Red Fish Mingle

[mortalcoil]

Who: The crew and (many) visitors of the Red Fish!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Aboard the SS Red Fish
When: Nebulously after the Great Winter Soldier Violence Spree of '16

[it was bound to happen sometime. all three captains of the SS Red Fish are hauled back home in various stages of medical distress, and things have been a little weird since then.

one of these things is the super soldier with the busted metal arm that is brought in to be kept locked up in Coil's lab for a while. turns out those restraints he'd had installed did come in handy. that's a thing.

so, whether you're here to check on one of the various ailing people here, gawk at the guy chained up in the dungeon lab, or are just trying to live your life in relative peace and sanity, come on in!]

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[mortalcoil]

→ A
[it was a few days before Coil regained consciousness at all, and he has since become a silent and dour patient trapped in his own medical bay. though he can barely move, and being awake is a painful ordeal that he tries to avoid as much as possible, it's still clear that he hates being stuck there.

whenever his eye drags itself open, it's usually to glare mindlessly at whoever is intruding in the lab, and any moments he can dredge up the energy and willpower for it, he's struggling to lever himself up into a sitting position on the table. anyone lucky enough to happen by the lab while he's awake has a good chance finding him engaged in one--or both--of these activities.]

→ B
[eventually, he manages to grit his teeth and rally himself enough to move, fetching a few very important things that he'd had stashed around the lab. and being that his chest is seizing, aching mess of pain by the time he scrounges up everything he needs, he doesn't bother trying to crawl back onto the table. he takes his book of matches, scrap bits of paper, and candle stubs, and slumps himself down to the floor in the corner of the lab. there, he can prop himself up against the cabinets, and pretend that he is somewhere with enough peace and privacy for the task at hand.

whoever happens by to see the patient out of bed, will find him surrounded by burnt bits of paper, lit candles, and spilled wax, jaw clenched as he tries to concentrate through a stupid amount of pain.]

Winter || OTA

[reconstitution]

[ medical bay ]
[ It has probably come to the attention of the residents of the Red Fish that there is an outsider lurking on the ship. Well, not so much lurking as staying very much in one place, restrained to that one wall that doesn't fit in a medical bay.

Even if he could probably break those restraints and escape, he doesn't, because he has a guilt complex and probably deserves this. Winter's a mostly-silent guest, but if someone happens to engage him, they won't be ignored. Just.. don't expect much by way of conversation.

If you want to come give him a peace of your mind, or see how he's doing, he's not going anywhere for a while. ]

[heavenonearth]

[ cas awakes like a bolt.

that's, uh, well, kind of literal. anyone currently milling about on the red fish this quiet early morningish time (for however much one can really track time while floating aimlessly in space) will be subjected to the ear-piercing whine of electric white noise, and a blinding white flash that fills the entirety of the ship for a good three to four seconds. it's fast, but violent, the sound and light both fearsome and pure in the same breath, and when the phenomenon passes, it leaves behind a humming energy, and a living scent like ozone and electricity, and it hangs in the air like a veil, all but tangible.

cas doesn't really remember falling asleep. he doesn't remember much of anything. fancy clothes and glowing moths, that.. polluted moon, right? it all feels distant, like an old memory, but in fact it's been all blackness since the moment he shut his eyes and didn't open them again. he didn't dream, doesn't think he even thought, like he was suspended, frozen in time and space. there was no going home, like sam had. no returning somewhere familiar. he only hung in the void, without consciousness and without sentience, until this very moment.

it's been a long time since he's felt so whole.

eyes wide and heart hammering against his ribs, cas sits up like a shot, breath rattling in his lungs, his body veritably buzzing with an energy that is at once so foreign and so familiar. shocked speechless, he lifts his hands and stares uselessly into his palms. ]

For Bucky, Coil, Sam, and Syeira

[child_of_bhaal]

[Syeira doesn't like the lab. The lab freaks her out, because Coil had chains installed. And who needs chains in a place meant for medical healing? Crazy evil scientists, that's who.

But she goes there, because that is where Coil is, and Coil is still badly injured. Syeira had pushed her magic to it's limits on the Iskaulit, trying to stabilize him, but her cure all was a nap and some coffee, and she's back on her feet like it never happened. Which means she's there to toss a few more heals at him. Even if he scowls at her.

Of course, that's how she finds out about Bucky being chained up in the lab. It pretty much puts her mother henning on instant pause, because:]

What the hell, Coil?! [Cue a sharp gesture over at the Red Fish's enforced guest.]