Sime~Gen Roleplaying on IRC: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #69: (11/7/97)
Trel: Tramila, I've should talk to you. I'm leaving within hte hour.
Trel comes down the stairs with his small overnight bag in hand.
Tramila: Sectuib? Come in.
Tramila: Tea?
Trel goes into her office.
Trel: No.
Trel: We should talk.
Trel zlins Tramila.
Trel: I am required back at Zeor on urgent business, but
I must speak to you first.
Trel: I want you back at Zeor.
Trel: Within the week.
Tramila sits down and listens.
Tramila: A week? You know I can't do that.
Trel: But you can.
Trel: You have no reason to be here other than Alea.
Trel: There is a pregnancy at Zeor...two in fact, that I want you monitoring.
Trel: Alea has lost her child. You are more use to us at Zeor.
Tramila: The Tecton has assigned me to Alea for transfer next month.
Trel: I can see your transfer changed.
Trel: As a matter of fact, I want it changed.
Tramila: And all of the Farris Donors have been assigned.
Trel: It doesn't matter.
Tramila: Trel, I NEED a Farris Donor. I don't think I can last much longer.
Trel: I want you back at Zeor as soon as possible.
Trel: If Alea wants Farris transfer, she can come back too.
Tramila: Alea is here and I can zlin that she needs it as well.
Tramila sits back and thinks.
Trel: I want you both out from under Veraik's control.
Trel: I don't want any of my house under that man's control.
Tramila: No. Alea Won't go back and frankly, I like it here besides...if I am here I can zlin what is going on and report back to you.
Trel's eyes narrow.
Trel: That is Alea's decision, if she stays. But I want you back.
Trel: If she has any sense, she'll come back to Zeor and soon.
Trel: She'll forget about that renSime who is obsessed with her field ...
Trel shakes his head.
Veraik changes topic to "Bender Cove Sime Center -
Roleplaying"
Trel: You have a week to be there.
Trel: I'll deal with Alea.
Trel: Now I have to go.
Trel turns toward the door.
Tramila stands. "No."
Trel: Don't cross me on this Tramila.
Trel: You'll regret it down the road.
Tramila: I'm sorry Sectuib but that is not right.
Tramila: I will NOT be shorted again because it means your fancy.
Tramila: I have a Donor and she is Alea.
Trel snorts.
Tramila: I need it. She needs it.
Tramila: We are here.
Trel: As much as I love Alea...you don't realize what you are getting into with her.
Tramila: Perhaps.
Trel: She is a mess, she can't serve you....she'll end up hurting you.
Trel: That's one reason I want her back.
Trel: Anyway.
Tramila: But just remember that if you pulls us out, it may be even worst for the House.
Trel: I doubt that.
Trel: WIth what Veraik is doing...I don't trust him...
Tramila: After all, you else will keep an eye on Wise
Snake.
Trel: Oh, I have people watching her...don't worry about that.
Tramila: Rafael? [snort] I doubt it.
Trel: Look, I have to go.
Trel: Just be back at the house or you will have a lot of explaining to do.
Tramila: Alea does just fine. She has grown and learned a lot.
Trel goes out the door.
Trel snorts at Tramila's words, going down the hall.
Tramila: And you can thank Veraik for her growth.
Trel: You haven't been her long enough to know anything tramila..i have the reports.
Tramila: You let Alea down and now you are trying to keep her down.
Tramila: I won't allow that.
Trel shrugs at the front door.
Trel: It's your own career. Risk it if you will.
Trel: Goodbye Tramila.
Trel leaves.
You are now known as Alea.
Tramila sits back, shaking then reaches for the phone and calls the Tecton HQ.
Alea comes down the stairs and to Tramila's door.
Alea signals.
Tramila: She knew she shouldn't go against her House, but this was her life. She had to have Alea.
Tramila: She knew that as soon as she returned that Trel to reassign her to another, lesser rated non-Farris channel.
Alea signals again, growing concerned.
Tramila finishes her phone call and answers the door.
Alea: How are you today, tramila?
Tramila: [still shaking] I'm fine.
Tramila: Come in.
Alea ~~soothing~~
Alea: I would guess Trel has been here?
Alea goes inside.
Tramila using Alea's field to calm herself.
Tramila: Yes.
Alea: I just dont' understand. Trel wasn't like this when I knew him. Why has he become such a cold man?
Alea moves up to Tramila and takes her elbow, escorting her over to the couch.
Alea: I found a Donor...ZillaD is willing to come back...as a matter of fact, she arrived late last night.
Jon Drake comes downstairs to the kitchen to get some hot tea and something to eat.
Alea: She feels guilty for not staying last time and thought she should help since she had no assignment
Tramila lets her, zlinning.
Tramila: Zilla?
Alea: Yes, a potention for Zeor.
Alea: Potential.
Alea: She's with Veraik now.
Tramila: Oh, her I seem to remember her, zlinnig Alea.
Tramila: [whispers] Veraik.
Alea: Yes.
Alea: Veraik.
Alea: We are in a bind, Tramila and...well....we're going to need your help to get out of it.
Alea drops her eyes.
Alea ~guilt~
Tramila engulfs her field and wathces as Alea's selyn production increases to match her own.
Tramila strokes Alea's sooth arm with her tentacles.
Alea: It's my fault, Tramila that we are in this mess.
Tramila watches the pretty field and the pulsing selyn in
Alea's body, refusing to think about the Sectuib in
Zeor's threat.
Alea: I want to see Veraik out of it...and well...I have an idea.
Alea glances up at Tramila uneasily.
Alea: But you are the only one who can do what I'm thinking about.
Tramila: The field...Alea's field....building in time to her depletion.
Jon Drake looks through the refrigerator while sipping his tea. He finds nothing interesting and decides to go to the cafeteria instead.
Linn: So what does Alea have in mind?
Linn: ==oops, wrong screen==
Alea gives Tramila a minor nageric slap.
Alea: Tramila.
Tramila blinks then looks. "Alea?"
Tramila: I'm sorry. Were you saying something?
Alea thinks this is going to be a long month if Tramila can't act like a Farris
Alea: Yes, Tramila, I was.
Alea: I am worried about Veraik.
Alea: You have had your transfer. He hasn't.
Alea: And his life is in danger.
Veraik paces in front of the window, trying not to zlin the irritating nager on the other side of the woom.
Tramila: Veraik? Oh, you are right. I'm sorry.
Tramila: The Sectuib was here.
Alea: Yes, well, it would have been nice for him to help.
Alea: But, I think you are just as qualified as a Farris channel.
Alea: Veraik is in dependency with me.
Tramila: Yes. I mean, no.
Alea: We have to break that, without destryoing him in the process.
Tramila: I'm...sorry...of course. We have to help him.
Alea ~guilt at troulbe she caused Veraik with her impulsiveness~
Tramila stands.
Tramila: Tramila zlins Alea .
Alea: Uh, what I'm suggesting, Tramila is a Zeor technique.
Tramila: No guilt Alea. It happens.
Alea looks away from Tramila
Tramila: The backflow method?
Tramila takes a deep breath and relaxes.
Alea: Null backcurrent.
Alea nods.
Tramila: Thank you, Alea. For being therr.
Alea: Normally we wouldn't consider it..ever...but you are from Zeor....
Tramila: Let's do it but wait, Veraik doesn't have a
Donor yet.
Alea: You could handle this....
Jon Drake is now known as OGaea.
Alea: Yes, Tramila, he does. Zilla arrived last night.
Tramila: Yes I can. Actually, I have done it before.
Alea ~relieved~
Tramila: Zilla? I've heard she is good.
Alea glances at tramila.
Tramila: When is Veraik due?
Alea: You would have to ask him.
Alea knows Veraik and wouldn't dare guess worried that she would tick him off.
Alea hesitates and decides she can tell Tramila.
Alea: Actually, if you only want an estimate...we are talking within the next half hour.
Alea: He's been augmenting and I can't pin it down...exactly...but that would be my closest estimation.
Tramila: Oh. that is barely enough time to set up the null backcurrent outfunction.
Alea: That's why i came to you now. I am really worried about him...I think we need to try the backcurrent method.
Alea: Yes.
Tramila: You said that Zilla was with her?
Alea stands.
Tramila: Let's go.
Tramila holds the door open for Alea.
Alea goes to the door and down the hall.
Tramila follows.
Alea goes to Veraik's door and signals.
Alea: I'm glad you are here, Tramila.
Alea looks at Tramila and smiles tentatively.
Tramila nods. "Me, too."
Zilla D stans by Veraik's side, projecting desire to give.
Alea nods once.
Tramila adjust her nager, using Zeor techniques to calm herself.
Veraik rejects the bad nager.
Veraik: Veraik zlins Alea .
Zilla D: Hajene...
Zilla D steps in between him and the door to blunt Alea's nager.
Zilla D opesn the door.
Tramila: Veraik. [controls ambient to block Alea's field]
Alea steps behind Tramila as they enter.
Zilla D reaches out and touches Veraik's elbow.
Veraik: Veraik zlins ZillaD .
Zilla D: You have to want to break this dependency Veraik or my help is going to be totally useless.
Veraik: Alea?
Zilla D projects her desire to give.
Alea: Yes?
Veraik turns to Zilla again.
Alea keeps her focus on Tramila.
Veraik nods. "Yes. I have to break it." [turns back.]
Zilla D relieved.
Zilla D motions to the transfer lounge.
Zilla D: Please sit down, hajene.
Tramila: Veraik. Focus on your Donor and not on Alea.
Veraik does want Zilla asks.
Zilla D seats herself too.
Zilla D reaches out with her field meshing with Veraik.
Alea looks to Tramila.
Alea: Will you explain or do you want me to?
Alea moves over to the opposite side of the transfer couch from where Tramila will stand.
Tramila: Have you heard of a null backcurrent, Veraik?
Zilla D looks curious.
Veraik: Yes, Tramila. I have. [gritted teeth] I have studied all the Zeor techniques]
Zilla D turns back to Veraik and lays her hands on his shoulders.
Zilla D: Relax, hajene.
Veraik realxes somewhat now that he understands what
Tramila is palnning.
Alea sees Zilla's odd look and explains.
Veraik focusses on Zilla's nager and relaxes under her hands.
Alea: It is a simple technique where you create a second dependency to nullify the first.
Alea: If you balance it just right, something only a
Farris from Zeor who has had extensive trainging can do, then you come out with no dependency.
Zilla D: Ah.
Zilla D: How does it work exactly?
Tramila controls the fields while she listens to Alea's explaination, clearly pleased that she is so versed in the subject.
Alea: You will establish as deep a link as you can.
Alea: Then Tramila will monitor.
Alea: She will judge the time spent in tratholo against
Veraik's affinty for Alea.
Alea: And when she signals, Veraik will initiate the flow.
Alea: YOu must be totally passive, Zilla.
Alea: Totally. Just think of it as traininig for Zeor one day.
Alea smiles.
Zilla D smiles at Veraik.
Tramila: Alea's nager to soothing to her but she makes sure that Veraik doesn't zlin her tight focus on Alea.
Zilla D: I can do that, hajene.
Zilla D runs her hands from Veraik's shoulders gently down his arms, traching each sheath as she does.
Veraik is unable to smile in his need.
Veraik shudders and zlins.
Zilla D: I'm here, hajene....zlin my desire to help you.
Veraik: Trautholo.
Zilla D reaches out and slides her smaller hands up his larger ones, touching his wrists slightly.
Veraik zlins the selyn-rich nerves pulsating with desire to give.
Zilla D establishes trautholo.
Tramila: Back of just a bit, Zilla. Veraik is unable to breathe.
Zilla D does as she says.
Zilla D: ==she tramila==
Veraik only knows Zilla and her nager.
Tramila zlins Veraik's progress.
Zilla D keeps the link as deep as she can.
Alea moves to adjust to the fields and then waits.
Tramila zlins the moment of commitment coming.
Veraik needs.
Zilla D waits patiently, holding steady.
Tramila: Now. Veraik. Transfer now.
Veraik, with tentacles wrapped tightly, leans forward and makes fifth contact.
Zilla D is totally passive, allowing Veraik to control.
Veraik: He strips selyn for Zilla's GN levels then takes the TN levels in a fury.
Tramila zlins for problems.
Zilla D ~~desire, excitement joy at giving~~
Veraik continues to draw, taking the lower TN1 then the middle and draws on part of her upper level.
Veraik feels Zilla'
Zilla D ~~fulfillment, contentment~~
Veraik feels Zilla's joy, desire and excitement and takes in all in.
Veraik closes the transfer and pulls back from the fifth contact, simply sitting in one position quietly.
Zilla D smiles dreamily feeling restored, utterly confident again at serving as a Donor.
Zilla D: Oh, hajene.....
Veraik: Thank you Zilla.
Zilla D smiles.
Zilla D: Thank you.
Veraik looks around. I think it worked.
Veraik: [A little sad]
Tramila zlins. "Yes. It did."
Alea smiles.
Veraik: I'm sorry Alea.
Alea shakes her head.
Alea: It was my fault, hajene.
Alea: Let us not discuss it any more.
Veraik: I agree.
Tramila: Come Alea. Let's go.
Alea nods and leaves.
Linn: Oh, well, I can always sign off and work on
D O U B T F U L DOCUMENT. See y'all at 7:30 or thereabouts.
Veraik shows Zilla to the door as well.
Linn: ==oops, wrong window again.
Zilla D concerned.
Zilla D: You shouldn't be alone for your post...shall I send someone to yoU?
Veraik smiles.
Veraik: I guess.
Zilla D sees the smile and is relieved to see he can smile.
Zilla D: Why don't we go for a walk....
Veraik goes to his desk and sits down.
Veraik: All right.
Zilla D takes that as a no and goes to find someone to sit with him.
Veraik grabs his Liorie cape and leaves with Zilla.
O Gaea is now known as JonDrake.
Zilla D is now known as Stranger.
Stranger staggers, holding her stomach.
Jon Drake leaves the cafeteria and heads over to the lobby to see what his duties for the day are.
Stranger staggers up the steps of the Sime Center, zlinning.
Stranger pushes the door open.
Stranger ~~need~~
Jon Drake is reading, hears the door open. Looks up.
Stranger Is this the....the...Sime Center.
Stranger gasping for breath.
Jon Drake runs to the Sime.
Stranger: I...I..need....a....Donor....
Stranger goes hyper at Jon's approach.
Stranger back duoconscious "my Gen was killed...I was trying to make it home"
Jon Drake moves his field to keep Stranger hypo or duo.
Stranger drops to the floor doubling over.
Stranger groans, shaking.
Stranger keeps her arms wrapped around her middle.
Jon Drake takes the stranger, and leads the Sime to an available room.
Stranger ~~hard need~~
Stranger shudders at the closeness of JOn's field.
Jon Drake keeps his field even...
Jon Drake hits the intercom button on the way in.
Stranger goes hyper zlinning.
Jon Drake: Channel to emergency room!
Stranger in hunting mode tracks Jon.
Jon Drake notices and holds steady.
Stranger zlins the rich ripe selyn field shifting, flowing and ebbing....
Jon Drake adjusts his field to pull the Stranger duo.
Stranger's tentacles slip out and she slowly advances on the field.
Jon Drake: Just relax. We'll have help in a moment.
Stranger gasps
Stranger trembles...
Stranger: Now...I...I...
Jon Drake guides the Stanger back to the bed.
Stranger hesitates, poised to attack.
Jon Drake holds most of his field in, leaving just enough to moderate the ambient.
Stranger intil raised.
Jon Drake tries to make an assessment of the Sime's situation.
Stranger goes hyper again, tentalces lashing.
Stranger falters ... staggers, then lugnes, grabbing
Jon Drake in transfer position.
Stranger goes for fifth contact point.
Jon Drake allows some contact, but is still trying to slow the situation.
Stranger uses her strength to pull him forward.
Stranger establishes fifth contact and begins to draw.
Jon Drake finds no other option but to allow the renSime to draw.
Stranger quickly draws as much as her renSime system can draw.
Stranger reaches her limit of selyn.
Stranger finally let's go of Jon Drake.
Jon Drake relaxes.
Stranger stands still for a moment before opening her eyes.
Jon Drake looks to Stranger, wishing he could zlin to see just how she is.
Jon Drake: Hello?
Stranger: You lorsh.
Stranger wipes her mouth across the back of her arm.
Stranger: Tecton...ugh.
Stranger looks at her ronaplin on Jon's arms and shudders at what she did.
Jon Drake is curious.
Stranger backs up.
Stranger: My Gen was...killed.
Stranger shudders.
Stranger burys her face in her hands and begins to weep.
Stranger: Lore was killed....
Jon Drake: I need you to just relax here a bi.
Jon Drake: Bit.
Jon Drake offers sympathy.
Stranger looks up...disgust on her face.
Stranger: Not in this thrice cursed place.
Stranger: This has tecton written all over it, down to the standard issued white paint on the walls.
Stranger takes a step back again, eyeing the door behidn
Jon.
Stranger: I have no use for you or this place. I only want to get home.
Jon Drake: You are not in good shape.
Jon Drake: You are not in need, but you are not healthy yet.
Jon Drake: Please, tell me what happened.
Stranger eyes the door again.
Jon Drake lets his field show his concern.
Stranger begins to cry again.
Stranger: Raiders got my partner, Lore...
Stranger: I couldn't make it back......home......
Jon Drake: Raiders?
Jon Drake: Can I get you some Fosbine, it should help.
Stranger shrugs.
Stranger: I don't want anything from you people.
Stranger leans against the edge of the bed weakly.
Jon Drake: Let me help.
Stranger looks up at Jon Drake and then collapses in a heap.
Jon Drake looks over the renSime.
Jon Drake is a little relieved to see her collapse.
Jon Drake checks the basic signs--checks for regular breathing.
Stranger [feverish]
Jon Drake determines that she will be stable here for a moment. He goes to have the Fosbine ready.
Jon Drake returns quickly with the fosbine.
Stranger [unconscious]
Jon Drake notices the fever and gets a cold wet cloth.
Jon Drake lifts her head just enough to dribble a small amount of fosbine between her lips, urging a reflexive swallowing.
Stranger coughs then moans.
Stranger swallows.
Jon Drake wishes one of the Channels would show up soon.
Jon Drake positions the pillows to support her.
Stranger moans again, pushing JOn's hand away from her.
Stranger: Leave.me....alone.
Stranger's arm drops weakly back to her side.
Jon Drake looks for any of the more obvious signs to determine exactly what is wrong.
Jon Drake: The talk of the dead companion makes him think to look for injury.
Jon Drake: No, drink some more of this.
Jon Drake: Let me help.
Jon Drake: Where does it hurt?
Stranger turns her head, and winces.
Jon Drake: ~~~concern~~~
Stranger: Shendoni raiders[whispers it before another harsh round of bubbling coughing in her chest]
Stranger looks around and wonders how she got into bed.
Jon Drake modulates his field to help the cough.
Alea decides to go for a walk.
Jon Drake: What did they do to you?
Stranger starts at Jon's foice.
Stranger: =foice..face==
Stranger: They wanted my gen.
Stranger: I didn't want them to have Lore.
Stranger shrugs then winces again.
Jon Drake nods, projects understanding.
Jon Drake: I'm sorry...
Stranger eyes are haunted.
Stranger: But they got him anyway.
Linn is now known as NickR.
Alea wraps her cloak about her and goes outside...
Stranger shudders and begins to weep again.
Stranger thinks despite the attack on the Donor by her, she still had a decent transfer...even if he IS tecton...
Nick gets up and manages to get his breakfast, since
Snake is out working and Linn is lecturing the Anti-
Tectonist prisoners.
Alea goes down the street...glancing around at the piles of snow...avoiding as best she can the slick spots.
Jon Drake offers support.
Nick feels so much better that he decides to go out for a while.
Jon Drake: I need to check you for injuries.
Jon Drake projects confidence.
Stranger is despondent, shrugging at the Donor standing over her.
Stranger: They thought to freeze me to death....while I watched...
Stranger shudders as she remembers just waht they did to
Lore.
Jon Drake realizes that this Sme seems to fit some of what he's read of Distect movements.
Nick bundles up warmly, stopping by the bathroom to grab the three bottles of questionable, possibly-tampered
Farris medicines Snake stole from the Sime Center.
Alea goes down the street past the shiltpron parlor.
Nick: I might as well take these by the Sime Center and see if they'll give me some nonpoisonous substitutes.
Nick has a few other things he wants to do at the Sime
Center, as well.
Stranger moves to her back, wincing in pain as she does.
Jon Drake: Let me help you .
Jon Drake moves to ease her down.
Stranger sucks in a sharp breath.
Alea goes into a house...unknown to anyone she knows
You are now known as Briel.
Jon Drake: You are still in pain. They did more than make you watch.
Briel comes striding down the hall, having just finished breakfast.
Briel zlins JD and pauses...then hurries into the room.
Briel: What's going on here.
Jon Drake: Let me examine you for injuries please,
Miss...?
Briel zlins Jon then the stranger on the bed.
Stranger: Jules....
Stranger is now known as JulesStrn.
Nick makes his way through the slushy streets, stepping carefully to avoid slipping on the ice.
Briel: Well jon?
Jon Drake: Briel! I'm glad you're here!
Jon Drake: She's injuried.
Briel zlins his lowered field and KNOWS what happened.
Briel zlins Jules.
Jon Drake: ===injured===
Briel: Get me a gown.
Briel begins stripping the renSime.
Jules Strn renSIme allows it stoicly.
Briel: Shen..what happened to you.
Briel looks to Jon for an answer expecting him to knwo.
Jon Drake nods.
Jon Drake hurries and gets the gown.
Briel zlins the bruises over her body...including the ones over her tentacles...
Briel shudders.
Briel reaches for her to do a lateral contact.
Jon Drake: She was attacked by Raiders.
Jon Drake: They killed a Gen she was travelling with,
Lore.
Jules Strn pulls back.
Jules Strn: Perverts!
Briel pulls back, shocked...looks back at Jon Drake.
Briel: Excuse me?
Briel zlins her closer.
Nick finds himself tiring sooner than expected, and stops at a diner for a cup of tea.
Briel: What did she say Jon when she came in?
Jon Drake moves forward.
Briel ~suspicous~
Jon Drake: Let me help.
Jon Drake lets his field sharpen the nager so Briel can zlin accurately without contact.
Jules Strn: I don't want no perverted Sime touching me.
Keep your tentacles to yourself.
Jules Strn: I don't even want to be in this place.
Jules Strn shudders, keeping her arms out of reach of the channel's.
Jon Drake: Jules appears to be non Tecton.
Briel: Distect....
Briel's lip turns up in disgust.
Jon Drake: I understand.
Jon Drake: I need Briel to help me.
Briel thinks of being disjunct and how dangerous that can be..and has no sympathy for this woman.
Jon Drake: She can zlin the injuries I can't see.
Jon Drake: I need her to help me help you.
Jules Strn: She's not touching me.
Jon Drake: Understand, Jules?
Jules Strn ~~loathing~~
Nick finishes his tea and continues towards the Sime
Center.
Jon Drake realizes the only way to get her cooperation is to take the dominant position.
Briel steps back coolly.
Jon Drake: Briel, help me please?
Briel: What do you have in mind?
Jon Drake: She will assist me, though.
Nick is thoroughally chilled and more than a little damp when he finally makes it through the door of the Sime
Briel steps back.
Briel: I want nothing to do with her. When and if she decides she wants a channel's help..call me.
Briel whirls and leaves the room, shuddering in distaste.
Jon Drake: What have you zlinned of her injuries?
Briel goes down the hall.
Jules Strn: How can you let one of them touch you.
Jules Strn says to Jon.
Nick looks around, deciding that Linn is right, they never seem to have anyone at the desk in the lobby.
Briel zlins a Donor in the lobby and realizes it is Nick.
Briel smiles.
Briel goes into the lobby.
Briel: Hello Nick.
Nick thinks that Snake would be dead from entran if she treated her customers that way.
Briel zlins Nick closely.
Jon Drake: Briel...
Nick: Hello, Briel. I don't suppose Tramila is around, is she?
Jon Drake turns back to Jules.
Briel: She went out...should be back soon though.
Jon Drake: Ok....
Briel: How can I help you.
Briel moves forward.
Jules Strn: It's..disgusting, perverted.
Nick tries his best to zlin uninviting.
Jon Drake: Without her help, I'll need yours.
Jon Drake: You don't know her, Jules.
Briel ignores Nick's attitude....and motions with a tentacle to lead him to her office.
Briel: Right this way. We can talk in my office.
Jon Drake: Now Jules. I need you to be very clear.
Nick decides that after living for months in a Sime
Center with multiple Farrises, Briel might at least be able to help with the medicines.
Jules Strn: As long as you keep her away from me.
Jon Drake: I need to examine you for injuries, and I need you to tell me about any internal injuries.
Jon Drake sighs.
Nick allows himself to be steered to Briel's office.
Briel: So, what brings you here in search of a channel?
Jules Strn reluctnatly nods...anything to keep the perverts tentacles off her.
Nick notices how attentive Briel seems, and wishes he'd brought Linn along to act as a buffer.
Jon Drake continues the process that Briel started.
Jules Strn: JD..er..Jon would normally be here..but they've reassigned him this month and I have no Donor yet. But I don't think your field is going to bother me.
Jules Strn: ==Briel said that==
Jules Strn: Three cracked ribs...
Jules Strn: Brusing....some small areas of leakage...
Jon Drake removes Jules clothing and begins to look for injuries.
Jules Strn: Most of the damage to my tentacles is superfical, swelling..thank,...well they didn't do injury to my....laterals before I escaped.
Nick: Well, I have some matters I wish to discuss with
Hajene Tramila, but perhaps you can help me with something else.
Jules Strn: Some muscles are torn...
Briel: Oh?
Briel sits forward, very interested.
Nick tries to stay polite while making his own lack of interest in Briel clear to zlin.
Nick: Yes.
Jon Drake moves his hands over the injuries. Projecting
Gen need to give, working to enhance healing.
Jon Drake: Thank you Jules. You're doing fine.
Jules Strn: Augmenting to break some of the bounds is what did a lot of the damage to the muscles...
Nick: Me reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the three bottles of pills.
Jules Strn nods.
Briel zlins Nick's actions.
Nick: These are from the Sime Center, from the same--
Acquision--as the ones that almost murdered Snake.
Jon Drake works on those injuries, clearing out fatigue toxins as well.
Briel takes them and opens the bottles...
Nick: I was wondering if you could find me some uncontaminated replacements.
Briel zlins.
Briel: Shen.
Briel dumps them in the trash.
Briel: I can check...but your best bet is to get another
Farris to look at them.
Briel: Tramila is gone...
Jules Strn thinks about Alea nad sighs.
Jules Strn: We DO have another Farris around..but I wouldn't suggest her....
Jules Strn: Shen.
Jules Strn: ====BRIEL again==
Nick nods.
Nick: I've met Alea.
Jon Drake works to relax Jules while he's working on the physical injuries.
You are now known as JulesDist.
Jules Strn is now known as Briel.
Briel: Upi jave.
Briel: You have?
Briel: Ah..
Briel: I'm not sure if she is around or not.
Briel: I'd suggest you wait and talk to Tramila though.
Jon Drake: See? Not all of us Tecton lorshes are that bad. :-)
Jules Dist: Uninformed.
Jules Dist: You are uniformed Donor if you stay here.
Briel zlins Nick again.
Briel: So, do you know yet when Snake is going to qualify you?
Jon Drake: Well, I've learned a lot since I've been here.
Nick shrugs.
Nick: I'm sure she'll let me know.
Jules Dist: Like how to sacrifice yourself to being passed around month by month.
Briel smiles.
Briel: You know, NIck...Snake is a farris...and you aren't quite up to her yet. She might want you to get some practice with a lower level channel first.
Briel: You ought to talk to her about that.
Jon Drake pauses.
Jules Dist: That's the Tecton for you, Donor.
Jules Dist: Donor..how...how..COLD that sounds.
Jules Dist: How about partners, who never have to leave the side of their Sime.
Nick has had enough exposure to Snake's posessiveness that he can easily imagine her reaction to such a suggestion.
Jules Dist: Simes and Gens, together, working together, learning all there is to know about each other....never having to worry who will be there from month to month.
Jules Dist: That is waht the true Sme Gn relationship is all about.
Jon Drake thinks..
Briel: Or maybe you can get her to come here and I'll be glad to talk to her.
Jon Drake thinks about Briel.
Jon Drake: That would be nice.
Jules Dist: It is nice.
Jules Dist: Lore and I had been together three years.
Jules Dist: THREE years...
Jules Dist ~~grief~~
Jules Dist: In the Tecton they wouldn't have allowed that.
Jules Dist: The Tecton has no right to govern your transfer...the filthy lorshes.
Briel: Think about it Nick.
Briel: We could use a temporary Donor for one month.
Briel: It'd be a way to qualify you...and then you oculd go back to Snake next month.
Nick has actually be thinking about it quite a bit.
Nick: I don't think Snake would approve.
Briel zlins Nick's bright field.
Nick remembers his frustration not long ago, when Snake turned from him to Rafe for her transfer.
Jon Drake: I don't know how to answer you, Jules.
Jules Dist: Why don't you just come with me...let me show you...
Jules Dist coughs again, hard and falls back.
Jon Drake: Well, right now, you're not going anywhere.
Jon Drake: We still have work to do.
Briel zlins Nick's frustration.
Briel: It would only be for a month...
Briel softly.
Jon Drake realizes that the reminder of her injuries has brought him back to what's needed.
Briel: I could qualify you....
Briel: I bet Snake wouldn't mind....if we explained...
Jon Drake: Where were you brought up, Jules?
Nick then remembers Trel's visit the previous day, and imagins placing himself under the authoritiy of Trel, or even Veraik.
Jules Dist: I lived outTerritory for awhile...
Jon Drake: I'm from out territory myself. Farfall.
Nick: I'm not Tecton, Briel, and I never will be.
Briel: One month, Nick...you'd be here for transfer...a day or two before for us to get used to each other...
Jules Dist: Bayton.
Briel chuckles.
Briel: I can zlin that Nick.
Briel: But you have the potential to be a shenned good
Donor.
Jon Drake: Ah...
Nick thinks that Briel has been zlinning far too much of him lately.
Jules Dist sucks in a breath before coughing again, gasping as she tries to catch her breath.
Briel: You're uneasy about something, Nick?
Nick has always considered active drooling an undignified activity for an adult.
Briel gets up and comes around her desk to lean against it.
Jon Drake focusses assistance to the lungs and bronchial tubes.
Jules Dist breathing eases.
Jules Dist: I came inTerritory when I changed over...it was awful.
Jules Dist: I had to take transfer from channels....
Jules Dist: I'd had a Gn the first time...and he didn't die so I knew I could take tranfer from a Gen and he would live.
Jules Dist coughs again, her fever showing in her face.
Jules Dist: I didn't even last a year before I met some friends who told me there was another way.
Jules Dist: The bad transfers were over....
Jules Dist: The not knowing from month to month gone.
Nick wonders how to warn Briel off without alienating her and losing Snake the medications she requires.
Jules Dist: The having a channel switched at the last minute a worry of the past.
Nick: Look, Briel. You're a very nice person, but I'm pledged to Snake.
Jules Dist: And the constant pain of fighting my natuarl incliantions of having a Gn in transfer and at my side.....
Jon Drake: I left home when I was still a kid--after my half brother was murdered.
Briel: Of course you are Nick.
Briel nods.
Briel: However...let's see about this month....we'll talk to her....
Briel smiles.
Jon Drake: I've been here a couple of months.
Jules Dist: And ended up here...in territory where they don't care about you except as a machine to help the perverts.
Jon Drake: For the most part, I've been happy here.
Nick: Perhaps you had best discuss it with Controller
Veraik, first.
Nick: He might have another Donor in mind for you.
Jon Drake: Being able to help people.
Jules Dist: Help?
Jules Dist: Who are you helping?
Jules Dist: The channels who use you?
Jules Dist: What about the renSimes who need help...who want transfer without the benefit of a channel?
Jules Dist: Are you helping them?
Jon Drake: Well, I'm helping you, for one.
Jules Dist: Yeah...but it'll hit the fan as soon as a channel finds out.
Nick reflects that his brief time in the Tecton training camp taught him the Tecton chain of command, even if they never got around to teaching him anything else.
Jules Dist: I don't doub that frigid bitch that was just in here is on her way to your precious controller now to sqawk aobut you hleping me.
Jon Drake: I was able to keep a rensime who was attacked alive until help could arrive...
Briel: Oh, I'll talk to Veraik and doubt he'll have a problem with it.
Briel smiles at Nick.
Jules Dist: And what did they say to you?
Jules Dist: Gee thanks...now go back to being a good little Donor?
Jules Dist coughs again, falling back agains thte bed weakly.
Nick thinks that Briel is dangerously optimistic about the possibility of a transfer with him.
Jules Dist gasps fro breath.
Jules Dist: Don't you care about building relationships?
Jon Drake: Jules, Briel may be high strung at times, but she's _not_ a "frigid bitch."
Jules Dist lifts an eyebrow in amusment.
Jules Dist: I see you ARE interested in building relationships.
Jon Drake: I care very much for her.
Jules Dist: Ah....
Jules Dist: Well, as a channel, how long do you think they'll allow you to be around her once they discover you have feelings for her?
Jon Drake focusses on that cough.
Jules Dist's breathing eases and she collapses back agasinst hte bed.
Jon Drake: Well...
Tramila goes to Briel's office and signals.
Jules Dist: You can bet they'll ship you across the territory...and fast.
Jules Dist: They don't want that.
Veraik walks into the infirmary on his regular rounds.
Briel zlins Nick again before turning to the door.
Briel: Come!
Jules Dist: You'll be gone in no time...that's how these tectonists are...
Tramila: Hello Briel.
Jules Dist: All for the Tecton..nothing for the indivudual.
Veraik: Jon?
Briel: Ah, hello Tramila.
Nick: Ah, Hajene Tramila.
Briel tursn back to nick.
Briel: Think about what I said.
Nick is more than a little relieved.
Veraik: What is this talk about ?\
Briel looks at Tramila.
Briel: You can use my office..I have some things I need to do.
Briel leaves.
Tramila: Nick?
Tramila: What was that about Nick?
Nick sighs.
Jon Drake is hesitant to go on.
Jules Dist zlins the newest person in the infirarmly and sneers.
Jon Drake finds that Jules' body is beginning to feel better, he's feeling fewer discordiant areas.
Jules Dist: A channel.
Nick: Briel has some idea that Snake will let her
Qualify me this month.
Veraik: Tectonists. I am Tecton. Is there a problem?
Nick: And she doesn't want to hear differently.
Jules Dist begins to cough again, grabbing at her ribs as she does...
Tramila: And will Snake do that or does she want to do the honors herself?
Veraik zlins the patient and goes to her.
Nick: Snake? She isn't happy if another channel is within zlinning distance of me. She'd never agree.
Veraik: May I? Holds out tentacles and waits.
Jules Dist curls away.
Jules Dist: Per--[cough]verts[cough]
Nick isn't completely sure that he's agreeable to the scheme either, although it does have its interesting points.
Jon Drake turns to Veraik.
Jon Drake: Good morning Hajene.
Tramila: Then I will take care of Briel but Nick....when
Snake qualifies you, you should insist that another
Channel is there monitoring.
Briel is now known as Alea.
Veraik: Perverts?
Jon Drake: Jules here was attacked by raiders.
Jon Drake focusses.
Veraik: Who is she Jon?
Alea leaves the house she slipped into....looking both ways to make sure no one she knows is aorund...and heads back to the Center.
Veraik uses Jon's nager for support.
Jon Drake encourages the area to clear and heal.
Nick files the advice away, although he's not optimistic that it is practical.
Jon Drake: Hajene, I think you may need to keep a distance.
Jon Drake: Let me help the ambient.
Nick: I came here in hopes of getting replacements for
Snake's contaminated Farris medicines.
Jon Drake again brightens the ambient to increase resolution.
Tramila: If you require help or have any questions Nick, you can come to me.
Jon Drake: I've tried to work on what areas I can.
Tramila: Don't endanger yourself with Snake. All right?
Jon Drake also keeps a part of his field on the bronchial.
Jules Dist gasping for breath eases again.
Nick: Well, I do have a few questions...
Jon Drake: She's non Tecton.
Jules Dist: Yes, perverts...channels are all perverts...tecton puppets...pervert the true way things should be.
Jon Drake: The raiders killed her Gen companion.
Jon Drake thinks *companion, that sounds so much nicer than Donor.*
Tramila: I'm sorry. We haven't received the Center replacements yet.
Tramila: We hope to have them tomorrow morning.
Veraik: You have done all you can do.
Jon Drake: Well Jules, pervert or not, I'm still here to help you.
Jon Drake feels a little stronger with Veraik here.
Nick: Well, is there anything else that can be done for
Snake's entran headaches?
Veraik: Come on Jon. Let's leave. She can handle her own illness if she does not want our help.
Veraik holds the door open.
Nick: Street drugs are not a real alternative.
Jules Dist rolls to her side, curling up in a ball, shivering..
Jules Dist: Get...[cough]...out.
Tramila: Yes there is but I doubt that she will follow my advice.
Tramila: The solution is simple. Come to the Center and work here.
Jon Drake looks to Veraik.
Jon Drake: But Hajene, there is still more we can do.
Tramila: Work is the only solution to a Farris' Entran problem.
Tramila: A lot of work,
Jules Dist: Go on you puppet..follow your little channel....
Tramila: Drugs are never the solution.
Jules Dist: Just like I said...Donors are the puppets[cough]of their...channels.
Jon Drake: Please don't walk out on me too.
Jon Drake turns to focus on the cough.
Veraik: Jon. You don't understand. I said that you were to come with me.
Jon Drake: We can't just leave her in this state, Hajene.
Jon Drake is torn.
Jon Drake: Duty to Tecton, duty to Life.
Veraik blocks Jon's nager giving the renSime no support.
Alea slips slides her way back to the center relieved that no one saw where she went.
Jules Dist groans when Jon's field is cut off.
Jon Drake sees that he must.
Jules Dist: Perverts...
Jules Dist coughs again, rasping for breath.
Veraik: Jon. I have to talk to you in my office now.
Jon Drake looks to Jules in apology.
Jon Drake follows, sullen.
Jules Dist looks accusotory.
Nick is sure there must be another way to manage the entran.
Tramila: You look doubtful.
Tramila: Nick. I am Farris.
Tramila: I know how it is to be Farris.
Jon Drake wishes there was more he could do.
Tramila: And believe me, we have no vacations.
Tramila: Work resolves Entran problems, no drugs.
Jon Drake follows Veraik out of the door.
Veraik makes sure jon is out the door then turns back.
Veraik: When you are ready for our help, signal.
Jules Dist breathing is labored, but her eyes burn with hatred.
Nick notices the Zeor crest on Tramila's ring.
Tramila notices and points to her ring. "If you come to
Zeor with Snake, you come have one of these, you know.
Nick: I see. [slightly bitter] You would rather see
Snake dead than free of your House and its contempable excuse of a manipulative, blackmailing Sectuib.
Nick: Well, if that's the way you feel, I can't force you to help me--or Snake.
Nick: I won't waste any more of your valuable time. I.
Nick: I'm sure you're eager to get back to work.
Nick stands and stalks for the door.
Jon Drake: Hajene, Please! Let me help her.
Tramila: Nick. I only said that because I could zlin your desire to have one of these rings.
Tramila: It is only natural to want one.
Veraik: Jon. Not here. In my office.
Alea sighs, relieved and goes to her office.
Jon Drake: Yes Hajene.
Veraik thinking that he had better get a post patner soon or she will go crazy.
Nick shakes his head in disbelief.
Tramila: With your Nager, you will always be welcome in
Zeor, Nick.
Veraik goes to his office and unlocks the door for Jon to enter.
Jules Dist continues to cough before finally pulling herself weakly up and searching for her clothes.
Nick: I wouldn't join a House headed by a lorsh like
Tral as Sectuib if the only alternative was to live out-
Territory with the paranoids and never see a Sime the rest of my life.
Tramila: If that is your feeling, Nick.
Jules Dist struggles with her clothes, painfully slipping into them before leaning aginst the bed and experiencing another round of painful coughing.
Tramila: But just remember that a Sectuib has many factor to shift to come up with a solution and that soluntion is not always good for everybody.
Jules Dist: Oh..shen.
Jules Dist staggers over to the medicine cabinet and tries to get it open..curses when she realizes it requires a key.
Nick: Well, the solutions I've seen him come up with seem to consist mostly of threats and blackmail attempts.
I can't respect a man who does business that way.
Jules Dist goes to the other cabinets, jerking them open, pulling out medical equipement looking for anything to help her.
Jon Drake enters.
Veraik turns to Jon.
Jules Dist sucks in a harsh breath and goes to the door.
Veraik: Tell me about that renSime.
Jules Dist zlins...then pulls the door open.
Nick: If you want to stay here and make excuses for his inexcusable behavior, that's your business. Since you won't help me, I'll get back and help Snake as best I can. No one else seems to care.
Alea writes a quick note and then gets a friend to send it off for her.
Nick stalks out of Briel's office and heads for the lobby.
Jon Drake: She's injured and needs our help. That's most important.
Tramila: Nick. We all care. That is why we continue to go to her.
Alea is now known as Briel.
Tramila: But Snake will not listen.
Tramila: Only work helps. She knows that. Why don't you ask her yourself.
Briel is standing in the lobby going through the files.
Tramila: And as for drugs.
Tramila: WE have had to reorder all of them and they simpley haven't arrived yet.
Tramila: We can't give you what we don't have.
Jules Dist leans heavily against the wall before turning and heading down it toward where she came in.
Veraik: You are knew.
Veraik: What the renSime...did you get her namd.... wants to drugs when Channel healing is what she requires.
Tarsh is now known as Seezi.
Jon Drake: New or not, I was helping her.
Seezi comes walking in the front door.
Nick ignores Tramila's excuses, which he's heard before too many times.
Briel sees the young Sime.
Jon Drake: Jules, her name is Jules.
Veraik: Yes you are but you were almost listening to her lies.
Briel: Well, hello....
Seezi looks haggard and pale.
Veraik: The distect is very seductive but also very dangerous.
Nick stalks through the lobby, ignoring the young renSime and Briel both.
Briel: Be sure to talk to Snake, Nick.
Briel calls after nick.
Briel turns to the young Sime and goes forward.
Briel: What's the matter.
Briel zlins.
Seezi swivles to zlin NickR.
Veraik: Jules then.
Nick slams the door behind himself as he leaves the Sime
Center.
Seezi turns back towards Briel.
Veraik: I zlinthat you are lower field than the last night I zlinned you. What is that al about?
Jules Dist moves slowly down the hall toward the lobby.
Seezi: ~~ hyperconcious and far into need ~~
Nick replays his conversation with Tramila over and over in his mind as he makes his way home.
Jon Drake: She was in hard need, there were no channels around. No one answered my call.
Jon Drake: I was afraid that to shen her would have killed her.
Veraik: Then you did the right thing but with the
Distect no solution is good.
Nick is halfway home before a thought occurs to him.
Briel holds out her arms, immediately going into channel's mode and projeting Gen's desire to give.
Veraik: Jon. I will send one of my 2nd in to Care for her.
Jon Drake: ~?~
Seezi focuses on Briel.
Veraik: But not you.
Briel: Come on, Seezi...
Jon Drake: Hajene, I think you need to have a Donor present.
Jon Drake: Not me.
Briel ~~desire to help~~
Veraik: That will only fuel her belief that only a Gen cares.
Jon Drake: I want her to be helped.
Veraik: What did you say?
Seezi darts towards Briel.
Jules Dist comes into the lobby and gasps at what she sees.
Jon Drake: Hajene?
Veraik: And I will asure that she is helped but not by you.
Briel meets Seezi.
Jon Drake: I...understand, Hajene.
Veraik: Come. Let go find a 2nd to care for her.
Seezi twists at this Sme come to steal her gen.
Briel flares her field.
Briel: Seezi!
Veraik: Then you can satisfy yourself that she will be fine.
Seezi grabs for Briel's arms.
Jon Drake nods.
Briel moves in between Jules and Seezi.
Jon Drake hurries after Veraik.
Briel takes Seezi's arms...intertwining laterals.
Jules Dist gorge rises as she watches.
Veraik goes to the infirmary and finds that Jules is missing that augments towards the fron door.
Seezi pushes forward for the final contact.
Briel meets Seezi ~~desire to give~~
Nick: Why, that lorsh! She said over and over that drugs weren't the answer, and that only work provides the solution. But she very carefully never said there wasn't a way to provide temporary relief.
Nick considers.
Veraik zlins the transfer and Jules and steps in to handle the fields.
Jules Dist goes forward to stop it...
Seezi draws selyn as fast as she can.
Briel meets her demand, giving pleasure, joy and fullfillment.
Seezi: [ not that fast by channel standards, of course ]
Veraik augments and grabs Jules, blocks fields.
Seezi soars on the joy nad release from need.
Jules Dist gasps in pain, crumpling at Veraik's rough handling.
Nick: It's got to be some nageric technique. Snake would have zlinned the lie when Tral and Veraik were talking to her, otherwise.
Jon Drake holds back reluctantly.
Briel disengages her laterals and waits, being very still.
Veraik gives Jules to Jon. "Take he back to the informary."
Jon Drake is about to shout "Don't hurt her!" but realizes that he can't do that to Veraik.
Seezi pulls back as her eyes come alive again.
Jon Drake nods and takes Jules.
Briel smiles.
Briel: How you feeling now, sweetie?
Seezi beams.
Jules Dist leans heavily against Jon.
Seezi cocks her head as she remebers how to hear.
Jon Drake carries Jules back to the infirmary.
Jules Dist: Jon please...I want out of here....
Nick hurries to the street where three of Linn's favorite bookstores are clustered, in search of some
Donor training manual which might provide some clues to entran management.
Seezi: "Wonderful! But a minute ago I felt like I was dying..."
Briel: Yes...which brings me to a quesetion. WHy did you wait so long to come here?
Seezi: It's 28 days today. Isn't that right?
Veraik zlins that all is under control and leaves to find a second for Jules.
Seezi: Is it always that bad?
Jon Drake doesn't hurry.
Briel: I don't know..you tell me.
Briel: Have you been augmenting a lot?
Jon Drake whispers.
Jon Drake: You are in no shape.
Seezi: Yes it is. But I've been dying for over a week.
Jon Drake lets his field envelope Jules.
Seezi: Of course. it's fun!
Jules Dist sighs, relaxing on Jon's field.
Briel: But sweetheart...you can't waste selyn like that...it's dangerous.
Briel: You nearly didn't make it here....
Seezi: Waste selyn? I thought it was supposed to always last all month...last
Tramila is now known as Carry.
Briel: Your body has enough selyn to last a month, if you don't waste it...
Briel: Have you been attending changeover classes?
Carry is a Second Order Channel assigned to the infirmary.
Carry enters the infirmary.
Carry: Are you JonDrake?
Seezi: Why? I already did!
Briel sighs patiently.
Briel goes to the storage room and pulls out several pamphlets.
Carry zlins the enticing Donor nager and wishes she could have transfer with him.
Jon Drake: Yes, I am.
Briel: Sweetheart..there is a lot to learning about being a Sime....what you should and hsouldnt' do....here, take these, read them...and then start coming to these classes.
Carry: I'm here to take care of Jules. Veraik sent me.
Seezi: Classes. Ick.
Jon Drake continues to carry Jules to her bed in lieu of any specific orders.
Briel: Oh, but these are fun classes..they teach about zlinning...and all kinds of interesting things.
Briel: Augmenting....you will love these.
Jon Drake: Ok.
Seezi: Oooh!
Jules Dist sighs.
Carry waits patiently while the Donor puts the renSime to bed.
Seezi snatches the pamphlets and kisses Briel on the cheek. "Thank you!"
Briel chuckles.
Briel: Come anytime you have questions sweetie...and be careful this next month about wasting selyn.
Jon Drake is trying to do as much as he can with his field as he can get away with.
Seezi dances towards the door.
Jules Dist bathes in Jon's field.
Carry blocks Jon's field as best as she can. "I can handle it now, Jon." [smiles]
Briel shakes her head at Seezi.
Jon Drake: Jules, I wish there was more I could do.
Please trust Carrry.
Jules Dist whimpers at hte loss of most of his field..rolls away from looking at Carry.
Seezi goes out through the door.
Seezi gone`
Seezi is now known as gone`
Carry projects a Gen field for Jules.
Jules Dist: Don't touch me...
Carry motions for Jon to leave.
Jules Dist [hacking cough]
Carry: I'm take care of her, Jon. I promise. It's what
I have been trained for.
Jon Drake: Ok, Carry.
Jules Dist: Traitor..I can zlin waht you really want
Jon[whispers]
Jon Drake: Jules...let Carry help you. Please.
Jon Drake moves to leave the room.
Carry: It's all right Jon. She is Distect but she will be fine. don't worry.
Jon Drake: Take good care of her, Carry.
Carry: I promise.
Jon Drake nods. Gives Jules one last encouraging look before leaving.
Carry: Are you sure you do not wish for me to heal you through lateral contact? You would feel so much better if you would.
Jules Dist: I'm fine. I just have to get back home.
Carry: I'm sure you would like that very much however you will never make it until you are healed.
Jules Dist: I want nothing to do with the Tecton, channel...just leave me be...I'll be fine.
Carry: IF you will let me, I could heal you enough so that you could be out of here by tomorrow mouring, after a good night's sleep.
Briel finds the files she needs and goes back to her office now that Nick is gone.
Carry: Very well. I'll just set here with you then.
You are now known as Alea`
Briel is now known as JulesDist.
Carry is now known as Tlurk.
Jon Drake decides to go to his office to think a bit.
Veraik: Gnome. I no longer need Alea the way I needed her. It is gone but I know that it is only right.
Gone is now known as Gnome.
Gnome exemplifes a life without needs or desires.
Veraik watches the snow flakes fall and melt on the
Gnome.
Alea decides to go for a walk...thinking there is somethinga bout the cold.....
Alea: =bout about=
Veraik: But Gnome I just have to have someboy to love me.
Alea grabs her her zeor blue cloak and heads out the door.
Veraik: And Alea doesn't.
Veraik: Holds tentacles over eyes.
Veraik: === someby - somebody====
Veraik: === someboy - somebody====
Gnome: Love only comes unlooked for.
Alea thinks the temperature has dropped some more, but ignores it as she starts down the slick sidewalk.
Veraik just looks at the Gnome wishes it were wrong.
Gnome looks infuriatingly right.
Alea turns left, toward the docks.
Veraik thinks about kicking the Gnome but knows that it will do no good.
Alea passes the house she was at earlier...glances up at it...hesitates, then goes on past.
Alea turns down a side street, ignoring the whorehouses as she passes.
Gnome is now known as Garon.
Veraik stands then goes back inside, frowning and thinking that if the Tecton found out that he was ignoring post, he would be assigned a post partner again.
Garon zlins something vaguely familiar.
Alea has her cloak wrapped closely aboaut her from the cold.
Veraik is now known as VLurk.
Alea continues down the street, trying to stay upright on the slick sidewalks.
Jon Drake is now known as Piotr.
Piotr is now known as DarkFigur.
Garon wanders off in that direction, curious...
Dark Figur is carefully, PASSIVELY watching the Simes on the street.
Garon passes DarkFigur without noticing.
Alea slips and falls.
Alea: Shen.
V Lurk is now known as LIbbyWhor.
Alea pushes herself up...
L Ibby Whor helps the Donor up.
Alea looks up to say thank you....
L Ibby Whor: Well hello dear. [bats eyes] Want to play?
Alea''s mouth falls open.
Alea: Uh....
Alea thinks of 'the dream' and blanches.
Alea: I..uh..I don't think so...uh...miss.
L Ibby Whor rubs a tentacle down her arm.
L Ibby Whor: It will be so much fun.
Alea wonders why she always gets herself into trouble like this....
Alea looks aorund, not wanting to hurt the renSime....
Alea: Look..there's some guy that might be interested.
Alea says this hopefully.
Garon stays back so as to not poach on Libby.
L Ibby Whor: I'll give you anything you would like for free.
L Ibby Whor: A nager like yours shouldn't be wasted.
Alea gulps and looks around..spots someone she met before.
L Ibby Whor: A guy?
Alea: Oh, dear.
Alea smiles weakly....
Alea: Uh, I'm with him.
L Ibby Whor: I'm not interested thank you any way but you.
[leers]
Alea points toward Garon.
L Ibby Whor: [pouts] him. Oh very well.
Alea ~~relief~~
L Ibby Whor: Turns and walks away.
Garon brightens at being the target of Alea's field.
L Ibby Whor is now known as VLurk.
Garon see Libby leaving and comes over.
Alea watches her walk away and shakes her head...thinking orange and purple look nice...but maybe not as nice as she thought.
Garon: [ oily ] "Hello again my dear. Wonderful to zlin you again."
Alea almost groans at Garon's words.
Alea: Hello...waht was your name again.
Garon bows flamboyantly. "Garon, at your service, my dear."
Alea thinks her field isn't THAT high....
Alea: Ah, yes...garon...
Garon: You were snake's sister, was it?
Alea stares blankly.
Alea: Sister?
Alea: Uh.....well.....
Alea shrugs.
Dark Figur finds this encounter interesting.
Garon observes the secondary effects of the shrug.
Alea: I was the one looking for Snake.
Alea: And you are her friend.
Alea: Isn't that right.
Alea looks around trying to see if Libby is gone.
Garon: I like to think so.
Alea: Think what?
Alea looks back at Garon.
Alea: Oh!
Alea: Snake's friend..yes.
Alea: I was looking for something....
Alea clasps her hands...and smiles at Garon.
Garon: But then I have *lots* of lady friends. [leers]
Alea''s smile collapses.
Alea: Oh...yeah.
Alea swallows uneasily.
Garon: Is something wrong/
Alea: Well....I wonder if you could help me...
Alea: There was a..um...bar around here that dealt in...offered um.....
Alea: They offered certain things for relief from the everday stress of life.
Alea thinks that didn't sound right.
Garon: I certainly hope so... What was it that you are
... interested in?
Alea: You know...different um...
Alea: Substances...
Alea smiles weakly.
Alea thinks Snake does this all the time..why can't she!
Garon: Ah. Well i might know some people who can help with such difficulties.
Alea sighs.
Alea: Really?
Dark Figur feels deep down that something is not right here.
Alea looks hopefully at this oily looking man standing before her.
Garon: Yes. For the discreet services and products for the the discreet customer.
Alea wonders if that means yes, he knows what she meant or not...
Alea: Good.
Alea: How would I go about finding this place?
Alea: Or someone who provides these....services?
Garon: Well i could show you the way if you like. Or I couild give you directions and a name.
Alea remembesr the last time she got lost.
V Lurk is now known as LibbyWhor.
Alea: I'm not sure....
Alea a bit wary.
Alea: You say you're a friend of snake's?
Libby Whor walks up. "Or I could take her there...for a price."
Alea moves closer to Garon, smiling carefully at Libby.
Alea: Oh, no...I..really....I don't want to trouble you at all.
Garon: Oh yeah. We go back, me and snake.
Alea: She trusts you?
Libby Whor inches closer to the Donor to feel the Donor's
Nager bathe her field.
Garon looks briefly evasive. "Sure she does."
Alea frowns...looks between the two.
Alea: Perhaps you can just give me directions...I don't want to put you to any trouble.
Libby Whor: "What do you say, Garon baby?"
Garon: *Anything* to oblige a lady.
Dark Figur has caught the name Snake on the wind.
Libby Whor: [rubs a tentacle down Garon's arm'] Let me help her and I'll do you tonight.
Libby Whor: I'm good. You know I'm good/
Alea gapes
Garon: [ to LW ] half a 'mo deary, then I'll see what I have for you.
Alea turns her head, looking over the crowd, wondering what bright idea brought her out here.
Libby Whor gives Alea a sexy smiles and licks her lips.
Garon looks intrigued.
Alea smiles rather strained.
Dark Figur knows that he had planned on not interacting with Snake, but he begins to wonder if this Snake character is dirty in more ways than one.
Libby Whor projects fake sexual desire since she is in need.
Garon: Well little lady, why don't you go with old Libby here. She'll show you the way to Brashy's.
Alea backs up.
Alea: Well, um.....
Alea: Brashy's you say?
Garon leans over to Libby and whispers. "remember she's a relative of snake's. And you don't want snake mad at you, do you?"
Alea: I think I can find Brashy's....
Alea: Just fine.
Libby Whor goes to Alea. "Follow me."
Alea: Why don't you just give me directions, Garon.
Libby Whor bats her eyes at the Donor. "I'll show you the way."
Alea: Garon, right..yes...Garon...snake's friend.
Garon sighs. "You follow this alley along ang then go left ... [ directions ["
Alea: You know...I saw snake the otehr day..right after you gave her that message....
Alea nods, trying to keep them straight in her mind.
Alea looks at alley....
Alea: This one?
Libby Whor slightly trails a tentacle down Alea's arm.
" You'll get lost."
Garon: Yes.
Alea thinks she probably will but doesn't say so.
Libby Whor: But I can get you there.
Alea: No, that's fine...I think I'll find it perfectly....
Alea: Thank you so much Garon.
Alea smiles broadly at him and hurries toward the alley.
Libby Whor: Zlins and looks into Alea's eyes. "You must be some Donor."
Garon: Any time, dearie.
Libby Whor follows Alea.
Alea goes down the alley.
Libby Whor: "Wait for me."
Libby Whor augments slightly to catch up.
Alea goes to the end of the alley and turns right.
Alea: I thank you so much....miz...for the help..but
I'm certain I have it down in my mind....
Garon wonders where that deal went bad somehow.
Libby Whor: "That's the wrong turn. It's this way."
Alea sighs....and decides she really doesn't have anything to fear fomr a renSime..she is a Farriss after all.
Alea: Very well....
Alea turns back the other way.
Libby Whor: I'll show you. You want drugs. [sing-song]
I've got some.
Alea flushes.
Alea: I don't want.....drugs.....
Alea: Just something to help with...well...with sleeping.
Libby Whor: Oh sure you do. Everybody wants drugs.
Alea: I do not want DRUGS.
Alea looks around wondering if anyone heard.
Libby Whor smiles.
Libby Whor: Come.
Alea reluctantly walks with Libby.
Libby Whor leds her up one street then down the other, turning this way and that.
Libby Whor: Making sure that the Donor is totally lost.
Libby Whor: We're almost there.
Alea is getting lost...but remembers to figure out where the sun is and she can find North again.
Alea belatedly realizes the sun is not out...
Alea digs in her pocket for a pen and paper to write down the streets they've been on...
Libby Whor stops to let the Donor get caught up then turns down a dark alley.
Alea starts scribbling, writing down street names, following Libby.
Libby Whor augments to the Donor. "It's private here.
Want to play?"
Alea looks around, thinking she's not surprised...grisly, frishly...wahtever lives in a place like this.
Alea: Waht?!
Alea drops the paper.
Alea jumps back.
Libby Whor: Your Nager is so...there are no words.
Alea: Look..uh..lily...I need to get to frisbys.
Libby Whor: Come here.
Alea: No..you see...I'm low field..you don't want me.
Libby Whor: Are you really in that big of a hurry..
Alea steps back.
Alea: Yes, I am.
Libby Whor: Of course I do.
Alea thinks veraik is really going to be mad over this.
Alea: No, Libby, you don't.
Libby Whor: I'm due transfer in an hour.
Alea projects sleep...tired...
Libby Whor: You could give it to me if you want.
Alea: But I don't want to.
Libby Whor: Just you and me then I will show you a post that you will never forget.
Alea almost groans.
Alea: You know, I know this controller you would love...
Alea: His name is veraik...why don't you go to the center and explain your post ideas to him.
Libby Whor yawns.
Alea smiles.
Libby Whor: No thank you.
Alea frowns.
Alea: He could use some lessons and you would be the perfect person to teach him.
Alea looks hopeful.
Alea: I bet he'd even give you transfer.
Dark Figur keeps an eye on Garon for a while.
Alea is lying through her teeth.
Libby Whor: Oh all right. You have made your point. I will show you just stop making me sleepy before I sleep through my transfer appointment and die of attrition.
Alea does her best not to chuckle.
Alea: Good.
Alea turns and heads back the way she came.
Libby Whor yawns again then leads Alea out the door.
Libby Whor: ==door - alley==
Alea hurries back, grabs her pen and paper then joins libby.
Alea looking for street names...now which way....
Alea has her pen poised.
Libby Whor goes a few blocks then stops in front of
Wise Snake's door. This is the place. Enjoy.
Libby Whor augments away.
Alea turns in frustration and watches libby run.
Alea tosses down her pen and paper and leaves Snakes.
Libby Whor is now known as VLurk.
Alea goes down the street dejectedly, kicking at huge clumps of snow as she passes.
Jules Dist is now known as junctSime.
Alea: I'm going to have someone I"m after;)
V Lurk is now known as Gendockwk.
Junct Sime: ===axe that==
Junct Sime walks up to Gen she has been cultivating.
Gendockwk lifts a box using powerful legs to support the load.
Dark Figur eventually becomes bored with Garon, continues to wander.
Junct Sime: Oh my...
Gendockwk: Oh Hello.
Junct Sime smiles at the dockworker.
Junct Sime: I told you I'd be back in the area.
Junct Sime dimples.
Junct Sime ~need~
Junct Sime is now known as Tila.
Gendockwk: So you did. How are you?
Tila zlins his field and almost drools.
Tila forces a pouty face.
Tila: Lonely.
Tila: The boyfriend I told you about broke up with me last week.
Dark Figur notices some activity.
Gendockwk is now known as Damon.
Tila: You were right Damon, he was just no good.
Tila tosses her hair back over her shoulder allowing her shirt to pull tight over her breasts.
Damon: Oh really. I'm sorry to hear that. [Places another box on top of the first and turns to Tila.]
Damon notices.
Tila: Yeah...
Tila smiles at him.
Tila: I was wondering if you had a lunch break or something and we could go for a...walk.
Tila smiles invitingly while zlinning him closely for reactions...unable to help but think how good this field is going to be.
Tila: I know this place...it's sorta private...we could have our own little lunch...
Damon hesititates. "Sure. I'll be off when the whistle blows which should be anytime."
Tila: I'll be right back.
Damon smiles. "Sounds nice."
Tila hurries over and retrieves her lunch basket, and returns.
Tila: I was so hoping you'd say yes.
Damon: ==== Whistle sounds=====
Tila thinks she couldn't eat a bite..but would probably be hungry later....
Tila zlins the shifting field and trembles.
Damon finsihes one last box then goes to Tila.
Tila: It's an old burned out building.
Damon laughs.
Tila forces herself to titter.
Damon: There are a lot of those aqround this dock.
Tila: Oh, this one is special..dark inside, with jsut a bit of light...no one ever goes in there.
Dark Figur follows, holding his field down so as not be detectable by this rensime.
Damon: You lead. I'll follow. [Hoping to get more that a lunch time meal]
Tila slips her arm down his, letting her fingers and tentacles slide down to his hand where she intertwins giners.
Tila: ==giners fingers==
Dark Figur gets that feeling about this one.
Damon rubs a tentacle.
Tila: You know...I've always thought you were so much better than ralf...
Dark Figur moves a little closer.
Damon: I always think they are so soft.
Tila turns up a side street.
Tila runs a tentacle back and forth across his hand, trembling.
Damon is happy and anticipating.
Tila: And you .... you're so....
Tila groans softly.
Tila forces herself to smile despite how much into need she is...
Tila ~intil rising~
Tila forces her face away from his...
Tila: In here.
Tila whispers roughly, pointing.
Tila: You go first, I'll follow.
Dark Figur hides in the shadows.
Tila: You see, this is the only entrance or exit..this winodw...
Damon happily feels desire. Sexual Desire.
Tila: That way we'll know if anyone enters or not.
Damon goes inside.
Tila climbs in and drops the basket just inside.
Damon offers a hand to help her inside.
Tila smiles.
Tila: What do you think of the place?
Damon: Beautiful.
Tila moves forward at his words.
Damon: Turns to her. "You are so beautiful."
Tila: Do you like games, Damon.
Tila trails a tentacle down his chest then back up to his shoulder.
Damon: What kind of games? [smiles in anticipation]
Tila: Dangerous games.
Tila zlins him.
Tila's smile becomes feral.
Tila: Because I just love games.
Damon takes a tentacle and strokes it.
Tila: I love all kinds of games, including life and death games...
Damon: [anticipation]
Tila: Have you ever played one of htose Damon?
Tila: Life vs. Death?
Dark Figur draws closer, his field reacting to the renSime's intent.
Tila trembling with desire for the kill.
Damon: No.... just games [whispers]
Tila: Well..you're in one now, Damon....Let's play...you run...if you escape...I don't "Kill" you...
Tila pushes at his shoulder.
Tila: If you don't make it out of here...
Damon draws back. "What?"
Tila shrugs...
Tila: You die..."killed"
Damon: Finally realizing his mistake.
Damon: He turns and runs.
Tila lifts her arms, allowing her laterals to extend enough for him to see.
Tila laughs low, evilly, harsh with need.
Tila goes hyper.
Tila tracks Damon.
Damon runs with all the power in his legs.
Dark Figur feels the time is right.
Dark Figur lets his field express itself.
Tila augments after him.
Tila catches the back of his shirt.
Dark Figur outshines Damon's field.
Tila pauses, feeling the other field.
Dark Figur entices Tila.
Damon tries to get out of the opening they had just come through.
Dark Figur: Sime!
Tila feels Damon's terror.
Tila szlins DarkFigure's offer.
Dark Figur projects fear.
Damon hear the word Sime but never looks back as he makes it through the opening and RUNS!!!!
Dark Figur backs away...
Tila grabs at DarkFigure.
Tila hyperconscious.
Dark Figur holds out his arms.
Tila grabs him and lashes tentacles around them, setting laterals and taking a fifth contact point.
Dark Figur: ~~fear~~~
Tila ~~YES~~
Dark Figur lets his selyn flow for a moment.
Tila begins to draw.
Dark Figur: ~~~NO!~~~
Dark Figur takes over control.
Tila ~~shrieks~~
Dark Figur holds tightly.
Dark Figur holds tightly, both physically and nagerically.
Tila stiffens.
Dark Figur takes control of the ambieent.
Dark Figur stops the flow, begins to reverse it.
Tila convulses in shen.
Dark Figur can see the surprise, the terror in Tila's face.
Dark Figur holds on.
Dark Figur pulls the selyn away from this junct renSime, voiding it to the ambient.
Tila breaks fifth contact point, agony shrieking from her lips as she falls against DarkFigure.
Dark Figur: You Will Not Kill Again!
Tila falls limply in DarkFigures arms.
Dark Figur lets go of the renSime.
Dark Figur looks down at the figure, effectively dead.
Dark Figur loses his expression of rage.
Dark Figur looks more sad.
Dark Figur: For you, my Anna.
Dark Figur sadly turns away, lost in his own thoughts, his own demons.