capencowl2020 | 01 🌝 THE SAMODIVA

WHO: Members of the anti-government Resistance, refugees, those seeking shelter
WHERE: The Samodiva, a large, dream-built airship that operates as a mobile base for the Resistance
WHEN: Throughout the plot!
WHAT: Open log for the Resistance base, which includes transport, sleeping quarters, intelligence/communications array, small spaces for training, and Medbay/medical services.
WARNINGS: References to war, injury, drug use, etc.

Welcome to the SAMODIVA, the massive, mobile air base run by the Resistance, made and operated by ImPort abilities. When you're aboard, it's hard to imagine anyone could miss it. Though it's bigger on the inside than the outside, it is huge. It is also: white and yellow, a cheery palette that really pops. Fortunately for everyone involved, the ship is also cloaked constantly from external detection as well as armed to some extent for engagement. (But mainly it's supposed to blow itself up.) Tech-savvy and magical ImPorts are constantly upgrading its systems. It spends a lot of time hovering, but you might be a pilot.

The BAR is an incredibly popular site on the ship, and anyone off-duty tends to be found there even in the unlikely possibility they are some kind of teetotaler. People generally mix and serve their own drinks. There's a lot of Pedialyte around too, to offset the possibility of war-interfering hangovers.

The MESS HALL is outfitted with food that draws from a mix of locally sourced produce, grain, meats, and vitamin supplements. With the amount of bleeding people do during this war, the yellow upholstery is a real design mystery. There are two slots both lunch and for dinner; this arm of the Resistance seems to run on caffeine and protein bars for breakfast.

SLEEPING QUARTERS aboard the ship can't house every Resistance member, but considering that there are other vehicles, safehouses, and bases, it makes sense to limit hosting. Each room is outfitted with bedding, seats, and storage; a third have external windows. Refugees and guests are as often aboard as fighters.

Other spaces include: SICKBAY, with a fully operational if limited capacity surgical suite and a full-functioning MRI machine, and beds for several. STORAGE SPACES, ENGINEERING AREA and the FLIGHT DECK are fairly open-access, but it's hard to miss the SURVEILLANCE and SMALL DRONES patrolling the ship regularly.

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[Lucky for Jane, Anders is on duty for the day here, and he's quite a capable healer. Immediately, Anders rushes over to her and offers her an arm to balance on.]

What seems to be the problem?

[Very capable, as Jane well knows, and she smiles warmly the moment he appears. She makes a small gesture down to her ankle, though refrains from wiggling her foot.]

Would you mind taking a look? I'm afraid I've had a small misadventure.

[Anders kneels down to examine her foot.]

Doesn't look to bad, but let's get you seated so we can fix it up.

[Allowing her to lean against him, Anders guides her over to a chair and gets her a footrest, which is mainly just a box he has lying around. Blue magic flows from his hands and into her ankle.]

What sort of misadventure did you get into?

Thank you.

[It's a relief to be off her feet - or, foot - and she grimaces at him when he asks what she did.]

I fell from a ladder. [She admits, somewhat chagrined, and pushes a hand through her hair.] A camera almost caught me writing something unflattering about the government on a window. I heard it just in time.

Well, so long as you got away.

[The ankle is fixed easily enough, and needs just a wee bit more of Anders' magic to completely fix the joint.]

There we go. Good as new.

[She barely notices the moment the pain fades. It's there one moment and gone the next, leaving little more than the memory of it behind. Jane rotates her ankle carefully, then huffs out a sigh.]

Marvellous. Thank you.

[Hopping down from the bed, she begins wiggling her foot into her shoe.]

I was terribly concerned I wouldn't be able to get any training done today.

Always happy to be of assistance.

[Much as he'd like to just stay on this ship all the time, he can still do a lot of good other than healing.]

Perhaps try to avoid ladders in the near future.

It's not always an option. The life of an artist is a very dangerous one.

[She gives him a wink, then a smile.]

I don't often take a lookout, but if you ever find you're not busy...

You and the Dragonborn should start a club for people willing to die for their protest art.

[He's had to heal Finn more than once when their paths happened to cross.]

I don't see why not. I'm only going to be up here for today, and then it's back on the road.

Oh, I don't know if I'd die for it. [Jane replies with a laugh. She jokes, but... god, she might just die for it one day, and she's accepted that possibility.

Even if it's just from something as mundane as falling off a ladder.]

I saw someone in the library the other day. [She says then with a sigh in her voice.] Jonathan Walsh.

[Anders pauses for a moment, then nods.]

I'm familiar with him. It's a shame what happened to him.

[She sighs, eyes on the floor, and nods wearily.]

I don't think he wants to be doing what he's doing, you know... Not even a little.

I don't think so either. I've seen his body, and what they did to him... it wasn't pretty.

[Walsh's lover is still taking it pretty hard, and seems determined to get him back.]

No... it wasn't.

[She frowns, still looking down at the floor as if she might find an answer there.]

I don't think I'll ever really understand it, Anders. What makes them want to hurt all of us.

Sadly, some people fear what they don't understand, or they just hate anybody who's different. They may see us as useful, and want to use us as they see fit, even if they have to break us do to it.

[Anders sounds like he has some personal experience with this sort of thing, even if he's evaded capture all this time.]

[She falls silent, still frowning deeply.]

... I wish that I could do more. It's all so... unnecessary.

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