Sime~Gen Roleplaying on IRC: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #72: (11/10/97)
Alea comes downstairs, wondering again why she woke up.
Somewhere else than where she fell to sleep...thinks this is becoming a.
Habit she wants to break.
Alea goes to Tarsh's door and signals.
Linn goes into the kitchen of Snake's apartment, checks the.
Stew in the oven, and lifts a large clay bowl covered with a towel off of.
The stove.
Alea signals again.
Tarsh: "what."
Alea begins to think Tarsh must not be in.
Linn sets the bowel on the kitchen table and peeks under the towel.
Linn nods in satisfaction and sets out the flour bin and four.
Loaf pans.
Alea blinks.
Alea: Uh, Tarsh?
Tarsh yanks the door open so fast it bangs against the wall.
Tarsh: ALEA!
Tarsh grabs Alea in a crushing hug.
Linn sprinkles flour on the table and dumps the puffy bread.
Dough onto it.
Alea is shocked by Tarsh's reaction.
Tarsh: You're still here!~
Alea flushes.
Alea: Well, yes.
Linn sprinkles more flour on top of the dough and begins to.
Punch it down.
Alea: I wanted to stop by and apologize for that letter.
Alea: I mean, what I said about my feelings were true...but the rest.
Was simply frustration talking.
Linn punches harder as she remembers the request Garon asked.
Her to pass on to Snake.
Tarsh: You're still *here*!
Alea: I had planned to go to Zeor...
Alea: Yes, Tarsh.
Alea sighs enjoying the feel of Tarsh's arms around her, even.
If she is beginning to have trouble breathing.
Tarsh zlins the distress and loosens his hold.
Linn has to admit it's completely reasonable, and actually.
Better for the continuing health of all concerned, but she'd hoped to make.
It unnecessary.
Alea takes a deep breath of relief.
Tarsh: I don't understand what you were talking about in that note...
Alea sighs.
Alea: I had decided to go back to Zeor for training, thinking perhaps.
Trel was right....
Alea: I did say you were welcomed to come.....
Tarsh: Without me?
Alea: However, Veraik found me in the park last night and we had a.
Long talk....
Alea ~guilt~
Alea: I was worried that my field might be doing you harm.
Alea: I mean, Trel was very concerned and I thought it best....
Alea trails off and shrugs.
Alea: I should have talked to you about it first.
Linn's fingers begin to accumulate globs of dough, and she.
Adds more flour.
Tarsh: Yeah, he told me-*
Alea: Well between him and Veraik trying to convince me I was slowly.
Destroying you...and then with my run in with Fise....
Alea shrugs.
Alea: I thought to leave....
Tarsh: Why do you bother with that jerk?
Alea: Which one?
Alea smiles wearily.
Linn's mind falls back on a favorite preoccupation: Trying to.
Find some piece of information, or some argument, which will get through to.
Her unwanted prisoners.
Tarsh laughs "Good point. Fise."
Alea smiles sadly.
Alea: He's a channel, Tarsh.
Alea: I can't help but worry.
Alea: I don't guess I will anymore though. I pretty much severed any.
Help I could give him yesterday by losing my temper.
Tarsh: From what I've heard of him everything was severed a long time ago.
Alea ~sad~
Alea: I suppose so.
Alea: You know how need is. Think about him out on the street though....
Alea: Without anyone to have transfer with.
Alea: But...he has had transfer, obviously, and is approaching.
Turnover again if what I sensed was right....
Alea: Oh, well...I don't know.
Alea: I just wanted to apologize if my letter hurt you...and tell you.
I was going out for a bit.
Tarsh: Yeah, but how do you deal with someone who doesn't trust you?
Alea: I didn't trust anyone when I first came here.
Alea: How did we learn to deal well together?
Tarsh: Well, we never had any irreconcilable differences.
Alea thinks if he only knew the reports she'd been sending to Zeor.
Tarsh: Sometimes you just have to leave thing to someone else.
Alea: Yeah, I suppose so.
Tarsh: == thing -> things ==
Tarsh: Did we ever even get a TN-3 in for him?
Alea looks up at Tarsh, studying him.
Alea: No.
Alea: He would have had to go with a second order
Donor again, which.
He shouldn't have disliked.
Alea: I don't know.
Alea: Maybe I didn't give him a fair chance from the start. I am.
Pretty antagonistic sometimes. Now, we'll never know.
Alea: I guess I'll just have to put it behind me and learn from it.
Tarsh: Well, leave that to Veraik, he gets paid to worry about it.
Alea smiles.
Alea: Sounds good.
Tarsh lets go of Alea and zlins her. "How are you doing today?"
Alea: I was getting ready to go out, but I wanted to stop by and see.
You first.
Alea shrugs.
Alea: I'm still sick..a little weak...other than that fine.
Tarsh jokes "Can I trust you to come back?"
Alea laughs.
Alea: Yes.
Tarsh: Promise?
Alea: I promise to never ever go away again without first talking to.
You, okay.
Tarsh: Thank you. [kisses her ]
Alea sighs and steps back.
Alea: I'll be back in an hour. I have to go thank a friend for his help.
Tarsh looks at the scrape on Alea's face.
" Has one of the.
Channels looked at that?"
Alea almost groans.
Alea: Well...no.
Tarsh sighs. "Well have one of them do it when you get back, OK?"
Alea: They've been busy and I just haven't had the time to worry about it.
Alea: Ok.
Alea nods.
Alea squeezes Tarsh's hand then leaves.
Linn is very depressed by the time she's finished punching the.
Bread dough into submission.
Tarsh kisses her again. "Wear your cloak."
Linn tries to smile, though, as Nick returns with her latest.
Grocery list.
Alea chuckles.
Alea: Yes, dear.
Nick proudly holds out his basket.
Nick: Carrots, lettuce, brown sugar, apples, and raisins.
Nick: What do you plan to do with them, anyway?
Tarsh: I should get dressed now. see you later.
Alea goes down the hall and snags her cloak off the cloak rack.
Linn: The carrots and lettuce are for a salad to go with the stew,
The apples are for snacking, and if you'll put them where they belong, I'll.
Show you what the rest is for.
Nick puts the perishables away, watching closely as Linn puts.
A stick of butter to melt on the stove.
Alea goes out in the snow, and decides she likes the other.
Places she worked better. They weren't this cold.
Linn separates out a glob of kneaded dough and rolls it out.
Alea goes down the street, heading toward Snake's.
Linn dribbles butter on the dough, adds generous sprinkles of raisins, cinnamon, and brown sugar, and begins to roll the dough into a cylinder.
Nick watches these arcane maneuvers, trying to make sense of them.
Alea feels the cold seeping into her shoes and decides she isn't going to get well at this rate.
Alea knocks on Snake's door.
Linn pinches the ends of the loaf together, then looks up at the sound of the door.
Linn: Could you get that, Nick? I've got flour on my hands.
Nick is optimistic enough about Linn's latest culinary effort to oblige.
Nick opens the door and sees Alea.
Alea: Hello Nick.
Nick: Alea! What are you doing here?
Nick: Come in, you're half frozen.
Alea: Thank you.
Nick holds the door for Alea.
Alea steps just inside.
Alea: I can't stay...I have to get back to work...but I wanted to come by and say thank you.
Nick: Come into the living room for a moment. It's warmer.
Nick: Oh?
Alea goes in.
Nick leads the way to the living room, which is now permeated with the combined odors of stew and bread.
Alea: Yes.
Alea looks around thinking how clean the living room is and knows Snake wasn't behind this...had to be Linn or nick.
Alea: I wanted to thank you for sending over the drugs.
Nick: I wasn't sure you wanted them, after you stormed out of BugLumps' place.
Alea flushes.
Alea: I should apologize for that too.
Alea: Anyway...I wanted to tell you also, that as soon as our drugs come in, I'll be glad to replace them for you...I'll have one of the staff bring them right over.
Nick: That could have been very dangerous. If BugLumps had decided you were a potential informer, he'd have had his sons work you over.
Alea: I'm not surprised.
Alea: He seemed like the type.
Nick: When you're buying from drug dealers, even legal stuff like fosebine, you can't mouth insults without paying for it in bruises and broken bones.
Alea stiffens.
Alea: Thank you for the advice.
Briel is now known as courier.
Nick isn't sure Alea has got the message, but decides he's done his duty by warning her.
Courier hurries up to the to the center and pushes open the door.
Nick just hopes Alea has the sense to come to him if she requires more drugs, rather than try BugLumps again on her own.
Alea: Well, then, how is my advice to you about Snake working out?
Courier looks around the lobby....
Courier doesn't see anyone and shrugs.
Jon Drake is at the front desk.
Courier: Okay boys, bring them in.
Courier hears something and sees someone he missed.
Courier goes forward.
Courier: Can you sign for these.
Courier hands him a pen and clipboard.
Jon Drake: May I help you?
Jon Drake: What is this for?
Courier: Meds.
Nick: I haven't had a chance to try it yet.
Nick: Perhaps this evening.
Jon Drake: Ah!
Jon Drake looks over the list.
Courier: I have two hundred fifty-five boxes here...want to get them in.
Jon Drake: Bring them in.
Courier: Don't know why you need that many..that could last a normal center six months.
Courier shakes his head in disgust.
Alea: Well, let me know how it works.
Alea nods.
Alea: I'd better get going.
Courier: Do you know how long it took us to load these.
Courier: I wouldn't want to be the Center paying the bill for these.
Courier turns and watches as his men begin bringing in the boxes.
Alea: If you require any other help, please feel free to come ask someone.
Nick: It was good of you to come by.
Nick: I will.
Jon Drake shrugs.
Libby Whore swings her hips and rubs her tentacles down her body in hopes of getting one more customer before she needed her transfer.
Nick shows Alea to the door.
Alea leaves.
Libby Whore thinking about that enticing and sexy nager of that nice Gen/Donor the other day.
Jon Drake works to check each box as it comes in.
Linn finishes cleaning up the kitchen and joins Nick in the living room.
Linn: There, those can be left along for half an hour or so.
Courier pulls off three copies of the three separate orders turned in and hands them to Jon Drake.
Alea trudges back to the Center.
Jon Drake wonders if his Channel is in one of these boxes...
Nick lifts his nose to savor the smells, already hungry.
Alea goes up the steps to the Center.
Alea sees all the boxes and wonders what they're bringing in.
Libby Whore finishes up a transfer and signals the front desk to send him another, enjoying the feeling of stretching his systems.
Alea edges her way around them and slips inside.
Courier: Hurry up, hurry up...we have two more deliveries today.
Veraik finishes up a transfer and signals the front desk to send him another, enjoying the feeling of stretching his systems.
Veraik steps out of the transfer room and sees Alea.
Courier sighs as the last of the boxes are brought into the lobby, looking around at the lack of space.
Courier: Plain crazy if you ask me.
Courier shakes his head.
Veraik: Alea. I could use some support.
Courier: You come up short, you call...[to Jon Drake]
Courier leaves.
Alea sighs.
Alea: Right away, Hajene.
Alea slips out of her cloak and tosses it at the coat rack.
Libby Whore gives up and goes to the Center, entering the renSime entrance then waits impatiently for her transfer.
~~ N E ED~~
Linn checks her watch, trying to determine if the stew will be ready when Snake gets home.
Alea weaves her way to where Veraik is.
Alea: I was out. I just got back.
Veraik: You shouldn't go out, Alea. [worried] It's dangerous out there.
Alea: I had some business to attend to.
Alea: Shall we go?
Alea motions toward the hall.
Courier is now known as Briel.
Briel is now known as clerk.
Clerk sends Libby to the transfer room.
Veraik opens the door and allows the renSime inside, taking her file.
Alea sees who it is and almost groans out loud.
Libby Whore stops and zlins the lovely Gen nager and reaches out with tentacles for it.
Alea moves to Veraik's other side.
Veraik blocks the fields and frowns at Alea.
Alea keeps all of her attention on Veraik.
Alea shrugs helplessly at Veraik.
Libby Whore tries to get closer to the Gen.
Veraik: You are Libby. Please come to the transfer couch. I zlin that you are already raising intil.
Veraik: Good.
Alea ignores her, keeping her attention on Veraik.
Libby Whore: Libby does as the Channel tells her and wraps tentacles as soon as the Channel is ready.
Alea wonders why she was such an idiot and suggested
Libby come to Veraik.
Veraik uses Alea's field to attain the perfect balance then allows Libby fifth contact.
Libby Whore makes 5th contact and pours selyn into herself, sensing the wonderful Donor's nager.
Veraik: Joy....fulfillment. ..satisfaction.
Linn checks the oven, takes the stew out, and decides to give the bread another five minutes.
Jon Drake finishes checking the boxes, a bit peeved that they left before he could sign for it.
Libby Whore's sings at the field fluctuation which overlaid by that enticing Donor's nager.
Libby Whore withdraws and sits back, totally post.
Libby Whore's eyes meets the Donor's.
Jon Drake figures that that's not his problem. Luckily, all 255 boxes seem to be in order.
Alea turns to Veraik.
Wise Snake returns to the house, Rafe in tow.
Libby Whore: Her passion raises and she goes to the
Donor. "Won't you come home with me, my lovely."
Alea: If you'll excuse me, I should go to my office to check on the medicines that we're looking for, Hajene.
Jon Drake chuckles at the possibility that with the paperwork incomplete, they may send another 255 boxes to replace the 'lost' ones.
Libby Whore augments to caught her arm.
Libby Whore: Don't run away.
Alea looks helplessly at Veraik.
Linn smiles at Snake.
Jon Drake calls some of the available staff to help him get these meds logged into the storage area.
Linn: There's stew, and bread in a few minutes.
Alea: Uh....
Veraik goes to Libby. I think perhaps you should find yourself a post partner, Libby.
Alea: Well, you see....I'm on official duty hours. I'm afraid I have to turn you down.
Veraik: Alea's is mine this month.
Libby Whore starts crying. "That's what they all say."
Alea smiles when she realizes Veraik isn't going to leave her in the lurch..even if he is lying about it.
Alea smiles at Veraik thinking she should just leave him to handle this...he is post...she is post..no telling what might happen.
Veraik: Now Libby. [Holds her more to keep her away from Alea than anything]
Veraik: You will be fine.
Veraik: You're post. You'll fine somebody.
Alea eases to the door.
Libby Whore: But not as lovely as her nager is. Why do they all reject me?
Alea slips out the door to go work.
Linn blinks at the speed with which Rafe serves himself a bowl of stew.
Veraik: Now..Now.
Linn: Did you have a hard day today, Snake?
Wise Snake: Uhm... [glances at Rafe, realizes there's no use in trying to deny it as Linn isn't as easily fooled as before]
Wise Snake: Well, it wasn't great.
Wise Snake gets something to eat, affected by Rafe's hunger.
Libby Whore finally stops crying.
Veraik: Here is your paperwork. Turn it in. or would you like me to have someone sit by your for a while.
Alea goes to the lobby, sees all the boxes and Jon Drake looking at them.
Libby Whore: I'll be fine. It was a lovely transfer,
Hajene. Thank you.
Nick serves himself and joins them, keeping his attention automatically on Snake.
Jon Drake: Ah, Alea...Just in time!
Veraik smiles.
Alea: What is all of this?
Libby Whore walks out the door.
Linn takes the bread out, tips the loaves out of the pans, serves herself a generous helping of stew, and joins the others.
Veraik frowns at the way Alea disappeared but he decides that he would probably have done the same if the situation had been reversed.
Jon Drake: The pharmaceutical order.
Alea: Our drugs?
Nick: So, was it a hard day because you found too much work, or not enough?
Jon Drake: Three sets.
Wise Snake considers.
Alea: There should only be eighty-five boxes here...three sets? But why?
Wise Snake: Neither, I think, it was just one of "those" days.
Veraik calls for another renSime.
Jon Drake hands her the three identical invoices.
Jon Drake: It's right here.
Nick nods sympathetically.
Alea: There should be enough to restock the center plus two months of supplies.
Jon Drake: Looks like this is going to last us a while.
Alea shakes her head, takes the orders and looks, then groans.
Nick: How's the entran?
Wise Snake: Somebody drove a four-in-hand through a plate glass window at Fannie Jobson's up in the Lower
Financial... we went rushing there to try to get a cut of the action and were chased off by the cops.
Alea: Fine, fine....let me show this to someone and see what we can get done.
Jon Drake: Looks like I'm going to be in the stock room for the next few hours. Wanna help?
Alea: You're kidding.
Alea laughs.
Alea: No, you're doing fine.
Nick: Before or after you managed to get your tentacles on the victims?
Wise Snake: No sooner had we managed to get back on home ground when we heard about that docking accident on Pier
2... with the fishing boat and the tourist... what's that? Entran?
Alea takes the sheets and heads to Tarsh's office.
Alea sticks them in the box on the front of his door and sneaks off, not wanting to hear him hit the roof over the bill.
Nick: The headaches and lateral cramping you get when you can't find enough work.
Wise Snake: I know what entran is.
Nick: But they never taught you how to treat it, did they?
Wise Snake thinks, boy do I ever.
Nick: Just told you not to take drugs for it, and to come back to the Sime Center if you wanted enough work to survive.
Rafael: Si. Entran.
Nick: Tramila, Trel, Veraik--they all used the same wording.
Rafael takes a bit of carrot from his vegetable stew.
Wise Snake: There are things a Donor can do to ease the symptoms of Entran.
Wise Snake: Rafe knows them, of course.
Wise Snake: I have taught you one or two of them.
Rafael smiles knowingly.
Wise Snake: But of course there is no substitute for simply getting enough work.
Wise Snake thinks all this talk of entran is making her tentacles itch.
Rafael wriggles in his chair to readjust the fields for
Snake.
Alea goes to the cafeteria for lunch.
Alea get some hot steaming soup and a sandwich..and some hot tea.
Alea goes to a table by the window and sits down, looking out at part of the garden she can see.
Alea looks at the weak rays of the sun trying to break through the clouds and smiles.
Alea: Nice to know there is sun after such a dark dismal day yesterday.
Alea spoons her soup into her mouth, enjoying the warmth as it slides down her throat and warms her.
Alea thinks the soup is soothing her sore throat nicely.
Alea remembers she was suppose to have a channel look at her...but thinks the soup is doing it's job fine and she can put that off until later.
Alea remembers her promise to Nick and decides she'll have someone deliver the extra meds right after lunch.
Nick looks at Snake seriously.
Nick: Look, Snake, next time you have entran on my shift, don't wait for Rafe.
Wise Snake: Nick...
Rafael looks at Nick [frowns]
Alea finishes her soup and sips her tea.
Wise Snake: I know it's hard for you, but I'm trying to break you in gradually. You've already been pushed too hard once.
Jon Drake looks at the boxes against the wall, and the ones emptied, their contents in the cabinets.
Jon Drake: Ten down, two hundred forty-five to go.
Nick: I've been studying how to treat it, and I even traded with Alea for advice.
Alea decides to check in on Tamlen who is still not feeling well then she goes to the front to get some supplies for Nick.
Jon Drake works on the next stack of boxes.
Alea goes to her office and gets the list of supplies and comes back out.
Wise Snake looks surprised.
Alea finds Jon.
Wise Snake: When were you around Alea?
Alea: Jon, I need to get this list filled immediately...to replace the supplies I borrowed from someone else.
Jon Drake gestures to the 255 boxes.
Nick: I found her wandering around down by the docks yesterday, half frozen, looking for a drug dealer.
Jon Drake: They're not all logged in yet.
Alea: So mark them off. This is important.
Alea: We have enough here to spare this.
Jon Drake: Hel'o and I have barely made a dent in them.
Alea sets mode: +o JonDrake
Alea sighs, shakes her head and begins digging through the boxes.
Jon Drake: Be sure you mark what you've taken.
Wise Snake looks incredulous.
Wise Snake: A drug dealer?
Wise Snake: Nick, what were you doing down by the docks without me?
Nick: Yes. Apparently, the Sime Center is completely out of fosebine, antibiotics, and some other basic supplies.
Alea finishes then takes the list and writes down what she is pretty sure she took.
Rafael feels the shifting selyn movement and shifts positions.
Nick: I was picking up your order from BugLumps, of course.
Wise Snake: You're kidding me.
Wise Snake: Nick, I don't want you running around without me.. especially there!
Alea fills the box and snatches her cloak...planning to hurry out to Snake's.
Wise Snake: Do you have any idea what could happen?
Wise Snake shivers.
Alea: I'll be back in a bit, Jon, unless you want to go with me.
Alea hurries toward the door.
Jon Drake looks at the project still to go.
Jon Drake: No, I better stay here.
Jon Drake: Where are you taking them?
Nick reflects that he somehow managed to survive the bad parts of town just fine before he joined Snake's household.
Wise Snake zlins Nick's lack of concern.
Wise Snake growing paranoia.
Wise Snake: Nick...
Nick: Snake, I can take care of myself among BugLumps and his kind.
Wise Snake: We've talked about this. You're not just looking out for yourself anymore, you're looking out for me too.
Wise Snake: If something happens to you, what is going to happen to me? You can't just go running into these unsafe situations anymore.
Nick sighs.
Nick: Snake, I don't take foolish chances, but our stock of medicines was nonexistent.
Alea decides to send the drugs by courier with a note explaining that advice regarding channel's and a Donor's job is free...and here are the replacement drugs...
Alea writes a note, gives the drugs to Clerk and sends them on their way.
Jon Drake works with Nurse Hel`o to get cracking on the boxes.
Rafael finishes his soup and continues to pretend not to understand the conversation.
Wise Snake: Nonexistent???
Nick: There wasn't a drop of fosebine in the house. I know, I was looking for some.
Wise Snake incredulous.
Wise Snake: What in shen happened to all the fosebine?
Wise Snake: Look, it doesn't matter. Wait to do these things until you're with me.
Wise Snake: I don't want you running around making a target of yourself when I'm off with Rafe.
Alea decides to go back into the infirmary and sit with
Tamlen.
Nick nods reluctant assent.
Rafael smiles when he hears his name.
Linn finishes her soup, wishing she understood why Snake is so upset with Nick.
Wise Snake zlins Linn's reaction.
Wise Snake zlins Nick's reaction.
Wise Snake sighs.
Wise Snake: I'm not saying this just to be a hard ass.
Wise Snake: I genuinely care about you and furthermore, I genuinely want to be alive, with a living Donor, three months from now.
Wise Snake: Being a Donor entails a heavy responsibility, and that means not only responsibility to me, but to yourself.
Nick: All right, I won't go down to the docks without you.
Rafael looks to Nick. "Responsibilidad. Si."
Wise Snake: You sure seem to understand a lot more
Simelan now, Rafe.
Wise Snake: I'm... impressed by your quick learning.
Wise Snake thinks Nick's response is suspiciously narrowly defined.
Linn gathers up the dishes and starts bussing them, her earlier depression returning.
Wise Snake's eyes dart after Linn, wondering.
Linn checks the cooling loaves, and begins to wash the plates.
Linn scrubs the plates with a bit more vigor than strictly necessary, even to achieve her standards of cleanliness.
Rafael stands up and yawns. [Spanish] I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed.
Nick watches Rafe head back for the bedroom and moves closer to Snake, taking possession.
You are now known as LibbyWhore.
Libby Whore sees Garon and goes to him.
Libby Whore: [rubbing tentacles down arm] I'm ready for you, honey.
Linn finishes the dishes and returns to the living room, determined to take responsibility for her failure.
Linn: Snake, have you got a moment?
Libby Whore: Same as last month.
Libby Whore: I can satisfy you. You know I can.
Wise Snake: Good night, Rafe.
Wise Snake looks at Nick, then says "Of course, Linn."
You are now known as Rafael.
Rafael: Buenos Noches, Esnake.
Garon smiles at LibbyWhore. "Best news I've had all day."
Rafael: Nick...es..gud for u. [smiles]
Linn: Garon asked me to speak to you. He's finding our--guests--increasingly difficult to tend. He asked me to request that you come by and lower their fields again.
Libby Whore wraps tentacles around arm. "Right this way, dear."
Libby Whore: I'm so post that I'm gonna send you to the roof.
Linn reflects that Garon's actual request wasn't phrased so politely, but sees no reason to give an exact quotation.
Piotr Rava notices the suspicious renSime he noticed the other night.
Linn: It shouldn't have been necessary.
Garon puts his hand somewhere else. "I'm yours baby."
Garon: Won't people stare at us up there?
Piotr Rava decides to break off his earlier search and see what else he can find out.
Linn: I should have been able to convince more than one of them that what they've been doing for the anti-
Tectonists hurts them as least as much as their victims.
Libby Whore: Ooooo Garon. Let's hurry. [shows him into her place]
Linn: ~~guilt and depression~~
Wise Snake considers.
Wise Snake: Well, maybe I asked too much of you.
Wise Snake: Don't worry about it, I'll think of something else to do with those people.
Piotr Rava sees that he is in conversation with another renSime of dubious repute.
Garon goes on it, pinching LibbyWhore en route.
Wise Snake: If you want to go home, say you escaped. I'll make sure they don't come back to contradict your story.
Libby Whore: Ooooo honey [laughs]
Libby Whore closes the door and immediately turns to unbutton all Garon's shirt button at once.
Wise Snake: Is that better?
Libby Whore: Then she goes for the pants and strips them off.
Linn is alarmed at the finality of Snake's statement.
Piotr Rava figures they will be occupied there for a couple of minutes.
Linn: Snake, they're too young to lose the best part of their lives to their own stupidity.
Garon grabs Libby and kisses her.
Piotr Rava occupies his time Sime watching.
Linn wonders if it was only the best part of their live which Snake intended to arrange for them to lose, or all of it.
Linn: There's got to be a way to get through to them.
Libby Whore returns the kiss and slides her tentacle into his underwear, wrapping them around his balls for a gently rhythmic squeeze.
Garon: Ohhh baby. You did have a good one, didn't you?
Libby Whore: Mmrmrmmmrrrhrhr.
Wise Snake considers the problem.
Libby Whore rubs herself against him, breathing in pants.
Vendor pushes street cart over toward Piotr.
Vendor: Hey, mister...wanna buy some nice hot bread?
Piotr Rava looks over to the vendor.
Piotr Rava: Yes, I would like some bread.
Vendor hurries over and waves the bread under Piotr's nose.
Vendor: We have tea too.
Vendor: Come...look...all different things to tempt you.
Vendor takes Gen's arm and pulls him over to the cart.
Piotr Rava: Yes, it is rather cold. I will have some tea as well.
Wise Snake: Maybe one of the Tecton behavior camps... one far enough away that nobody would believe their stories.
Garon slides his hands up under her skirt and hooks his tentacles under her panties.
Wise Snake: They're supposed to be quite... educational.
Linn: Behavior camps?
Linn has never heard of such a thing.
Libby Whore squiggles and moves for Garon to get to her better.
Wise Snake: Well there are disjunction camps, and Sime
Territory orientation camps for OT born Simes...
Piotr Rava: I am new to your city. I was wondering if you could help me.
Libby Whore: Let's get to the bed.... I want to do
'nice' things to you.
Wise Snake: As I understand it there is at least one for
Gens who can't handle their emotions around Simes.
Vendor pauses in getting Piotr his food.
Vendor: What's that?
Wise Snake: We could bundle them up and send them off with In-T identities and a substantial bribe...
Wise Snake: Ought to keep them out of trouble for at least three or four months, and they'd probably learn a lot in the mean time.
Piotr Rava: I am looking for a little excitement.
Vendor nods.
Wise Snake personally doesn't like this idea since it teaches them potentially dangerous information and doesn't fix the problem permanently.
Wise Snake: I know...
Vendor: What kind of excitement.
Piotr Rava points to the building up ahead.
Piotr Rava: I do not mean that kind of excitement, I am looking for something a little more....exotic.
Vendor bundles up the food...and fixes the drink.
Vendor: Yes?
Vendor looks at the building.
Wise Snake: There's that indentured servant program to the southern continent... that would keep them busy for years.
Garon sweeps Libby up in his arms and carries her to the bedroom. "How? You ain't no 'nice' girl!" [ leer ]
Vendor: Well we've got exotic and then exotic.
Vendor looks around nervously.
Vendor: Just uh, what were you looking for....
Piotr Rava: I'm looking for something a little more...dangerous.
Libby Whore giggles. "I know but don't tell."
Linn: I'd prefer to leave them the option of returning to their lives, if they should reform.
Libby Whore sweeps Garon's underwear off to look at her prize.
Garon: Well if you want my silence you're going to have to give me an incentive, dearie....
Libby Whore: [holding it] Nice.
Linn sighs.
Linn: I realize that may not be possible.
Libby Whore: [looking sexy] And what do you want?
[looks down]
Piotr Rava lowers his voice even more.
Garon pulls down Libya's top to see what he can find.
Vendor: Well then...perhaps...maybe.
Vendor glances around again.
Vendor: You want this or not?
Vendor points at the food
Piotr Rava pays him for the bread and tea..
Piotr Rava: Yes, I want this.
Vendor takes the money, glances around again.
Vendor: Fast Eddie's.
Piotr Rava has included a bit extra.
Vendor: That's where you can find what you're looking for.
Libby Whore takes a deep breath as the cool air hits her warm flesh.
Vendor grabs his cart and hurries off.
Piotr Rava: Thank you kind sir.
Wise Snake: Oh...
Vendor is now known as Briel.
Wise Snake: Hmm...
Piotr Rava makes a mental note of this "Fast Eddies," and will go there soon.
Garon covers the flesh to keep it warm.
Wise Snake: I know.
Libby Whore groans.
Wise Snake: They have been kept separately from each other for a while, right?
Linn nods.
Linn: They're so tired of being by themselves, they're even glad to see Garon.
Garon explores to see what else he can find.
Linn: Brahd had even been polite to me on several occasions.
Wise Snake laughs.
Wise Snake: Well here is an idea, then.
Linn: Stubborn as a mule, but polite.
Linn listens hopefully.
Libby Whore groans at each touch of her man.
Wise Snake: Let me get you started volunteering at the shelter for battered children. When you are ready, take your prisoners one at a time to help you there. Perhaps it will teach them to feel for other human beings. Or at least increase your bond to them.
Linn considers this suggestion.
Linn: It might work.
Linn: We'd have to be careful that they didn't escape, or get into trouble with Simes...
Garon silences the groans with kisses as he pulls off the rest of her clothes.
Libby Whore moves to him to feel all his skin on hers.
Linn reflects that this morning, Garon was reluctant to be in the same room with them.
Libby Whore moves her tentacles up and down his flesh feeling the touch of warmth and skin.
Garon caresses Libby with all seventeen tentacles.
Linn is, at least, reasonably certain that Garon's objections were to the prisoners' nagers, not her own.
Wise Snake: Of course. Do you feel it's necessary to have someone there to ensure security?
Linn: On the journey to and from the shelter, yes, at least to start. I won't know if I'll require someone at the shelter until I've seen it.
Linn: Some shelters are more secure than others--for those trying to get out as well as in.
Libby Whore groans loudly as she kisses him then nibbles her way down his neck onto his chest.
Libby Whore caresses the silkiness of his long, hard waiting muscle of burning desire.
Garon rolls his head back as he cups her cheeks in his hands.
Wise Snake: Fair enough.
Garon: [ and slides his two tentacles between them.
Linn is much less depressed now that a course of action has been decided upon.
Wise Snake: It's too late tonight but I'll speak to a couple of places tomorrow about finding a place for you to volunteer.
Libby Whore turns around for him as she nibbles her way down and engulfs him in her hot, wet moisture, sucking and stroking as her head bobs.
Linn: Thank you. I've been feeling a bit at loose ends, lately. I'm not used to sitting around the house doing nothing.
Wise Snake: I am sure they will take as much of your time as they possibly can wrest from you.
Linn: As long as it's a place that doesn't mind that I don't speak more than a few words of Simelan...
Garon slides two tentacles inside Libby while another teases the nub nearby.
Libby Whore groans with pleasure.
Wise Snake: There are a lot of bilingual households in
Bender Cove. A lot of the children probably speak
English.
Wise Snake: Especially the poorer households whose children are more likely to end up in the shelter.
Linn nods.
Linn: True.
Libby Whore suddenly moves up and dives for his mouth to kiss him.
Libby Whore: [breaths heavily] oh.. put it in.
Linn: It will be good to be useful again.
Garon takes Libby's head in one hand and kisses her deeply and frenetically.
Wise Snake looks around the conspicuously clean house.
Wise Snake: Oh, I don't know, you've been reasonably useful around here.
Libby Whore wraps tentacles and arms around him returning the kiss and waiting.
Linn follows Snake's gaze, and is mortified to discover a piece of trash under the table and two spiders' webs in the corners of the kitchen which have escaped her efforts.
Garon grabs he thighs with his hands and picks her up and lowers soft wet onto hard stiffness.
Garon: Shuuuuuuuv....
Libby Whore moans then begins frantically with him.
Garon pushes up strongly as he pulls her down.
Wise Snake: We may not be very good at showing our appreciation, but we do appreciate it.
Linn hugs Snake.
Linn: It's sweet of you to say so.
Libby Whore ekks a little then moves in an opposite rhythm to deepen the moment.
Garon: Baby you're sooooo choice, ahhhhhhh.
Wise Snake lets Linn do it.
Libby Whore: Harder [pant] [pant] Harder.
Garon: [ Harder ] [ Faster ]
Libby Whore: [pant][pant] [groan] Oh yeah!
Wise Snake relaxed in Linn's embrace after the first stiff moments.
Wise Snake: Relaxed === relaxes.
Wise Snake: And you're more than just useful. You're... wanted.
Garon: [ grunt ] [ grunt ] You bet, baby. All for you.
Libby Whore: Ahh ahh ahh.
Garon: Ohh Ohhh OHHH!
Libby Whore: Ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[breathe calms]
Wise Snake puts her arms around Linn and returns the embrace.
Garon: Ohhhhhhhhh.
Linn holds Snake for a long moment, then releases her the instant she begins to stiffen again.
Garon slows down and hugs Libby tighter.
Libby Whore grabs and holds him to keep the last of the safety she feels from having a man in her arms, knowing that he will simply walk out the door as soon as the money is on the table and his clothes are on.
Wise Snake catches Linn's hands.
Wise Snake peers into Linn's eyes; her own are pale, electric with strange inner emotions.
Linn returns Snake's gaze, trying to decipher her mood.
Garon snuggles against Libby for the last moment before he must return to the callous mind necessary for safety and survival.
Libby Whore snuggles against him, feeling his Sime warmth mingling with her own.
Piotr Rava disposes of the trash and is considering going on. As darkness comes, hunting becomes easier.
Wise Snake ventures a smile, mysterious/curious/cautious.
Garon sighs. "You're prime baby. Really Prime."
Libby Whore grins. "Thank you baby. Next month, then?"
[hopeful]
Linn smiles back, and lets herself feel her affection for the young channel.
Garon: "Oh yeah. Same as this month?"
Wise Snake's smile becomes brighter.
Libby Whore looks at him dreamy-like. "I can't wait."
Wise Snake pulls Linn gently toward her again and holds her close, enjoying the affection in the heart of Linn's field.
Garon: Hey, I gotta rest sometime.
Linn lets her arms enfold Snake again, hoping that she can provide some sense of security.
Libby Whore: [big grin] "Why? When you are so much fun?"
Wise Snake lays her head on Linn's shoulder.
Garon kisses Libby and rolls them over onto their sides.
Libby Whore snuggles and closes eyes, feeling cozy, safe, happy. [sleep]
Garon eases himself off the bed.
Wise Snake kisses Linn's neck softly.
Garon stands smiling at the sleeping Libby.
Linn gives a gentle squeeze with her arms.
Garon: A change comes over Garon`s face as the smile remains but loses it's warmth.
Linn is encouraged by this first real demonstration of affection she has ever seen Snake make.
Alea sees Tamlen is sleeping and gets up and leaves his room.
Wise Snake pulls gently away, holding Linn at arm's length and searching her with strange, curious eyes.
Wise Snake: Are you going to stay here in Sime Territory,
Linn?
Linn: Do you want me to?
Garon goes over to his clothes and dresses.
Tramila staggers down the hall, legs shaking, hand holding the wall to help support her.
Alea sees Tramila and hurries forward.
Libby Whore moves and sighs.
Alea: Tramila?
Alea reaches out and grabs her.
Linn is genuinely curious.
Garon glances over at Libby.
Tramila wraps tentacles around her. "I think I'm going to be sick." [vomits over Alea]
Alea holds Tramila patiently until she is done.
Libby Whore continues to sleep. [under breath..."Oh
Garon"}
Alea slips her arm around Tramila.
Alea: Come on, let's get you to a bed.
Alea forces her concentration completely on Tramila.
Garon takes out money (including a substantial bonus) and puts it down on the table.
Tramila goes with Alea, head spinning.
Alea goes into the same room as Tamlen, taking Tramila across to another bed.
Wise Snake: Of course I do.
Alea: Sorry, Tramila, the infirmary is pretty full with flu cases.
Tramila zlins her Donor and vomits again back Alea's back and shoulder.
Alea takes control of the field and attempts to soothe the nausea.
Alea: Let's get you up in bed.
Linn: Then I will.
Garon eases out the door, carefully quiet. and stands on the porch straightening and brushing off his clothes.
Linn reflects that her teaching job is shot, anyway, and there are more anti-Tectonists active on the Gen side of the border. Besides, looking after Snake is a major job in itself.
Tramila's laterals lick out and touch Alea in an attempt to control the disorientation.
Alea: Okay, Tramila, you know the drill....how long have you been nauseous, running a fever?
Tramila: About 2 hours. I just thought it was the flu.
Alea pauses.
Alea: What makes you think differently?
Alea goes to get Tramila a gown, ignoring the stench of the vomit.
Piotr Rava notices that the renSime has exited the building. He watches unobtrusively, holding his field down.
Garon walks off down the street, zlinning around for an angle, like always.
Nick, wandering into the kitchen to see what's keeping
Snake, hears this last exchange and is very glad that the supply of hot dinners and baked goods it likely to continue for a while longer.
Wise Snake smiles again.
Wise Snake releases Linn.
Libby Whore wakes up as soon as Garon is gone, takes shower, and dresses in something else just as sexy and provocative.
Wise Snake: I'm glad.
Libby Whore: Sees money and is extremely pleased.
Alea goes back to the sink, gets a wet cloth and washes herself up, then gets another cloth and goes back to
Tramila.
Libby Whore: Hides most of money then leaves, hoping to see that nice Donor with the luscious nager or at least another customer.
Alea wipes at Tramila's face, waiting for her to answer.
Nick clears his throat politely.
Tamlen lies in bed, sweating.
Alea glances worriedly at Tamlen then back to Tramila.
Nick: We're due at the Post Office in less than half an hour...
Tamlen's faces starts to twitch irregularly.
Tramila: Alea? My laterals....they hurt.
Alea: Finish dressing, Tramila, I'll be right back.
Alea pauses between beds.
Alea: Your laterals hurt?
Alea goes back over to Tramila.
Alea: What is the matter with your laterals?
Wise Snake turns to Nick.
Wise Snake: Then we should go. Are you ready?
Nick nods.
Wise Snake throws on her tattered brown cloak.
Alea sees Tamlen's face and goes back over to him while
Tramila dresses.
Alea wrings out a wet cloth and places it on his forehead.
Nick's cloak is newer, but starting to ravel in spots with repeated abuse in bad weather.
Linn eyes the worn garments, making plans.
Tramila: My laterals feel....[groan] I don't know.
[refuses to say what she thinks]
Tramila gets dressed in gown and crawls in bed.
Wonders what she thinks]
Alea turns back to Tramila
Alea: What is it?
Jon Drake is making headway on the boxes, but he's getting rather tired after hours of repitious work.
Hel'oNurs: Jon, you look beat.
Jon Drake shrugs.
Alea: Tamlen...?
Hel'oNurs: I'll tell you what. You go get some sleep.
I still have a number of useful hours. I'll continue here.
Jon Drake: Well, I can't argue with that. A definite
Sime advantage.
Hel'oNurs smiles.
Hel'o Nurs: And who know, maybe you're Channel will be here tomorrow waiting for you to wake up.
Jon Drake: I wish!
Alea doesn't get a response from Tamlen and hurries out of the room.
Alea goes to pound on Tarsh's door.
Jon Drake: Thanks Hel`o. Be sure the controlled meds are locked up....what am I telling you for? You've been here longer than I.
Jon Drake: Must be too tired.
Hel'oNurs: Yes. Just get some sleep.
Jon Drake: Good night.
Tarsh: "Come!"
Alea hurries in.
Alea: Tarsh.
Alea ~worry, fear~
Tarsh: Alea! [ concern ] What is it?
Jon Drake stumbles off to bed, more mentally fatigued than truly tired. Even so, he flops down on his bed and falls asleep quickly.
Alea: I need a channel.
Alea: I can't find one...
Tarsh gets up. You've checked the treatment rooms?
Alea: I just came from the treatment rooms.
Alea goes over and takes his hand, trying to draw strength from him.
Alea: Tramila..she's sick...
Hel'o Nurs zlins Jon go out of the door and up the stairs, then turns back to the job. They've taken care of about seventy boxes so far. This project is going to take a while.
Alea: And Tamlen isn't responding to queries.
Tarsh squeezes her hand.
Tramila gets out of bed and crawls into Tamlen's bed to take him in lateral contact and zlin him.
Alea winces.
Hel'oNurs wonders who could have ordered so much.
Alea: Oooh..ugh...uh, watch the um, stuff all over me.
Alea: Tramila is sick.
Tramila: "Oh. No!. Alea! Where did you go!"
Hel'oNurs gets back to work...
Alea smells like last night's dinner.
Tarsh: Oh dear.
Alea: Yeah, well...
Alea: Please...find someone....
Alea: I have to get back.
Alea is really worried about Tramila and Tamlen.
Tamlen: ~~ high fever, voluntary nervous system energized to a high level ~~
Tramila: Tamlen.. Tamlen...Where have you been?
Tarsh: I'll check the upstairs rooms.
Alea: Thanks.
Alea hurries back to the infirmary.
Tramila: You have the shaking plague. You have to talk to me. We have to spread the word so the precautions can be taken.
Alea: Tramila what are you doing out of bed!
Tramila: Oh gosh Alea.
Tamlen: [ mutter ] Shen ... fort ... snow...
Tramila: Don't touch me.
Alea hurries over and reaches for her...
Alea: What?
Tramila: Ohhhhh I think I touched you. You have it/
Alea: Have what?
Alea: What are you talking about?
Alea goes over.
Alea: Come on, get back in bed.
Alea: You have a fever...
Tamlen: Cc c c cammpp p ing.
Tramila: The shaking plague.
Alea drops Tramila's arm quickly and steps back, turning ashen.
Alea: What are you talking about.
Alea looks from Tramila to Tamlen and back.
Tramila: You are exposed and anyone you have touched since helping me has been exposed.
Alea: No...it's not..what makes you say that?
Tarsh starts knocking on the doors of the channel's bedrooms, working his way down the hall.
Alea looks at Tamlen as the truth starts to dawn.
Alea: Oh shen....
Alea runs to the sink and turns on the hot water and begins scrubbing her arms.
Tamlen arm jerks spasmodically.
Tramila: Quickly. Pus some gloves on then place a sign outside of the door warning all not to come in.
Alea suddenly realizes what Tramila said....
Alea: Oh no...
Alea tears out of the room.
Alea: Tarsh!
Briel comes out of her room.
Alea runs toward the closest set of stairs and up them.
Tramila: You have to stay here. Use the phone to call him. Tell him to come here right away.
Tarsh: Briel! Alea says That she needs a channel.
Tamlen and Tramila are sick.
Tramila: And not to touch anybody in the process.
Alea comes running down the hall.
Tarsh turns at Alea's voice.
Alea: Don't touch her...get back.
Tarsh: What?
Briel looks startled...
Briel: What.....
Tarsh holds his arms close in to his body.
Alea runs forward, reaches for Tarsh...stops.
Alea: The plague...Tramila says it's shaking plague...go wash your hands...
Tarsh: What's the matter?
Alea: Don't touch anyone...
Tarsh pales.
Briel gasps and moves back.
Tarsh: Alea. you ...
Briel: I'll find Veraik.
Alea: I was helping Tramila...
Tarsh pales more. "Oh NO!"
Briel augments down the hall to find Veraik.
You are now known as Veraik.
Veraik walks casual down the hall.
Briel zlins Veraik.
Tarsh reaches for Alea but then stops himself.
Briel goes to him.
Briel: We have a problem.
Tarsh: Alea....
Alea cringes back.
Alea: I touched you.
Alea: Your hand.
Tarsh holds up his hand and zlins it.
Alea: Please, Tarsh...go wash....
Tarsh: Oh.. Ok.
Tarsh carefully walks down the hall with his hand held out in front of him.
Tarsh: [ breathing hard ]
Alea: Please hurry...then we'll need you to come downstairs.
Alea: But don't touch anyone.
Alea: Have you touched anyone yet?
Alea: Contact with anyone?
Alea thinking to play it safe.
Tarsh: No, just the doors along here.
Veraik: Briel. What's happening?
Alea: I'll make sure housekeeping cleans, just well...
Alea shrugs.
Briel: Alea is yelling shaking plague..says Tramila and
Tamlen.....
Briel: She's saying she and Tarsh have been exposed.
Briel: Or some such...I don't know what's going on.
Tarsh goes into a treatment room and runs water over his hands, held down.
Alea hurries after him.
Alea: Room 8, when you're done Tarsh.
Veraik: The shaking plague?
Alea leaves and goes back to the treatment room.
Briel: Yes.
Briel: Tamlen's in 8.
Briel: I don't know where Tramila is.
Veraik goes to supplies to get a clean suit.
Tarsh takes the non-Farris disinfectant soap and starts lathering his hands carefully.
Alea hurries back into the room to check on Tramila and
Tamlen, sick at heart.
Veraik: He puts in on then enters the room where Tramila and Tamlen are staying.
Veraik: "Tramila?"
Alea hears the door.
Alea: Veraik...
Alea stares at him..
Tamlen: Fire ... drench ...
Alea hurries over and takes the cloth and puts it in cool water before laying it back over his head.
Tamlen: Doom.
Alea: No Tamlen, everything is okay.
Alea soothing.
Alea looks over at Tramila before leaving Tamlen's side to help her back into bed.
Tarsh rinses his hands thoroughly and the lathers again and washes his arms.
Alea: Really, Tramila, you shouldn't be up. You can't even walk.
Alea hesitates at touching her.
Tamlen opens his eyes.
Tamlen: Sarhee ... youu...
Tramila: I...I have to handle the fields.
Alea: No...you have to be in bed. Veraik is here.
Veraik enters the room in full garb.
Alea still doesn't touch Tramila.
Veraik goes to Tramila. "Let me."
Alea: Please, get back in bed...
Alea sighs in relief and returns to Tamlen's side.
Veraik helps Tramila into the bad.
Alea: You're fine, Tamlen. Just rest.
Tarsh carefully rinses again and dries his arms.
Veraik: Then goes to Tamlen. "How long has you been sick?
Alea: The day we built the snowSime, Veraik.
Tarsh puts the towel in the dirty bin.
Tamlen: three days, Lt.
Veraik: Alea? Here is a clean suit . Put it on. You may or may not have been exposed but I don't want to take any chances that you were not.
Alea doesn't hear Veraik.
Veraik: Where were you ten days before that?
Veraik: We have to know.
Tarsh comes to the door "Did Tamlen Bring it in? I should call back to his last Center."
Veraik calls out. "Tarsh, you were exposed as well. You and Alea must be in isolation.
Veraik: Just get safe and stay safe but don't touch anybody. That is how the Shaking Plague is spread.
Tarsh: Yes, Hajene. In a treatment room, or my room?
Tamlen: Patrol ... Zone B.
Veraik: A treatment room. They are easier to sterilize.
Tamlen leg is shivering.
Tarsh: Yes Hajene.
Alea clasps her hands nervously.
Veraik: Take Alea with you but remember NO TOUCHING!!!!
Tarsh reflects that he dreamed of getting Alea all to himself, but not like this.
Veraik goes to Tamlen and controls fields.
Tarsh: I'll be in Treatment room 6.
Alea: But who's going to take care of Tamlen and
Tramila?
Tamlen shivering subsides.
Alea goes toward the door.
Alea is outwardly composed but feeling nauseous at the thought of the shaking plague.
Tarsh goes down to treatment room 6 and opens the door with a handkerchief.
Alea thinks now it would have probably been wise if she had gone ahead and left...she wouldn't be exposed nor would
Tarsh
Alea goes out and down to room 6
Alea goes inside and stares at Tarsh
Tamlen looks at Alea. "Why is this happening?
Why now? Why us?"
Alea shakes her head
Alea looks down at her filthy uniform covered with Tramila's accident
Alea: I have to shower
Alea looks back up at Tarsh
Alea ~~fear~~
Tarsh: Be sure to use the ... Farris ... disinfectant soap.
Alea: I don't have clothes to change into
Alea simply stares at Tarsh
Alea thinks that is going to be the least of their problems.