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]

Kavinsky regards the older man with interest. Indeed, there is significantly less plate armor involved in Harry's #aesthetic than Sir Conan Doyle would have him believe.

"Knights fight wars, though," he says. "Or at least there has to be some kind of a monarch to swear 'em in, right? Give you a solid whack on each shoulder with a sword." He thumps himself on the shoulders to illustrate, very nearly over-pouring his own scotch at the same time with the disturbance of movement.

But he stops himself, caps the bottle again. Sets it aside, and comes around the bar to sit with Harry. "But knighthood is an authority given by the government. I'm gonna guess if there was an out-and-out war, you weren't fighting the man."

[iminthebook]

"They do, yes. Lots of wars." He speaks softly, and as he does, his hands tighten, his shoulders unslump, and he draws himself more straight upward, and his eyes, well, there is a shimmering blue fire in them, one that burns brilliantly for a moment. "Wars unasked for, and often unavoidable, for survival, and for hope."

And then he is back to normal Harry, sipping his drink, and looking just tired, and normal.

"A government, and it was a balance. I was fighting what needed fighting, and using the authority to do it, while trying not to lose myself." Not always an easy balance.

[pillz]

Joey is quiet for a long moment, taking sporadic sips of his own drink. (He's more of a beer person normally, but sometimes needs must. Partaking with a friend is a need must.)

"I can't imagine there being enough fuckin' stability in this world that we can actually try for something like 'balance' in this world," he says. "I mean don't get me wrong -- that sounds tough. I'm sure it was. Also you got this thing where you shoot blue flames out of parts when you're talking about it, and that makes me think the situation back home was super serious."

There's a cheeky little grin. He slouches slightly. "But that's cool. I dunno. Sometimes I worry the war's never gonna end. I know a lot of people who don't even think anymore about what they're gonna do when it does, so sometimes I feel like maybe I'm dumb about it."

[iminthebook]

"Just a bit, but you are right. This place feels worse somehow. For all its danger back home, there were safe places." Harry sips his drink, and sighs, angry, sad, and more, not sure how to tell it. So he just shakes his head.

"No offense, but even here, I keep my head on a swivel." This whole world makes him paranoid.

"Someday, it will. I just don't know who will win."

[pillz]

Whoof. Scotch is stroooongk. But also delicious. Joey glances down at his cup for a moment, then up again in time to hear the peppery older man say that.

"We're gonna win."

This much, he says very Firmly. He reaches over with one skinny tattooed hand to grasp the wizard smuggler knight's shoulder, putting emphasis behind the words. "Because we got the tactics, the bodies -- even new bodies, the technology, the magic. And now, enough food and medicine to feed and heal a fucking army." For the next while, anyway. And after that, he's pretty confident, Harry will find a way to get more of it.

"Thanks, Harry. Really."

[iminthebook]

Harry gently claps the man's shoulder and nods.

"As long as I can, you'll have this supply line. It's rough, but this is how we survive, and how we win. We live, and we gather and we remind ourselves of what wqe are."

Freedom fighters. Until the end.