Sime~Gen Roleplaying on IRC: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #3: Tramila (8/31/97)
see note 1
Wise Snake: [laughs] I'd do it just to see the look on his face when you tell him.
Briael: I ought to point out that she tried to take transfer from another very qualified Gen.
Tramila: He already knows and is in a deferment room now.
Briael: And, well, maybe you'd better read the report. [idiot arrogant]
Tramila: I've read it and that is exactly why she is going to do this transfer.
Briael: Leave it to a channel from Zeor to come up with such an idiotic [muttered]
Tramila: I think she should learn how difficult transfers can be when there are problems.
Wise Snake: Of course [rolls eyes] I've never experienced a problem transfer.
Tramila exits the room to check on Veraik.
Briael: And Veraik was worried after what happened to me?!
Briael: Snake, so help me, if you let this psychotic channel talk you into this and you hurt Veraik, you'll regret it!
Wise Snake: [mystified] How could I hurt Veraik?
Wise Snake: Do you think I could overcontrol him?
Briael: Oh, please, look what you did to... what was her name... Aleiaa?
Briael: Yes. [bluntly]
Briael: He's not at his best.
Wise Snake: Aleiaa was all mouth and no nager.
Briael: I wouldn't say that. She did pretty good at our House.
Wise Snake: When it came time to put her selyn where her big mouth was, she couldn't produce.
Briael: I heard it differently, but no matter. No tricks with Veraik.
Wise Snake: I'd say that says more about your house than anything else....
Briael: You'll have to come visit sometime. ~~flaring anger~~
Briael: We'll see what you say when you're there.
Briael: As a matter of fact, go ahead, try something with Veraik.
Wise Snake: Unless you're going to be monitoring too, you don't have much say in what happens with V.
Briael: With one of those Farris channels here--I'd love to see the results.
Briael: I don't have to be in there to know what a ruthless Farris just might do if you cause any problems.
Wise Snake: The worst she could do is kill me and the way I feel right now I wouldn't care.
Wise Snake: Well, we've already seen she does quite well at the violation of privacy.
Briael: Farris have their own sets of rules.
Briael: Rules for everything.
Briael: They thrive on rules, so I imagine that there is some rule that allows them to do what she did.
Briael shrugs.
Wise Snake: [wipes mouth with back of hand] Ughg.
Briael: [smiling] You know, Tramila might be the best thing that has happened here.
Wise Snake: [eyes wander across the room, pass over the secretary's desk, then go back to it.] Hmmm.
Briael, alert, goes toward the desk.
Briael: Don't even think about bothering anything here.
Briael: Farrises expect perfection.
Briael: Veraik worked hard getting these files in order.
Wise Snake sinks down in a nearby chair, shifts around restlessly.
Briael relaxes behind the desk.
Briael: You ever been around a Farris channel before?
Briael: [studying Snake]
Wise Snake: Yes, actually.
Briael: Really? [not too surprised}
Wise Snake: Teachers. Didn't like 'em.
Wise Snake: Fussy about details, tended to be clueless about the big picture.
Briael: That's one thing we have in common. I had to put up with them when I disjuncted.
Wise Snake: Me, I like the big picture.
Briael: Didn't stay at their House though. Couldn't put up with their quirks.
Wise Snake: [zlins Briael] You're not actually disjuncted yet.
Briael: Yes, I am.
Briael: [affronted]
Wise Snake: [snake's smile] Whatever you say.
Wise Snake gets up, begins roving restlessly about the room. [tentacles getting into this and that]
Briael: Been working as a channel in Gulf Territory for a few months.
Wise Snake: How has it been going?
Briael: What are you doing now?
Briael gets up and strolls across the room.
Wise Snake: Trying to decide whether I should stay in town or leave.
Briael: [thinks, just like a Farris to make a statement then leave everything hanging]
Briael: Me, I think you ought to leave.
Wise Snake: Yeah.
Briael: But others think you can help this place.
Briael: Veraik says this is your last chance.
Wise Snake: [fingers some ornaments on a shelf]
Tramila: It is.
Briael: Be careful.
Wise Snake: Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.
Briael: Then why are you causing such problems?
Wise Snake: [turns to face Tramila, warily]
Tramila: Because she can.
Briael sees Tramila and moves across the room from her to straighten brochures.
Wise Snake: Sometimes when you think there is only one choice, it means you're not using enough imagination.
Tramila: Wise, we both know who and what you are. I zlinned it. You have nothing to find now.
Briael: [thinking, a Farris channel, imagination = an oxymoron]
Wise Snake shifts along the wall so Tramila isn't between her and the door.
Wise Snake: I have absolutely no clue what you are talking about, Farris.
Briael: [snaps head up at Snake's actions]
Tramila: [augment - 10] Where do you think you are going?
Wise Snake stops in place.
Tramila: You are about to fall over and you are still in denial.
Briael: [blinks and steps back so as not to disturb the two]
Tramila: Briael, what does that say to you?
Briael: What does what say?
Wise Snake: There are worse kinds of pain than the physical.
Briael: [zlinning]
Tramila: [eyes Bri] You read Snake and tell her what you read in her nager.
Briael: Uh huh. [steps closer]
Tramila: [goes hyper]
Briael: Stronger than any channel I've zlinned except... ~~disgust~~
Briael: She's a Farris?
Wise Snake: [rolls eyes] Oh, give me a br ---
Briael: [steps closer wanting to zlin deeper]
Tramila: Ve...ry good Bri. And that is why she is rebelling and in denial.
Briael: [thinks--I can't blame here there]
Wise Snake: Ugh! You people are deluding yourselves.
Briael turns and walks across the room in disgust.
Tramila: She was asking for pain as a substitute for the kind of transfers she needs.
Wise Snake flops down in a nearby chair, trying to make it look casual.
Wise Snake: Interesting theory.... completely devoid of basis in fact, but interesting.
Briael: Well the Gen she tried to take transfer from yesterday certainly can't give her that.
Briael: She may be good, but she's not on a Farris level.
Tramila: You're young, Wise. And you have a lot of potential.
Wise Snake: There's that "potential" word again. It goes right into my danger book alongside "therapy".
Tramila: You would be of great value to the Tecton.
Briael: Just how far past changeover are you, Snake?
Briael: [goes over to get file]
Wise Snake: Oh.... [vaguely] ... a few weeks. Well maybe it has been a few months.
Tramila: Time to go back to Householding Zeor's channel's school.
Briael: [looking in file]
Wise Snake: [Jumps to her feet] That's it, I'm out of here. [heads for door]
Tramila: You know that it is the only place that you are safe and that Donors are safe from you.
Briael: That's true. She has no business around donors until she learns how to handle herself.
Briael: It's a shame to lose such a good potential helper here though when the shendoni flayed Tecton won't send us any good help... er.... [blushes, looking at Tramila]
Tramila: So, Briael, I understand that you have just completed your disjunction and this is your first assignment. Congratulations.
Briael: Yes, Hajene.
Tramila: [quirks eyebrow]
Tramila: You will be the most popular channel for the disjunct renSimes in this area.
Briael: I joined another House and they thought it best to send some of us out to help.
Tramila: I hope you like to be busy.
Briael: [shocked that a Farris would actually give a compliment]
Briael: Thank you, hajene. Of course I am at your disposal.
see note 2
Briael: Well, Snake, what do you think about that?
Briael: A Farris channel, who thinks no one is as good as they are, actually paying me a compliment?
Wise Snake: I think she's leading up to dumping you with some awful responsibility.
Wise Snake: [said morosely]
Briael: [nager echos sentiment]
Briael: Probably.
Wise Snake: You should sit out here by me. The sun is warm.
Briael: I don't know if you know much about the animosity between the Gulf Households and Zeor. Suffice to say, their rules on how to give transfer as well as the paperwork to go with it are just outrageous. They may be good channels, but I just don't like working with them.
Briael: [grins smugly]
Briael: Glad it's you she thinks she has to shape up.
Wise Snake: [smiles a snake's smile... grim and cold]
Briael: [sidles over near snake, sitting down]
Briael: [zlins in concern]
Briael: The shenned Farris is right about one thing, you look like death.
Wise Snake: I'll thank you to keep your laterals to yourself, if you had any ideas.
Briael: ~~projects soothing field~~ We're going to be working together.
Briael: Try not to get so bent out of shape.
Wise Snake: [grimaces at Briael's words]
Wise Snake: [accepts soothing field]
Briael: [smiles]
Wise Snake: This place is such a joke. These people have no idea what they're getting themselves into.
Briael: Why do you say that?
Wise Snake: Organized crime has no place in their plan for a Sime Center in this part of town.
Briael: My Household is certain that there is a great need here that only we can fulfill.
Briael: Once we get settled in, I doubt that the crime is going to give us much of a problem.
Briael: So, want to tell me about your changeover? Who handled it?
Wise Snake: [smiles bitterly] Wouldn't you like to know.
Briael: Well, it had to be someone halfway decent, but certainly not Farris level.
Wise Snake: [snorts]
Briael: If they'd handled you right, you wouldn't be in the mess you're in now.
Briael: [raises eyebrow]
Wise Snake: You're probably right.
Wise Snake: But sometimes you just have to forget what's happened and go on with your life.
Wise Snake: That's what I did.
Briael: Then why won't you accept help now? If you don't, you aren't going to have anything to continue. [concerned]
Wise Snake: How did you suddenly become so lovey dovey? As I recall, you hated my guts two days ago.
Briael: I still do, but I hate what that channel's gonna do to you more if you don't get straightened out.
Wise Snake: Maybe I won't be here to let her do it.
Wise Snake: [rubs arms with hands]
Briael: You know, maybe we could just solve your problem, the two of us, and then we wouldn't have to worry about the Farris channel sticking around.
Wise Snake: [eyes her suspiciously] I am sure I have no idea what you are suggesting.
Briael: Of course not.
Briael: Being Farris as you are.
Wise Snake: [grimace] I wish you'd stop saying that.
Briael: Farris. [smiles] Faaaar-isssss. [bigger grin] Farris Farris Farris....
Briael: Ah, the sound of that.
Wise Snake: [Hauls herself up out of the chair and walks away from Briael, glowering]
Briael: [huge grin]
Briael: Yep, they can't stick me with that.
Wise Snake: I'm going for a walk.
Briael: [stands and follows]
Briael: I'll tag along.
Wise Snake: [Goes out the front door and walks down the street]
Wise Snake: Leave me alone. What is your problem?
Briael: Wow, this place sure is run down.
Briael: [ignores Snake's question]
Briael: You grow up here?
Wise Snake: It's the slums. What did you expect?
Wise Snake: Give me a break. Of course not!
Briael: [sniffs and wrinkles nose]
Briael: Yeah, like I really believe you.
Briael: [zlins the area]
Briael: Scum. I prefer the walls of a Household to this, any day.
Wise Snake: [to old guys sitting on porch of bar] "Hi Jole, Bohb, Peet."
Wise Snake: Wise Snake [to bum on sidewalk] "Hi Leeta."
Briael: [zlins them]
Wise Snake: [they're scum]
Briael: So, where is this Lotta's that you have written on the door?
Wise Snake: [wrinkles forehead] You want me to take you to a brothel?
Briael: No, I get everything I need from Veraik.
Wise Snake: Ugh!!!! [firmly attempting to not imagine]
Briael: Why would I go to one of those disease-ridden places?
Briael: [zlins nager] Jealous?
Briael: [smiles smugly]
Wise Snake: I like my men a little more... experienced.
Briael: Hey, if you're as good as they say, and a Farris....
Briael shrugs. "We should head back."
Briael: Tramila will be upset if we don't get back there and get to work.
Tramila walks in and finds an empty room.
Wise Snake gives Briael a narrow-eyed look. "You know I'm not going back."
Briael: Yes, you are. [firmly]
Tramila: [thinks, I hope Briael knows what she's doing.]
Briael: ~~uses nager to tempt~~
Wise Snake: There is nothing on this earth that you could do to force me.
Briael: I don't have to force you, you need it.
Wise Snake: [looking upset] You had better leave me alone.
Tramila goes to the file cabinet, gets Veraik's file, scribbles some notes, and replaces the file.
Briael: Come on, Snake. [softly] Come back and see what Tramila can do for you.
Tramila pulls Wise's file, rereads it, smiles evilly, puts it back.
Briael turns and starts back.
Briael: Come on. We'll be missed.
Wise Snake hangs back.
Tramila pulls Aleiaa's file, thinks about it, then replaces it.
Briael: Snake, remember how it was the first time?
Briael: You have no idea how much better it'll be once you're straightened out.
Wise Snake: No, actually, I made a point of forgetting. Now will you get off my case?
Tramila looks at Briael's file, smiles gently, replaces it.
Wise Snake shivers.
Briael: Believe me, I know what I'm talking about.
Tramila checks on the reception room and its decorations, straightens a few objects.
Wise Snake: Leave me alone. [sits down on curb and puts head in hands]
Briael: Come on, Snake. [curbs impatience]
Briael touches her shoulder.
Wise Snake: God! Don't touch me.
Briael: ~~working mode~~
Wise Snake shivers.
Briael: You wanna die out here so these scavengers can pick you over?
Briael: That's what's going to happen if you don't come back.
Briael: Let Tramila help.
Tramila goes to an insulated room to shield her from chaotic nagers.
Wise Snake doesn't answer.
Briael: [slides tentacle down arm] Snake?
Tramila: [nager relaxes, decides to go look for the channels]
Briael: Come on. People are eyeing us.
Wise Snake: Which part of leave me alone didn't you understand?
Briael: Forget it.
Briael: You're actually my first real patient and I don't plan to lose you.
Tramila walks out of the building, looks both ways, then decides on a direction.
Briael: Not with a Farris around.
Tramila spots the two channels.
Briael: Come on. [tries to use field to encourage Snake]
Wise Snake zlins Tramila and tries to get to her feet.
Tramila: Wise, Briael.
Tramila gently supports with nager and by elbow.
Briael: [jerks hand away in guilt] Yes? We were just coming back.
Wise Snake: This woman had her tentacles and nager all over me.
Tramila: You were doing what you could, Briael.
Briael shoots a look of retribution at Snake.
Briael: I was merely trying to help.
Tramila: This woman has been shielding you the best she could from the surrounding nagers.
Tramila: You should thank her.
Briael: Yeah. [arrogant swagger] You should thank me.
Briael: I tried to stop her from leaving, but she insisted.
Tramila: Come along, Wise. I will help you then we will talk.
Briael follows on the other side of Snake.
Tramila: I know. She is very headstrong but she is always an excellent channel, that is when she wants to be.
Wise Snake: [snorts]
Briael: Headstrong comes with all Farrises. [oops]
Wise Snake: You wait, Briael. You'll get your 'thanks'.
Briael: You straightened out is all the thanks I need.
Tramila: I know there is not a lot of friendship between our Houses but let's try to get along.
Briael: [properly subdued] Yes, hajene.
Briael goes ahead into the Sime Center.
Briael: [at files, begins to work]
Tramila notices a couple of Gens running away in fright.
Briael looks up, zlinning.
Tramila: Wise. You are frightening the Gens with your look. You require help that only I can give.
Briael shakes her head in dismay.
Briael: Belligerence won't do you any good in the end.
Tramila leads Wise down the hall and into a transfer room.
Briael pulls out charts. "Hey, what are these new Farris graphs doing in here?"
Briael grumbles.
Briael: I'm gonna hate those two if they ever get together on the same side.
Briael: Farrises. [mutter mutter mutter]
Tramila: Just relax, Wise, and allow me to zlin you.
Wise Snake stares at Tramila morosely.
Briael puts the normal forms over the detailed charts and then goes back to setting up the schedule.
Wise Snake: You think you have it all worked out, don't you?
Tramila places her laterals on the Vriamic node.
Wise Snake submits to the examination.
Tramila: No, Wise. You should learn how to care for yourself.
Tramila uses her laterals to rub temples.
Tramila continues to support Wise while she goes to make tea and to get a dose of fosebine.
Wise Snake studies a small window high in wall and wonders if it would be worth the effort of making a run for it.
Wise Snake: [rather apathetically]
Tramila adjusts her field to realign Wise's fields.
Tramila: Drink this. It's fosebine. It will help, then we can talk while we drink some tea.
Wise Snake: Look, I don't see why you're wasting the effort on me.
Tramila: You are a Farris. That means something.
Tramila: You have so much potential.
Wise Snake: It means a giant pain in the ass.
Tramila: Perhaps.
Wise Snake: [drinks... grimaces]
Tramila: It also means that you can help your friends.
Tramila: That is what you said you wanted to do, isn't it?
Wise Snake: I don't remember.
Briael pulls out the file on Veraik to check something and sees scribbled notes.
Briael's eyes widen in surprise.
Briael: Trained with a Farris! Now I wonder....
Briael starts to look further but decides not now.
Briael: [thinks, just what has Tramila been doing to these files?]
Tramila: You said that you wanted to help your friends live a better life than the one you knew while you were in this neighborhood.
Briael pulls it back out.
Wise Snake: Look, I don't really feel like discussing this right now.
Briael: Oh shen! he lost a patient and is on disciplinary duty here!
Briael reads on down.
Wise Snake rubs hands on arms, gingerly.
Tramila: Fine. [walks out] I'll be here, if you want to talk.
Wise Snake sighs.
Briael: Caught in the bed with the World Controller's....
Briael: Double shen.
Tramila: What are you doing, Briael!
Briael jumps up.
Briael: Um, was just scheduling channels, hajene.
Briael stuffs the folder back in filing cabinet.
Tramila walks over, looks in file, notices Veraik's file is in the wrong place.
Tramila: Oh really. [said sarcastically]
Briael: [should have looked at yours first-thinking disgruntled]
Briael: Uh, yes, hajene.
Wise Snake gets up and walks stealthily to the door of the transfer room, tries it.
Briael: [trying to look defensive]
Tramila zlins Briael. "Did you read his file?"
Tramila walks to the hall entrance.
Briael: I didn't read anything about his transfers, hajene
Wise Snake eases the door open.
Briael: I was simply trying to decide about well, the order of schedule we would work....
Briael: But I just couldn't find them.
Tramila: Briael, I'm a Farris. I can read your nager and it is screaming that you did.
Briael: [shenned Farrises]
Tramila: [calls] Please come here, Wise.
Wise Snake slips out into the hallway.
Wise Snake: Damn.
Briael: If he didn't want anyone to know he was on disciplinary action then he should have just jerked the page out!
Tramila: He's a good Householder. He wouldn't have done that
Wise Snake: [comes out into the main room]
Briael: It's not my fault it was in there. Nor, might I say, is it my fault that we're we're working with a overachiever who nearly had a nervous breakdown because he messed up!
Wise Snake: [eyes widen at those last words]
Tramila: True, but you shouldn't be so nosy.
Briael: I'm putting my tentacles in his and I shouldn't know that a disjuncting channel died working with him!
Tramila: Wise. It is time to go to Veraik.
Briael: [and to think I've been sleeping with the guy]
Wise Snake: ...interesting... ambient in here.
Tramila: Every channel requires relief after being post.
Briael: [controls nager]
Briael: Yeah, but I'm disjunct. That could have been me that aborted and died.
Briael: [shudders]
Wise Snake: What in shen are the two of you talking about?
Tramila: Veraik tried to save that channel but he only wanted pain.
Briael: [shock--boggle]
Tramila: The channel aborted to save Veraik.
Briael: [looks at Snake]
Tramila: It is why Wise is going to gave Veraik transfer. He's been aborting and needs a special kind of channel. Wise is that kind.
Briael: The kind to give him pain!
Briael: [horror at Tramila]
Wise Snake holds out her hand for Veraik's folder.
Tramila: Veraik needs to feel the pain then needs to feel the rejection of it.
Wise Snake: Er, [holds out hand for Veraik's folder]
Tramila: Only Wise can do that.
Briael: Disgusting.
Tramila: It will be the hardest transfer the two of them will ever have.
Briael: [sneers]
Tramila: And if it works, they will both be better.
Briael: playing with people's lives here... you Farrises all have God complexes.
Tramila: If it doesn't, then they will both be dead.
Tramila: This is the other reason they are here together.
Wise Snake: Boy, wouldn't that clean up your schedule.
Briael: [like a slap in the face]
Briael: You should be glad to know, Snake.
Briael: At least it explains why a First is down here in the slums - recovering, taking it easy from his schedule.
Briael: Risk them down here, not uptown where someone might notice.
Briael: Someone important to the Tecton.
Tramila: [snorts] I will be monitoring. It will turn out fine and then this Center will have two great channels to run it.
Briael goes across the room and drops into a chair in disgust.
Wise Snake: Such arrogance. I can't decide if it's exhilarating or smothering.
Tramila: Remember, it is all for the good of the Tecton.
Briael: Yeah, Farrises started the Tecton, didn't they. [glowering]
Wise Snake: Give me that. [snatches Veraik folder]
Tramila: You make this transfer perfect, Wise, and we will have this town to run.
Wise Snake: "We"?
Tramila: You know that so why are you waffling in your decision?
Briael: Farris channels, running everything. [should just go back to Gulf Territory]
Tramila lets the folder go.
Wise Snake opens the folder and studies the contents.
Tramila: You, Wise, will have this town to run.
Tramila: Briael, you are here to prove to your Sectuib that you can be trusted on a diplomatic mission. Time to learn a little civility.
Briael: Actually, I'm here to learn.
Briael: Aleiaa is here to prove herself to be trusted, and I'm here to keep an eye on her too.
Briael: [affronted] I beg your pardon?
Wise Snake: [reads...] 'In bed with the World Controller'... oh, now I get it.
Briael: No, it was his wife.
Briael: [blushes and looks at Tramila]
Wise Snake: [reads more carefully] Shidoni!!! He was in bed with the World Controller's wife!?!!!
Tramila: OK. Let's get a transfer into Veraik and start the Opening Ceremonies.
Wise Snake: Hold on hold on. You can't brush this off that easily.
Tramila: The Press is waiting and Briael, I expect you to handle them.
Briael: ~~groan~~
Briael stands and goes to the press room.
Tramila snatches the folder.
Wise Snake: Ow! [nurses paper cut]
Briael [shudders.
Briael shoots one last look and is gone.
see note 3
Tramila: Oh, you did it.
Tramila: Okay.
Wise Snake: You mean he thinks I just tried??!
Wise Snake: Wow, I can't believe he got as mad as he did, not even thinking it really happened.
Wise Snake: Just imagine what he would have said if he'd realized....
Tramila: Same difference, so don't even get that attitude.
Briael smiles pleasantly as she shows the press around the Sime Center.
Wise Snake: Are you jealous?
Wise Snake zlins curiously.
Tramila: [covers nager] NO!
Wise Snake: [smiles a snaky smile] Sure. Okay.
Tramila enters the room with Veraik.
Briael explains the Center's plans, while wondering if she'll have time to get back and see those folders again.
Tramila gets the room ready.
Wise Snake zlins Veraik.
Tramila: He's pretty uptight. You have a lot of work to do.
Briael offers refreshment and begins to circulate.
Wise Snake ignores Tramila completely.
Wise Snake goes and sits down beside Veraik.
Wise Snake: How are you feeling?
Wise Snake zlins more carefully.
Briael finds time to go back to the folders.
Wise Snake: I am to be your assigned transfer partner this time.
Briael: [resentful and angry at Tramila]
Wise Snake slips into channel's functional mode.
Briael opens Snake's folder.
Wise Snake: [soothing voice] You know why they picked me for this, right?
Wise Snake's hands and tentacles reach for Veraik's.
Briael almost falls over; Tramila assigned Snake's changeover person!!!
Briael: [And Snake almost killed him.]
Briael slams the folder closed in shock.
Wise Snake gauges Veraik's state of need.
Wise Snake: They told me what you want.
Briael: [peeks back in] Oh my god... the great God of Zeor disciplined her!
Wise Snake zlins to see if Veraik is actually still alive.
Wise Snake: Hmmm.
Briael: Where is Tramila's folder? I've got to find out just what type of discipline Tramila received.
Wise Snake: No intil whatsoever. This guy is like a zombie.
Wise Snake takes Veraik into full transfer position, with lip contact, and zlins him deeply.
Briael: [searching...] Probably had to kiss Sectuib's feet and lick them clean every night.
Tramila monitors.
Briael: Ah, here it is.
Briael: Oh, this is just too good. Blackmail material.
Tramila zlins that the transfer goes perfectly.
Briael: Look at this. Unauthorized transfers, picking and choosing and - oh, the World Controller!
Wise Snake releases Veraik.
Wise Snake studies him cautiously. "You okay?"
Briael: No wonder she wasn't too upset about Veraik.
Briael: Farrises, no morals. Their motto should be 'share and share alike'.
Tramila: [zlins Veraik in perfect condition] You did it just right Wise. Congratulations.
Briael, zlinning the area, quickly replaces the folder.
Wise Snake: I feel... awfully woozy.
Briael ushers the guests out.
Wise Snake: I think I'm just going to lie down... right here.
Wise Snake: [the floor]
Tramila: Work with him. I have to get the ceremonies on its way. Join us as soon as you can.
Tramila: Your friends await you, Wise.
Briael: [gonna have to get me copies of that other stuff Tramila has done...too good to pass up]
Briael: [back at scheduling]
Tramila: [Veraik helps Wise]
Wise Snake: Thanks.
Tramila: Briael!!!! What are you doing!!!
Briael: Just scheduling. [innocently holds up forms]
Wise Snake: Veraik, since I see you are post, why don't you head down to Lotta's and tell them to give you a freebie on me [ducks] Hey!!!! No need to get violent!
Tramila: Sure you are. I'm goin to check on the arriving Gens.
Wise Snake exits the transfer room hastily.
Briael: Um, Tramila, since Veraik is post.... [looks anxiously toward the back room]
Tramila: Briael, I believe you are assigned to Veraik for post.
Briael: And it's very important that he have a good experience this time...
Wise Snake: [Arrives in main room.] Somebody get to Veraik fast. He's about to climb the walls in there.
Briael: Thank you.
Briael goes in the back.
Wise Snake: I should have warned her, I think he's very post.
Tramila: OK Snake, let's go so to our guests.
Tramila: She'll be fine.
Wise Snake: Look, I am really tired. I think I'm just going to sit down over here for a while.
Tramila: [zlins Wise]
Wise Snake: [zlins just like this morning only more tired]
Tramila: Yes, I see. but you did a great job. It was just right.
Wise Snake: I always do a great job.
Tramila: [reaches over to rub Vriamic node]
Wise Snake: Ohh yeah.
Tramila: yes. I've told you before. You are very talented.
Wise Snake: You're pretty talented yourself. [enjoys feeling of rubbing]
Tramila spots the file cabinet open, with her file disturbed, and her nager closes in on itself.
Tramila: Thanks.
Tramila: Now do you think you are up to facing a bunch of Gens?
Wise Snake: Ugh [recoils at the closed nager feeling]
Tramila readjusts her nager to a more soothing one.
Wise Snake: I suppose there's no way around it. Sure.
Wise Snake follows Tramila's gaze to the folder, thinks, then smiles.
Tramila: You know, with your contacts this Center will be viable in no time.
Wise Snake: [eyes half lidded] Maybe
Tramila replaces the file, thinking, 'I am going to have to hide that thing as soon as possible.'
Wise Snake seems to be recovering... more energy in step now.
Wise Snake cocks her head, listening: there is a noise coming from the back room.
Tramila: [stops in hallway] You go on, I forgot something.
Tramila rushes back to the room, grabs her folder, takes to her own room, and burns it.
Wise Snake carves a lazy course down the hall.
Tramila writes another folder with only the medical data, and returns it to the file cabinet.
Wise Snake: Hi, Hi, Hello, [to Gens]
Wise Snake: Have I personally ever killed anybody? Not that I know of.
Tramila: [Gens recoil]
Wise Snake: Sweet Willie! How do you like what they, I mean we, have done to the old place?
Wise Snake: What was that? Uh, no, Joebob, we don't have any strawberry tarts, but the kiwi ones taste almost the same.
Joebob: Uwh, shucks.
Wise Snake shakes hands with the Mayor.
Wise Snake: You know, if you ever want a couple of giant 'I's to stick out in the front yard....
Wise Snake: Ha ha, just kidding. Nice to see you again.
Wise Snake: How's your son?
Wise Snake: Really? Twin girls. How delightful.
Mayor: He's still child...I think. [pushes son behind him]
Wise Snake: Hey Monzo... where's my dough. Oh yeah? When are you going to cough up? I can only be so patient you know.
Wise Snake: Police protection doesn't come cheap.
Briael enters the room.
Wise Snake: Maybe nothing. I can't keep taking selyn forever, you just don't produce enough to cover your liabilities.
Tramila enters the room.
Wise Snake: Oop -- catch you later.
Wise Snake pats a small child on the head. "Aren't you cute."
Tramila: I see you're enjoying your friends.
Briael: Veraik told you he would be back later today, Tramila
Tramila: Why don't one of you explain the services the Center has?
Briael: Oh, please, Snake. These are your friends. Explain away.
Briael: [cocky grin]
Wise Snake grimaces.
Tramila: Thank you, Briael. I'm sure he will be fine. [zlins Briael] Very fine. [grins]
Briael steps around Snake and picks up a treat.
Briael blushes.
Wise Snake edges away from Briael's annoyingly post nager.
Briael shoots a you-don't-know-what-you're-missing look at Snake.
Wise Snake: You feel just like Veraik. Eak.
Wise Snake: No, thank you.
Wise Snake: What was all the racket? We just got all the holes in the walls patched up back there.
Wise Snake: I wouldn't have believed the almighty Tecton would be capable of manufacturing a transfer lounge that could squeak so badly.
Briael: [smiles] You're still too young to really understand.
Wise Snake: [little does Briael know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Wise Snake winks at Tramila.
Wise Snake surveys the available audience for a speech.
Briael blinks at Snake's reply.
Tramila says to Wise, "I haven't slept in 48 hours. I'm going to bed. Time to take charge, Wise."
Tramila: I leave the Center in your hands.
Briael: Wise!
Wise Snake: [smiles slyly] Sure. Don't worry. I'll handle everything perfectly.
Briael: Excuse me, but I think I'm just a little more qualified than she is!
Tramila: Yes?
Wise Snake: If you mean literally "qualified", then you are most definitely wrong.
Tramila: She's a Farris and these [waves hand] are her people.
Briael: [shoots daggers at Wise]
Briael: The almighty Farris again.
Tramila goes to bed.
Briael decides to go hunt down Veraik, who appreciates her.
Briael: See you later Snake.
Wise Snake: [smiles] Goodbye.
Wise Snake is left alone in the room with all the Gens.
Notes:
1) The first part of the log is missing. In that part we are introduced to Tramila, a very high order channel, who grabs Snake (who came back on her own), deep zlins her without permission, and pronounces her to be in horrible shape. Then to Snake and Briel's surprise, assigns Snake to give Veraik transfer. Tramila Farris is the Zeor channel Veraik called to deal with Snake in the previous episode. [return]
2) A few lines are missing from the log here. Tramila proceeds to compliment Briael several times. Then she goes to check on Veraik and Briael joins Snake who is sitting right outside the front door. [return]
3) Part of log missing. During this part Tramila makes Wise Snake go with her towards the transfer room with Veraik in it. There is a bit of verbal fencing in which Tramila attempts to get Wise Snake off the subject of Veraik's sexual misconduct by reminding her of an incident in which Wise Snake was accused of trying to have sex with the son of the Sectuib in Zeor, and wasn't Sectuib angry then! Only Snake says what do you mean "tried"? It is fairly clear from this conversation that Tramila and Snake have known each other for years although they hadn't let that on before. And yes, since the Sectuib is seen in later episode(s) trying to beget an heir, apparently the son referred to here has recently died. [return]