but he's starting to recognize their shapes. Sooner or later he'll learn their names, and then this sky will be just as familiar to him as the sky wheeling above Yavin IV.
Folding his hands across his belly, he digs his heels in to the shingles to keep himself stable, and starts to whistle a tune he remembers his father singing as he cooked. It's a poor substitute for home, but it still brings him comfort nonetheless.
WHERE: Poe's roof!
WHEN: April 15
OPEN TO: S'chn T'gai Spock
WARNINGS: n/a
STATUS: ongoing
He's been here longer than one full moon cycle.
A month, as it's called. The moon that cycles above their heads is unfamiliar to him, but Poe is nothing if not used to the motions of celestial bodies, and being adaptable is essential in his line of work. Even if the rest of Black Squadron isn't out searching the galaxy for him (they're not), that doesn't mean he can just lie down and sink into a deep depression. He has to make the best of his circumstances. There is a chance, however infinitessimal, that someone might stumble upon his location and he can get snatched back. He has to make it until that time.
Giving up is not a Dameron trait.
His chores done for the day, Poe decides to take advantage of the strangely cloudless night to climb up onto his roof, using the pillars of his porch as a makeshift ladder, so he can lie back and admire the stars that wheel overhead. Like the moon, they're not familiar to him, but he's starting to recognize their shapes. Sooner or later he'll learn their names, and then this sky will be just as familiar to him as the sky wheeling above Yavin IV.
Folding his hands across his belly, he digs his heels in to the shingles to keep himself stable, and starts to whistle a tune he remembers his father singing as he cooked. It's a poor substitute for home, but it still brings him comfort nonetheless.
