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Aug 24, 2019 12:05 PM
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Margaret is exploring the tunnels under Whateley again, because everyone else is in the cafeteria and that's only so interesting when you can't eat or drink. There's some pretty interesting stuff down here! For instance, this room has a bar in it, and despite the entrance being underground the window has a view of exploding stars.

She admires the view for a bit, then wanders up to the bar.

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"Okay. What do you want to talk about?"

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I might not come back. If I don't, can you look after DZ?

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Upload nods solemnly. "Of course. We can go back out the door to my world, she'll be safe there. I'll make sure she's okay, I promise."

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She nods. Thank you.

She gets a good night's sleep, and has a good meal, and makes sure she's properly warmed up, and -

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-goes.

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Margaret sits in the bar and frets. If she had her next body and a few more combat courses she would have offered to help, but as she is she would be a liability. She's warned the infirmary staffperson that she might get a patient soon, and beyond that she's out of ideas.

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A dozen droids, recognizable from the manual as Grauzatis' assistants, show up after about twenty minutes, with what must have been his test subjects: A blue-scaled woman with a bad limp and heavy scarring where the scales have been removed is helped along by a subdued human woman, followed by a man with prosthetic legs, who looks a little shocked but seems otherwise fine. Two of the droids are half-carrying another man, wild-eyed and gagged, who struggles in their grasp without seeming to be quite aware of what he's doing, and two push a wheeled machine big enough to suggest it might contain another person, while another carries a woman who seems entirely unaware of her surroundings. The lead droid speaks briefly to DZ, and half of them bring their charges and the machine to the infirmary while the others wait with her.

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This seems like a good sign! She can explain Milliways to anyone who seems confused; otherwise, more waiting.

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The new droids are even harder to read than DZ, with her subtle body language, and the others are still in the infirmary when Deskyl returns, coming through the door at a quick jog with her right sleeve hanging half off below a nasty burn on her shoulder and her 'saber still lit. The patrons near the door cringe away from her, too, for unclear reasons.

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Margaret waves hello and says "Welcome back!" but doesn't get in the way in case Deskyl wants to go straight to the infirmary.

Meanwhile a woman with dark skin, white-blonde hair, and gorgeous butterfly wings floats out of the back, not appearing to need the wings to do so. "Hey," she says, "Can you, like, chill out with the emotion magic and the waving a weapon around and stuff? Or go out of the main bar area."

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She lunges at the butterfly-winged woman, saber humming as she strikes at her.

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The saber stops dead in midair; a moment later so do Deskyl's other limbs. It's like being encased in stone: she can clench her muscles all she likes and not move an inch. She finds herself floating off the ground, across the room, and into a Security holding cell. It has a padded bench and a force field.

"Welp, now you're gonna sit here for two hours subjective or until you pull yourself together, whichever takes longer. At least you only tried to stab me and not someone who coulda got hurt."

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DZ tries to follow them in.

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Deskyl growls, but it trails off after a moment and she backs off slightly, looking confused.

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DZ is stuck on the other side of the forcefield, but it impedes neither light nor sound and lets her get fairly close to the bench.

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    Are you all right, Ma'am?

 

I don't know.

 

    Are you hurt, aside from your shoulder?

No, I'm fine. But...

    to crave what the light does crave, she signs, and Deskyl relaxes, leaning against the wall.
    to shelter, to flee
    to gain desire of every splayed leaf
    to calm cattle, to heat the mare
    to coax dead flies back from slumber
    to turn the gaze of each opened bud
    to ripe the fruit to rot the fruit
    and drive down under the earth
    to lord gentle dust
    to lend a glancing grace to llamas
    to gather dampness from fields
    and divide birds
    and divide the ewes from slaughter
    and raise the corn and bend the wheat
    and drive tractors to ruin
    burnish the fox, brother the hawk
    shed the snake, bloom the weed
    and drive all wind diurnal
    to blanch the fire and clot the cloud
    to husk, to harvest, 
    sheave and chaff
    to choose the bird
    and voice the bird
    to sing us, veery, into darkness.
       
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To rot the fruit, she nods. To drive tractors to ruin.

I should meditate.

    Yes Ma'am.

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Margaret tiptoes in a few minutes later, looking nervous but curious. She doesn't interrupt Deskyl's meditation, just sort of stands there awkwardly.

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It takes a moment for DZ to notice her, but when she does she stands and goes over. "Are you all right, Ma'am?"

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"I'm okay. Is she okay? She, uh, looked pretty freaked out back there."

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"We're not sure, Ma'am. This isn't unusual for Sith, but it's unusual for Deskyl, and I don't know what to expect yet."

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"I don't expect there's anything I can do to help, beyond making sure time stays paused outside and explaining things to the infirmary patients, but if there is let me know."

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"If you could ask whoever's on duty in the infirmary to come see her when they're done with the others, that might help, I'm sure the pain isn't making anything easier for her."

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"Yeah, of course."

Margaret heads to the infirmary, where multiple healed people are now milling around. More relevantly, an extremely healthy-looking woman whose right arm is entirely encased in a metal gauntlet is pressing her glowing silvery left hand to the hand of the blue-scaled woman, whose injuries are steadily repairing themselves. "Do you want to keep your prosthetic legs or have healthy biological ones grown in their place." she says in a fast-paced monotone to the cyborg man, then turns to Margaret and says "Hello do you require medical attention wait I don't think I can actually heal you."

"Oh, I don't need medical attention, but when you're done in here there's a woman in the security cells who does."

"I will attend to her next thank you for letting me know." 

Cyborg guy says he doesn't have a problem with the legs he's got. In fifteen minutes everyone is as extremely healthy as the healer and she and Margaret both enter the security area. Thanks to the time weirdness, Deskyl's two hours are just ending and the force field comes down.

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Deskyl hasn't moved, and her eyes are still closed; she grimaces slightly as they approach, and signs hold.

 

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Margaret stops; the medic takes a few more steps and then also stops, saying "Hello do you require medical attention I have a very comprehensive healing power."

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