Free the Flyers…. Locked to the Medical Crew

[lordwinnowill]

((OOC note: This thread is locked to Doctors at the moment. Winnowill is powerful, and does want to corrupt your characters, but I won’t do anything of that sort that has not been cleared OOC first. :D She will mostly be doing this through interaction,  rather than magic. She’s been a long time without her games, she means to enjoy this one.))

 

 

She appeared just outside of sickbay, wearing only her long black hair. Of course, her hair was long enough and voluminous enough to cover her bone white skin, if she wished it. Normally when she stood in her gown, her hair had to be draped over a partially raised arm, and still the bend of it and tail nearly drag the ground. Now she wore none of her usual elegance, falling to all fours in the corridor.

 

Medics on their way to sick bay for their shift rushed her, rushed to the seemingly injured woman in the hall. She let them take her arms, help her. Her four fingered hands closed over their five fingered offered ones. One long nail shifted and the man felt just the slightest moment of pain, as though her nail pressed too hard, and then the pain vanished as she healed it, using the healing to draw what she needed from his mind. Just a little. There were some for whom the need was to teach, as well as to heal. She wanted to be open to that need as well. She knew what she needed to know, now. Just enough.

 

The medics brought her into the sick bay. “Doctor!” one of them called. And for the first time she looked up, large dark eyes meeting the gaze of whoever was coming to help her. Find a need… fill a need…. She managed not to smile, letting slight fear show in her eyes instead, ears, long and pointed sticking out of her hair.

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[heartofasun]

Trance started to rush over, and then paused midway, her eyes shifting focus momentarily, gauging different possibilities, different futures, the ones Q would at least let her see. The woman wasn't that hurt. She wasn't hurt at all. Weak maybe, in need of food and water but the effect those had on her body wasn't at all like the effect it would have on a human or a Heavy Worlder.

But Trance played along. She was good at playing. The universe itself was a game and the people in it her Go pieces.

"Get her on the biobed." Trance requested, grabbing a hypospray and started to reprogram some nanobots to help heal the atrophy.

The woman in front of Winnowill shone and glittered like the sun itself, even in this sterile atmosphere. Her red hair was bound into long dreadlocks, horns curling around her head like a rams.

"I'm Trance. Everything's alright."

[lordwinnowill]

Female. Not as easy to sway, but she'd never have become Lord of Blue Mountain if her wiles only worked on males, if that was the only tool at her disposal. Harder here, no enuui, no years of people used to needing her. But that was what made the game worth playing.

She reached a slender, four-fingered hand towards Trance as she let the others help her onto the bed. No human this one. But what was she? A touch, just a touch of pain, and then healing it would tell. Her arm trembled, and she hated that it did so, hated to be weak, but... the weakness served her, for now.

That her fingers fell just shy, that she couldn't reach the face of the other... that was not acceptable. But this was the game, and she had to follow the rules, for now. It was pointless, really, otherwise. But her hand, which fell short of the face of... Trance... was it? A name suited to the Gliders, perhaps, that hand landed instead on the arm of the girl.

Winnowill closed her hand, as though grasping in desperation, nails pricking ever so slightly, to be followed with a healing and...

Well. By mother moon. This was interesting. She pushed herself into a sitting position, hair pooling around forward and behind so that she was more covered than most were in their normal clothing, despite being without.

Her wide dark eyes closely studied the other woman, her hand still gripping the arm, the arm that her healer's sense told her... Wasn't alive. This woman, whoever she was, whatever she was, wasn't here.

The game had been a pleasurable preference to remaining trapped in by walls, and by that misbegotten flea bitten brat, Venka. Now however, now it promised to be interesting. Perhaps the most amusing game since the one that ended with her bearing a halfbreed son. Well no, she supposed breaking Two-Edge's father while he watched had been more amusing than bearing the boy. Still, the sentiment remained. Here was a mystery, and Winnowill, Lord of Blue Mountain was unused to there being anything she could not easily know.

The trick, of course, was to ensure she was always the one running the game, and not to play someone else's. It should never be her own need in play. Her own need was in the game itself. Still... This girl would make this game interesting indeed.

[heartofasun]

Trance had no idea what species she was. Not that it mattered. All life came from her. Not that she was just going to destroy this woman and remake her in a healed form. That wouldn't do. No, she had to play by the rules, even if they were of her own making. Not that her sisters and brothers would agree. The universe was theirs to do with as they wished? Bored? Create a civil war? Killing a bunch of people over nothing is a fun way to pass the years, right? Her siblings callous disregard for organic life was what drove her to run away in the first place. Just because these beings were smaller than them, more fragile, didn't make them unnecessary or replaceable.

She stuck the end of the hypospray at the womans neck and pressed down, a spray of air injecting the nanos into her body where they'd start to repair tissue.

"I'm going to get you some water. Do you think you can drink? Take small sips."

[lordwinnowill]

She started to answer, but she felt the nanos entering her body and that... was not to be. She closed her eyes, turning her mind inward and using her own flesh to destroy the invaders, then moved them down along her bloodstream into her hand, and out through the palm. She closed that hand around them before they could be seen. "I just need food and drink and rest, no more."

She looked to her, pulling her hand free of the other's arm. "I would show you something, distant sister," she said softly. And there it was, just that hint, just a touch of knowledge, teasing out the questions, the wonderings. What exactly did she know? How did she know it? What would she do that that knowledge. Fear... ah fear was a useful playing piece in any game.

[heartofasun]

Trance opened the nearest medical tricorder--she really had to get Harper to build her something more on Andromeda's level-- and tuned it to Winnowill. Just as she suspected. Dehydration, exhaustion, lack of food......and her nanos were gone. Pretending not to notice, she went over to the replicator to fetch the woman some water, hydrating fruit and meat for protein.

"Do you eat meat?" Trance said distracedly. "What would you like to show me?" She pretended not to understand her jibe. There was something to this woman....But, no, not yet. Not yet. It wasn't time. So she just smiled. "Can it wait until you've eaten something. You really do need to eat."

[lordwinnowill]

"I eat meat," she said with a small nod. "I understand the need for protein and balance," she said softly, watching her. She understood the need, in humans. But eating among the gliders eventually became a thing of habit and comfort, more than a thing of need, after all had they chosen not to eat, she could have healed them back to full strength. But they did not come to her for that. And she starved a different kind of hunger.

Still, she needed to work here, there was still a game to play. "It can wait, distant sister, so long as you wait as well."

[heartofasun]

Trance went over to the replicator, getting the woman a side of chicken, a salad and a large glass of water. "Sip it slowly." She set the food down in front of Winnowill. "I can get more if you need it, but the nanos should help repair the damage." Or would have if they were still in her system.

"Why do you call me that?" Trance asked, pretending to be distracted.

[lordwinnowill]

She took the offered food and drink carefully, balancing the plate on her exposed knee. "Distant sister?" she repeated, also ignoring the parts she did not yet wish to discuss. Nanos. Interesting name for the skinbugs.

"Because you and I are much alike, are we not, distant one?" she asked, allowing a small hint of her usual sly smile, just the smallest hint.

[heartofasun]

Trance glanced back at the other, taking her in, and pretended to think for a moment. Then, she smiled at Winnowill. "No, I don't think so. I doubt that very much."

[lordwinnowill]

A small secret smile. Not a hidden smile, but one that spoke of secrets. One that spoke of knowing the secrets of the one she was speaking to. She plucked a small piece of fruit between two long nimble fingers of her elegant slender four fingered hands.

"We do not have to discuss this now, if you would prefer to keep it hidden," she said, one long nail resting lightly on her lips. "It can wait until you are more comfortable with me, if you wish, my Distant Sister," she said, with that small smile, a light in her eyes.

[heartofasun]

Trance smiled, distant and cold behind her smiling eyes and laughter. "Oh but it is hidden already. Why hide it again? And please, my name is Trance. Are you enjoying the fruit? I could replicate something else for you if you wish."

Trance pretended to load hyposprays, catalog medications and go over charts, while watching Sickbay's newest patient. A patient who was not actually a patient. Why was she here?

[lordwinnowill]

"Because it should be discussed, you do wish to know what I know. I can show you something that might give you the answer, if you have the mind to figure it out. Would you care to see?" she asked, leaning forward. "I do think you would find it rather... informative."

She dropped another piece of fruit neatly into her mouth. It had been longer than most live since she had last had fresh fruit.

[asklepian]

Trance had been on-shift when the newest resident of Sickbay arrived, but she'd been relieved at some point by Julian, who, of course, as part of his duties, was checking in on her.

"Hello, there. I'm Doctor Bashir, I'll be taking over for Trance. If there's anything you need, please do let me know."

He's all smiles, and guileless, and has no idea of anything she might be able to do.

[lordwinnowill]

"A doctor.... like...a healer?" she asked, like one speaking slowly to learn a new language. While this odd spoken tongue was different than the one that the Hong'tay'sho used, she finds it no more difficult. But with males it is easier to show need, because they respond more readily. She let hope blend in her eyes with exhaustion and pain. If he were a healer and a male, there was no way under the two moons he would ignore her as she was now, clothed only in hair, displaying need.

But the game was never about her own need, and the need she showed was never the true need within. Games were meant to be fun.... after all.

[asklepian]

"Yes, exactly," he says, though the implications of the two words aren't quite the same, he thinks. Doctors deal in science, the chemistry of the body. Healer implies something more metaphysical. Either way, it's different means to reach the same end.

He holds up a hand in thought and mild pardon, and continues. "I do apologize, if you're cold I can fetch a robe or a blanket for you." He's not sure why Trance didn't, though it might be a cultural issue she didn't warn him about. He's not precisely bothered by her nakedness, but it's a genuine concern on his part, if she's comfortable or not.

[lordwinnowill]

"I... thank you..." she said, keeping that soft slowness in her voice, cautiously, tentatively choosing each word. And to think after all these eights of eights of eights of years, on before time that can be remembered, after all she has done, that she could still pull off innocent. Of course innocent was nothing compared to the story she planned to weave. And the most fun part about it? How much of it would be truth.

She reached a four fingered hand towards him, allowing her arm to shake, though she could have stopped it. "I... too..." she pulled the hand back, pressed it to her own chest, splaying her fingers, subtly drawing attention to her body without seeming to be doing it intentionally, all slow, all subtle, with that tremble. "Am...a healer. It has just been..." she let herself trail off, let anguish fill her eyes. She made a small sob and looked down, away from him, away from everyone, hand still on her own chest.