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[whereivebeen]

Who: The intrepid crew of the SS Paisley!
Broadcast: anything could happen, I guess?
Action: Anywhere on the ship
When: From the shuffle through the end of the month

[ Well the ship could only stay empty but for her captain for so long. And I'm sure the audience is just DYING to know what happens when these older folks show up and find their ship is captained by a 17-year-old with an attitude problem.

Let the games begin... ]

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everywhere. all the time. forever.

[invigorates]

[ the first thing lioriley does once shuffled onto the paisley is investigate. she speeds around the tiny ship looking for anyone else that may be on board - pokes her head into every room to see what is inside of it, and is generally far too excitable for everyone else on this ship. sure, it sucks being stuck in space on a reality tv show (still weird); and even if the augment in her skull tells her what mostly everything is... she's still fascinated by it all. if she sees anyone else around, she'll likely just start talking to them. HI.

her fascination with the ship does not seem to dwindle as the days go by either, though she does far less investigating and spends more time in the medical bay to see what that's all about. why do you people have stuff that just kind of covers up your wounds instead of actually treating them? that's stupid.

ps. she also doesn't sleep. so that's kinda weird i guess. ]

[respired]

[Koltira's interested in the medical bay, too. Specifically, he wonders if it's equipped to handle his particular body.

Without seeming to notice the other woman's presence, Koltira takes Byfrost from his back. With careful deliberation, he runs his hand along one of the runeblade's wickedly curved edges, cutting open his hand. As blood wells from the wound, he starts rummaging for a medical kit. He makes no sound, makes no indication that he's done anything unusual at all.]

[invigorates]

[ it all happens so fast that lioriley doesn't even have time to think properly. she hears - sees him, too - koltira enter the medical bay, opens her mouth to greet him and then... he does that. ]

Wh-- What are you doing?!

[respired]

Testing.

[His gaze keeps ranging around the room, in search of something he can use.]

I need one of the kits.

[invigorates]

One of the-- [ she hesitates for only a moment before quickly darting across the room, grabbing one of the first aid kits and yanking it open. ]

This will do little, in the long term, ser. I could heal you properly, if you would prefer. [ please say yes you're bleeding all over stuff. ]

[respired]

[He glances at the kit, then back to her. Shrugs.]

If you insist.

[He offers his bloody hand with no apparent urgency, nor care for the dark streaks disappearing beneath the sleeves of his tunic.]

[invigorates]

[ don't worry, lioriley seems to be concerned enough for the both of them. she quickly shoves the kit aside, steps closer to koltira and takes a hold of his hand with one of her own. the other hovers over the self-inflicted wound, her fingertips shimmering with a pale blue light as she begins to heal him.

it won't take long for the cut to begin to close, and he may feel a tingly, warm sensation on his palm. ]

Whatever would you need to 'test' to do that to yourself?

[respired]

[Although the wound closes, Koltira doesn't seem to enjoy the process. His ears fall and press back against either side of his head, like an aggravated cat. He grits his teeth, grimacing, but makes no sound or reply until she's finished.]

Because I am--not--normal.

[invigorates]

[ lioriley retracts her hands slowly, only to reach for a nearby cloth so she can wet it, and - if allowed - at least attempt to clean the blood from the other elf's hand and arm. ]

What do you mean by that?

[respired]

[He exhales, not out of necessity, but out of relief that the spellcasting has finished. He doesn't seem to mind her attention to the dried blood, though his muscles are taut and tense.]

My body is not made of living tissue.

[invigorates]

[ she sets to work; carefully wiping away the blood from his skin. when he speaks, she doesn't even bother to glance up at him. ]

Then what, might I ask, is it made of in place of living tissue?

[respired]

My body is held together through necromancy. [And some other magic. He's not really sure. It's at least 70 percent necromancy, though.]

[invigorates]

[ now she looks up at him, brows furrowed slightly. ] Held together through -- How is that possible?

[dadlife]

[knock knock on the medbay door.]

[it's been a while since he's surfaced from his room enough to be spoken to, so it might be a surprise when lior looks up to find that joel is standing there of his own will.

[... alright maybe he's a little forced, judging by the uh. bloody hand. someone had a knife-sharpening incident. 20 years of survival instinct doesn't always account for little accidents.]

[invigorates]

[ when lioriley opens the door, she is greeted - and shocked - by two things: 1) joel is there, of his own volition (kind of), and 2) he's bleeding. why does everyone end up with wounds on their hands, by the way? he didn't do this on purpose like koltira did, she hopes. ]

Oh! [ she immediately reaches out for his wounded hand, gripping at the wrist as she tries to usher him inside while simultaneously checking the cut. ] What happened?

[dadlife]

Just a little accident--

[oh god pulling and touching alright okay okay calm down joel]

It's not too deep, but all the med kits are in here.

[invigorates]

[ dealwithit.gif. ]

I can heal you well enough without a medical kit. They do little so far as proper healing goes, [ she glances up at him, ] Unless you would truly prefer that I did not.

[dadlife]

[deep. breaths. joel.]

... Go ahead.

[HE SOUNDS SO RELUCTANT BUT... maybe he should get a feel for how this works just in case he almost dies again]

[invigorates]

[ oh thank god. this is so much easier for her, even with the augment in her head that tells her how to use the garbage in the medical bay.

she nods once he gives the go ahead, grabs a hold of his hand with both of her own and presses her fingers to the wound, gently. after a brief pause, the lines around her fingers begin to glow brightly; wisps of color emanating from the tips and into his skin.

the wound begins to close, and joel will likely feel a rush of warmth through his palm and along his arm. ]

[dadlife]

[ohhhhh that is weird. that is strange. no no no okay i have to let her do this this is WEIRD]

... How the hell does that even work?

[invigorates]

[ oh it's just a little process called noneya.

just kidding, she'll tell him in a second. once she's certain the wound is well on its way to closing and he isn't bleeding anymore. she reaches for a cloth, wets it, and works on wiping the dried blood from his hand now. ]

In the simplest terms: I am passing a small amount of my energy into your body, as to allow it to heal itself the same way mine does naturally.

[dadlife]

... But your energy is part of you. Isn't it?

[invigorates]

It is. [ it's said so casually, like she doesn't even realize what she's saying. but she absolutely does. ] 'Tis only a minimal amount for a wound of this caliber, though.

[dadlife]

... Then from now on, you're not usin' it on things like this.

[:|]

[invigorates]

[ she looks up, head cocked to the side in confusion. ] I beg your pardon?