Open | mingle | i give thanks that our ship is swank

[throwsdown]

Who: SS Golden crew and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Golden
When: The month of November!


The mingle for the Golden! Feel free to make your starters for the month and tag around.

Comments

[noprophecies]

Ah, yes, that. See?

[she's incredibly out of place, even if she's embraced more modern clothes. But only because hoodies, to her, are a fascinating and amazing clothing]

I did, mm. And it was mostly - along the lines of physicians? Just with magic mixed in with it. [she smiles a bit] I will certainly turn any questions I have to you.

[youdontneedapictureofme]

I don't really understand - what magic is there?

[Someone has never seen magic before.... and that someone is her.]

[noprophecies]

[healing magic is incredibly hard to demonstrate, but . . . Tempest tilts her head]

Would you like me to show you?

[youdontneedapictureofme]

If you want to.

[She's a bit apprehensive what this 'magic' would entail. It sounds interesting.]

[noprophecies]

I would not offer if I didn't.

[it's probably not surprising that a woman like Tempest keeps sharp things on her person; she draws a knife from her boot and uses it to slice her palm - not too deeply, but enough to draw blood.

She holds that hand out so Maggie can see, next. The language she speaks isn't anything from Earth, but it's lilting and sing-song, and as she recites the spell she lays her hand over the wound, concentrating.

And when she moves it, after a faint, light glow, the wound she made is gone]

[youdontneedapictureofme]

Wha- [Maggie reacts as soon as she slices open her palm, concern making her act. She still believed this girl truly was somehow strange in the head with all this magic talk but then she starts speaking and then the wound is gone.]

Wow.

[She stares, before reaching out to examine her hand which is now devoid of a cut or mark to even show there had even been one in the first place.]

[noprophecies]

[she lets Maggie examine her hand, lips curled in a faint grin. There is no sign that there ever was a cut there]

Ta-da?

[youdontneedapictureofme]

That's... ah... somethin' else? How are you not the Lab Support here?

[For real - she makes her medical skills look like child's play.]

[noprophecies]

Likely because it is not a job that suits me. And in the event of an emergency, I am no more useful than someone without magic.

[she knows more than she's letting on, but even given the lab augment, she'd be angry about it. She hasn't wanted that sort of job since she was a child - the one she has now suits her much better]