Initiating Training Simulation [Event]

[revenancenpcs]

Characters: FILSS, whoever follows up on her post
Content: FILSS opens the large training room for maintenance purposes.
Location: Mother of Invention, large training room (previously unopened)
Time of Day: 1800 hours, the day after this post.
Warnings: Sassy AI?

Despite minor setbacks, FILSS had managed to stay functional long enough to make sure the large training facility would open as planned. It wasn't exactly as though monitoring the timer was taxing on her systems.

She waited as people arrived, greeting them and attempting to prepare them for what exactly she would need in terms of maintenance to the best of her capabilities.

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[raisethemoon]

Unfortunately perhaps for both herself and Carolina, Luna had her priorities; her sister being safe, it was time to check in on her friends. Ziva was already recieving aid, but Washington - the darker alicorn was quickly at his side, for once ignoring Carolina entirely as she looked him over, her eyes glowing a faint blue.

"Oh, stars..." Healing magic was always more her sister's suit. Luna had more than enough strength for it, true, but it tended to be a lot more subtle than her own style of magic. Well, knitting bones was simple enough. "Do hold still." She lowered her horn to his ribs, the worst of the injuries that she was actually willing to treat, and started weaving her magic to knit them back together. Head injuries would be left entirely to the professionals. Or, in this case, the professional sun princess.

[letteropener]

Celestia had taken it for granted that her sister would aid Wash, and for her own part paced over to Ziva, offering a brief smile for the man standing over her. "My magic should suffice. Best to save that potion for a time when I'm not around. If instead, you could aid me by making sure she does not move abruptly, that would help me greatly."

So saying, she lowered her head, and poured power into her horn. Healing light shone out brightly, a warmth that would soothe and reinvigorate any it fell on, though her focus was on mending the damage Ziva had took.

[notquitedracula]

Soma resisted an entirely unwarranted urge to flee from the light gathering around that horn. "I can do that," he said, and placed his hands on her shoulders to keep her pinned to the floor. Though he applied no pressure, he doubted a minotaur could have moved him or his erstwhile charge from that spot without a running start and a fifty pound hammer. [Iron Golem activated.]

As the healing magic washed over Ziva, he felt the power behind it lap at the edges of his own, singeing the darkness inside him at the same time it replenished his reserves. Not completely; it would take more direct attention and a lot longer to do that, but enough to know that he could continue the fight if necessary.

[unrecovered]

Between two potions, Puddles had recovered enough to get his hooves underneath him and was standing, if still somewhat shaky. Wash couldn't quite say the same for himself yet, but he was working on it. He pushed the potion away, back towards Carolina. "I have my own," he told her between breaths that were still too labored for his liking. "Go help someone else. Check the Spirits." Puddles couldn't have been the only one to hit the ground hard enough to need that much help.

"Luna, I'm f-" Despite his half-formed protest, Wash froze when she told him to. The best thing to do when someone was magically fucking around with your insides was probably follow their instructions. He waited until the spell was complete to breathe again - admittedly, his ribs did feel better. "Luna, I'm fine," he tried again. "Help someone who needs it." He looked around, trying to see if there was someone else who could better use her help. There was someone lying down next to Celestia a few yards away-

His stomach plummeted to the floor when he realized just who that was.

He got his feet under him almost automatically and pushed off in a sprint-

Or he would have if his broken leg hadn't buckled under him the second he'd put weight on it, leaving him sprawling on the ground, trying not to yell as the impact rattled through his already severe injuries. Trying to push himself up met with the same amount of success, as his broken arm refused to hold weight either and sent him face first into the floor yet again. He'd have to trust Celestia to help Ziva; there wasn't anything he could do like this.

At least his ribs were okay.

[guerriera]

"You are not fine." Carolina simply pushed the potion back at Wash. "Sit still and drink," she stated firmly, disliking the colour he was turning, never mind that he was making it difficult to assess his injuries beyond 'really freaking bad'. Besides, she'd already uncorked the damned thing. "You can replace it later if needed."

When Luna walked over, there was a sharp tilt of her helmet, and stiffened when the alicorn lowered her horn. "What are you--" she cut herself off, the sharp edge to her voice brought about by wariness stoppered at once. Whatever the dislike between human and alicorn, obviously Luna was doing something to help (whether Carolina liked it or not) and distracting her wouldn't be wise.

Especially since the magic genuinely seemed to be helping. The glances towards Luna became a little less antagonistic, almost...respectful as Carolina remained crouched beside Wash, waiting until the spell was over - which was for the best, really: when he faceplanted the first time, she swore. Of course he'd go for Ziva, but this was rash even for him. "Jesus, Wash," she snapped, "Aggravating your injuries will make you of no use to anyone. Stay still." At least Carolina didn't grab his bad arm, ready though she was for the second attempt - as was Lela, who moved at once to intercept the second fall with her body, allowing the injured freelancer a berry scented cushion for his face.

She squeaked with the impact and dropped her prize, the chip skittering away on the floor. But she didn't move until she heard otherwise - from Melody or her Person. Lela did turn her head to lick at Wash's forehead as reassuringly as possible, though.

[4letters4ninja]

Ziva came to, feeling the pain in her shoulders, back and head as she did so, but noticing that she was pinned to the ground by someone's hands. She didn't open her eyes right away, panic bubbling in her chest because she didn't really know what was going on. Keeping her eyes closed, she tried an upswing of her arm in the general direction of where she thought the person holder her down was, hitting something, but feeling like she was punching a wall.

Opening her eyes, she grimaced when looking at her hand, then at the man holding her down...then to the glowing pony. This....wasn't what she expected at all. Her mind had put her elsewhere. Groaning, she made a waving motion with her hand.

"You can let go. I will not move if I should not move." She was still sore, but she could tell the magic was working. Blinking, she looked around, confused at where she was and what was going on. She'd figure that out later.

[notquitedracula]

Thanks to Iron Golem, Soma didn't budge when she hit him - which may well have worked against him. Ziva's fist connected squarely with his nose, which (being soft and squishy as it was) compressed quite alarmingly against his unmoving head, with at least two audible snaps. No, that wasn't going to be pleasant to reset, not at all.

He tried to smile, but it came off as more of a pained grimace. He -tried- to say "Sorry, had to be sure you wouldn't hurt yourself more by moving while unconscious," but what came out was nigh-unintelligible owing to the bloodflow from his shattered nose. With a sigh (and an internal cringe at what he was sure was going to be quite a lot of pain), he reached up and expertly set the breaks back in place. Thankfully the pain, although excruciating, didn't last long; Celestia's magic saw to that.

[letteropener]

"If we could avoid making more work for me, I'd appreciate it," Celestia said in a tone that held absolutely no reproach, and maybe just the slightest bit of amusement. She at last lifted her head, satisfied with her work. "I advise you to be very careful. I have healed the physical damage, but the mind is a very complicated thing. Your thoughts and memories may be disrupted for a while until it adjusts for what has happened. But do not fear; you should be fine in a few days, if not sooner."

A millennium of practice in being warm, soothing, and reassuring went into that voice. She held her smile on Ziva till she was sure the message had been properly received, then looked up to Soma. "Now, may I address your injury?"

[unrecovered]

The fluff in his face was a nice change from cold hard steel, though Wash could see it was a little too pink to be his particular ball of fluff. "Thanks," he muttered as Lela licked his forehead. That couldn't have felt good, but at least it was better than aggravating the concussion any more than he already had.

Aside from that, he was following orders for once and not getting up - not that he was entirely certain he could anyways. At least he could hear Ziva talking. That was a good sign.

Melody limped over, picking up the little metal square in her mouth on the way. She settled in at her person's side, nudging gently at him. She was hurting, but that didn't mean she wanted him to get even worse, jeez! And she wasn't taking it, Lela - she's holding your prize, like you're holding her person. It's a trade, at least temporarily.

[notquitedracula]

Soma nodded, though he honestly didn't need the aid quite as much as a normal person would. "If fould be fide ib a mibute ebyway," he said, holding his nose to contain the bleeding. "I heal quick."

Of course, he was already exhausted, so every little bit he didn't have to do himself was a blessing.

True to his word, it didn't take long, or even all that much of Celestia's power; the washover from her healing of Ziva would have been plenty to set it right, and more direct attention only accelerated the process.

[letteropener]

Celestia, meanwhile, seemed as energetic and powerful as she did at the beginning. Pony magic was a very deep well to draw from, and a Princess's more so.

She put no questions to him about his healing, merely aided the process. Some of her magic went to very fine telekinesis, realigning everything properly. (Seriously, resetting it manually? Ouch.)

When she finished, she lifted her head at last, then gave it a long shake to clear it.

[raisethemoon]

Luna said something as Wash rose. It sounded very impressive, almost as if it could be a magical spell of great power. In fact, it was just a rather foul curse in a dead tongue.

"Sun and moon, Washington," she added, joining in with Carolina for once. "Thou hast the self-preservation instincts of a phoenix. Celestia taught me all the healing magic I know - Ziva will be well. Let me see to thy arm."

[letteropener]

Oh yes. Now Celestia remembered that one. To chastise her little sister for such language with a little teasing, she said, "Such cruel comparisons you make for my poor pet, sister. What did Philomeena ever do to you?"

[guerriera]

The world has surely turned on its head if Carolina and Luna have something to agree about.

(..Well, the gravity DID get switched off. Did that count?)

The cursing did get a sharp look directed at both of the equine princesses, but since it didn't seem to have some sort of negative effect, Carolina remained in a sportive position. Utterly unaware of Melody and Lela's trade-off. Any 'shiny prize' that wasn't a dream piece hadn't clicked yet.

And no response from FILSS. The redhaired Freelancer was both upset and concerned by that turn of events - but nothing else seemed to be showing up now the room had been emptied. "I don't think we're going to learn anything more now."

Maybe that was enough to deflect further dreaming? (No, probably not.)