exsiliumlogs | she took me back and stitched me up

Date & Time: 9th October and onwards
Location: Clinic
Characters: Donny & open
Summary: follow-on from this network post, but your character doesn't have to have replied to that in order to drop by and give him info or whatever!
(annnnnd eventually it might just turn into a catch-all for later October logs? idk.)
Warnings: Depression, potential mention of death, murder and horribly injuries. Will edit as necessary and feel free to give me a heads up if you'd like to avoid any particular topics in our thread! c:

( Or, perhaps more accurately, the location is really "the place that is being constructed into a clinic." Though he spent a few days dedicated to fiddling in the VR room, he has his retreat there fixed, and there are more important things to focus on. The majority of the time he's in the clinic.

A. Fixing thing up. Right now, hiding his magic seems stupid, rather than helpful, and he's very carefully using his ability to manipulate metal to make the most of the materials that they have, reconfiguring the space to allow for maximum bed space, reinforcing the doorway, making a space for back up generators. There is zero meddling with the external structure, though, because that would obviously just be a really bad idea.

B. Paperwork - working on an inventory, working on patient records, going over notes for appropriate treatment for non-human Transports, trying to organize the (admittedly limited) medical texts that he lugged up on the flight. Save him from this plan or alternatively come and give him more stuff to... file or whatever.

C. Treating people - WHAT DID YOU DO. WHAT DID YOU DO.
Seriously though, what did you do because he needs to know so he can patch you up.

D. - idk man you guys probably have more ideas than I do )

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[ alisha doesn't bother responding to donny's broadcast. half of the reason is because she honestly has shit all to contribute and because she's really fucking sick of hearing people she knows having left. so, instead, she ventures down there to see him face to face rather than text to text. ]

[ he's doing some weird magneto shit with metal when she manages to find him. she watches him, with a confused, yet not quite so, expression on her face. this is the boy who asked for her foundation a few months back, right? ] Hiya. [ with a curious pinch to her brows, she points at the metal he's manipulating. ] You're seriously doing that?

Hey.

( Quiet, voice a little hoarse. He'd had a chance to be more relaxed, the past times they've met; the beach, Ella's party. There was more color to him, as simple as his clothes, even if he'd always had a tendency to be wearing neutral colors and black. There is something more severe in this, the all-black and the exhaustion in his shoulders, the slow burn of everything eating through him, even if he is standing taller, looks somehow... steadier. He is hanging in contradictions.

Metal is warping by virtue of his will, as he clears more room for the generators, clearing the space and creating a secure framework. )

Yeah. ( A shrug, apologetic. ) It's j-just-- m-magic.

It's cool. [ she's never quite met someone who wielded metal before, but she doesn't look frightened by it. it's a useful power — way useful than the ones she had and apparently chooses. what's there to do with making people want to shag you? what does being in someone else's shoes accomplish? ] Never met anyone who could do shit like that. Knew someone who could teleport and apparently this girl could literally freeze shit, but never metal.

[ all the cool powers go to non-delinquents, the fuckers. ]

It's um, elemental. L-like, um. ( His brow furrows, for a moment. ) F-fire and earth? So uh, m-metal and g-- g-glass took a while, but they're r-related.

( It feels weird to talk about, still, but between Morgana, Belle and Crystal, it's gotten a little easier. Part of him is waiting for something to go wrong. )

It's-- m-magic is k-kind of um, rare? At home. It's c-complicated.

Don't think anyone has magic back home. Just shitty powers. [ very shitty powers. alisha says this with a rather unimpressed air. but her eyes settle back on donny's little project, watching with a fascination she tries to hide. powers are not in alisha's list of interests. she hates them, she doesn't want them, but she can't quite help but be a little enamoured by this display. it's going to help people, right? that's what powers are meant to do. ] So, what? You can bend metal and make glass?

I c-can, um. M-make-- make g-glass if I uh, have sand. I c-can sculpt it, though. Like m-metal.

( In a brief, simply display, flames curl from the palm of ones of his hands, engulf it, before simple reabsorbing into his skin. )

I c-can't-- the fire isn't g-good to use here. L-limited oxygen and-- yeah, it'd w-waste it faster, m-maybe. ( He doesn't mean to sound sad about that, he's meant to be stronger and steadier and better, but some parts of all the pain sinking into him have to show, before he shakes himself, and shrugs. )

Guess being on the moon sucks.

[ for more reasons than not being able to make a fire. but if donny can't make a fire, or doesn't want to because of science, then that might mean that they're all fucked. aren't these places meant to be stocked with unlimited oxygen or some shit? doesn't someone have that as some weapon? ]

You should start some sort of glass sculpting business. You could make tonnes of money on that. Be a millionaire in no time.

( A little his expression would suggest, shrugging. There are worse things about being on the moon than his magic, but those probably aren't things Alisha wants to hear about. )

I um, m-make jewellery, sometimes.

( Although, he falters, bites his tongue. I was setting up a studio in Exsilium doesn't seem good to say, either. And it seems stupid all on its own, setting up an art studio in a warzone. Naive, stupid. The kind of complacency that allowed Exsilium to be destroyed. )

I d-don't um, know what I'd do if I w-was a uh, a m-millionaire, though. Adopt a lot of uh, stray c-cats, maybe.

[ jewellery. with a gift like that, she'd think he was an idiot if he didn't do something that he could make him money. she thinks to ask him about it, to show her some of the stuff he's even done, but, instead, it's the last comment she ends up tackling. with a laugh. ]

Are you serious?

she took me back and stitched me up

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