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meadowlarklogs2020-04-14 07:27 pm
lucubrare) wrote in meadowlarklogs2020-04-14 07:27 pm
another night alone, a temporary dream
WHO: Cassandra Cain | Marta Cabrera | You?
WHERE: All around New Amsterdam! Maybe elsewhere, we'll see!
WHEN: April 2512
WHAT: A catch-all featuring midnight vigilantism, healing folks in underground fighting rings, Red Wings bartending, hospital work, shopping, and various other things! Closed & open headers in the comments!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Some generalized violence but otherwise nada. Will edit once some come up.
WHERE: All around New Amsterdam! Maybe elsewhere, we'll see!
WHEN: April 2512
WHAT: A catch-all featuring midnight vigilantism, healing folks in underground fighting rings, Red Wings bartending, hospital work, shopping, and various other things! Closed & open headers in the comments!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Some generalized violence but otherwise nada. Will edit once some come up.
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[ jyn has never naturally been someone to shake hands, it isn't custom in many galactic cultures, which made not shaking hands on earth pretty easy for her -- despite how many first meetings still come with that outstretched hand before they realize about the empathy bond.
marta is barely taller than jyn and almost delicate looking, but it doesn't stop jyn from asking: ]
Will you be fighting?
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[ It's been a little more difficult for Marta to remember not to offer her hand, but she can usually wave it off as a risk of the job, whether or not she has gloves on at the moment. ]
Do you mind if I take a look at your arm?
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jyn makes a face that illustrates how begrudgingly she ever takes advantage of the free health care on this planet. she also knows a lot of medics, but only a couple of them have figured out that in order to get jyn to sit still for doctoring she has to be cornered into it.
like now. ]
It's my shoulder.
[ a lifetime of hauling herself up buildings and cat walks and cliff faces has done a number on her shoulder and she just keeps fucking it up, leaving it weaker than she would like to admit. ]
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She'd been watching the fight closely and realized just about when something started to go wrong with Jyn's arm, the way she held it even in swinging gave it away to sharp eyes trained to look for injuries covered up by people who don't want to draw attention to themselves.
Marta's expression softens to understanding. At least Jyn knows her own body and isn't going to lie to her face about being hurt. She takes off her glove and reaches for Jyn's shoulder, pausing to get confirmation that she has permission to touch with a raise of her eyebrows. ]
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Maybe not here.
[ damned if she will show weakness in public. she slides off the stool, still blessedly steady on her feet, gesturing with a jerk of her head toward the changing rooms. her stuff is in there anyway. bringing her water with her, she leads marta back, bypassing a bouncer that gives marta a nod, and slips inside the empty locker room. she perches on one of the benches, leaving room next to her. ]
They recognize you. Making a habit of this?
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Just in the last few weeks.
A lot of the fighters are unwilling to go to a hospital for treatment. There's another medic working with them too, one of us. [ She's not gonna out Gene by name unless he gives her the okay, though. ] I got in through them. [ She pulls the bag she's been carrying on her shoulder off in order to dig through it for a diagnostic tool. ] Well. And making a lot of noise, too.
When did you first injure your shoulder?
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Nine or ten? It dislocates easily.
[ it's probably just a compressed nerve, if the tingling in her fingers is any indication but it feels weak and she knows her shoulder isn't as stable as it used to be. could the medi-unit have fixed it when it brought her back from the brink of death? it probably had and then jyn was jyn and six months later, here she is with a bum shoulder all over again. she's 22 with shit joints. ]
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[ Marta is definitely leaning towards a pinched nerve, but she's not sure that her power (weird, still, so weird to even think that) can manage something that deep below the skin's surface.
She can probably heal up that split lip though, easy peasy. She takes note of it.]
Are you interested in getting a scan done?
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I'd rather not.
[ getting jyn to a doctor is impossible, even in this place of quality free health care. her gut instinct is to suffer in silence. ]
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If I give you something to treat it, and some exercises to strengthen your shoulder, will you take the meds and do the work?
Your lip I can fix now.
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[ all human medics are the same, jyn's never met one that'll give up easily. droid medics, on the other hand, jyn can get around following their orders. they commonly have an off switch.
people do not.
she spreads her uninjured arm as if to give marta the go ahead to do whatever doctorly thing she's interested in. ]
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[ She nods at Jyn's acquiescence and leans in a bit. ] This shouldn't hurt at all.
[ With her fingers outstretched she touches Jyn's lip. The blue glow lights up in Marta's chest as Jyn's flesh knits itself together beneath her touch. ]
All better?
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Huh. That's a good one.
[ healing powers seem rare, suited to their owner in most cases, but they're probably the most important powers of them all. ]
Does it work on yourself?
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I cured my own hangnail yesterday. [ Marta shrugs. ] As long as I can touch it and it's not too complex of a wound, it works.
What is it that you can do?
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[ it should be hard to show it off inside, but jyn has gotten good at it over the months she has been here and soon the blue light flares in her chest as the water vapor in the air stills, suspended motionless in the air like a thousand stationary raindrops. after a moment they coalesces into a miniature river that runs nowhere in midair, then into a swirling disc of a shield, before breaking apart into the raindrops that disappear back into the air like nothing had happened at all.
her mouth slants down, thoughtful. ]
I've healed someone, too, but it's not... reliable.
[ she's obviously got a handle on the other aspects of her power, but healing is not quite so handled. she doesn't practice because she doesn't want daisy or cassian to be hurt but daisy and cassian (and now marta) are the only ones that know. ]
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And what Jyn can do is absolutely beautiful. ]
That's amazing. Oh, my God.
Do you ever just make patterns for fun? Something beautiful? Not that it isn't, it is, I guess I just...I never imagined anything could look like that.
If you need a guinea pig... [ She shrugs. She is a nurse; knowing how to properly injure herself without a great deal of risk is part of the job. ]
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I've never tried.
[ she doesn't take marta up on her offer if only because she is still thinking about it. ]
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[ Marta gives by way of explanation. Also don't think she's forgotten about those exercises, either. Marta is still also running a search for good ones, and manages to send Jyn the modern version of some stretches. ]
How long have you been here?
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[ it's a long time for jyn to stay still and she's started getting antsy, the wanderlust her mother instilled in her leaving her itching for someplace other than the same city, same job, same routine. it's better than prison, by far.
but it's a long time. ]
It doesn't feel that long.