![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
f o u r. ( VIDEO ) . look again and you'll be startled
[ It's not that Kate hates video or voice, but generally - for posting - she prefers text. It's easier to sound together when you have time to think of your content.
However, text doesn't really work for what she's about to do here. She's sat in a spire apartment that a few eagle-eyed people may recognise as her own, twirling a pen between her fingers.
The words that come out of her mouth begin awkward and stilted. Although this should be easy, should just be as simple as advertising a new item for the clinic - that's what it was, on the surface, anyway - this is the first public post she's made since the entire mess with the fog, and she's not sure what kind of reaction to expect at all. ]
So.
[ She clears her throat, gets rid of some of the jerkiness in her tone and fiddles with something that's just off camera. This needs to be announced, now that she and Carlisle have finished it. He isn't here with her right now, but she's asked him to keep an eye out for any questions that might arise about how his powers work. ] We've been working on something.
[ She holds up the pen between her thumb and forefinger. ] This is a healing cell - it stores healing power. It can heal your injuries when activated. [ The explanation comes relatively easily, like she's reciting an answer to Dagny. But there's still the distinct, nagging thought that if she doesn't demonstrate it - and, hell, maybe even if she does - that there'll be a million questions from people who know how she was involved last month all asking 'how do we know we can trust you? or this thing?' ] Like this:
[ She drops the pen into her lap and takes out a small knife, and - with a sharp intake of breath - drags it across her palm until it bleeds. Then she picks the pen back up, clicks the bottom and presses it along the cut.
After a moment - and a wince, as Carlisle's healing power burns out of the pen - the injury has disappeared entirely. She clicks the pen once more and withdraws it from where the injury was, almost immediately wiping her bloody hand on her jeans and swallowing. ]
It won't perform surgery but it can heal most basic injuries. Wouldn't recommend it for more than a minor fracture. [ The original prototypes made back home had a tendency to overheat dramatically if used for something more serious, and she expects it to be the same here. ] At most, you'll get thirty uses out of it before it's empty. Needs to be recharged every month, as well. [ Yeah, there's a good amount of drawbacks, but it beats having to panic about first aid supplies? Sort of?
She picks up a handful of other trinkets - a stone here, a ring there - and holds them up. ] We've got ten so far - making more. If you want one, stop by the clinic. Located opposite the Colosseum.
[ And that, Hadriel, is as close as Kate is gonna get to publicly saying sorry for breaking the murdercave. ]
However, text doesn't really work for what she's about to do here. She's sat in a spire apartment that a few eagle-eyed people may recognise as her own, twirling a pen between her fingers.
The words that come out of her mouth begin awkward and stilted. Although this should be easy, should just be as simple as advertising a new item for the clinic - that's what it was, on the surface, anyway - this is the first public post she's made since the entire mess with the fog, and she's not sure what kind of reaction to expect at all. ]
So.
[ She clears her throat, gets rid of some of the jerkiness in her tone and fiddles with something that's just off camera. This needs to be announced, now that she and Carlisle have finished it. He isn't here with her right now, but she's asked him to keep an eye out for any questions that might arise about how his powers work. ] We've been working on something.
[ She holds up the pen between her thumb and forefinger. ] This is a healing cell - it stores healing power. It can heal your injuries when activated. [ The explanation comes relatively easily, like she's reciting an answer to Dagny. But there's still the distinct, nagging thought that if she doesn't demonstrate it - and, hell, maybe even if she does - that there'll be a million questions from people who know how she was involved last month all asking 'how do we know we can trust you? or this thing?' ] Like this:
[ She drops the pen into her lap and takes out a small knife, and - with a sharp intake of breath - drags it across her palm until it bleeds. Then she picks the pen back up, clicks the bottom and presses it along the cut.
After a moment - and a wince, as Carlisle's healing power burns out of the pen - the injury has disappeared entirely. She clicks the pen once more and withdraws it from where the injury was, almost immediately wiping her bloody hand on her jeans and swallowing. ]
It won't perform surgery but it can heal most basic injuries. Wouldn't recommend it for more than a minor fracture. [ The original prototypes made back home had a tendency to overheat dramatically if used for something more serious, and she expects it to be the same here. ] At most, you'll get thirty uses out of it before it's empty. Needs to be recharged every month, as well. [ Yeah, there's a good amount of drawbacks, but it beats having to panic about first aid supplies? Sort of?
She picks up a handful of other trinkets - a stone here, a ring there - and holds them up. ] We've got ten so far - making more. If you want one, stop by the clinic. Located opposite the Colosseum.
[ And that, Hadriel, is as close as Kate is gonna get to publicly saying sorry for breaking the murdercave. ]
no subject
[He decides.]
Since it's running pretty smoothly here, actually.
no subject
oh right when she physically exhausted herself NEVER MIND.]no subject
[That's what he's imagining.]
I think I have an idea to get started with.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
[Agreeing.]
I'll start scavenging spray paint and permanent marker.
no subject
no subject
It's going back and remembering the 'so far' that'll be tricky.
no subject
no subject
[He thinks. He wouldn't necessarily know who, but he's sure he sees familiar faces now and again.]
no subject
kate exhales, rather than reply, and shifts the supplies in her arms as she walks. ] How long's it been?
no subject
no subject
no subject
[Trying to place her arrival in his head.]
-have heard about?
no subject
no subject
I blew through the entire clinic's supply of bandages on blisters and torn fingernails.
[He gets matter of fact when he's horrified- dreamy, really, which is just an effect of the fact that the memory still leaves him light-headed.]
no subject
she glances away, watches the buildings as she walks by them, trying not to imagine this place feeling even more like a coffin than it already does. ] Been stuck in cave ins. Never a coffin. [ stuck people in spaces small enough that they may as well have been, left them without any idea of time or place.
what was it about this hellhole that seemed to want to mimic the worst years of her life? ]
no subject
[He's just going to reflexively reach for and polish his glasses. Breathes deep, in and out through his nose.]
Give me some good news before my temper starts to give me trouble.
no subject
she might get laid in the near future that's good news right?kate is not, usually, the first person on call when good news is required. which is pretty obvious by the pregnant pause in her reply, the kind that's all tensed shoulders and grey cells whirring to try and pull something out of her head.eventually, she settles on the completely lame and totally flat: ] Sorrow isn't poisoning us. [ it comes out clearer than her usual words, but somehow sounds even less enthused. ]
no subject
don't do it in the clinic kate otherwise bruce is happy for you.]He definitely isn't. It's one bit of good news. And, I got Arya in on the jamming and canning project with a couple of other nice young women-
[Which, he adores her and tries actively to foster pro-social non-murdery connections there.]
(no subject)
(no subject)