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come_sailaway2023-10-03 10:06 am
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You saw my pain, washed out in the rain (OPEN)
Who: Arilanna Tayrey and YOU!
Where: The infirmary
When: Early October
What: Visit her! Or visit the infirmary for another reason and notice her.
Warnings: Head injury and its consequences, discussion of violence, possession, and the ethics of torture.
Notes: Also works as a catch-all for later threads when she's better!
1. But you saw no fault, no cracks in my heart
[This is what it takes to get Lieutenant Tayrey to actually rest. A nasty head injury with concussion. She's been in and out of consciousness for days, and while she's out of danger now, she's staying put. This is new territory; while the infirmary is well-supplied and Doctor Watson is very competent, the resources here don't compare to the advanced technology of the Tradelines. Her genetic enhancements protect her, mean that she heals quickly, but she can't tell just how long it might take - and given what she witnessed on her visits to Earth's past, she's very worried about infection.
That and function, although she's held off on running cognitive tests on herself just yet, in case the medicines she's taking have some side-effects. (She needn't worry, Cardalek genetics are more impressive than even Miri Carrington realised, and she'll be fine.)
Now, however, she's well enough to sit up in bed, her head bandaged. Despite everything, she's still wearing her Tradeline jacket. It keeps her warm, and it's a comfort, and now that she's feeling a little better, she's once again concerned with the impression she's giving. It's her intention to stay as cheerful as she can, not complain about the pain or the unfairness of the situation. Physical injury was always a hazard of her job, and she'd been taking a risk by trying to use Harvey for her own purposes.
When a visitor arrives, she might be sipping a mug of Cardalek coffee, or trying to braid her hair to keep it neat and away from the bandages, or watching a comforting old episode of For the Company on her slate computer. Using the computer for work isn't advisable yet, but holovids are no trouble.]
2. So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
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Where: The infirmary
When: Early October
What: Visit her! Or visit the infirmary for another reason and notice her.
Warnings: Head injury and its consequences, discussion of violence, possession, and the ethics of torture.
Notes: Also works as a catch-all for later threads when she's better!
1. But you saw no fault, no cracks in my heart
[This is what it takes to get Lieutenant Tayrey to actually rest. A nasty head injury with concussion. She's been in and out of consciousness for days, and while she's out of danger now, she's staying put. This is new territory; while the infirmary is well-supplied and Doctor Watson is very competent, the resources here don't compare to the advanced technology of the Tradelines. Her genetic enhancements protect her, mean that she heals quickly, but she can't tell just how long it might take - and given what she witnessed on her visits to Earth's past, she's very worried about infection.
That and function, although she's held off on running cognitive tests on herself just yet, in case the medicines she's taking have some side-effects. (She needn't worry, Cardalek genetics are more impressive than even Miri Carrington realised, and she'll be fine.)
Now, however, she's well enough to sit up in bed, her head bandaged. Despite everything, she's still wearing her Tradeline jacket. It keeps her warm, and it's a comfort, and now that she's feeling a little better, she's once again concerned with the impression she's giving. It's her intention to stay as cheerful as she can, not complain about the pain or the unfairness of the situation. Physical injury was always a hazard of her job, and she'd been taking a risk by trying to use Harvey for her own purposes.
When a visitor arrives, she might be sipping a mug of Cardalek coffee, or trying to braid her hair to keep it neat and away from the bandages, or watching a comforting old episode of For the Company on her slate computer. Using the computer for work isn't advisable yet, but holovids are no trouble.]
2. So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
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Yes please!
Tayrey winces, imagining how much pain Erin must have been in. 'That's rough. I take it you didn't have the benefit of accelerated healing either. Not that this feels accelerated right now, but I guess it could be worse.' It could have been. Without her genetic advantages, someone else in her position could have been measuring their recovery in months, not weeks, with the risk of lingering neurological or cognitive effects.
She can't help a little laugh at Erin's last suggestion. 'I didn't think you could get that in a library. It'd be much more discreet than the holovids. Not that I have any of those with me!' Yes, even fine upstanding young Tradeliners are well aware of the trade in three-dimensional porn! 'I do miss overnights,' she says, sounding wistful. 'But no. What I actually want is company. Platonic company. And maybe you could check if any parcels came through for me? I hadn't done that in a while, even before all this.'
Excellent, This One Should Probably Wrap Soon Also DOES She Have Parcels
She's not bitter, you're bitter.
Anyway.
"Can do. I'll catch ya tomorrow, Tayrey?"
Sure! Good to wrap here if you are. And she does!
Ordinarily, she'd ask questions to tease out how this "magical healing" actually works, but she really doesn't have the mental energy right now. Something to file away for another day.
'Tomorrow.' She does manage a small smile. 'Let probability smile on your efforts, between now and then.'