Jul 06, 2022 9:37 PM
Musoka gets yoinked into the Survivorverse
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MOM 2 IS A TERRORIST AND THIS IS HORRIB- Musoka really hopes she can get the hang of this and therefore end this practice session soon.

She floats off the ground again, wincing. <How long?>

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<That disruption lasted only 1.6 seconds! And that's 5 in a row under 2 seconds, so you're cleared for non-combat (and emergency in-combat) flying!>

Real warmth fills her mindvoice. <Congratulations, Musoka. I know this has all been really stressful, but I think you're doing a great job.>

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<!!!>

She makes a construct beanbag and flops happily onto it. She can FLY!!! 

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<...were the sudden train noises really necessarily, though? I was so terrified, even knowing it wasn't real!>

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<Well, that was the point! You can't practice remaining hopeful under adverse conditions without some simulacra of said conditions, right?>

Before Musoka can complain more, she adds <We should head to the hospital. Want to fly there?>

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YESYESYESYESSSSS <Sure!>

They leave the gym and thank the desk clerk on the way out. 

 

 

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"No problem!"

If Musoka intends to fly to the hospital at a low level, she'll attract more attention from people! Someone who is probably a superhero is cool; someone who is an actual superhero is guaranteed cool.

If she intends to fly to the hospital at a high level, any navigational systems she has to detect flying people will pick up two of them (as well as birds and airplanes), though the MK. I Eyeball probably won't suffice.

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She takes off like a bolt, moving from ground level to her cruising altitude in about 10 seconds. If anyone's watching, they won't hear any sound or see any wind displacement around her when she takes off; she's simply there 1 second and gone the next, a brilliant blue afterglow tracing her path. 

Per Mom 2's instructions, she's flying about 2 miles up (this is actually safer than flying lower, since it means if she loses flight due to emotional disruption, she'll have longer to reorient and regain control) and running radar scans periodically. If she's in eyesight range of any planes, she'll wave as she goes by; she routes around ducks 

Oooh, other flying people! Musoka, in addition to her MK. I Eyeballs, is equipped with the ultimate multitool, and as such is capable of getting a closer look (fancy sensors that she isn't used to using burn more ring charge than she would have ever been ok using for something like this back home, but that's not a problem anymore!) Anyone she recognizes? 

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Yup! Mirror is flying like a jet engine, pushing back against the air to propel herself forwards; Octavian (superhero outfit: black T-shirt, slacks, leather jacket) is hovering above a building somewhere as if gravity is an optional rule and his location is determined solely by his personal feelings on the matter.

(To the improved senses of the ultimate multitool, Mirror is generating a force from nowhere that pushes her in one direction and the air in the other, and Octavian is precisely countering gravity's force without pushing against anything, and does not particularly care what this does to a model of reality that is fundamentally based on very advanced but still physics-following technology.)

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Oh it's Mirror! Hi Mirror!

... probably she shouldn't actually go say hi to Mirror, but... 

...how fast is Mirror going? 

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About 60 MPH! Freeway speeds and as-the-crow-flies, but not actually faster than a car. She isn't heading in the same direction as Musoka, or particularly near her; she's just in the same airspace.

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...Musoka can go a lot faster than 60 MPH, and she's got some time before the hospital appointment, and she really wants to show off say hi to Mirror! She adjusts her vector with an absurdly sharp turn and catches up with her fellow superhero.

"Hi Mirror! Where you headed?" 

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Mirror flinches when Musoka appears almost so next to her, which she attempts to cover up with a glance over her shoulder.

"I'm on patrol!" She taps one ear under her mask, there's a slight bulge. "If I hear anything exciting I can drop out of the sky on it." 

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Musoka notices. "Ooops! Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Still kinda new at this." 

She grins. "That's really cool! I hope you have a good patrol. I'm heading off to the hospital to heal people!" 

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"Nah, it's fine! You were just going really fast."

"Thanks! Good and good luck!"

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Musoka grins sheepishly at the speed comment.

"Thanks! Good luck to you too!"

She does a cute little salute and then rockets away with at the same ridiculous speed she arrived at, though with a bit less acceleration at the very start (to avoid startling Mirror).

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Mirror is not tremendously startled this time! Whether that is the acceleration or the fact that Musoka is departing instead of suddenly coming up next to her will remain a mystery for the ages.

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And it's off to the hospital! It's big and square and not tremendously different from any of the hospitals she's used to, except insofar as the streets next to it are wider and there are more cars next to it.

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Ooooh, it's big!

She shoots down like a meteor and stops just before she hits the pavement, then floats at a brisk walking pace towards the main entrance. 

She's got a layer of construct armor obscuring the details of her homemade costume, thin blue forcefields intersecting at strange angles. (She doesn't need to put in any special effort to be hopeful, right now; she's filled to the brim at the thought of getting to heal people without having to worry about ring charge.)

She walks in and heads over to the front desk.

Once she has someone's attention, she'll identify herself. "Blue Lantern; here to heal people." 

(it's lucky her outfit totally obscures her face, because the grin on her face is extremely undignified.)

 

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There's a couple of women chatting, but they straighten up when she arrives - 

"Great! If you could read and sign this -"

And they present a form saying that she is an officially licensed superhero and the hospital is not responsible if she screws up etc etc etc.

(Per Minerva, the person who is responsible, assuming there isn't a giant lawsuit, is "the Federal government". The form is not sufficiently clear other than clarifying that it's not them.)

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She quickly reads over the form and signs it with a flourish, nodding and handing it back to the person who handed it to her.

(She's trying really hard to not visibly broadcast her excitement too much, and has picked up creating tiny loop constructs on the inside of her gloves and running them along her fingers as a stim.)

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"Trauma center first, then, and then -"

There are a lot of people who need healing. It's Chicago, and it's a big city and it's short on hospitals. Some of them are sick with the regular kind of transmissible illness, some of them have cancer, or autoimmune diseases, or longstanding deficiencies, and there's a really surprising number of people (especially, but not solely, when compared to a European city in a universe with fewer supers) who are dealing with gunshot wounds, knife wounds, or burns that look suspiciously aimed.

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Oh jeez some of these injuries are really scary!!!

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I'm here to help, Musoka reminds herself, and closes her eyes.

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She concentrates. Remembers what Minerva said about mass healing, and how useful she can be, how much good she can do. Thinks of the lives these people will get to live, once they're healed. The hopes and dreams she'll be enabling.

(She spares a moment's thought for the people she wishes she could have healed, when she was younger. I miss you, Mimi, she mouths silently.)

The blue aura around her flares, and she raises her hand.

A bright blue filament shoots up, branching as it hits the ceiling, lines tracing out to the patients around her. As they reach their intended targets, a blue light scan plays over them, and then-

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