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Who: Wrath (and maybe you?)
Broadcast: Entire fleet
Action: Windrose medlab, she ain't goin anywhere
When: June 11 (four days after this mess)

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extra large protein lovers pizza
++ spicy soypperoni
+ red chilies
++ mazer beer ipa or equivalent 1 6pack

5 strippers
pref male
++ purple body glitter
++ portable sound system
+ boa constrictor

deliver to: lt wrath, windrose

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[She doesn’t quite know how bad she looks, but she knows how bad she feels. There is no way the people in the fleet need to see this. So it’s audio only. Wrath’s words slur faintly, like someone who is profoundly tired rather than drunk. Chems do that to her.]

Hey everyone. Um. I had an accident and I’m gonna be… down for a little while. I know I wanted to do a coffee thing for all my brother soldiers but… that’s gonna have to wait. Til I’m on my feet again. Really sorry, guys. But it’ll happen. Just a little later.

Anyway like last time I was in traction I just ordered pizza and strippers, but I tried to do that here and it doesn’t work? And there’s no pudding or nurses. So I’m kind of super bored since I can’t move around right now. So anyone want to like… watch vids or play games or something? I could maybe figure out how to do chess on the network. Or ask someone for help. Or tell stories. Or like. Visitors would be nice? Yeah.

Officer Snuggles says hi, everyone. [The fox yips.] And. Um. Bye~

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[Wrath, almost completely immobilized in traction to keep her spine from crumbling completely, occupies the Windrose’s medlab for the timebeing, Officer Snuggles normally curled up on the corner of the bed when he’s not out patrolling. Wrath herself looks like hell, nasty bruises and stitched up head and facial lacerations, her left eye’s sclera still crimson. But she’s doing her best to maintain a positive attitude. There’s not really anything else for her to do.

Visitors are what she really, really wants. Being stuck in bed and unable to move around and really touch anything is starting to eat at her badly. It’s a vague sort of unease, blurred out by the drugs, but it’s definitely not doing her anxiety levels any good. Before the ports are removed, nothing feels right anyway, which is another sort of alarming. She's got the painting frame for entertainment beyond staring at the ceiling, but her fine motor control is terrifyingly lacking, and she doesn't think she can blame it all on the drugs.

And Winter… she’s not thinking about what actually happened if she can help it. That wasn’t Winter. He wasn’t at home when that all went down. It was a fight, she survived, everything is okay now. She’s tough as hell. She’s not going to think about how it feels like falling. She’s not going to think about how last time, Compliance showed up and tried to take her right out of her hospital bed. She’s not going to drive herself crazy with worry about how Winter is doing and if everyone is treating him okay and if everyone gets it wasn’t his fault. And she’s sure as hell not going to think about how next time, it might be her turn.]

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Glad you enjoyed yourself.

[He aims a rakish grin just at her and settles down in a chair near to her bedside, reaching to turn the music player off before it starts something to spoil the mood.]

I hope it brought a little brightness to your convalescence.

[He lets out a small winded breath, starting to breathe more normally and idly picking a bit of glitter out of his shot beard.]

Honestly I'm fairly sure I could blind someone if I had more of this on.

You did! You're awesome, Mr. Night Hawke.

It looks really good on you, though. But. Um. Take like three showers before you go near your bunk.

Adalwolfe, actually. Night Hawke's a stage name.

[He's fairly certain even the boys and girls at the Rose would roll their eyes at that.]

And that's good advice. It does tend to get everywhere.

[He crosses his legs at the ankles and looks over at her.]

Are you in much pain?

Oh, okay. It's a really cool stage name, though.

Yeah, last Mardi Gras, we had to just burn my sheets because there was no getting them clean.

[She considers this.]

Some, I guess? I'm on so may chems that I just... don't really care if I am.

Mardi Gras?

[That sounds vaguely Orlesian, but it must just be a coincidence. He shakes his head, letting it go. More he should continue along the thread he'd started, even if he is a bit gunshy after Jihwan fainted once he revealed what he is... Maybe he can find out if she'll freak out first.]

Not caring if you're in pain? That's no good. Tell me, what would they do where your from to heal you? Maybe I can help.

It's like this giant party where everyone in the city gets drunk for three days straight and we have parades and shit. Don't know what it's celebrating, but if you run around naked or flash your tits they give you beads. So. Maybe it's a tit festival?

[Yep. The future.]

I think that's what chems are supposed to do? Uh... I mean, this is pretty much what I went through last time my back got broken too. They had to regrow my bones with nanobots and it just took time...

[Now that sounds more like Antiva. And totally something he'd want to get in on. He may gear more towards men but who couldn't use a good tit now and then? Also hey, free jewelry.

Though that second part is a major downer so fantasizing about a tit festival will have to wait.]

I wasn't aware you could regrow bones without magic.

We don't have magic, so... I mean basically it's super tiny robots that they injected into me and they built everything mollecularly in place.

It felt really weird. The parts I remember.

You know, you're the second person to tell me they come from somewhere without magic. That's so strange.

[He shakes his head, deciding that it's safe to offer what he's wanted to to Wrath. Guiltily, the thought comes that it's not as if she can chase him if she takes the offer poorly.]

What I was going to say is, I'm no spirit healer, but I do know a little healing magic. It might help you to recover more quickly. If you'd rather not, that's alright.

I guess every world seems weird to someone else.

[That's an interesting offer. A really kind one. She has no idea how that works, and so that stops her immediate urge to say yes, just to see what it's like.]

I think... I think that's really kind of you to offer? And it would probably help. But you should talk to Dr. Crusher first. Because I'm not sure what she's doing, and she's my doctor.

That's certainly the truth.

[He smiles nervously, waiting for her response to his offer, then relaxes visibly with her words. He still retains some of his curious air, though. True doctors here meant something other than people who happened to know how to grind elfroot and used leeches for things, but that someone would carry that opinion higher than a true healer's... Not that he's an actual healer, he just knows enough to dull pain or close a scrape.]

Whatever you think is best. Honestly I'm not sure either how magic might interact with this futuristic medicine. I will talk to her though, if you permit me.

[A beat.]

Is she as calm about mages as you are?

You can talk to whoever you want, you don't need my permission. [She smiles wryly.] But sure, I think it'd be good. I think.. the doctors and healers here kind of stick together? So you should definitely talk to Beverly, just like in general.

Why wouldn't she be?

Well as it's concerning your treatment I thought it was only polite.

[He grins back at her smile, more earnest than the nervous thing he'd given her before or even the one that accompanied his wink on his initial entrance.]

I'm not a healer per se. I have a healing spell but it's more to offer relief than anything permanent. Still, it might be better for you than these chems you mentioned. As for mages...

[He scratches the back of his neck absently.]

On my world, we're... well, magic is something of a contested issue.

Oh, I guess? [She's used to being something of a non-person in that regard, talked about and rarely consulted.] That's really nice of you.

So it's more like you're a field medic kind of? [Just trying to put this whole magic spell thing into a context she can understand.]

Why?

Sort of. My skills can certainly keep a soldier going in the field.

[He pauses when she actually asks about magic on his world, trying to figure out how to tell her about it without things getting too heavy.]

There are systems in place to... supposedly protect both mages and non-mages from magic-related danger and misuse. These institutions are unnecessarily harsh. Recently there was a war between the mages and the Templars. I'm not sure how it turned out as I was brought here.

[He lets out a heavy breath. So much for keeping things light.]

It's far more nuanced than that, but there's the gist.

... What kind of danger is there from magic? [Sorry, she's confused.]

It's like any other tool. It can be used as a weapon just as readily as it can be used to help. A fire spell could start a campfire or burn someone alive, it just depends on intent.

[He shakes his head.]

But it's the same as anything else. Give a farmer a pitchfork and he's going to move hay with it but get him truly angry and he's just as likely to gore you. And yet Mages are treated as slaves and prisoners regardless of intent while a farmer, just as deadly with his pitchfork if he puts it to a use it wasn't intended for, isn't given a second thought unless he actually hurts someone, which is how it should be. Not so for mages.

[Adalwolfe screws up his mouth for a moment, as if he's tasted something sour.]

Sorry, this isn't good sickbed talk at all.

Well, that really sucks. Sounds like a lot of bullshit. I'm sorry it's like that where you're from.

[He puts up a hand dismissively and laughs just a little, scratching again at his chest, just above a thing white scar on the left side.]

We're working on it. The Mages rebelled, the Templars fought back. It's a mess, but it's necessary catharsis. And by the time I left there was an uneasy truce to deal with something bigger. I'm not sure how things will turn out, but something will change.

[A new Divine would help, but that all depends on who she is. He waves it off again mentally and puts on a charming grin.]

But like I said, not good talk for a time like this. Why don't you tell me a bit more about yourself instead?

Hopefully it'll change for the better. But I guess you never know.

[Okay. What can she say about herself?]

Um. My name is lieutenant Wrath. I was a soldier in Ghost Wolf Division of the Proles army for 25 years. That's a mobile infantry division, so we basically rode around on hovercycles and took out heavy artillery and tanks using plasma blades. Um. That's... pretty much me?

A soldier! And one from a technologically advanced place as well. Interesting. Must have been an exciting life. Are you the security officer for your ship, then?

Oh, it was really fun at times and super awful at others. But I really miss my brother soldiers, I was in a good division. But yeah, I'm one of the security officers, 'cause we have two now. Tenno is the other. He's been good about picking up all the tasks I had a hard time doing because of my back, and he's taking on the whole job now. But I know he can do it just fine.

There doesn't seem to be much unrest in the fleet regardless, at least from what I've seen.

[Everyone looks like they get along quite nicely from where he's standing. Other than, y'know, him with the other people from his world. But that's hardly anything that security needs to get involved with.]

I was a mercenary for a year back home when I was younger. Not really the same thing as actual military, but I imagine the camaraderie to be similar.

Nah. There's a couple fucking seagulls here and there, but you kick their asses a little and they straighten up. So it's mostly just making sure everything is in operable shape just in case.

I think you're right. There's something about fighting with other people. It means you understand things that people who weren't in the shit can't understand.

Seagulls?

[He blinks at her curiously, not having heard that term for anything but the bird, but he knows that can't be what she's referring to.]

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