002 Jenghe/Regina (1810) C799663–9 [056/1085]

[Tiglath]

Sigrún is (unfortunately?) greatly enthused by the idea of Karcsi's "spirit journey". "Já, we will make a baðstofa! No fire - just turn up the heat on the sauna and keep the steam and heat in. Fortunately I am experienced in very quickly finding interesting drugs in Medical facilities". She fishes in a pouch for her Nurse patch and fixes it on the velcro of her shipsuit "Since I am in charge I hope my assistant is a very well behaved "apoteker"

Zaki fixes Sigrun in a fierce glare - which is mostly ruined by the affection in her eyes and the smile lurking at the corners of her mouth. "I know how to make sedatives, too, Nurse."

An excited Sigrún perks up and beams at Zaki "Ohhhh, and so, when Karcsi is back from the Spirit World we can play Tranq Tag!"

She frowns "Unless he is inhabited by a void demon from Rán's realm of course... that would be... troublesome...".

[joertexas]

An excited Sigrún perks up and beams at Zaki "Ohhhh, and so, when Karcsi is back from the Spirit World we can play Tranq Tag!"
She frowns "Unless he is inhabited by a void demon from Rán's realm of course... that would be... troublesome...".

Zaki rolls her eyes and addresses Karcsi. "I will be glad to help you."

[ateno]

Karcsi smiles at the interchange.

"The fire does not have to be big, just a little smoky, and the air system should be able to handle it. I will pay for a new filter on Regina."

Karcsi

[trawets]

Fire on a ship isn't a good idea. If we have to I'll keep a watch on it with an extinguisher ready. Doug seems nervous about a fire on the ship.

[helvorn]

Fire on a ship isn't a good idea. If we have to I'll keep a watch on it with an extinguisher ready. Doug seems nervous about a fire on the ship.

"Given that everything aboard a starship is aggressively designed to avoid flammability of fire is not only a bad idea but might be hard to sustain. We'll figure it out even if we have to burn our clothing or the cedarwood in the sauna." Donovan goes over and clasps Karsci on the shoulder. "I will chat your ears off if that's what it takes. You can count on me being there with you the whole time. Is there any point at which we should try to pull you out of the trance with stimulants or a bucket of cold water? What are the signs of spirit attack?"

[ateno]

\"I will chat your ears off if that's what it takes. You can count on me being there with you the whole time. Is there any point at which we should try to pull you out of the trance with stimulants or a bucket of cold water? What are the signs of spirit attack?"

"Honestly, I don't know, this is just memories of my tribe and what happened. It was mostly done in secret. I think that you just have to be there to watch and provide occasional chatter so my spirit knows where my body is. There is a fable of a shaman who's body was taken over by a spirit:

Its called 'Watcher and the Hollow Bones'
Long ago, before fire let itself be leashed in the sky-boxes that sail the star rivers, there lived a shaman of the Grey Sky Tribe named Tarl the Hollow. He was called Hollow because he emptied himself for the spirits — fasting on bitter roots, drinking only snowmelt, and then taking the fire-tears of the red dreamleaf to walk the Spirit Path.
As his body slept curled beside the hearth, his spirit strode far: through wind-snarled canyons, across dreamwater, and into the lands where ancestors weep stone tears. Watching over his still form sat Eris, his apprentice — a young watcher sworn to guard the gate of flesh while the spirit walked free.
But on the second sun of the dream, another shaman named Vek, bitter and power-hungry, cast his own soul into the Spirit Path. Finding Tarl’s body unguarded by soul, he whispered venom into it — and stepped in.
Tarl's eyes opened with the wrong hung.
Eris saw the twist. The body moved like Tarl, but the breath was wrong, the scent foul. They had been taught what to do.
From a pouch of soot, hair, and memory tokens, Eris began to shadow weave — not with thread, but with gesture and chant. They whispered Tarl’s true stories into the fiber: the song he hummed when carving bone flutes, the laugh he gave only after fire dances, the prayer he spoke before sleep.
These shadows, cast by memory, were spun into a net of identity — a weave of spirit-shape.
Eris placed the weave across Tarl’s chest. The body flinched. Vek, inside, choked on unfamiliarity. The stolen body began to convulse, to sweat, to weep without reason.
Then the weave moved — not outward, but inward. The flesh remembered who it belonged to. The weave, carrying Tarl’s self, was hurled like a beacon into the spirit world.
Far away, Tarl saw the net spiraling through the void, glittering with truth. He reached for it — and remembered.
With a howl that split sky and bone, Tarl returned to himself. The false soul of Vek was torn away, caught in the net and flung screaming into shadow.
Tarl awoke. Fire once more gave heat.


Pause.

"So what do you think from that, you can tell my stories, I can make a bag of items from the fable?"

Karcsi

P.S. Story and ideas by me, filling in the edges and story flow by AI

[Tiglath]

Sigrún says confidently "While Donovan prepares to guard your body lest some draugr slip into it while you travel Zaki and I will ready your dream potion".

An excited Sigrún perks up and beams at Zaki "Ohhhh, and so, when Karcsi is back from the Spirit World we can play Tranq Tag!"
She frowns "Unless he is inhabited by a void demon from Rán's realm of course... that would be... troublesome...".

Zaki rolls her eyes and addresses Karcsi. "I will be glad to help you."

She gives Zaki a triumphal grin as the set off towards the Med Bay declaring "Allt er gott" then adds with a sly chuckle "Annnd you have to do what I say as I am Apoteker in Chief! Now, it's half a hibernation drug and two of "the little shiny red ones" please, Assistant Apoteker - I don't know what they are called. Then you always have to break into the locked cupboard to find the white liquid drops and the pain killer. Then we add just a taste of Stim... but it's not wasted because you can save the rest for when you wake up! Oh and mead to mix it up in... Óðins skegg - we need a drinking horn! Wait, you have those little paper "horns"... I will mark the proper rune on it... Framt!"

(OOC: Oh, this is proper scienceing alchemy!
Trans service:
That’s good.
By Odin’s beard!
Smooth / Groovy).

[joertexas]

She gives Zaki a triumphal grin as the set off towards the Med Bay declaring "Allt er gott" then adds with a sly chuckle "Annnd you have to do what I say as I am Apoteker in Chief! Now, it's half a hibernation drug and two of "the little shiny red ones" please, Assistant Apoteker - I don't know what they are called. Then you always have to break into the locked cupboard to find the white liquid drops and the pain killer. Then we add just a taste of Stim... but it's not wasted because you can save the rest for when you wake up! Oh and mead to mix it up in... Óðins skegg - we need a drinking horn! Wait, you have those little paper "horns"... I will mark the proper rune on it... Framt!"

Zaki goes along with her - and she checks exactly what the mad nurse intends to dispense.

[ateno]

Karcsi goes on with the ritual, he prepares a bag and only eats plant like matter for today.

The next day is only water them after morning of the third day he will start a small fire and take the hallucination mixture and lays next to the fire with his watcher.

Karcsi

[helvorn]

Karcsi goes on with the ritual, he prepares a bag and only eats plant like matter for today.

The next day is only water them after morning of the third day he will start a small fire and take the hallucination mixture and lays next to the fire with his watcher.

Karcsi

Donovan listeners to Karcsi's story and nods in approval. "That is exactly what I was looking for Karcsi. I will be by your side as companion and guardian." He is very attentive as the ritual proceeds. Donovan will tell stories he heard at home of a monster named Grendel and the hero Beowulf who slays the monster and Grendel's equally horrific mother. There is more to the tale and Donovan talks as well about his experiences traveling between the stars. He spoke of ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion and the glory of the ejecta C beams from the poles of the Tannhauser Gate black hole.

[Tiglath]

Karcsi goes on with the ritual, he prepares a bag and only eats plant like matter for today.

The next day is only water them after morning of the third day he will start a small fire and take the hallucination mixture and lays next to the fire with his watcher.

Donovan listeners to Karcsi's story and nods in approval. "That is exactly what I was looking for Karcsi. I will be by your side as companion and guardian." He is very attentive as the ritual proceeds. Donovan will tell stories he heard at home of a monster named Grendel and the hero Beowulf who slays the monster and Grendel's equally horrific mother. There is more to the tale and Donovan talks as well about his experiences traveling between the stars. He spoke of ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion and the glory of the ejecta C beams from the poles of the Tannhauser Gate black hole.

Sigrún listens to the stories with an almost childlike reverence - the whole ritual of storytelling seemingly rooted deep in her Swordy psyche. As Donovan concludes she says bleakly "All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain" then upbeat she adds "That is why we must bring ourselves to the interest of the gods - for they will remember".

(OOC: Oh, and what a speech! )

She gives Zaki a triumphal grin as the set off towards the Med Bay declaring "Allt er gott" then adds with a sly chuckle "Annnd you have to do what I say as I am Apoteker in Chief! Now, it's half a hibernation drug and two of "the little shiny red ones" please, Assistant Apoteker - I don't know what they are called. Then you always have to break into the locked cupboard to find the white liquid drops and the pain killer. Then we add just a taste of Stim... but it's not wasted because you can save the rest for when you wake up! Oh and mead to mix it up in... Óðins skegg - we need a drinking horn! Wait, you have those little paper "horns"... I will mark the proper rune on it... Framt!"

Zaki goes along with her - and she checks exactly what the mad nurse intends to dispense.

To Zaki's professional horror Sigrún seems to be dispensing by limited knowledge but mostly instinct and where that and knowledge fails - colour!

She manages to produce a hallucinogenic cocktail laced with tranquilizers and hibernation drug (equivalent to "chemical low berth"). Her one diversion from her "mental recipe" (although Zaki believes there are strong elements of "Pick 'n Mix"!) is to discard the dissociative anesthetic she deliberately sought out muttering to herself "No... this is for after the "wolf time" - not spirit travel. He needs to bring his memories back with him".

[joertexas]

To Zaki's professional horror Sigrún seems to be dispensing by limited knowledge but mostly instinct and where that and knowledge fails - colour!

She manages to produce a hallucinogenic cocktail laced with tranquilizers and hibernation drug (equivalent to "chemical low berth"). Her one diversion from her "mental recipe" (although Zaki believes there are strong elements of "Pick 'n Mix"!) is to discard the dissociative anesthetic she deliberately sought out muttering to herself "No... this is for after the "wolf time" - not spirit travel. He needs to bring his memories back with him".

Zaki accesses the medical database through her HUD and runs an analysis of the madwoman's concoction. (Presuming the result isn't debilitating or outright fatal...) "You are both certifiably insane, you know. I will be close by with the counter to all of this."

[helvorn]

Donovan listeners to Karcsi's story and nods in approval. "That is exactly what I was looking for Karcsi. I will be by your side as companion and guardian." He is very attentive as the ritual proceeds. Donovan will tell stories he heard at home of a monster named Grendel and the hero Beowulf who slays the monster and Grendel's equally horrific mother. There is more to the tale and Donovan talks as well about his experiences traveling between the stars. He spoke of ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion and the glory of the ejecta C beams from the poles of the Tannhauser Gate black hole.

Sigrún listens to the stories with an almost childlike reverence - the whole ritual of storytelling seemingly rooted deep in her Swordy psyche. As Donovan concludes she says bleakly "All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain" then upbeat she adds "That is why we must bring ourselves to the interest of the gods - for they will remember".

(OOC: Oh, and what a speech! ;) :) 8-) )

Donovan sighed and looked at Sigrun. "But the Skalds remember as well. But most important we pass down our tales from father to son and mother to daughter. The family is more reliable and less fickle than the gods. They would be the first to agree with me."

[Tiglath]

Donovan sighed and looked at Sigrun. "But the Skalds remember as well. But most important we pass down our tales from father to son and mother to daughter. The family is more reliable and less fickle than the gods. They would be the first to agree with me."

Sigrún does not disagree but replies "True but it is the curse of men that they forget when there is so much to remember and a Skald will sing the name of whoever's prize money weighs heaviest in his purse. The only way to be sure of memory is to enter the All Father's feast hall and there to recount your own tales every night!"