April station log

[bindsthedead]

CHARACTERS: Sabriel, and the rest of the crew.
LOCATION: Downtime on the station
DATE: Late April through early may
CONTENT: Sabriel recuperates, and does stuff with the rest of the crew
WARNINGS: Possible discussions of death? Nothing other than that.

Early days

[Sabriel sleeps for the first day or so- between the fight with V'Rizz, and the healing, and tryingt to anchor bits of Taeum... It's hardly surprising that she ends up collapsing shortly after arrival, sleeping for almost a day in the infirmary... and spending a bit more time resting in bed- or trying to. Sabriel sings, sometimes, although her taste in songs is both old fashioned and morbid.

But more often, she's reading a spellbook, or writing down notes- sometime some indecipherable notes about binding and sealing, but other times, it's something far more understandable- notes about the orb, and past missions.

And trying to get out of bed as soon as she can, even if she's a little wobbly the first few times- but a little more stable each time.

Unfortunately, she has to be stopped from trying to heal the other patients, but at least she's awake now?]

Training

[Eventually, after she's recovered her strength, and has finally been released from the infirmary, Sabriel gets back to training. Some of it's rather mundane- sword drills, and hand to to hand forms, plus some practice with a dagger- but also magic.

For that, Sabriel practices with training dummies, aiming projectile spells at them and occasionally leaving scorch marks on the walls- or for less directly damaging spells, simply practicing calling up the marks as quickly as she can before dismissing them, the spells blinking out of existence almost as fast as she calls them up.

If approached during any of this, she'll smile politely as she completes whatever she was doing, before offering the interloper her full attention.]

Would you like to spar?

Downtime

[The common living area is considerably more spacious than the sleeping rooms, and Sabriel can e found there as well, curled up with a book, or writing down notes.

She can also be found meditating in the sunlight room, beneath the simulated shade of one of the trees, or in the kitchen, helping to prepare meals. She's perfectly happy to chat, although if you're in the kitchen, she may try to enlist her conversation partner in meal prep.]

Back to the infirmary (Locked to McCoy)

[Sabriel's feeling better now- her exhaustion gone, her bruises mostly healed- and so, when she goes back it's less for medical care, but instead to to learn the basics of anatomy- and to teach Charter magic.

She's brought a spellbook along- one that covers the basics of magic- not just the marks, but advice for connecting to the Charter, and discussion of the other, practical details of Charter magic.]

Doctor McCoy? I'm ready to start.

Miscellaneous/Wildcard

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Comments

[homeostatic]

Sabriel, ( he greets her politely from his workstation, and hooks a foot around another stool, pulling it in close for her. McCoy looks as tired as they all are, but alert, looking forward to this. Part of him still longs to be inert, to hide under a mess of blankets for the foreseeable future, but it wouldn't make him feel better, only worse. Up and about, he can do something, settle his way back into a useful routine. )

Have a seat. I just pulled a couple books for you; think you'll find them interesting.

[bindsthedead]

Thank you. I brought something for you too- I thought we'd start with the basics. It's safer that way.

[The Charter is comforting- at least to Sabriel, but the potential dangers of magic gone awry had been drilled into her head since childhood. Best to drill it into her students as soon as possible.

Sabriel takes the books though, leafing through them curiously.]

training room

[whitestonelives]

[Percy, who's been working on what looks like a fancy steampunk version of a Tommy gun, is taking the prototype out for testing. As soon as he's done shredding some poor dummies into bits, clearing the occasional jam, and scribbling the results in a notebook, he pushes his beaked mask up and approaches Sabriel for—well, exactly what she said.]

Certainly. I was actually hoping to test this out, so I'm glad I caught you. I hope you don't mind getting shot at just a tad. [He taps the stock of the gun, inlaid with silver accents.] What do you think about calling it Surprise?

[Yes, Percy is the type of person who names his guns. Unfortunately.]

[bindsthedead]

Why not 'Percy's machine gun'?

[Says the woman who wields Aborsen's bells and Abhorsen's sword, and lives in Abhorsen's house. Her family is not one for creative names.]

As for getting shot at... I think Doctor McCoy would be very cross with me if my shield failed and he had to readmit me to the infirmary.

[whitestonelives]

I could, but that’s just boring. It makes more of an impression if you say, “oh, forgive me, I forgot I brought you a surprise,” before pulling this out.

[Although he will probably change the name later. Needs a bit of pizzazz. And he supposes so does the prototype.]

Not as cross as he likely would be with me. [It’s a fair threat to make. He stows the machine gun, then pats the longsword at his hip.]

Sword against magic, then? I ought to shake off the rust anyway.

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel laughs, the joy of of a challenge lighting up in her eyes.]

Now, that might be interesting. Although I can't promise I won't draw my own, if you get close enough.

And you should probably practice for those times when a gun isn't an option.

[whitestonelives]

If you do, I've a feeling you'd win handily enough. [Percy's drawn his sword before and used it to great effect, but he did that up against dragons, and once as a surprise attack. Against a person? He knows his chances of winning drop significantly.

Which means that Sabriel's right, and he really does ought to practice for the rare times his guns and his magical items won't help him.]

You make a fair point. Very well, then. On your guard. [He draws the dragonslayer's longsword now, falls into the sort of stance recognizable as the kind a fancy little rich boy learns in his fencing lessons. Then he strikes out, more as a test to see how she'll react.]

early days

[coordination]

[ In true sibling fashion, Yzak also spent that first day back sleeping.

And he ends up coming to the infirmary a number of times in those following days - as a visitor, not a patient. Aside from a tiny bit of wear and tear, he's fine for a change! Hooray. Sabriel is one of the people he comes to see. And as he opens his mouth to greet her one of those times, nothing comes out as he stops, pausing, to listen to her sing. ]

Re: early days

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel is a good singer, although her choice of song is morbid. It's a song she remembers well, and a story she remembers being told to frighten girls in the dormitory.

And well, when you lived in the north, so close to the Wall, any way to remind people to lock their doors and windows securely at night tends to be repeated a lot.]

Said my lord to my lady, as he mounted his horse:
"Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the moss."

Said my lord to my lady, as he rode away:
"Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the hay."

"Let the doors be all bolted and the windows all pinned
And leave not a hole for a mouse to creep in."

So he kissed his fair lady and he rode away
And he was in fair Corvere before the break of day

The doors were all bolted and the windows all pinned
Except one little window wherе Long Lankin crept in...

[And Sabriel pauses for a moment, spotting Yzak, before continuing with the song.]

[coordination]

[ He'll save his remark until after she's done. And when she is: ]

Maybe I should have brought my violin along.

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel leans back, laughing.]

Once Doctor McCoy lets me leave, we can have music practice in the common area. That's... probably the best place for it. The training room isn't for that kind of practice, and the simulation room might be a bit over the top.

[coordination]

[ That was supposed to be more of a joke ("""""joke""), but when Sabriel says that... ]

... if you're serious about that, then sure.

I've never heard that song, before. It's pretty creepy.

Early Days

[pursuit]

[ It isn't too hard to spot people in the infirmary. Likewise, it isn't hard to recognize a familiar face. Sabriel might or might not have noticed a certain boy with a spade painted one eye getting a good look at her and hurrying away, but it's nigh impossible to miss his return.

Because Deuce comes back several hours later bearing a gift. The box he carries exudes a faintly sweet aroma as he approaches, and he holds it with the caution of someone handling a delicate object, even when he halts at her bedside. ]

It took me a while to get this right, but... I've been meaning to give you this.

[ Deuce doesn't know if it's the ideal time, but it seems to him Sabriel might benefit from a little pick-me-up. Before he'd come to this place, a schoolmate had shared a recipe with him for a particularly fluffy, light pudding. And after more attempts than he'd care to divulge, he's succeeded in preparing some. ]

I... Actually don't know what sorts of things you like, come to think of it... But I hope it helps you feel better.

[ He'd meant to make it for her after their last, sorely taxing mission, but it was more of a challenge than he thought. But now, at last, the box he offers her contains several repurposed jars for her. ]

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel smiles when she sees Deuce approach- she's still tired, and her bruises make themselves known whenever she moves wrong, but- it's good to see other crew members unharmed.]

It's.... Some sort of custard?

[Not a desert Sabriel's had since she left Ancelstierre, which must be... almost a year ago, now? But it brings back fond memories of school, at least. Sabriel smiles lifting out one of the jars.]

Can I... try it now?

[pursuit]

Of course- I mean, as long as you want to.

[ A pause, as it occurs to him he'd been so focused on the food itself he forgot to bring a spoon. ]

Oh right- one sec.

[ Tugging his magical pen from his breast pocket, Deuce summons a single spoon. It drops from the open air onto her blankets without ceremony. ]

Sorry, my aim's still a bit...you know.

[ His smile is apologetic around the edges, but he's glad at least conjuring such a small item is well within his means. ]

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel just laughs, picking up the spoon and digging in.]

You're learning, just like every mage does. And it's probably better to practice aiming with spoons instead of fireballs.

[Sabriel's eyes widen.]

This is- this is excellent! Thank you.

[pursuit]

[ Deuce is sure she's right about that, noddingbin agreement. He's much less likely to cause any accidents with a spoon than with elemental magic.

When she tries the pudding and likes it though, Deuce finds himself more relieved than he'd expected to be. ]

Oh, you're welcome!

[ He practically lights up like he's been given the highest of praise. But then, it is the best result with food - someone enjoying it. Deuce reins in his enthusiasm after a moment. ]

I'm really glad... If you want, I can always make more too.

[ It seems to him that with each mission, Sabriel works so hard, even when it takes a lot out of her. ]

( spar )

[scarcastically]

[ erik blinks, a little surprised at the request. ]

Sure. In what area? You lookin' to work on something specific?

[bindsthedead]

Hand to hand wouldn't be a bad idea- I wouldn't want to slack off, only to end up somewhere where carrying a sword would attract too much attention.

[scarcastically]

[ that's fair. he rolls his shoulders. ]

You have any experience in that? Boxing, martial arts . . . ?

[bindsthedead]

Back home, most of it was grappling- what we'd need to do if someone got so close a sword wasn't going to work. I've been learning martial arts from some of the people here though.

Wei Wuxian | Closed

[bindsthedead]

[The first day back from Giva is spent asleep, or in that strange in-between state between sleep and waking, where it's so easy to slip back into dreaming. She's vaguely aware of Doctor McCoy and the others in the infirmary,

When Sabriel rouses herself enough to get out of bed, it's early in the second day, and she's still tired- she sways a little, as she gets out of bed. She was lucky not to take any serious injuries, but every bruise is now making itself known- and with her armor off, a few are now very visible on her bare arms.

Still, she's awake and aware enough to see someone else who's also unsteady on their feet.]

Did Doctor McCoy say you could leave?

[Her voice sounds rougher than it usually does, even to her own ears- she managed to avoid burning her throat, but it still sounds like she badly needs a drink of water.]

[singlelogbridge]

Ah? [He turns, caught, eyes wide and a little unfocused.]

Yes. He said that I was in such good health, it was a miracle, that he had never seen anyone healthier than me. Honestly, the man had to sit down he was so overwhelmed by my perfect health.

[He trips a little to the side. He wasn't even moving and he trips a little, slumping into the wall and pretending like he isn't...doing that.]

Why do you ask?

[bindsthedead]

And I'm the queen of Ancelstierre.

[And that country killed its last royals centuries ago. Sabriel's tone makes her disbelief pretty clear though.]

If you're so healthy, why can't you stand up straight?

[Not that Sabriel can talk much herself- she's keeping her hand on beds and cupboards as she moves forward.]

[singlelogbridge]

[Wait. He knows that voice. Why does he know that voice? He pauses to consider but his already horrible memory compounded with the whole concussion nuisance makes it a lost cause. Hm. Oh well, probably not important.

With the brightest grin he can muster, he folds one hand over the other and bows to her. He definitely almost falls over and his vision swims in front of him, but it's absolutely worth it for the sass.]

Ahh, apologies your highness. This is just how I stand. It's very comfortable, you should try it sometime!