01 🌝 THE SAMODIVA - Rebel Base [open]

[pillz]

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.

Comments

[pillz]

[joey nods and shakes hands with a few people in the hallway as he moves past them. fortunately, nobody's exactly critical at this moment in time. someone asks him where victor is, and his best guess is the bridge. someone else asks him if they can have a ufo doll anders, and he says,] You're not a kid, it's up to Anders.

[the resistance member in question ends up giving anders these huge bambi eyes, but joey hastens the healer toward the examination room. he can see josh through the small round portal window. he taps the panel, and the door slides open, allowing himself and the other magical man in.

he is obscurely surprised that josh actually came here. some part of him still holding on to old broken promises, the same way one might hold onto a grudge or a bad dream, long after waking from either. it's fine. he keeps his face carefully neutral, like he hadn't been tipsy yelling at josh for being a drama queen in the middle of a bar a couple of hours ago. ideal leadership behavior??]

This is Josh, [he says.] Josh, Anders. [of course, the two men have heard of each other. they're the healing heavy-hitters of the resistance.

which is a bit embarrassing for josh. but honestly, joey trusts anders to behave much more professionally than he does himself, when it comes to the question of: why is there an injured healer sitting this exam room.]

[rebelhealer]

A pleasure to meet you, Josh.

[Anders looks the other man up and down, examining him and looking over his injuries. Easy enough to fix, really. Anders is one of the best healers in the rebellion, but he can't stay up here in this ship when there's work to be done in the cities. Lives to save and civilians to liberate.]

So, if you'll just set yourself down, I can heal you right up.

[goldtoxicity]

I like your work, Anders. Nice to finally meet you.

[ he spares a glance to joey, a did you actually tell him what he's in for look, before he sits himself down on the table. and, after a second, pulls off his shirt and wiggles his pants down far enough to expose the injury.

gunshot in the gut, stitched over. healed enough not to be an immediate worry. and another in the leg, where the mangled bone had been put back together, the muscle fixed up enough to walk on, but not much else.

depending on how anders' healing works, this could work. he's had some luck with magic working, but any healer that needs to focus usually just throws up their hands and slaps a bandaid on him. josh's physiology is a goddamn mystery. everything is where it should be, heart, lungs, stomach, brain, blood, bones - but they're not working like your average person's. it's kind of impossible to explain what they're actually doing. ]

Don't feel bad if, uh... if you can't?

[ but for once he's kind of hopeful. he tries not to sound hopeful. and isn't looking at joey. ]

[pillz]

[joey in the meantime, predictably, is low-key staring! at josh. but at least he's being relatively inobtrusive about it. he has his arms crossed and his mouth shut (for once), and he's leaning on the wall, trying not to loom.

he thinks a lot about magic and science, in his down-time. how intention shapes the outcome of magic, as much or sometimes-- sometimes even moreso than the completion of the technical details, the intermediate steps. how science is so often different. too much of this, too much of that, that matters as much or moreso than what anyone wanted, and so many discoveries are made by accident. mutant abilities, he's long since decided, are so often somewhere in between.

anyway, he's trying not to crane his neck, be too obvious in peeking. but he does want it rather badly, for josh to be fixed up, feel better.]

[rebelhealer]

[Kavinsky has been quite helpful to Anders in the past, in providing him with equipment, including an MRI machine. Anders had to actually teach himself how to use it, because such a machine doesn't exist in his world. Medical science is so fascinating, in how similar-yet-different it is to healing magic. Not to mention Joseph bringing him to the ship when his skills are needed.

Anders was also there to heal the younger man when he had his surgery. The government being willing to do that to someone makes his blood boil.]

I'll do what I can, Josh, I promise.

[Anders does a quick wave of his hand just to get an idea of Josh's anatomy and it's actually quite baffling. But, he's determined to make this work. His hands hover over the gut wound first, pouring blue magic into the wound to mend any damage that might have been done.]

[goldtoxicity]

[ there's a bright golden glow to his skin for a moment, as soon as the magic touches him, his powers trying to activate and push back before he clenches his fists and forces it back down. tries to keep his mind blank, letting the magic do what magic does.

it feels... weird. but that isn't to say it isn't working. once his system stops trying to fight off these changes it didn't approve of, it actually starts working. the damage starts healing over, and he process goes a little faster once his own powers kick in and start working with the magic rather than against it. ]

[pillz]

[is this fine? it looks fine. is it not fine, though. joey's brain neurotically yells at itself as he cranes his head to watch the colored lights interact over josh's flesh. is this synergy? is that what synergy looks like?

in this world, joseph kavinsky believes himself completely alone; the only dream thief, who must steal the strength of other living things to manifest his deepest unconscious wants, desires, terrors. and he wishes he weren't. there are so many reasons that he wishes there were another one; someone he could dream with, who might understand that sleep is a treacherous place that he can't live without. and that everything he's ever made depends entirely on his own survival.

but he's healthy and well exactly because of these two fellas, and the other metas like them. and as he sees josh's flesh knit, he relaxes visibly, releasing a long breath through his nose.]

[rebelhealer]

[Sometimes healing with unfamiliar physiology can be tricky, but not impossible. Anders can't help but sigh with relief as he feels the magic working, mending the wound and willing the flesh to sew itself back together.

With the gut wound fixed, Anders moves on to the leg.]

Let me know if you're experiencing any discomfort or if something doesn't feel right.

[goldtoxicity]

You got it.

[ he touches the freshly healed skin cautiously, running an internal diagnostic on himself. everything seems fine, no problems here. he's not even as spent as he usually is when he tries to heal himself. ]

Dude, you're a miracle worker. [ joey was right, whoops. ]

[pillz]

[omg it's really working. joey this once forgets to be all 'i told you so' about it, genuinely glad. good resource in the future, too, if -- when -- josh's power starts to choke again. (little does joey know.)

he beams at the back of anders' head, then promptly makes his expression more serious. this is war. and also, his ex-boyfriend. his ex-boyfriend in the midst of war. serious face time. ufo doll anderses are as light-hearted as he's going to get.]

[rebelhealer]

I do my best.

[Anders' magic doesn't let up until he senses that both wounds are closed and mended. He gently prods the sites of the wounds, to make sure he didn't miss anything.]

How are you feeling?

[goldtoxicity]

[ he stretches the affected leg out and wiggles his toes. no pain. no lingering pain here. ]

Great! [ he's... giddy? holy shit. the inky patches of his skin are even smaller, the mark on his face nearly gone. ]

sorry y'all, death in extended family, brain is knocked for a loop!

[pillz]

[joey finds himself suddenly fighting down a smile, his narrow cheek twitching dangerously as he watches the two healers interact. he wonders if josh knows that that feeling is the one that he gives to people every other day. that warm glow, that wellness. everybody deserves a little bit of it. to be free from pain.

but he's careful to say nothing, shifting his eyes to catch anders. nodding, in silent thanks.]

np!

[rebelhealer]

Always glad to help.

[He nods back to Joseph.]