albinomilksnake | STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

Huh. [It's not exactly stellar entertainment, but it is fascinating, watching his friend pull off the sort of crazy stunts even seasoned veterans would think twice about leaping headlong into. Holds his focus for a little while, ignoring the way one of the medbots swivels its (innately) disapproving head towards the both of them.]

You got anything else in there?

[The droid chirps his assent, flipping through--metaphorically--the admittedly small database of video files he has stored.

Yet again, no movies to speak of, nothing entertainment-specific...but he plays another vid nonetheless.

The hologram lights up and Poe's face flickers into view, clearly pressing some button on BB-8's interface before sitting back a bit to address the recorder. He seemed to be a few years younger than his present self, his hair tousled from wearing his x-wing helmet.]

Hey buddy, what've you been up to? [The recording wobbles slightly and the tinny sound of BB-8 chirping accompanies the movement.]

That's great, glad to see you're getting along with the others. Wouldn't want to make waves this soon after being reassigned, right?

[Another wobble, another digitized answer.

Poe starts to speak again, but BB-8 pauses the vid, beeping with some degree of uncertainty and perhaps embarrassment at playing one of Poe's old journal entries. It's not the kind of thing that makes for very good entertainment, and he isn't sure he should even still have them. It's been a while since Poe's even used BB-8 to record anything, as there hasn't really been time.]

[He can't help but smile as he watches the recoding, lazy in his focus, but clearly more content than he'd have been otherwise. Probably more than he's been in a long while. Something about seeing a familiar face that he trusts-- admires-- right there in front of him, even if it's only a holographic recording. It's not until the feed stops in it's loop that Finn's attention drifts down to the little unit instead, curling a few fingers to wave him on.] No, no, no, don't stop. This is good - I like it.

[BB-8 hesitates for a moment, not really sure that it's his place to show the vid log, but if it helps Finn, then...Poe would probably say that's a good thing, right?

The log is from some years prior, when Poe joined the Resistance and was given the rank of commander. Poe’s image smiles and sits back on his heels, puffing out his cheeks with a sigh. He’s clearly thinking about something before he responds to the last comment from BB-8.]

I think they’re sending us out recruiting on some Outer Rim planets next time. Gotta get more pilots on our side, you know? Then again, we could be on reconnaissance duty, or...

[He shifts to sit cross-legged on the floor, running a hand through his tousled curls. Was there ever a time when Poe’s hair wasn’t stylishly tousled? Not since BB-8’s known him.]

 ...Eh, we’ll get the job we get and do it and pass with flying colors. Prove that the General’s decision to bring me on was right.

[The recording tilts again with BB-8’s response and Poe laughs, his grin broadening.] You can say that again, buddy.

[He can't prop an arm under his head as he watches (wounds too fresh, exhaustion still written across his expression) but the sentiment's there, anyway. Finn watches, still entirely transfixed by the flickering images, yawning only once or twice tops when the medical cocktail they've got him on tries to put him under yet again. Instead he picks up the unopened packet he'd been toying with, holding it out to BB-8 to let the little guy do what he does best: open food containers.] Okay, new mission, BB-8: if I'm stuck in here for the next couple of weeks, we're gonna need a lot more vids.

...and if some of those happen to be Poe Dameron's, you won't hear me complaining.

[With the feed cut off, the hologram flickers once and disappears, BB-8's attention turning to the proffered food packet. He extends one of his tool arms, utilizing what are probably wire cutters to open the package for Finn.

And, as if Finn can even understand him, the droid beeps something along the lines of "why don't I just bring Poe to visit?" If BB-8 has the spare time to dote on Finn, surely Poe would as well. It's not like Poe is going to leave his copilot behind so if BB-8 is on base, so is Poe. Usually.]

Hey, I'm glad we're on the same page, too, buddy. [Which means Finn definitely didn't catch the jist of those looping beeps, already plucking up the dehydrated packet and sneaking a handful of chips of-- something into his mouth. Fruit maybe? The rations back on Starkiller were vitamin based blocks and slurries, designed for keeping the cadets fit and functional. Flavor, on the other hand, was the least of their concerns: everything else in comparison practically explodes with taste he's never really known.]

[BB-8 tilts his head and gives another questioning chirp, unsure. Does that mean that Finn does want Poe to visit, or is that just an "I don't know so I'll just agree" sort of answer?

Knowing Finn the way he does, it's probably the latter. And yet...would anyone honestly say no to a visit from Poe Dameron?

The droid beep-hums, a hand-wave like "nevermind" or "it's ok" before turning his attention towards a few other food packs. He uses his already extended clipping tool to snip a small notch into the corners of the packets to serve as a starting point for Finn, glad that his little gifts are finally being put to use.]

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