𝚑𝚞𝚡. (tage) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-11-08 20:51:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !log/thread, armitage hux, poe dameron |
Who: Hux & Poe.
Where: Theme park.
When: Sunday evening.
What: Fine dining?
Status: In progress.
Warnings: Cursing.
Hux really missed his First Order uniform. These hotel-given garments were (in his opinion) highly unflattering and far less menacing. Jeans and a t-shirt really took the claws right out of him. But at least it was superior to his 'Senator' costume. Over the course of the past week, Hux had truly suffered through the five stages of grief. And as fate - or the hotel - would have it, denial was spent outside in a tent. Which, honestly, wasn't the worst. The fresh air did his mind some good. However, anger was pretty fast to follow. The events of Halloween and just being in this bizarre world were starting to get to Hux and it had put him in quite the negative mood. The bargaining stage was short-lived. There wasn't really anyone or anything he could negotiate with to make things better. Though he did reach the conclusion that being in the hotel was, to some degree, better than dealing with Ren on a daily basis. Or any of the fuckwits on the council that sided with him. Depression had eaten up an entire day. He didn't eat, didn't sleep. Just spent his hours in sullen silence, avoiding his roommate to the best of his ability. Eventually, Hux would pull himself out of this emotional mess, landing him where he currently was: acceptance. He was waiting for Poe in the lobby, calm and collected, as if he hadn't been an absolute wreck for days on end. At the promise of exploring a new culture, Hux at least had to try to look presentable. 'Sloppy' was not in his vocabulary. Particularly around people he was trying to impress.. |