Sime~Gen Roleplaying on IRC: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #1: First Day (8/29/97)
Wise Snake: [studies Briael curiously]
Briael: I'm a channel.
Briael: Zlin me.
Briael: Veraik. Well, hello.
Veraik: Hello.
Wise Snake: [bows sarcastically]
Briael: How rude.
Veraik: [guards field]
Wise Snake: [smiles] "Are you sure you two should be wandering around in this neighborhood unescorted?"
Briael: I don't have to worry.
Veraik: [field shows of arrogance] I'm a First Order Channel. I can handle myself.
Briael: Sounds like we can handle ourselves... maybe it's you who should be worried?
Wise Snake: [smiles a snakey smile] "Are you planning on giving me some reason to worry?"
Briael: Not at all. You are the one who was worried about the neighborhood, not me.
Wise Snake: Only because it's so rare to see the... er... "beautiful people" down here so far from the Sime Center."
Briael: As this is the first time in this room, I brought some decorations.
Veraik: [zlins Snake] Right.
Briael: Tapestries, several, for the walls in here. After all, this place is rather drab.
Wise Snake is a short, scrawny, rather sleazy little low-order channel with busy little hands.
Wise Snake zlins somewhat of hopeful slyness.
Briael: Uh-huh, with every type of game imaginable going on, I'm sure.
Veraik is an arrogant, First Order Channel who thinks that he can do no wrong.
Wise Snake zlins Veraik's pocketbook.
Veraik senses the attention and gives Snake a warning look.
Wise Snake innocently turns from Veraik and addresses Briael: "You said you brought tapestries?"
Briael: Soothing colors.
Veraik: I like the colors you have chosen, Briael.
Briael: Actually, this downtown donor Center is certainly understaffed if you are any indication of what we have here, Wise Snake.
Briael: Although why I pulled this duty, I'll never understand.
Wise Snake: [surprised] "You think this is a Sime Center? Well that explains a few things."
Briael: What... did I take a wrong turn?
Briael: [looking doubtfully at Wise Snake]
Wise Snake: [shrugs] This used to be Sweet William's Pub, before it was abandoned.
Veraik snorts. "And now it is a Sime Center."
Wise Snake: [laughs] Well, those of us who grew up around here still think of it as Sweet Willie's.
Veraik: Fine... but before we can start to take donations, we have to clean it up and get more furniture.
Wise Snake: [fingers one of the tapestries to see if it's valuable]
Briael: I agree. [hauling in couch from outside]
Veraik wipes dust off a surface.
Briael: [warning look at Snake] why don't you help with some of the furniture?
Wise Snake: [looks genuinely astonished] "Me? Do physical labor?"
Briael: [shaking head] You handle it, Veraik.
Veraik:Yes you, Snake. Go get a broom. We have a lot to do before this place is ready.
Wise Snake: "Excuse me, do I work for you?"
Briael: Is this what we have to work with? [looking at Veraik helplessly]
Wise Snake: [lounges on one of the couches]
Briael: [grabs end of couch and dumps Wise Snake]
Veraik: Snake. If you do not get off that couch and help, I will have your transfer delayed.
Veraik: Veraik grins at Briael.
Wise Snake: [manages to land right side up, like a cat... glares at Briael]
Briael: [shrugs] If you're not going to help, don't get in the way.
Wise Snake: "Since when do you control my transfers, you pompous..." [end of sentence mumbled]
Veraik: Briael. Can you round up some of the Gens to help with the cleaning? I'm already tired of zlinning the dirty. Snake and I can handle the furniture. Can't we Snake?
Briael: With pleasure.
Briael: But, um, just which Gens since I've never been to this area before?
Wise Snake eyes Veraik.
Veraik: I understand that we have a crew coming here. Please be the foreman.
Briael: To be honest, we could probably get the work done in half the time without them.
Briael: But if that's what you want....
Wise Snake picks up a very small chair and makes a big deal about carrying it in.
Veraik: True, but this community requires jobs and we can provide them in this way.
Briael: Oh brother... maybe I was wrong.
Wise Snake: "Gosh I hope you guys realize, the black market has all the selyn in this part of town tied up tight."
Briael: Will get help immediately. [looking out door at curious onlookers]
Veraik:Snake. You can do better than that. We have to get the transfer couches in the rooms and at least one transfer room furnished before the end of the day.
Briael directs Gens in the cleaning of the floors... light tasks.
Briael: We've heard it before Snake. I doubt the black market will stop us.
Veraik: [Veraik sends a nageric signal of gratitude]
Wise Snake: [smiles snakily] "Anything you say."
Wise Snake makes a big show of studying a transfer lounge from all angles, as if to maybe lift it.
Briael zlins Snake closer wondering if this one might be involved in the black market.
Briael nods--most likely.
Wise Snake senses Briael's scrutiny and assumes a patently false innocence.
Briael thinks, yeah, sure--innocent as a newborn babe.
Veraik: The Tecton expects that this Sime Center to be up and running within 48 hours.
Briael turns to finish with the Gens while Veraik takes care of Snake.
Veraik: And frankly, this community looks like it could use the money they will earn by donating.
Wise Snake starts to pick up transfer lounge several times, but keeps readjusting grip.
Briael: Is this where I mention that I happen to be a disjunct channel?
Wise Snake: "Oh sure. Your charity money will really be appreciated by these pathetic little wretches."
Veraik sighs at the news from Briael and Snake.
Briael: Just why are you helping, then?
Wise Snake: "Normally I wouldn't, but I was so... so impressed by your fortitude and commitment...."
Briael: [narrows eyes]
Veraik zlins Briael for the disjunction pattern but decides that most disjunct channels work twice as hard to prove themselves so she will probably be a really good asset to the Center.
Briael: I've been disjunct several months now. [proudly]
Wise Snake: "You know, I've never actually tried one of these..." [lounges on the transfer couch]
Briael: That can be arranged, Snake.
Wise Snake:[jumps off in a hurry]
Veraik: [Veraik sends a soothing field to Briael]
Briael: [smiles thanks at Veraik] Ungrateful wretch. [shoots look at Snake]
Wise Snake: [looks profoundly confused] "Ungrateful? What do I have to be grateful for?"
Veraik: Snake. You will learn to use the transfer couch and to become a trustworthy Channel or the Tecton will send you to the Retreat.
Veraik: This, I understand, is your last chance to prove yourself.
Wise Snake: [stares at Veraik]
Briael: Like Snake even has a chance.
Wise Snake: [wilts]
Briael: I say just get rid of Snake now.
Wise Snake: [turns back and starts to slouch dejectedly down the street]
Veraik: Briael, we all have a chance if only we desire to take it.
Briael: [looking distrustfully at Snake... but submitting to the channel in charge]
Veraik: [Veraik grabs Snake]
Wise Snake: "Eek!"
Wise Snake squirms.
Briael zlins Veraik's motives.
Veraik stares into Snake's eyes and adjusts field to a more soothing, caring one.
Wise Snake: "Arrrghh! Must... resist...."
Briael: See, she wants nothing to do with us... I bet she's in with the black market.
Veraik: Snake, you have to exercise your systems or you get sick. Even you have admitted that. That is why you are here, isn't it?
Wise Snake: "No! Well, I did go to that channel's help shelter... but that was only for one night!"
Briael: [nodding smugly]
Wise Snake: [sighs]
Briael: [motions nervous Gens outside]
Veraik: Briael, you are not helping. Snake has to decide and we must support her.
Wise Snake: [smirks] like Briael is so good at supporting people.
Briael: [forces smugness from her nager]
Wise Snake: [makes mocking nager at Briael]
Veraik: [As Gens arrive] Greetings. Thank you for helping us. [smiles]
Wise Snake: [leers at the Gens]
Veraik:Veraik sighs and rubs forehead with handling tentacles. [Gens startle]
Briael: If we want their help... [makes it obvious that we're going to have problems if we don't stop startling them]
Veraik steps in front of Snake then addresses the Gens. "Briael will explain what you can do to help us and many thanks. See me at the end of the shift for your paychecks."
Briael sets about assigning tasks.
Briael: [mopping floor and dusting room -- cough]
Veraik: The rest of the staff should arrive tomorrow and the day after. In the meantime,
Briael: That way, we can get an office set up... a crew will go down and clean out one of the, um, back rooms for a transfer room.
Wise Snake: You know, you'd probably get more customers if you reopened it as Sweet Willie's again.
Veraik: And just what would you do about your intil problem there?
Wise Snake: Most of those back rooms have beds in them, might as well use those instead of hauling around all those transfer lounges.
Wise Snake smirks.
Briael points an exasperated hand at Snake raises an eyebrow at Veraik.
Veraik: Briael, let the Gens do the cleaning. Time to get more of the furniture.
Briael: Com'on Snake.
Briael: You can get the filing cabinets.
Wise Snake: "I can? Wow, what an opportunity."
Briael: Solid wood, intricately carved... so be careful with them.
Veraik: And Snake, you had best decide about staying or leaving because I'm losing patience and the Tecton has directed me to tell you that this is your last chance. But you must decide.
Briael: I don't think we have much hope with her. [whispered toward Veraik]
Briael looks discouraged. "This is my first real assignment and she's going to end up getting us in trouble with the people uptown."
Wise Snake: "Oh, scaaaaaaary." [goes and starts hugging filing cabinets, as if to maybe lift one]
Veraik: We will have a Sime Center up and running. Besides, the quicker it is ready, the better. I already feel a touch of entran and frankly I'm getting....
Briael: [moves couch to where they just finished mopping]
Briael: Probably because I'm disjunct I got this lousy assignment out in the middle of nowhere.
Briael: They expect me to fail.
Veraik: Let's go get the receptionist desk from the truck.
Wise Snake manages to collide with them coming in the door with a filing cabinet.
Briael follows Veraik out.
Veraik: Briael. You will not fail. I can zlin how strong you are. You will do just fine.
Briael: ~~shock!~~
Briael: Snake!
Veraik: [shrieks]
Wise Snake: "Look what you made me do!" [points at big gouge on carved cabinet front]
Veraik: Snake. You give that Gen his wallet back!
Wise Snake: [nonplussed look] "What wall --" [sees look in Veraik's eyes, wilts] "Oh all right."
Briael: Oh no! [looks at cabinet] At this rate, the furniture will be ruined before we can open.
Wise Snake: [returns wallet to mystified Gen, who feels his back pocket in dawning concern]
Briael shakes her head at Snake's actions.
Wise Snake: "This job had better pay well. I'm losing money right and left."
Briael: The cabinet goes against the far wall [sneers] if you think you can get it over there without any more damage.
Veraik: And be careful. The next time, I will have the damage taken out in deferment.
Briael: Lowlife [mutters under breath] No respect....
Wise Snake: "Oh, scary. Of course there's no way I could get transfer anywhere else but the Tecton."
Wise Snake: [hoists the cabinet and staggers into the office]
Briael: What did she mean by that?
Briael: [zlinning Snake again]
Veraik: I know what you are thinking but if you do that... it will be your tentacles.
Wise Snake: "You bet it will be my tentacles!" [tentacles tingle just at the thought of it]
Veraik: Snake! Not in front of the Gens
Briael: [wipes palms nervously against pants]
Wise Snake places the cabinet against the wall and skips rather merrily out the door in search of another.
Briael wilts in relief. "She's gonna be trouble."
Veraik: I know, but I've been told that she is a good channel. That is, when she wants to be.
Briael follows Veraik out to get the desk.
Briael: I'd like to see you convince those Gens of that... if their looks are any indication.
Wise Snake picks up a really big filing cabinet and stumbles towards the building on a wildly erratic course with filing drawers sliding in and out.
Briael backs out of the way.
Briael: Or me. She's going to push me right over the edge.
Briael: Crazy dangerous stunts with so many Gens nearby.... [muttered]
Wise Snake lines up more or less with the door and then charges forward at top speed.
Wise Snake: Uh-oh.
Briael: What?! [zlins]
Wise Snake: [Scrape! The cabinet didn't quite clear the top of the door on the way in]
Briael sighs.
Briael lifts down the desk with Veraik. "Get outta the way, Snake."
Wise Snake stands well back, while zlinning Briael's pocketbook.
Briael: Don't even think it. [warning without looking over shoulder]
Veraik: SNAKE!!!!
Wise Snake: [quite false innocence] "Moi?"
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