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WHO: Anyone in the area!
WHERE: From the Forge to the Hangar, so clear across the whole right side of the map if you're nasty
WHAT: A race, an abrupt end, and the inevitable consequences
WHEN: Once the glitter has settled, mid-Feb
WARNINGS: Some people will probably get hurt, but I have no metric for how gory they're going to be about it. I'll let you know if it happens.
NOTES: I'll put some toplevels just to organize the sequence of events, but if they're in a weird order to you or you want a different one to do your thing and need me to reorganize, let me know. If you just want to put another one, feel free.
For any further plotting discussion of anything going on here, hit up the plotting post.

While the air was no longer swirling with it, the effect of the glitter gathered like a blanket on the ground was like that of freshly packed snow after a storm. It left Tony squinting in the glare of it with the sun revealed clearly in a cloudless sky, only to bounce viciously off of every coated surface. Even through his sunglasses and hand raised to shade his eyes as he peered down the corridor from the grassy edge of the forge toward where he knew the hangar was, Tony could only consider the path for so long before squeezing his eyes shut against the competing oases that the light threw up. It was going to feel a bit like skiing, he thought.

Returning to the site where his pit crew had been gathering throughout the development of the vehicle, he reported, "It's worth a try." The path up to the hangar was almost entirely a wide, straight road, the longest clear area they had to test the power of the speeder. As Tony mounted it experimentally to kick the power on, it flung a new rain of glitter in all directions, leaving anyone gathered doused once more and Tony snickering from the hovering vehicle. "I don't think there's going to be any problems."

It was a heavy, growling thing under the sleek body that Tony had found time to detail with pink and red glittering stars, inspired by the strange storm. Unlike the Iron Man's whispering repulsor power, the speeder purred even at rest, gnawing through the experimental fuel and whining faintly at the effort of holding itself up and in place, like it was straining against a bit. It felt more like a motorcycle that Tony would be familiar with, likely, than the speeder that Poe was expecting, or the sparrow that Cayde had tried to explain, and without having to rely on the repulsors, it could manage far more weight for longer periods than this model of Iron Man. A heavy Exo could easily take a passenger, or a haul of dinnerware, to start cutting down on the travel time around here.

Or Tommy could be given yet another thing to gloat about.

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"Mm Hmm," Poe hums disbelievingly, nodding his head towards the bunks, turning into the space. His bunk was made clear by CC-9 poking their head out. They rarely leave the ship these days, preferring the cleaner environment of the confined space to the outdoor.

"Three guesses," he teased, releasing his hold on Reeve and moving to pull away now that he was close enough to crawl in himself. It's clear Poe's made this his home, his few possessions hidden away at the end of the bunk.

"

Ah, another droid. Mini, who was following slowly behind them, offered a very vigorous wave to the droid.

"I'm guessing it's where the cute little guy is," Reeve mused. He doesn't at all judge poe for the relative comfort the ship provided. Sure, Reeve himself wasn't as big on the confined space, but he understood it.

"Stay here then. I'll see if I can find something suitable to wrap your ankle with. BB-8, I know you are not feeling the best, but I do ask that you watch him and make sure he stays in bed. Whistle if you need someone to kick him back into it."

Not that he'd kick Poe. Even if he did have built up aggression left over from yelling at Stark.

CC-9 gave a more subdued chirp than BB-8 tends to, coming out to first examine their follow droid, and then Mini, circling round the plush.

Poe's gotten used to the confined space of a ship, it's almost comforting at this point. "CC-9," he introduces, "They prefer to stay inside."

BB-8 beeps in affirmative, rolling after Poe to usher him fully into the bunk, while CC-9 rolls off to try and lead Reeve towards the first-aid supplies.

"It is lovely to meet them as well," Reeve assures the droid with a little nod. It's nice too that the little droid is so willing to help. He points at Mini before he moves to follow the droid.

"Watch him. If he tries to leave, tell me."

Mini throws off a salute and Reeve moves to follow CC-9.

Poe snorts at his own personal miniature guards, making a face at Mini but obediently keeping put in his bunk. He shrugs off his jacket with a sigh, tugging up his pant leg to get a look at the damage himself, testing the limits of how much he can move without grimacing in pain.

So maybe Reeve was right. He wasn't about to admit that to him.

CC meanwhile calmly led Reeve, climbing low ramps Poe had put down to help them easier navigate. They aren't built like BB, and parts of the ship had been inaccessible to them for a them, struggling briefly as their wheel track caught on a transition strip between the doorway.

Reeve follows CC quite happily and once they reach the place where the supplies, he's quick to pull them free. He offers a thankful nod to CC-9.

"If you'll forgive me, I'm going back quickly. I'm worried he's underplaying the injury."

He's happy to treat the droids like people because he's used to it with his own companion. Once he was back he looked at Poe, frowning at the man's bared skin.

"I'm sorry to say we're going to have to take your shoe off. If it starts swelling, it won't go back on, so you do need to stay around."

Frowning, Poe resists the idea, more out of principle now then anything. It's hard to deny when he can see the swelling for himself, the bit of bruising all ready blooming.

"...I'll give it a day," he relents, moving to try and toe the boot off with his heel, but nope, not a good idea.

"I'll find someone who can let me onto this ship to make sure you haven't wandered," Reeve threatens as he goes to a knee in front of the other man. "You're lucky I don't have a sleep spell, or a stop."

He knocks the uninjured foot away, instead letting his own hand come to work the boot first loose, and then gently off. He immediately started to tut gently over what he found.

"Well, just a visual inspection says it's not broken. Do you mind if I test it?"

After the life he had lived, learning basic first aid was important. Even in a world with magic, you had to make sure the body was properly prepared for healing before you actually went and did it. Which often meant splinting joints before spells if you weren't in the rush of a battle.

"You can try." Though for all his teasing, Poe probably won't try to get too far.

He props himself up on his elbows, head stretched out in the bunk, head craned so he can watch, and his lips quirks pointedly. "Told you," he mutters with a smirk, but nods, "Go ahead."

"I'm stubborn enough to succeed," Reeve counters lightly as his fingers settle softly to pulling off the sock. Soon cold fingers are probing at the ankle, twisting it too.

"I'm sorry, I normally am not this much of a pain to someone until at least the third meeting where they're turning in work late."

"So am I," Poe returns, but the effect is lessened by the shiver that follows with those cold fingers. The probing and twisting earns the odd wince, and Poe bites at his lip to keep quiet after a particular turn makes his leg jerk.

"I tend to bring that out in people, I don't mind."

"You seem the type," Reeve agrees. Once he's certain there isn't a break, he takes the bandage and start to unwind it.

"Well, you don't have a report that you owe me, so I think we'll be fine," Reeve assures the other man. But he doesn't move from his place, now sitting on the floor, to carefully wrap. "If you need help while you're recovering, tell me. I'll bill Stark."

He chuckles, shifting to make it easier for Reeve, "You going to bring me a little bell?" he asks, arching an eyebrow with an intrigued look.

"Eh, split it between the three of them. And BB's parts too, look at him." Poe sighs, giving the droid a pat. "Flown how many fire fights, and this is how he gets banged up."

Reeve can't help the way he responds. It's just a knee jerk.

"I don't know that there's a collar that would fit you," Reeve countered without thinking. Oops.

"I'll do it, and insist that Stark make the parts personally," he answered moving through the wrapping process with careful speed.

"He deserved better."

Poe lifts his thumb to try and hide the surprised smile that slip brings, though it can't shield the way his brows jump. By the time he pulls his hand away again he's worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. "I'm sure it wouldn't be that hard to find one."

His head tilted then, fixing Reeve with a look.

"Are you saying that as a fellow engineer, or this because of some...history?" Poe prompts. Stark built the thing, yes, but it could have been any of them that caused the crash.

Listen, belling a cat is a thing, geez. But there it is, the response, That means he's been caught in a horrible statement. Reeve just groans. How could he mess that up? At least the guy is amused.

"BB-8 didn't deserve hurt because of Stark being a fool," Reeve answered. But there might be history. And Stark wasn't considerate of others.

"That wasn't the sort of engineer I was."

It is, but Reeve's definitely given himself away with that groan, Poe's grin spreading wider. And hey, Poe's outed himself with his recognition of all these things.

"He did keep me from being flattened by the wreck," Poe notes.

Perhaps he'll stop feeling bad about it later For now, he's trying to pretend he hadn't done that.

"He was also the one that created the whole wreck situation," Reeve counters.

"I'm one of the people that asked for a speeder." Poe's head tilts curiously, "Tony and I have had our words, but I'm curious, why don't you blame Cayde for any of it? Or the Kid?"

Really? Reeve stares up at Poe and then, just because he feels everyone involved deserved their punishment, he pinched Poe's thigh.

"So the small group of you decided to put others at risk. If he wanted to play his games, if any of you did, you should have done so elsewhere."

As for Cayde, he had been punished with his own actions. The kid? Well, Reeve could do nothing about the little speed demon that hated him.

"One can only blame those they were aware of the responsibility of."

"Nnn- ahh-" Poe hisses and flinches away with a pout.

"Hey- outside of some much needed fun- they could have been useful," Poe argues, rubbing at his thigh.

"And he could have tested it in a path that doesn't put the ships at risk," Reeve countered, because yes, he will have this fight with anyone who will argue with him.

"I've been working for a while to get them repaired after the crash. Nor am I the only one. And in addition to putting people's bodies at risk, he risked things we can't easily repair. There are other places one could have taken it. Like the beach."

So there.

"To be fair, I don't think they were trying to race in the hangar." Poe had heard them a ways off, though he couldn't place the source at first. But point taken.

Reeve rolled his eyes. No, he wouldn't be surprised if the finish line had been in the hangar. This was Tony Stark, a man who could be highly inconsiderate.

"There," he said instead, anchoring the bandage around Poe's ankle. "That should help."

Flexing his foot, the bandage stayed in place, and Poe fixed Reeve with a grateful look. "You should be doing double time in the hospital," he complimented, "So when do I get my little bell to summon you?"

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