(closed) a northern star

[scholiast]

who: luce & ye
what: catch-all
when: late may/early june
where: every which way
warnings: n/a will update if necessary!

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for dothelokimotion (feat spellslots) ♡

[scholiast]

(A week after recovering from a cold which had stripped her of all her powers and then knocked her clean out for a couple days, Lucretia sends a message to Loki. She's keen to flex her magic after losing it so pathetically, check everything is still up to standard, and who better to practice on than a god? She doesn't have to worry about hurting him and she can test the limits of her shields, think on ways to improve them. It's a win-win situation for her.

For Loki, he gets the uh... satisfaction, perhaps, of making her most powerful spells look minuscule in comparison? A chance to test his abilities? Or maybe just an opportunity to show off in front of Taako, who, for some reason, is also here.)

I didn't know we were allowed one audience member each.

(They're out by the abandoned city today, because Lucretia figured they'd have more space out here. Accounting for misfires, and all that.)

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki is resplendent in his armor. Trimmed in green and gold, even wearing his trademark horns. He holds no weapon but that's never a sign of him lacking one. He dusts his shoulders briefly with a smile. ]

We are a package deal.

[spellslots]

[Taako, meanwhile, is rocking a very chill spring look, up to and including the banana lounge that he's setting himself up on, a frozen margarita in hand. He's on island time, baby.]

I'm the referee, obviously, someone's gotta make sure you assholes don't cheat.

[scholiast]

I should be saying that, (she mutters defensively, feeling distinctly out of place in her sensible short sleeved button up and slacks.)

You know, (she adds, raising her voice,) this isn't a thing, it's just for fun. There's no need to dress up, or to cheat.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki blinks, surprised and a little stung. Some do battle, others do tricks. Instead he adjusts his vambrace to disguise his reaction. ]

Magic should not be treated lightly.

[spellslots]

[Taako, sipping his drink:] Remember when you teleported without me just cause you thought it'd be funny to leave me stuck in the forest?

[If that's not treating magic lightly what is, tbh.]

[scholiast]

(Lucretia, glancing at her hands:) Remember when you used magic to make my nail polish swirl in different colours?

(what is the truth?)

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki groused, a pout forming. ]

That was different.

[spellslots]

[He knows he turned up to cheer on Loki but that doesn't mean he can't team up with Lucretia for some mild dunking first.]

What, just cause you decided it was?

[Loki is obviously the boss of magic.]

for umbrastaff ♡

[scholiast]

(In light of Lucretia having finally woke up, Lup has decided to come and visit. Lucretia's feeling positive about it; she needs something to distract from the thought of Beverly lying unconscious in a bed at the hospital. She's been told to wait for her recovery at the apartment. The hospitals are fuller than usual because of the nanobot virus and running low on resources, so she'd only be getting in the way by trying to stick close to Beverly's side.

Even so, she's not exactly happy when her company comes calling. At least Lup has never seen the apartment before- or the cats- so there will be plenty to show her. Lucretia opens the door still feeling a little frazzled. It's only been a day after she's woken back up and she hasn't been to bed since. She feels both full of energy and overtired; a strange combination.)

Lup. (She's so happy to see her! Lup had been unconscious too, of course. Knowing that she pulled through fine is keeping Lucretia calm about Beverly. She can't help touching her shoulder, the side of her head lightly with her hands, as if checking her over.)

Come in– are you okay?

[umbrastaff]

[ Lup looks like she's been comatose, really. There's no easy way around it - she looks like her eye bags have eye bags, and she's still a little too weak for her own taste. That doesn't mean for a second that she's not gung-ho at once to see Lucretia, and the bright smile she gives her friend overrides her hot mess look. ]

Luce!

[ That sweet touch and concerned lookover she gets just makes her want to hug Lucretia even more, and she slings her arms over the other woman and squeezes her close. ]

I'm fiiine, how's you? Holding up?

[scholiast]

(Lucretia can't imagine she looks any different but that doesn't stop her from returning the hug with similar gusto. It's easy to relax into Lup's familiar embrace. She feels better already when she leans back, but the attempt to mirror Lup's enthusiastic smile falls pretty flat.)

Holding up, (she echoes, and sighs. Mostly she just looks exhausted.) Beverly's still in the hospital.

[umbrastaff]

[ Lup moves back a bit to look Lucretia over, and her brow furrows when she hears that Beverly is still that bad. ]

Shit, babe. I'm sorry.

[ She really is. This sick thing was a such bullshit, and they had too much of that already. ]

Is she getting better?

[scholiast]

Um, (Lucretia says, and pauses, because her voice has gone kind of funny and tight. She clears her throat.)

I don't know. I was asked to leave the hospital; there's too much of a drain on resources to accommodate all the visitors. They said they'll let me know if anything changes.

[umbrastaff]

Oh, Lucretia...

[ It wasn't often that Lup used her full name, and she gently touches her friend's cheek. ]

She's gonna be okay. Nobody's died, and this place has so many magic doctors. It will be okay.

[ It really sucks that she couldn't be there with Beverly, though. It didn't seem fair, but there were a lot of sick people. ]

You shouldn't be alone.

[scholiast]

(She nods, closing her eyes for a moment as she forces herself to take a breath. Lup is right. Worrying pointlessly isn't going to do anything for either of them; she's going to be fine. She's Beverly, she's... tenacious.)

Okay. (She steps back, gesturing for Lup to follow her inside.)

I suppose I should show you around, then. You're my first visitor since I moved in here.

[umbrastaff]

[ Lup follows, curiously glancing around. Shitty circumstances aside, it was interesting to see how their place looked. Being the first visitor was pretty badass, too.

Next time Beverly better be there, too.]

Have you spilled any paint yet? That's usually how you break in most places.

for dancingmd ♡

[scholiast]

(Lucretia falls asleep in Beverly's arms on the way to the medical tent outside of the caves, but she wakes up at home. When she opens her eyes, it's to familiar blur of green and white. For a long moment she simply lays there on her side, blinking heavily. There's a gently pulsing light dancing at the corner of her vision and when she turns, rolling with a wince onto her back, the baby voidfish comes into view above her. She's in her bed and Beverly is... not beside her. The sun is harsh behind the drawn curtains; what time is it? How did she get back here?

Junior floats down and nestles itself wetly between her shoulder and her neck.)

Hi, (she says, and rubs two of her knuckles gently across its bell.

Sitting up is next, which takes a bit of effort. She's achy, but in a sore muscle kind of way rather than from any pain. Most noticeably, her collarbone doesn't hurt any more. Lucretia inspects it gingerly, skimming her fingers across the skin. Somebody must have healed her, and helped to get her back home. Beverly is probably at work... there must be a lot of people back in the hospital again. Lucretia knuckles her eyes, runs a hand brusquely through her hair, and stretches her arms out in front of her with a yawn. She'll wake up a little more and then...

Hmm. She actually has no idea what happened to her phone in the end, not after the kidnapping. The cultists probably had it, but Lucretia has no idea if anybody has compiled a lost property. She may have to wait for Beverly to get home this evening instead.)

[dancingmd]

(With the help of a gifted hedge witch on the hospital staff, fixing the collarbone was relatively easy and they'd put Lucretia on IV fluids to take care of her dehydration and malnutrition. But there's little either magic or science can do for pure exhaustion. Best thing to be done was simply to let her sleep. It'd taken some convincing to get the hospital to agree to release her here, to wake up at home when she was ready, but the flood of victims of the cult coming into the hospital helped make Beverly's case for her: there's simply not enough beds. Besides, most people don't have a live-in doctor to lovingly watch over them at home. Save for a few trips to the makeshift med tents at the caverns themselves, Beverly spends most of her time right here, by Lucretia's side.

However, it's been a long couple of days and a shower proves necessary. Not too long after Lucretia wakes up, Beverly comes out of the bathroom, all wrapped up in a big fluffy white towel, her wet hair sending little rivulets down her shoulders. Her face absolutely lights up, all the creases and frowns of worry smoothed out by the sight of Lucretia awake. In a flash, she's kneeling by Lucretia and taking hold of her hands.)

You're awake! How are you feeling?

[scholiast]

(She's just thinking about lying back down and nodding off for a little bit longer when the bathroom door opens and Beverly steps out wrapped up in a towel; Lucretia brightens similarly in response, expression softening at the sight of her. From her shoulder, Junior sings a round of clear, high notes that always herald Beverly's presence.)

Good, (she says, and clears her throat, taking one of her hands carefully back to give her eye a rub. Still a bit tired, but that's probably to be expected!)

How long was I asleep? (She'd seen that momentary crease of concern between Beverly's brow before she'd noticed Lucretia was awake. Lucretia presses her thumb gently to that spot now, smoothing it across Beverly's forehead.) How are you?

[dancingmd]

(Beverly reaches up to give Junior a pat on its bell in answer to its musical greeting, a comforting and homey sound to her now, strange as it had been to adjust to at first.)

A couple of days. Not surprising, given what you went through.

(Her instinct is to hide her own worries, to save Lucretia from any extra burdens, but of course, Lucretia sees right through that, doesn't she? There's no use pretending.)

You had me scared there for a little while.

[scholiast]

(Lucretia seems to chew that over for a while, frowning. A couple of days. No wonder Beverly had been concerned. Her thumb trails away from her forehead, replaced by the heel of her palm at Beverly's jaw instead, gently cupping her cheek.

She does see right through it, and she meets her partner's gaze with concern of her own, now.)

I'm sorry that I scared you. I'm okay.

[dancingmd]

(Beverly leans into her hand, grateful for the reassurance. After Jack, after Odan, it had been all too easy to let her mind wander to dark places while Lucretia was recuperating, even when she knew, medically speaking, that Lucretia was going to come out of this just fine.)

You must have been scared too.

[scholiast]

A bit, (she admits.

Lucretia hadn't thought that she was going to come to serious harm, but... everything is much different, now that she has an older body. It had been much easier to weather various hurts when she had a body stuck in its mid-twenties. She can't remember ever having felt that exhausted before... the bone-deep weariness, the inability to cast even a cantrip. That bit had been scary.

She smooths her thumb across Beverly's cheek.) But I knew I'd be okay once I found you.

[dancingmd]

(At that, her whole being floods with warmth. She is loved and loving, and as long as they have each other they'll be just fine. She leans up to give Lucretia a gentle kiss.)

I hope you know how much I love you.