[poe turns to stare at him with a flat expression that embodies both "i cannot believe you are saying this right now while i'm trying to maintain good vibes" but also "i don't know what i expected." but it's okay!!! he is poe elizabeth dameron and he will have his good vibes if that's the last thing he ever does (and uh realistically it might be but it's fine).]
We'll get rid of them. I can figure it out. [he grew up on a ranch. that makes him qualified to deal with any animal-type problems. did his ranch ever have a rat infestation? well, no. but he will watch another youtube tutorial on his datapad and figure it out. youtube will save us all.]
Besides, this ship has cabins. I think ... I'm pretty sure it's VCX-100. The doors'll seal shut. [he tugs at finn's hand, pulling him away from the galley and towards the rooms in this dope-ass ship palace.] As long as we're careful coming in and out, we'll be fine if we try to sleep or anything like that.
[we're gonna have a sleepover in this ship? that's a bold assumption, poe. but he's already adopted the ship. it's part of his island of misfit toys now. just by virtue of not being as bad as it could be.
he quickly realizes he has to ... force the first cabin door open, so he extricates his hand from their current otter session to push until one side of the double door relents and slides away. (didn't even think of asking finn for help because he's a stubborn jackass.) how promising.
in a way, it is promising, because no one else has been stubborn enough to try ransacking this room. which is not to say that there's a lot here, but there is a bed and a blanket. there's a datapad under the desk in the room that poe immediately eyes and picks up. the screen is cracked. not just cracked, it kind of looks like it got in a fight with a cement floor and lost. but poe is still an optimist, distracted now by trying to get it to turn on. this is the equivalent of "great, i found an apple computer from 1992 for us to watch youtube tutorials on." ]
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We'll get rid of them. I can figure it out. [he grew up on a ranch. that makes him qualified to deal with any animal-type problems. did his ranch ever have a rat infestation? well, no. but he will watch another youtube tutorial on his datapad and figure it out. youtube will save us all.]
Besides, this ship has cabins. I think ... I'm pretty sure it's VCX-100. The doors'll seal shut. [he tugs at finn's hand, pulling him away from the galley and towards the rooms in this dope-ass ship palace.] As long as we're careful coming in and out, we'll be fine if we try to sleep or anything like that.
[we're gonna have a sleepover in this ship? that's a bold assumption, poe. but he's already adopted the ship. it's part of his island of misfit toys now. just by virtue of not being as bad as it could be.
he quickly realizes he has to ... force the first cabin door open, so he extricates his hand from their current otter session to push until one side of the double door relents and slides away. (didn't even think of asking finn for help because he's a stubborn jackass.) how promising.
in a way, it is promising, because no one else has been stubborn enough to try ransacking this room. which is not to say that there's a lot here, but there is a bed and a blanket. there's a datapad under the desk in the room that poe immediately eyes and picks up. the screen is cracked. not just cracked, it kind of looks like it got in a fight with a cement floor and lost. but poe is still an optimist, distracted now by trying to get it to turn on. this is the equivalent of "great, i found an apple computer from 1992 for us to watch youtube tutorials on." ]