Sime~Gen Roleplaying on IRC: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #68: (11/6/97)
Alea heads to Trel's room and signals.
Tramila opens the door.
Tramila: Alea. Come in.
Alea: Uh, hellow Tramila.
Alea wary.
Trel opens the door.
Trel: Alea. Come in.
Alea nods and enters.
Alea: Did you sleep well?
Alea: ==scratch tramila line and wary==
Tramila sets mode: +o LinnH
Trel: Yes. thank you for asking.
Alea clasps her hands.
Alea: As much as I worry about doing this, I have decided to tell you where Snake lives.
Alea: No matter that I have refused to go back to...Zeor...you are still my Sectuib.
Alea: And Zeor is my house.
Trel sighs. "If you insists but you know that you are always welcome."
Trel: And now for Snake. You said that you know where she lives.
Alea simply stares at Trel not buying it.
Alea: Yes, Sectuib.
Alea reaches in her pocket and pulls out a map.
Alea sets mode: +o NickR
Trel takes the map.
Alea: I imagine Rafael is there too.
Alea: I know you want to talk to all the Farrises while you have a chance.
Trel: Rafael? Yes....I guess he would be.
Alea nods.
Alea: If you'll excuse me.
Alea goes back to the door.
Trel: True. It is always pleasant to be around Farris'.
Don't you agree? [looks hard at Alea]
Alea stiffens.
Alea: More than almost anything, Trel.
Trel walks out. [smug]
Alea shakes her head, wondering why he can't understand the motivations of love over the householding.
Trel finds his Donor in the cafe then the two of them follow Alea's directions.
Alea looks around his room and then, since he is gone...decides to look through his room.
Alea: Hey, leaving behind my spying ways, which you taught me, my dear brother in low, is very hard.
Alea shrugs and begins to search.
Alea: ==low law==
Trel finds Snake's door and signals.
Wise Snake comes out of healing mode and says to Nick,
" Well, that will do you for today."
Linn puts her latest culinary endeaver, an applesauce cake, in the oven, humming as she thinks what a nice surprise it will be for Snake and Nick.
Alea searches methodically, remembering all she was taught...
Nick nods tiredly, acknowleding his improvement.
Alea is not surprised when she finds a secret compartment.
Alea: Sloppy Trel...real sloppy.
Trel signals again.
Wise Snake: You have to get better so poor Rafe can have a life.
Linn hears the doorbell ring and grabs a towel for her flour-encrusted hands.
Linn: Coming!
Tramila is now known as Rafael.
Linn goes to open the door.
Alea pulls out the papers and begins to read.
Wise Snake: The guy is exhausted...
Trel: Hello. My I please speak with WiseSnake?
Nick: Well, today I only feel like was trampled by a pony, not a carthorse.
Nick: That's an improvement of a sort, I suppose.
Wise Snake laughs.
Linn inspects the visitor.
Wise Snake: Well you don't zlin like you've been trampled...
Trel smiles pleasantly, wondering why there is a donor-
Class Gen in Snake's home who is cooking.
Alea finds reports on all of the farrises in the area.
Linn thinks that this Sime doesn't look like Snake's usual customers.
Wise Snake: You zlin like you just crawled out of a flegm dumpster, though/
Linn: What is your business with her?
Nick chuckles weakly.
Trel: I'm a friend. [keeps tentacles out of sight]
Wise Snake: So... what do you say we try a few exercises, while you rest here?
Trel walks in without another word.
Trel: [zlins Snake and goes to her]
Trel: Hello Snake.
Linn is offended by Trel's rudeness.
Wise Snake says nothing.
Wise Snake makes sure her field interferes with Nick's enough to make it difficult to zlin him well.
Nick decides to take his cue from Snake and also ignores the intruder.
Wise Snake looks at Trel.
Wise Snake: What do you want.
Linn trails after Trel and his Donor, hovering in the hallway as she tries to figure out who this visitor is, and whether Snake wants him around.
Trel: For you to come back to Zeor to finish your training.
Wise Snake: No.
Rafael enters the room. [Spanish] "Hello. Sectuib."
Trel: Why not? You are not healthy. The House can help you. Or are you interested in dieing from Farris complications.
Trel: Trel zlins Rafael .
Wise Snake starts to reply, then stops as the Sectuib is distracted.
Trel: [Spanish] Hello Rafael. How are you?
Trel turns back to Wise Snake.
Trel: You were going to say?
Rafael sets mode: +o NickR
Alea's eyes widen in shock at Rafael's chart.
Alea then blushes furiously before narrowing in anger.
Alea tosses the papers down and looks at the next one...Tramila.
Alea: Oh reeeeaaaally.
Alea eyebrows shoot up.
Wise Snake: Do you have any idea what it did to me to be kicked out of Zeor?
Alea pulls out Snake's papers.
Linn wonders who this unpleasant individual is; she isn't completely reassured by the obvious evidence that he really does know Snake.
Alea isn't surprised a bit by what she finds there.
Trel: You have said that and I have apologized so what else can I say. Come back and I'll help. The House will help.
Nick has a pretty good idea who the unpleasant individual is, and is even less reassured by his aquaintence with Snake.
Alea finally pulls out her chart.
Nick reflects that if Snake decides to rejoin Zeor, that's the end of his dream of being a Donor.
Alea debates opening it and finally does.
Wise Snake: I don't.. I don't even know how to tell you.
It was every dream, every hope I'd ever had... and every piece of self confidence I had learned, and every trust I had learned to hold, all shattered in one terrible blow.
Alea is both elated and devastated by what she reads.
Wise Snake: I'm not the person I was before it happened.
I am not someone who belongs at Zeor anymore.
Trel: And I made a mistake. How can I make it up to you? After such a long time. All I can say and ask is please come back.
Alea closes the file, gathers them all up and carefully puts them back in the hidden area ...then finishes the search of Trel's room.
Nick dares to hope that his future may not be ruined after all.
Alea: Oh, Trel....
Alea shakes his head.
Alea: =his her=
Wise Snake: You don't understand... [haunted]
Trel: Yes you do. You are Zeor. You took the oath.
You know Zeor and are the embodiment of Zeor.
Wise Snake: I'm not myself. I'm not safe there or anywhere.
Alea sets mode: +o Trel
Alea sets mode: +o Tramila
Alea finally finishes searching and leaves the room.
Trel: Snake. What else can I say? I was wrong. I thought I was protecting you but I was wrong. Come back to Zeor. Before your first year. Before it is too late.
Trel: The Sectuib's Donor shifts positions sensing the selyn's fields voitel state.
Nick wonders why this whole confrontation has to take place when he's too sick and exhausted to give Snake an alternative.
Nick decides that if Snake really wants to go back to
Zeor, he won't try to persuade her to stay, even if that means he'll never Qualify.
Nick wonders when he developed this inconvenient chivalry.
Alea goes down the stairs and enters the lobby.
Trel: Snake. You are safer at Zeor. We understand the difficulties of being a Farris.
Tramila is now known as Rafael.
Wise Snake: That isn't what I meant. [whispered] wisesnake glances at Nick.
Linn hears the repeated mention of Zeor, and wonders which of Snake's deals is going sour.
Trel: Trel zlins NickR .
Wise Snake: How about if you go back to Zeor, and leave me to my simpering childhood?
Trel: Oh you ARE good, just not as good as you think you are but you could be much better with training/
Rafael sets mode: +o Alea wisesnake shakes her head. "Your insults, accusations, and head games have failed to reassure me that returning to Zeor would be a good idea at this time."
Wise Snake: But I will tell you what would convince me to do so, if you care.
Trel: I'm listeing.
Wise Snake: When Zeor has become stablized once again... when there are no more spies, or assassinations, or suicides...
Trel: The House is stable as it has always been.
Wise Snake shakes her head.
Wise Snake: Then I can't bear the thought of returning.
Wise Snake: I'm sorry, I require stability.
Wise Snake: Here I can build my own.
Wise Snake: There, I am victim to every whim of circumstance... with no defense at all, and no ability to shape what occurs.
Trel: Here? [waves tentacle] You call this stable?
Wise Snake: Note that I said I can build it here.
Wise Snake: A little at a time, but progress is being made.
Wise Snake: Progress.
Trel: So you can be in Control, Right, only the position of Sectuib would satisfy you and that is no what you can have.
Wise Snake: You don't understand.
Wise Snake: [not surprised]
Trel: I understand perfectly.
Wise Snake: I am not interested in being Sectuib.
Wise Snake: I am interested in holding a position, any position, that I know I will never lose.
Wise Snake: Where my merits and my hard work will be the deciding factor in whether I win or whether I lose.
Trel: You think you can build here but only are probably only getting the pervents, the ones who want transfer in an obscene way.
Trel: It was kill you eventually if you do not stop.
Alea sets mode: +o Tarsh
Trel: ==It was - It will ====
Wise Snake: If I were capable of taking my life by my own hand, it would have ended the night I was thrown down.
Wise Snake: I have no intention of letting myself die now.
Alea goes back into the office to make sure Tarsh hasn't woken up.
Trel: Believe what you wish.
Trel: [Spanish] Rafael. May I see you outside then I will take my leave.
Trel: Snake, you CAN come back. You are Zeor.
Trel: It is your decision.
Wise Snake: Yes.
Trel signals his Donor and he leaves.
Rafael: Rafael looks at Snake then follows the Sectuib out the door.
Linn steps hastily back out of the way as they pass, not trusting the strange Sime.
Linn is distracted by a distinctive smokey aroma.
Linn: Oh, no!
Linn charges past Trel, his Donor, and Rafe, running for the kitchen.
Trel walks down the street for a coupl of blocks then finds a secluded place and turns to Rafael.
Trel: Report.
Linn surveys the charred remains of her applesauce cake, shaking her head sadly.
Rafael: [perfect Simelan - no accent] She is crazy but she is also trying. As you can see, she THINKS that her training is complete but it really is lacking.
Trel: Just stay with her Rafael. Help her as much as posible and don't let her give Zeor a bad name.
Rafael: I'll try Sectuib. I have to get back now.
Trel nods. He turns and walks back to the Center.
Wise Snake goes to the door and closes it, then turns back to Nick.
Wise Snake sits down quietly by Nick's side.
Nick: I can see why you left, if that's the guy that runs the place.
Wise Snake: ===note: Snake has never claimed her training was anything but woefully incomplete===
Wise Snake remains tense and silent; thinking.
Alea sets mode: +o Briel
Alea sees Tarsh is sleeping and slips back out of the room to go talk with the Gnome.
Briel is now known as Trel.
Trel goes up the stairs with his Donor, shaking the snow off his boots before he enters the Center.
Tarsh shifts at Alea's momentary field.
Alea cleans the snow from around the Gnome and then sweeps off the bench and sits down before staring off into the sky.
Trel questions the clerk as to Tramila's whereabouts...then ALea's...
Trel starts down the hall toward Tarsh's office, frustrated.
Tarsh wakes up.
Trel signals.
Tarsh sits up nad works his mouth, not liking the taste.
Tarsh glances at the signal, but reflex hits. "Come!"\
Trel pushes the door open and strides in.
Trel zlins Tarsh, his features inscrutable.
Tarsh: ~~ just woke up, groogy and somewhat dehydrated
~~
Tarsh: "May I help you?"
Trel slips his blue and white cloak off.
Trel: I was looking for Alea and told she was here.
Trel: Obviously she isn't.
Trel: And you are?
Tarsh only the notices Farris and Zeor markings.
Trel rubs his chin with a tenacle, studying the renSime before him.
Tarsh stands up, hair askew, and makes a polite tentacle gesture. "Tarsh Chutmas. Financial Officer"
Tarsh: Pardon my apperance. I just got up.
Trel nods having his suspicions confirmed.
Trel: I see. Alea's......renSime.
Trel snaps the last as if it's repugnant.
Trel nods curtly.
Tarsh bridles at Trel's tone.
Tarsh: And you are.... ?
Trel looks down his nose at Tarsh.
Trel: Trel ambrov Zeor, Sectuib.
Trel paces around the office, zlinning everything.
Trel: So, I hear Alea thinks she's in love with you.
Trel disbelief.
Trel: You know it won't work.
Tarsh: The one whose messes we keep trying to clean up here?
Trel turns sharply.
Trel: Oh?
Tarsh: I'm sorry, I missed the directive where Zeor took over love as well as transfer.
Trel: Such as?
Trel eyes narrow.
Trel zlins Tarsh again.
Tarsh: Such as a child channel who was driven out?
Trel leans back against the desk amused.
Trel: What is Zeor is just that, Zeor.
Tarsh stops himself from mentioning Alea's spying at the last moment. recalling he isn't supposed to know about that.
Trel: She can come back anytime she wants.
Trel: I tell you only because you need to understand that Zeor sees to its own.
Trel: And Alea is one of ours to see to.
Tarsh: It does? what is the rest of the tecton for then?
Tarsh: And you have done such a fine job there, of course.
Trel: Of course.
Tarsh: ~~ sarcasm ~~
Trel: As for the Tecton...
Trel simply stares.
Trel: They do what they must to keep things moving
Trel: Quite a bit of bravado from a renSime.
Trel: I must say, I now see what Alea sees in you....though it'll probably end up with you dead.
Tarsh shrugs.
Trel: Takes someone very brave or very stupid to stand up to me.
Trel: Most people would fear retribution.
Tarsh: I'm sorry? Are you threatening me, or someone behind me?
Trel turns his back on Tarsh and goes to the window.
Trel: I have no reason to threaten.
Trel ~arrogantly~
Tarsh: If you believe everything a channel tells you, you don't get far in my line of work.
Trel: It looks like you haven't gotten very far in life, zlinning the way you do.
Trel: You know, you could save us all a lot of problem by dumping Alea and sending her back to Zeor where she belongs.
Trel: She doesn't belong here.
Trel: Her job is over.
Trel: She should come back to Zeor now.
Tarsh tries to determine if Trel meant 'zlinning the way you do' in the active or passive sense...
Tarsh: ~~ false curiousity ~~ "What job is that?"
Trel: You're a renSime. She's a Farris. That's a combination for disaster[says this softly, determinedly]
Trel turns and zlins Tarsh.
Trel: Oh, I think you know. I know Veraik and since he didn't keep one part of his bargain I'm sure he hasn't kept the rest.
Trel: You know, her reports on you were very interesting.
Tarsh breathes on his fingernails and buffs them on his tunic.
Tarsh: Why thank you.
Tarsh: By the way just why can't it work? Our horoscopes not match?
Trel eyes narrow.
Trel: Don't try to tell me her field doesn't affect you.
Tarsh: ~~ evasive ~~
Trel: The last renSime i saw who fell in love iwth a
Donor ended up junct and dead.
Trel nods.
Trel: Ah huh.
Trel: Exactly.
Tarsh: That isn't what I'm interested in about her. ~~ lie ~~
Trel: Stay around her and one of you will end up hurt.
Tarsh: ~~ fear spike at 'junct' ~~
Trel: You can lie to yourself all you want...but don't try to lie to me. I've seen too many cases.
Trel: I know the feeling of that field...the way you can drown in it....wanting it..needing it..and it's not healthy for you.
Trel studies Tarsh, zlinning him again.
Tarsh trys to force himself hypo, which tirggers his turnover.
Trel: You know, there are rumors about you..and a group of people you were involved in....we have no proof..but if they are true....yes, I can see exactly why you are around Alea.
Tarsh: ~~ floor dropping out from under ~~
Tarsh: ~~ he knows! ~~\
Tarsh: ~~ desparate attempt at control ~~
Trel has his suspcions confirmed by Tarsh's reactions.
Trel: So....
Trel paces back over to the window and looks out at the snow.
Trel: I was right.
Tarsh doesn't say anything.
Tarsh wants to ask for help, but not from *him*
Trel: You can't have her, Tarsh. She's a farris.
You're only a renSime..not even a Farris renSime. What you're wanting is very dangerous...and possibly deadly.
Tarsh: Well, that's my problem, isn't it?
Trel: It's my problem too when you involve a Farris
Donor.
Tarsh: I begin to see what Fise meant by calling the
Tecton Slavers....
Trel: Cut her loose...send her back to Zeor.
Trel: Oh?
Trel: And just what do you mean by that?
Trel turns to face Tarsh, his features closed from emotion.
Tarsh: You're treating her like property. and expecting me to as well.
Trel: She is property first.
Trel: She is a Farris Donor.
Trel: Feelings, emotions come second.
Trel: Or third.
Trel shrugs.
Alea turns to the Gnome.
Alea sets mode: +o LinnH
Alea sets mode: +o NickR
Tarsh: Is this the part where you add in the threats?
Or are the bribes next?
Trel: You can't tell me you see anything more than a rich selyn field for you to bathe in...soaking up the forbidden...
Trel: Please, I know Alea.
Trel shakes his head.
Trel: Only desperation would drive someone to be around her like she is.
Trel: However....
Trel: If she comes back to Zeor, I can work with her, train her...help her with her tendency toward clutziness.
Alea: What am I going to do about him?
Tarsh: Uh, should that be '_zlin_ anything more than a rich selyn field for me to bathe in'?
Tarsh: And yes I can tell you that. Consider yourself told.
Trel shakes his head, thinking he is only lying to himself.
Trel: Well, just prepare yourself. I'm taking Alea back to Zeor with me.
Gnome: Who do you mean? Trel, Veriak, or Tarsh?
Trel: I'm sure she won't reject my offer.
Trel: When she figures out it's for the best for all concerned.
Trel turns to the door, nodding to his Donor.
Linn finishes cleaning the charcoal off of the baking pan.
Alea: He's grieving. I know he took the loss of the baby hard..but I'm worried...he hasn't slept for almost five days and now he's been asleep two days.
Tarsh: ~~ feigned surprise ~~ "You're giving her an actual offer? Isn't a direct orde more traditional?"
Trel pauses and looks at Tarsh.
Trel: She is Zeor.
Trel: She will do what is best for Zeor.
Trel sets mode: +o Gnome
Gnome: 'In that sleep what dreams may come...'
Linn heads back to Nick's room.
Nick looks up as Linn enters.
Nick: Did you find out what that smoke was?
Linn nods.
Linn: It used to be an applesauce cake. Now it's charcoal.
Linn looks at Snake.
Gnome: 'Shared pain is lessened. Shared joy is increased.'
Linn: Who was that singularly unpleasant individual, anyway?
Alea: I just don't know what to do. He is terrified to sleep. I blame myself. I was so caught up in my own gried that I didn't even realize he was affected.
Alea: =gried - grief=
Alea sighs.
Trel: She always has done what I've asked.
Tarsh: And I'm supposed to politely do you dirty work for you? Be the villian in your little play?
Trel goes out the door.
Trel looks back at Tarsh.
Trel: The dirty work?
Trel: Having her serve her house....I don't consider that dirty work but an honor.
Tarsh: I'm supposed to 'dump her' for your convience.
Trel: And for your own health.
Linn: Snake?
Gnome: A person's own fear is always their greatest enemy. Fear Kills.
Alea shakes her head again.
Alea: You know, Gnome..everyone comes to you for help..but you only leave me with more questions than answers.
Alea: I'd do anything to help him with his pain and fear...but I just don't know how...
Tarsh: ~~ nageric snort ~~ "For *my* health? I don't think so. Without her I'd be at -*"
Gnome: What about your pain and fear? Does anyone help you with that? How do they do it?
Trel zlins Tarsh closer, interested in that cut off sentence.
Alea: My pain and fear?
Alea chuckles.
Alea: What pain..fear?
Linn looks at Nick, worried.
Alea: Fear about being houseless? That's my own fault.
It was I who chose to end the reports when I found out too much...but do I even want to be a part of that house now?
Wise Snake looks up at Linn, belatedly.
Wise Snake: What?
Alea: Pain at my loss?
Linn: Who was that, and what did he want that upset you so badly?
Alea: That will go with time, Gnome.
Tarsh tries very hard to hide the fear in his nager. [
Rotsa Ruck against the Sectuib in Zeor ]
Tarsh: Will Tarsh's pain go with time?
Tarsh: == make that Gnome ==
Alea nods slowly.
Alea: I suppose it will...though I can't like seeing him suffer.
Wise Snake: That was Trelaine Farris, the Sectuib in
Zeor.
Trel slowly advances on Tarsh.
Wise Snake: He wanted me to...
Trel: Waht is it? What has you so terrified?
Trel: Your fear that I'm right?
Linn's sympathy is an invitation to continue.
Tarsh: ~~ Fear _He_ _knows_ ~~
Tarsh: No.
Trel: Yes.
Wise Snake: ...submit myself to Zeor once again.
Trel: You know I'm right.
Linn: And you don't want to.
Tarsh: You have no idea how wrong you are...
Trel: You're lying to yoruself.
Tarsh: I should lie to others, like you?
Trel shakes his head.
Wise Snake: Do you know, this never occurred to me before, but.. I don't believe Trelain Farris belongs in the position of Sectuib.
Trel: Go ahead...
Trel: Do waht you're doing...
Trel: I just hope you don't end up dead because of it.
Wise Snake: He has never seemed like a Sectuib to me.
Linn: I don't think that man belongs in the position of third manure handler in a stable. He's a born bully if there ever was one.
Tarsh: I thought you were taking her away... would make that difficult, wouldn't it?
Wise Snake: Perhaps he should be removed from the post.
Do you suppose such a thing is possible?
Wise Snake not entirely rhetorical.
Trel shrugs.
Trel: She'll come with me...but you...you'll find another Donor to latch onto.
Trel: It's waht you crave, isn't it Chutmas.
Gnome silently commiserates with Alea.
Trel: You know..you might let Zeor help you.
Linn: I don't know. You'll have to ask someone who knows more about Householding politics than I do.
Trel: Get rid of your little problem and possibly live through this mess you and Alea have created.
Wise Snake: He accused me of wanting the position of
Sectuib myself.
Wise Snake: That much was absurd, of course...
Wise Snake: But... to put someone else there... that might be worth the attempt.
Tarsh: 'Help' me? Or 'Own' me?
Tarsh: And I've seen the results of your help.
Wise Snake frowns, thoughtfully.
Alea: I guess I just have to be there...support him as he'll let me..love him and let time heal the pain...
Nick studies Snake with interest, waiting to see what she'll come up with.
Alea: Advice I should take myself..time....it'll just take time.
Wise Snake: It wouldn't do to simply make him disappear.
He has no heir and there's no telling who might end up in charge.
Wise Snake: No, it would have to be more controlled than that... perhaps to befriend one of those who could replace him, and court that person, support that person...
Linn has a sudden vision of Trel locked into the cell with the three remaining diehard anti-Tectonists.
Wise Snake dreamy expression.
Wise Snake is distracted by Linn's nageric fluctuation.
Wise Snake: Well.
Trel: It's your choice, Chutmas. But don't delude yourself into thinking that anyone here is actually going to be able to help you.
Trel sets mode: +o Tarsh
Alea sets mode: +o CptButton wisesnake looks at Nick, then up at Linn.
Alea realizes she is getting quite cold and the snow is starting to pile up on her lap...She stands.
Wise Snake: Actually Zeor isn't my problem anymore.
Wise Snake: Neither is who it's Sectuib is.
Wise Snake: It's ==== its.
Nick isn't quite able to conceal his relief.
Wise Snake looks at Nick in amusement.
Tarsh: 'Choice'? I thought you were against that on principle.
Alea: Thanks for the aavice, Gnome.
Alea: =aavice advice=
Cpt Button is now known as Gnome.
Wise Snake: Relief, Nick? Does subversive attack on public figures strike you as too much excitement?
Gnome manner says he will always be here.
Nick shrugs.
Trel: Your attitude is simply because you feel threatened. Just know Zeor would be willing to assist you in your problem if no one else here can[smiles hard]
Nick: I've no love of Householdings, and no wish to involve myself in their affairs.
Alea decides she should go in and check on Tarsh and make sure he's still asleep.
Tarsh: I'll keep that in mind _Hajene_ and give it all the consideration I feel it is due.
Trel nods and leaves.
Wise Snake: I'm afraid he probably got a very good zlin of you while he healed you, Nick.
Nick grimaces, remembering.
Wise Snake: There is a chance your excellence as a Donor will get us in trouble soon.
Tarsh exhales hard and sits down heavily.
Wise Snake: But with any luck, Trelaine Farris thinks so little of my abilities as a teacher that he assumed I could not pick a student as good as you.
Alea hurries into the Center.
Tarsh tries to damp his augmentation and turnover.
Alea brushes off the snow and goes down the hall.
Wise Snake: Or perhaps he will assume you have already been ruined.
Linn: And even if he didn't, he has no authority over either of you, really.
Alea pushes open the door and is surprised to see Tarsh awake.
Alea: Tarsh?
Alea: I thought you'd still be sleeping.
Gnome observes the garden from beneath his new white cap.
Tarsh looks up. "Alea!"
Linn: He can probably make life very unpleasant for all of us--but he can't make either of you join his House, or separate you if you decide to stay together.
Alea: Turnover....
Linn looks thoughtful.
Tarsh smiles in a half-hearted fashion. "I decided to get up finally."
Alea smiles.
Alea: You slept two days.
Tarsh: "Yes. And I was hungry there for a moment."
Wise Snake: A wisesnake I'm not myself. I'm not safe there or
Wise Snake: anywhere.
Wise Snake: == scratch that... paste accident ====
Tarsh: And I didn't dream. Thank you Alea. How have you been?
Wise Snake: Actually, I am already technically a member of his House.
Alea: Fine.
Linn: Although it would probably help to have access to some...confidential information he'd rather not have known publicly.
Nick: I thought you left?
Tarsh considers telling her about trel's visit, but decides not to.
Alea: Would you like to go try eating some lunch?
Alea: Though it is a little early.
Tarsh: Yeah I think so. I'm behind on meals.
Alea allows her hunger to show.
Alea: Me too. I haven't eaten since....sometime yesterday.
Tarsh: ~~ finds himself zlinning Alea and makes himself stop ~~
Wise Snake: No. I was ousted.
Wise Snake: Now he says that is undone.
Tarsh gets up, concerned.
Linn: I don't see how he can undo it if you refuse to rejoin.
Gnome is now known as Tamlen.
Wise Snake: It doesn't matter either way.
Alea pauses to wait for Tarsh.
Alea: Ready?
Tarsh offers his arm to Alea. "Shall we?"
Wise Snake: Some things when they're broken can't be pieced back together.
Alea slips her arm through, careful with her field because of his turnover.
Tamlen come out into the garden in a sweatsuit.
Nick: He's not going to stop trying to get you back,
Snake.
Trel is now known as Briel.
Wise Snake: Perhaps not.
Wise Snake: You would think, though, that even he would know where to draw the line.
Linn shakes her head.
Linn: He's a bully, Snake, and thinks you're his lawful prey.
Tarsh opens the door and starts towards the cafeteria with Alea.
Tamlen goes to the gazebo and starts doing some stretching exercises.
Wise Snake: One would hope that the Sectuib in Zeor would be perceptive enough to notice that his current tactics are doing nothing but making the situation worse.
Linn: He'll do or say anything he thinks will get him his way, because he thinks you are alone and can't fight back.
Alea sniffs the aroma of food appreciatively.
Linn: But you're not alone now, Snake. If he wants you, he's going to have to face down all three of us.
Nick agrees silently.
Wise Snake chuckles.
Wise Snake: Sure... sure.
Tamlen steps down onto the path and starts doing jumping jacks.
Wise Snake: Of course he will.
Tarsh grabs trays for the two of them and looks to see what is on the line.
Alea's mouth waters.
Alea: I didn't realize I was hungry until seeing the food.
Nick places a supportive hand on Snake's arm.
Tamlen returns to the gazebo and starts on sit ups.
Tarsh: Niether did I. [ smiles ]
Linn sees Nick trying to reassure Snake, and adds a hug of her own.
Tarsh: [ over casually ] "So, what happened while I was sleeping?"
Linn: You don't have to face him alone, Snake.
Alea: Oh...let's see...
Alea gets a bowl of hot steaming soup and some bread.
Alea: Well Veraik has assigned me to Tramila for transfer...
Alea: But because of the problem I won't have transfer like normal...it'll be another four weeks.
Alea: Snake came and visited me...
Alea: She crawled in through my bathroom window.
Alea gets a sandwich too.
Tarsh: Traditional as always, then?
Alea: Well...
Alea sighs.
Alea: My Sectuib is here.
Tarsh unconciously gets the same things as Alea.
Alea glances sideways at Tarsh to make sure he is getting food and to gauge his reaction.
Tarsh: [ trying to sound surprised ] "Really? What does he want?"
Alea gets a cup of hot tea, avoiding Tarsh's gaze.
Alea: Trel wants me to come back to Zeor.
Alea remembers her conversation with the Gnome and decides to be truthful.
Tarsh remains silent until they are settled at a table.
Tarsh: Why does he want that?
Alea adds sweetner to her tea.
Alea looks slowly up at Tarsh...
Tamlen switches to push ups.
Alea debates again lying, then tosses it aside.
Alea: I suppose you ought to know that my half sister was his...uh...wife....I think he's just lonely.
Tarsh: The Sectuib in Zeor has time to be lonely?
Alea chuckles.
Tarsh thinks about all the things Trel said and starts brooding.
Alea: You explain it. I left several years ago to serve
Zeor better, and now he wants me to come back. He says its to work with me, but I don't know. I already told him I wasn't going to go back.
Alea: I mean, Tramila is here for this month. I won't experience underdraw. I'm sure now he's trying to get me
Farris channels....it'll all work out.
Alea: Why should I go back when I've finally made a place for myself here.
Tarsh brightens visibly at Alea saying she isn't going back.
Alea shrugs.
Tarsh smiles at Alea's last statement.
Alea: Trel will get over it. He's actually a big teddy bear most of the time.
Tarsh scowls.
Alea glances at Tarsh and sees the scowl.
Alea: What's the matter?
Tamlen gets up and walks into the center.
Wise Snake: Linn?
Tarsh: I ... just have trouble picturing Trelaine Farris as a "big teddy bear", sorry.
Alea chukles again.
Linn gives Snake another squeeze and lets her go.
Linn: Yes?
Alea: Oh, he is spoiled, used to having his own way and can be a bear if you're on his wrong side. Fortunately,
I've never really been on his wrong side.
Alea looks away from Tarsh to hide the pain she felt for so many years of feeling outcast.
Alea: So, why aren't you eating?
Tarsh is surprosed to hear Trel has a 'right side'.
Alea projects strong hunger and picks up her spoon to taste her soup.
Wise Snake: Do you think I am simpering child wallowing in feelings of betrayal and self-importance?
Tarsh starts eating, glad of the distraction.
Tamlen weakens and goes to the cafeteria for something before his run.
Linn: No, I think Sectuib Trelaine got confused and started describing himself instead of you.
Tamlen comes into the cafeteria.
Alea sees tamlen and waves.
Alea: He's a new Donor, Tasrh. Mid first level...newly assigned here.
Tamlen nods to Alea and comes over. "Sosu."
Alea: Would you join us?
Tarsh reflects that he's behind in his paperwork again.
Tamlen: For a moment, perhaps.
Wise Snake laughs.
Tamlen goes over and gets some tea and a biscuit.
Wise Snake thinks about it and laughs more.
Wise Snake: That teacher's tongue of yours is wicked sharp.
Linn smiles, acknowledging the compliment.
Alea: Are you adjusting here okay, Tamlen?
Tamlen: Things seem straightforward enough. I haven't met Tramila yet, however.
Wise Snake: He was right about one thing, however.
Alea: Really?
Alea: She's due transfer any time now...I wonder wehre she is.
Linn raises a questioning eyebrow.
Alea: Would you like me to go look for her?
Tamlen: Yes, I should be helping her with intil at this point, I should think.
Alea sets mode: +o Tramila
Wise Snake: I shouldn't have told anyone about my problems.
Wise Snake: It's better to remain silent about those things, except within one's own circle.
Wise Snake: I regret saying anything to him, or to Alea.
Tamlen: If it isn't an inconvience. I'm not sure what she looks like.
Linn reflects that two months before, Snake didn't HAVE a circle of her own, and is pleased at the progress.
Alea: Not a problem at all.
Alea looks to Tarsh's plate.
Tarsh has finished most of his food.
Alea: Tarsh excuse me, please. I should go find
Tramilla.
Tarsh: Of course, dear.
Alea leans down and kisses him on the cheek.
Alea: Come on Tamlin.
Tamlen notes the apparent retaionship between the two.
Tamlen gets up. [ to Tarsh ] "Nice to meet you."
Alea starts toward the door.
Tamlen follows.
Alea: I would bet she is in the deferment suite.
Alea: We had a slight run in yesterday.
Tamlen: Was there a problem?
Briel is now known as Trel.
Alea: Not really....
Tramila walks back and front in front of the window.
Nick's stomach growls loudly.
Alea: I just, well...she didn't appreciate my closeness in trying to engage her field.
Alea: Come on.
Alea goes to a door and pushes it open.
Alea: Tramila.
Alea steps back for Tamlen to pass.
Tramila stops.
Alea: Veraik and I will be monitoring this, by the way,
Tamlen.
Tramila: Tramila zlins Alea .
Alea steps behind Tamlen to try and blunt her field.
Tramila zlins the lower field of Tamlan [thinking...I will not harm him. just one more transfer then Alea]
Tamlen step into the door. "Donor First Class Tamlen
Bobers requests permission to enter."
Nick looks down at his stomach, embarrased.
Tarsh stops eating and zlins off into space, brooding.
Tramila nods and zlins Tamlen's field.
Wise Snake: You should get him something to eat, Linn.
Tramila: Holds out hand. "Come to me."
Alea looks around wondering where Veraik is.
Wise Snake: I have to go talk to Rafe and ask him what in
Shen he was talking about with the Sectuib.
Linn: Well, the applesauce cake is cinders, but there's some soup left over from yesterday.
Tamlen comes in. "Pleased to meet you hajene. My apologizes for the delay."
Nick stomach growels again at the mention of food.
Linn smiles.
Tamlen: ~~ offers field support ~~
Tramila: That is all right Tamlen, a delay means you are building more selyn. [smiles weakly]
Linn: Give me ten minutes to get it hot.
Tramila uses his support.
Trel comes striding into the deferment suite.
Trel: Hello Tramila.
Trel: Alea.
Linn goes to the kitchen to get Nick's meal.
Tramila: Sectuib?
Trel nods indicating she should come to his side.
Trel: Yes.
Wise Snake gets up to go find Rafe.
Tamlen moves to block the new nager from tramila.
Tramila goes to Trel.
Nick settles back to wait for the food.
Trel: I'll be monitoring instead of Veraik.
Tramila: Why are you here?
Tamlen moves carefully to the correct balance point.
Wise Snake looks high and low and can't find Rafe anywhere.
Tramila: If you want. Veraik would have been fine.
Trel: You are Zeor...I informed Veraik, since I was here, I wanted to monitor. YOu've been shorted too many times for someone like him to take care of you if there is trouble.
Tamlen: ~~ field is carefully controlled, if a bit stiff
~~
Alea move sover to Trel, unable to believe he wants her to work with him.
Tramila: My House....yes.
Tamlen carefully looks over Trel.
Tramila turns back Tamlan and indicates the transfer couch.
Trel: Please go ahead Tamlen.
Tramila: ~~~field flat, closed, tense~~~
Wise Snake waits a little while longer for Rafe, then can't wait any longer.
Wise Snake takes to the streets, in the direction of the docks.
Trel moves into position and motions Alea to her place.
Tamlen moves carefully to the couch and takes his place.
Tamlen: ~~ need-to-give ~~
Tamlen tries to engage tramila's field.
Wise Snake feels naked without a Donor at her side.
Trel: /me zlins.
Trel zlins.
Tramila zlins but stays duo.
Tamlen smiles at Tramila. "Don't you like me?"
Tarsh is now known as Tamlen`
Tamlen is now known as null.
Tramila goes hyper. "Yes but Tamlen. I am afraid."
Tramila: I don't want to hurt you.
Tamlen: Afraid? What are you afraid of?
Tamlen: I'm a tough old trooper. I can handle it.
Tramila: I know you have a higher speed than most but you have a much lower field than I need.
Trel zlins Tamlen's confidence.
Tramila wants to smile but can not.
Wise Snake ranges through all her familiar haunts, trying to shake the ugly feelings left over from Trelaine
Farris' visit.
Tamlen: I'm sorry Hajene.
Tramila: That's quiet all right. You are trying.
Tamlen: ~~ firm determination ~~
Wise Snake thinks of JonDrake, wonders if she dares invade the Sime Center and borrow him again.
Tramila zlins Tamlen's field and feels the soothe desire filtering through her nerves.
Tamlen reaches over and starts rubbing Tramila's shoulders.
Tamlen: Just relax on my field.
Tramila sighs in relief. That feels good.
Tramila zlins his nager and knows that it is hers for the taking.
Wise Snake knows that is impossible.
Tamlen: I'm here for you.
Tramila rolls her head and relaxes, intil raising.
Wise Snake resigns herself to working alone once again, for now.
Tamlen works out along her shoulders to her upper arms.
Tramila feels the sylyn-rich field nagerically message her arms with the gift of desire to give.
Trel zlins features noncommital.
Alea: Ooh, what a line Milli[G]
Alea: You should be a writer....
Alea: Oh, you say your player IS a writer[G]hehehe.
Alea: ==ooops wrong window==
Wise Snake is now known as shadowy.
Tamlen massages the sides of Tramila's neck.
Tramila: Mmmm. Tramila raises intil, engaging his field as if she owned it.
Tamlen: Thaaats it. All this selyn just for you..
Tramila holds out her tentacles, inviting Tamlen for transfer.
Tramila: [desparation]
Trel is glad he's not the one who is going to be shorted again, though he keeps that thought from showing in his nager.
Tamlen lowers his arms onto hers.
Tramila wraps tentacles and holds....fear.
Alea thinks this is going to be her next month in
Tamlen's place and dares to hope that it might actually happen.
Tamlen leans forward slightly, ready for the fifth point but not initiating it.
Tramila zlins Alea then looks at Tamlen. [I will die before I kill.]
Tramila makes fifth contact and begins to draw slowly.
Tamlen: ~~ provides selyn as faster as it is drawn without ressitance ~~
Tamlen: == faster -> fast ==
Tramila speeds her draws, letting Tamlen set the pace.
[not fast enough]
Tamlen increases the speed.
Tramila travels through his TN3 then his TN2 levels then stops.
Tramila: ~~aborts~~~
Trel zlins.
Tamlen tries to push from his TN1 and override the abort.
Tramila takes the overdrive and stripes at Tamlen's TN1 level at a speed much slower than she needed.
Tamlen: ~~ pleasure at the movement. pushes faster ~~
Tramila takes the speed.
Tamlen: ~~ enjoys the flow ~~
Tramila zlins his selyn level getting very low.
Tamlen continues to offer selyn.
Trel cotinues to zlin ready to stop it if Tamlen goes to far.
Tamlen: ~~ flow falters as selyn levels get very low ~~
Tramila gaves one final draws with a speed only slightly too fast for Tamlen adding as much joy for him as she can give then stops.
Trel nods, satisfied...continuing to zlin.
Tamlen: ~~ surge of joy as tranfer ends ~~
Tramila holds Tamlen without withdrawing tentacles and waits for her systems to balance.
Tramila withdraws tentacles and starts to cry.
Tamlen relaxes to a neutral state to give Tramila a stable referent to work against.
Tamlen leans back against the couch feeling drained.
Trel snags Tramila's chart and begins to scribble furiously on it.
Tramila bows her head and cries harder.
Tamlen opens his eye to see tramila crying.
Trel: I will inform Veraik the transfer went fine.
Trel turns to leave.
Alea follows.
Tamlen: Go ahead and let it out.
Tamlen: Very good.
Trel leaves the room with Alea.
Tramila wraps tentacles and arms around Tamlen, crying but saying nothing else.
Alea: That went very good.
Trel: Yes, yes it did, considering she was shorted again.
Tamlen holds Tramila carefully, gently sliding hands up and down her back.
Alea: Taht won't happen next month. I have been assigned to her.
Tramila takes comfort in the warm feel of a live Donor.
[ She didn't kill.]
Trel pauses then turns toward Alea.
Tramila stops crying. "Thank you Tamlen."
Trel: Actually, Alea....that might not be right. You see, it's possible Tramila will be returning with me to
Zeor.
Tramila: You did the best job you could do.
Tamlen: My pleasure, Hajene.
Alea tries not to let her shock show.
Trel: Of course, if you came to Zeor with us, then perhaps it could be arranged.
Tramila smiles slightly.
Alea doesn't know what ot say.
Trel smiles.
Trel: THink about it.
Trel leaves Alea standing there in the hall.
Tamlen: Sorry I didn't have more.
Tramila stands. "You had best go to your post partner now Tamlen. I am sure she is waiting for you."
Tramila: I know and it is not your fault.
Tramila: I am Farris. Only another Farris is usually able to satisfy my need. You gave it all you had and that is all I could ask for.
Tamlen gets up. "Very good Hajene. Thank you, but I'm a bit old for the rest of that stuff."
Tamlen: And I just got here anyway.
Tramila: The rest of what stuff?\
Tamlen looks away, blushing.
Tramila: Tramila zlins Tamlen` .
Tramila: What?
Tramila: ===scratch the zlinning part===
Tramila: Is there a problem, Tamlen?
Tamlen: Well, I am bit old for post partners. Afraid
I'd look rather silly.
Alea goes down the hall to Veraik's office to ask him if what Trel said was true..but Veraik isn't in.
Tramila: Old? I didn't think that anyone could get too old for post partners? [amuzed]
Tamlen: Well, not entirely out of the question, but less urgent.
Tramila smiles. "I like you."
Tramila: Come. [holds out hand] Let's go for a cup of trin in the cafetaria and talk.
Tramila: I'm sorry but I'm not very post. I'm sure you understand. [smiles weakly]
Tamlen takes her hand. "sounds good."
Tamlen looks iembrassed by his failure.
Tramila: You shouldn't be embarrassed. Our transfer actually went better than I expected.
Tramila: You can only transfer what you produce and there is not shame in that.
Tamlen: The mission is what is important. Failure isn't changed b excuses.
Alea finally snatches up her cloak and goes out back.
Alea goes over to the bench by the Gnome gripping her hands together.
Null: [ snow on the path is all scuffed up from tamlen's exercises ]
Alea: Well Gome, earlier you asked about fears. I've got one for you. The fear that I'm not going to get
Farris transfer next month. How's that? How do I get over that fear?
Alea silently curses her Sectuib for what she knows is manipulation.
Null is now known as Gname.
Gname is now known as Gnome`
Gnome doesn't have an answer for that one.
Alea: He's a good man..really...just well, under a lot of pressure. But he just can't do this.
Alea stares helplessly at the snow.
Alea gets up and brushes the fresh snow off the Gnome.
Alea: I just don't understand.
Alea wishes she had her paints here.
Tramila: Only you didn't fail. [holds door open to the cafetaria door] You did the best job you could. That is never failure.
Tamlen: [ snow brushed off head forms a lopsided mustache ]
Alea: I feel like painting Gnome.
Tamlen: == make that Gnome` ==
Alea studies the Gnome with a critical eye.
Tramila pours two cups of trin and gives one to Tamlen.
Gnome wonders what color he will be this week.
Alea: I like to paint when I'm frustrated or upset and well, other things...
Alea: How would you like to be several colors instaed of this dull stone color.
Alea thinks he would look wonderful.
Tamlen thanks Tramila for the trin.
Tramila: That is what Zeor is about. Doing the best you can you, no matter and knowing if you do your best, it is not a failure.
Alea brushes the snow mustache off.
Tramila smiles.
Alea: Black, purple, pink....orange.
Alea sighs.
Alea: No, that wouldn't help at all.
Alea drops back down to the bench.
Veraik: Hello Alea.
Alea glances up.
Alea: Veraik.
Tamlen: Yeah, but somehow Mads never would go for that story.
Trel sets mode: +o Veraik
Veraik stands apart, looking at the gnome.
Tamlen sips at his tea.
Tramila: Who is Mads?
Alea: I was just uh, dusting him off.
Alea smiles.
Tamlen: I'm sorry. General Madison. My commander in my ... prvious career.
Veraik: I can see that.
Trel: What brings you out here in this frigid weather?
Alea: =trel alea=
Tramila: I see but Tamlen. Transfer is not a military operation. There is a whole set of different rules.
Tamlen: I know that. But old habits die hard.
Tramila: I'm sure they do.
Tamlen: The courage vs. fearlessness was a tough one one to rework.
Tramila: Was this your first transfer with a Farris?
Veraik: I was looking for you, Alea. Making sure that you are all right.
Tamlen: Yes it was. I've been creeping up slowly throughout my career.
Trel shrugs, then glances down at the snow under her shoes again.
Trel: =ALEA=
Alea: I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be...
Alea hesitates then looks up at Veraik.
Alea: Veraik, has trimila mentioned to you yet that she has decided to leave and go back to Zeor?
Tramila: I'm sure the Sectuib was pleased by your performance and I will also add that you did well.
Tamlen: Thank you for saying so hajene. I appretiate it.
Tramila: I'm just sorry I was unable to make you transfer.
Veraik: Go back? That is not what she told me.
Tamlen: You did hajene, it just isn't as intense as it used to be.
Tramila: ====make you transfer - make you post=====
Alea: Evidently she is. Trel mentioned it earlier.
Tamlen: Don't worry about it, hajene. I should be saying that to you.
Tramila: I made you post. [pleased look]
Tramila: And you shouldn't worry about me.
Alea sighs and looks back at the Gnome.
Tamlen: I'm a Donor. Worrying about channels is part of the job. [grins]
Tramila: I haven't had a good transfer for the past 9 months. Not even Farris could have gotten me post.
Veraik: Trel.
Veraik: And I supposed that you believed him.
Tamlen: ~~ surge of sympathy ~~ "nine months? How awful."
Alea: I don't know what to believe. I guess when I see
Tramila here next month, i'll know.
Tramila: I'll be all right, Tamlen.
Alea wraps her cloak tighter around her legs to block the wind and snow.
Tamlen: [concerned] I hope so.
Tramila: Veraik has assigned me Alea for the next two months. She's Farris.
Tramila: Having you has put me in phase with her.
Tamlen: I'm glad to hear that. She does seem a nice person.
Tramila: And for that I am gratefull.
Tamlen: Who did she serve thsi month?
Veraik: Why don't you just ask her?
Alea: I will.
Tramila: She didn't. She had a miscarriage two weeks ago.
Alea: But waht good will taht do, Veraik. She'll end up gone, just like all the tohers...
Alea: Some Donor like Simonie who is really good with
Farrises who are messed up will be avaliable and she'll be gone.
Tamlen face fall. "I'm sorry to hear that. Poor woman."
Veraik: I doubt that. She told me that she was looking forward to having transfer with you..
Tramila: Yes. I was here for her prenatal care but she had an accident.
Alea sighs.
Alea: It would be nice.
Alea studies veraik.
Veraik smiles. Everything will be fine.
Alea: Who is your partner this month?
Alea moves back just a bit from Veraik.
Veraik: I haven't been assigned yet.
Veraik: I think that Tramila is working on it.
Alea: What?
Alea is shocked.
Alea: But with your problems....
Alea resists reaching out and touching Veraik to reassure him everything will be fine.
Veraik: That is why I haven't been assigned.
Alea: But...but you need help now more than ever BECAUSE of the problem.
Veraik: Tramila said that she would monitor but ........
Tamlen drinks his tea and sighs. "So much tragedy in this world."
Tramila: True. You know. You would be a good match for our Controller if you were in phase with him.
Veraik stares at the Gnome. "I'll be all right."
[thinking I am Controller and a First, I will Controller my field.]
Veraik: ==Controller - control===
Alea: Well.
Alea stands.
Alea: I suppose I should go inside, hajene.
Veraik: Veraik zlins Alea .
Veraik: Yes, I suppose you should. You zlin like you are very cold.
Alea: I am.
Alea starts toward the back door.
Alea: Hajene...how are...your nights...if you're this close to transfer?
Veraik: I'm fine, Alea. Go inside.
Alea nods.
Alea goes inside, determined to find Trel or Tramila and demand they find someone immediately for Veraik or bad or not, she vows to sit up with him all night to keep the needmares away.
Tamlen: I still haven't met hajene Veriak, actually.
Tramila: He's a good man but don't tell him. He's not supposed to know. [smiles]
Tamlen smiles. "Non-coms are always saying that about their men."
Gnome regards Veriak solomnly.
Tramila: Always back to the military. [sips the last of her tea]
Alea goes inside...sees Tramila in the cafeteria.
Veraik: What are you looking at?
Alea knows it's probably rude, but she goes up to Tramila.
Alea: Excuse me.
Veraik: You know that I will die during my next transfer so accept it.
Tramila: Oh hello Alea. Please sit down.
Tramila: Would you like me to get you a cup of trin?
Tamlen gestures a greeting to Alea.
Alea: No...I just have one question for you then I'll leave you alone.
Alea nods stiffly to Tamlen.
Alea: Why hasn't Veraik been assigned someone yet for trasnfer when he's only a week away?
Gnome: It isn't I who would have to accept it.
Veraik kicks the Gmone. "Stupid Gnome." [walks away]
Alea: Do you know...of course you know..he's in dependency with me.
Alea: Can you imainge what his dreams are like?
Alea: With no Donor there for him?
Alea: Can you?
Alea: Why?
Tramila: I haven't been able to find the right transfer partner for him. His will be a very difficult one and so his Donor must be extremely experienced.
Gnome is now known as null.
Alea: Tramila, if you are Trel don't have someone here for him by this evening, I won't let him walk around without someone by his side...no matter how dangerous my presence might be.
Alea: ==are or==
Alea is horrified to think that Veraik is only a week from transfer and has no one for support.
Tramila: If you do that, Veraik will surely die during his transfer.
Alea: He's going to die any way if you don't get him a transfer partner.
Alea narrows her eyes.
Alea: Find him someone.
Alea turns and leaves...
Tramila: Alea?
Alea pauses.
Alea: Yes?
Tramila: I look forward to our transfer next month.
Alea totally forgot about what Trel had said in light of
Veraik's words.
Alea: Oh.
Alea: Uh.
Alea: You are planning on being here?
Alea: Trel mentioned you were probably going back to
Zeor with him.
Tramila: [little laugh] Trel likes to dream a lot too.
Alea allows the relief to flood her.
Alea: Good.
Alea: I look forward then, to it too, hajene.
Alea nods to Tamlen.
Alea: Forgive my interruption, Tamlen.
Tamlen: Not at all, sosu.
Alea nods.
Alea leaves.
Tramila: And now that I've had transfer, I promise to look harder for Veraik.
Alea is too frustrated to believe Tramila at this point so she ignores the remarks and continues on down the hall.
Tramila: So Tamlen. Where is your next transfer?
Tamlen: I have no idea, actually.
Tramila: Why don't we get you a room until your traveling orders come through.
Tramila: The Center could always use a good First Order
Donor nager.
Tamlen: A room is one Thing I do have already, thanks.
Tramila: Effeciency. Isn't it a wonderful thing?
Tamlen: Yes. when you can find it.
Tramila: Yes. True.