Sime~Gen Roleplaying on IRC: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #76: (11/15/97)
Alea counts the square blocks on the North wall of the infirmary room.
Alea traces the outline of each one, ticking off the numbers, staying far from Tarsh, who is sleeping again.
Alea: One thousand four hundred and fifty-five....
Alea traces another one.
Briel walks through the crowded streets on the last day of the fair, glad to finally have a few minutes free.
Alea: One thousand four hundred and fifty-six.
Alea reaches down behind the door, tracing the last brick in that row...
Wise Snake is now known as Crier.
Crier: Come one, come all... see the hideous freaks!
Briel hears the cry and wonders what in the world is going on. She zlins going forward.
Crier: See the Mambo, the two headed renSime... DaisyMae the Giant Killer Gen, half cow half Gen and Artch Bunker the Rubber Man!
Alea: One thousand four hundred and fifty-seven.
Crier: Only one buck to get in... one buck per person.
Come one, come all!
Briel looks disgusted at Crier's words.
Crier sees Briel.
Crier: Hello, young woman, you look like you're out for an entertaining afternoon...
Crier: How about it? Only one dollar lets you see not five, not ten, but FIFTEEN hideous freaks of nature, all real and genuine!
Briel looks at Crier.
Briel: Of a sort.
Crier is a tall thin Gen with an electric blue suit, a white ruffled shirt, big necklaces and rings and a big bright white smile.
Briel shakes her head.
Crier's nager is quite persuasive.
Briel: I don't think so.
Alea: One thousand four hundred and fifty-eight....
Crier: Oh, you don't know what you're missing... how many people have seen a real live two headed Sime?
Briel thinks she has.
Briel suddenly worries....
Crier: Or Tiny Minnie and Big Daisy, the smallest and largest Gens that ever lived?
Crier: You can see them all, fifteen real and genuine freaks, for only one dollar! You'll regret it forever if you don't check this out, mark my words.
Crier flashes a big white grin.
Briel finally nods and hands Crier the money.
Briel: Fine.
Briel: Here.
Crier hands Briel a ticket with a smile.
Crier: Right in there...
Crier gestures at a wall with a big door shaped like a mouth.
Briel wonders if this is Dabe and goes toward the entrance to find out.
Crier is now known as inside.
Alea stands and stretches
Alea: 1,458. Wow.
Inside it's dark and narrow... there is a light up ahead.
Inside [you zlin a Gen in a little room up ahead; the rest is insulated]
Briel goes down the hall, not liking the enclosed space at all, but determined to make it through.
Briel thinks maybe this isn't such a good idea...feels a fine sheen of sweat break out on her face, but goes forward.
Inside there is a little barred window looking in at a dimly lit room with a huge, misshapen Gen woman with blotchy skin.
Inside a sign on the wall touts DaisyMae, half Gen, half cow.
Briel zlins.
Inside has a big nager, possible Donor potential, but undeveloped.
Inside: [Daisy does]
Inside looks at Briel and smiles.
Briel turns to leave.
Daisy Mae looks at Briel and smiles.
Daisy Mae calls after Briel bye bye...
Briel hurries away thinking this was a mistake.
Inside sets mode: +o Alea inside sets mode: +o Veraik
Alea: 1,458 plus the other walls added so far....let's see...[does calculations in head]7,956 bricks...
Briel goes down the hall.
Alea: Well, Tarsh, did you know that is higher than the tiles on the floor...much higher...and the count of the ceiling tiles is lower than both of those..
Alea: And all of those are higher than the meds on hand in this room.
Alea: Do you know, this room is out of surglan, medisene, tharicin, fosebine and wilantabs.
Alea: I wonder why they haven't restocked them. I know we got all the meds in.
Inside: [there is another door coming up, this one with an odd renSime nager]
Alea glances at Tarsh, who is awake and sitting up...[moves across the room to the corner]
Briel slows down, but finally enters.
Alea: Of course, I suppose they don't figure we are going to need any of those meds...if, well..
Alea shrugs.
Mambo Dabe is sitting in a small cubicle, visible through the bars.
Alea: I'm sorry about last night...had no idea I was allergic to Pomegranates...
Briel goes into the room, zlinning.
Mambo Dabe is definitely Dabe, but the sign on the wall describes the AMAZING MAMBO THE WORLD'S ONLY TWO HEADED
R E N S IME.
Briel shudders.
Briel: Dabe?
Mambo Dabe looks up as Briel appears, smiles.
Briel goes to the window...shuddering at the small space he is enclosed in.
Mambo Dabe: Hello! [twice]
Alea: You know, I don't think I've ever been so sick in my life...except that time when the man spraying for bugs came out.
Mambo Dabe: OH! [recognizes Briel at last] Jon!
Briel: What are you doing here?
Briel nods to the other Dabe.
Mambo Dabe looks for Jon’s other half, but doesn't see it.
Alea: You know, I've had more allergic reactions since
I've been here than any Farris should ever have.
Mambo Dabe: I'm part of the show!
Alea: I am going to have to talk to Veraik about that.
Briel: Willingly?
Briel: But..why?
Mambo Dabe: Well... uh... I thought I could just get a regular job, but people just looked at me funny so what was I going to do? I have to pay my selyn taxes...
Mambo Dabe: Actually Montey said I am lucky he is filing my taxes for me because if I went in person, they might make me pay twice!!
Mambo Dabe zlins of relief.
Briel sighs.
Briel: Your transfers...they're going okay?
Mambo Dabe: Well... [reluctant]
Briel worried, and a little surprised that they are still alive.
Alea: I'm sorry too, that I kept you up all night....but
I think the reaction is past..though...the thought of food..anything remotely sweet doesn't appeal.
Mambo Dabe: Well Montey gets us all transfers and donations from a channel he brings in for us every month... and I didn't think he did anywhere near as good a job as you did.
Briel: Oh..well..the first transfer is always the best,
Dabe.
Briel: If uh, well..if you ever need anything....come by the Center.
Alea goes to her sketchbook and begins to sketch Tarsh again, who is now sitting up and reading.
Kaymeil is now known as Tramila.
You are now known as Tamlen.
Briel: You take care Dabe.
Briel nods to both.
Mambo Dabe: Good bye, Jon. [smiles]
Mambo Dabe: [twice]
Briel shakes her head.
Veraik goes to the room where Alea and Tarsh, wearing a protective suite, then signals at the door.
Briel turns and goes down the hall, relieved to be getting out of the small enclosure.
You are now known as Alea.
Alea: Come in.
Veraik comes in then closes the door and zlins. "How are y...."
Briel dabs at her forehead, wiping sweat away from her upper lip.
Veraik: Oh.
Mambo Dabe is now known as Flotilla.
Flotilla: Hey...!
Flotilla: [a voice calls out as Briel passes a door]
Briel only wants to get out...does her best not to zlin
Flotilla.
Alea: Hello Veraik.
Flotilla: Hey... somebody.. .?
Flotilla: [despairing]
Alea sits down her sketch pad.
Alea: How are Tramila and Tamlen.
Veraik: Alea.
Veraik: Tarsh?
Briel slows.
Briel: Yes?
Briel wishes she hadn't stopped.
Alea smiles at Tarsh's greeting.
Flotilla: Help me...
Veraik: I'm sorry, Tarsh. I will get you another room as soon as I can.
Alea: I think we are both getting a little stir crazy,
Hajene.
Flotilla: [whisper]
Veraik: I zlin your distress.
Veraik: I can imagine.
Briel goes over toward the door.
Briel: What's the matter?
Veraik: I think Tamlen will reach the apex tonight and
Tramila is holding her own.
Alea: Are we still overflowing with flu cases?
Flotilla is advertised as the world's heaviest Gen... looks and zlins very depressed.
Flotilla: Would you give somebody a message for me?
Alea looks to Tarsh..sees none of her own fear mirrored in his eyes and does her best to force her field flat.
Briel: Yes, I will.
Briel: If I can.
Veraik: It's getting better. I plan to give a room for
Tarsh top priority. [zlins how stressed out Tarsh is]
Flotilla: It's my sister, Rotunda... she lives on
Zeorpoint Road near the beach head. Could you tell her where I am and that I need help?
Alea: I'm sorry about getting sick last night. It was nice of Jon Drake to help me out though, when he came to check on us and found out I was sick.
Briel: Rotunda?
Briel: You need help? What's the matter?
Veraik: You doing a good job, Alea. I can tell.
Briel goes closer.
Flotilla: Yes... my sister, Rotunda Fleter.
Alea: Doing a good job?
Flotilla lowers voice.
Alea: Oh please, Veraik. If I hadn't touched Tarsh, he wouldn't be in this mess!
Alea begins to pace.
Veraik: However, with your nager...any Sime would be tempted.
Briel moves closer.
Flotilla: I'm stuck in this... this bad situation. I owe my boss money and my contract won't let me know. I didn't know what I was getting into when I signed.
Veraik: Now Alea. you can't blame yourself.
Alea moves back to the corner of the room.
Veraik: You didn't know.
Flotilla: It's nothing illegal, I swear. You won't get into any trouble at all if you help me.
Alea shrugs.
Flotilla: Let me know ===== let me go.
Briel nods.
Briel: I'll make sure she gets the message today.
Flotilla looks very relieved.
Flotilla: Thank you! Thank you...
Veraik adjusts ambient for the constantly moving nager currents Alea is making while she is pacing the room.
Flotilla: I really appreciate this, I know being a total stranger and all... thank you.
Briel turns and hurries away.
Inside weird nagers tease at Briel's field as she nips past various doorways.
Briel is sorely regretting coming here...and to find this problem on top of everything...she shudders.
Alea: Is Tamlen going to die?
Alea finally stops pacing and asks Veraik what is on her mind.
Veraik: He's not out of the woods so I can't say.
Briel steps up her pace.
Alea sighs.
Alea: I understand, Hajene.
Alea runs a hand through her hair, realizing her pins are missing and it's hanging around her face in a mess.
Alea: I don't suppose someone could get us some more clean clothes and my pins for my hair?
Inside [the far door appears at last]
Briel augments toward it.
Briel pushes it open, bursting out into the light.
Veraik: I'm sure I can handle that one. [smiles]
Veraik: With exception to the hair pins, of course.
Alea: Oh, and please make sure it gets on my chart that
I am allergic to...
Alea: No hair pins? Why?
Veraik: What are you allergic to?
Briel decides she should make it to Flotilla's sister's house before the fair can leaves and heads out.
Alea: The uh...pomegranate in the drink Jon brought us yesterday.
Alea: I was sick all night...NOT a pretty sight.
Veraik: I'll make sure it is in your chart.
Alea: And I'll tell you something else, Veraik. The alarm is still not fixed. We had no way to notify anyone.
Veraik: I'll bet.
Alea: Tarsh thought I was dying on him....
Alea: He couldn't get near me...I locked myself in the bathroom...he ruined two of my pictures in his anger.
Alea points to the destroyed canvases.
Veraik: Well, I'll make that notation then I plan to check on Tramila and Tamlen.
Alea: Someone finally heard him yelling...yes, please do!
Alea: And please get us some more clothes.
Briel wanders the streets until she finds Routundas house.
Alea: And hair pins.
Alea: I bought new ones. They're on my dresser. I know
I have plenty.
Veraik looks to Tarsh. "Hang in there. It won't be much longer."
Inside is now known as Rotunda.
Veraik: Sorry. Like I said. No hair pins.
Alea: Why not?
Veraik: Clothes, I'll handle.
Alea eyes narrow.
Veraik: I threw them out.
Alea: What!
Alea: Why?
Alea distressed.
Briel goes up to the door and signals.
Rotunda answers.
Veraik: Because they were everywhere in the Center.
Alea: Only because you took them out...
Rotunda is a... immense... Gen, and a regular donor (GN-
1)
Alea glances at Tarsh and blushes.
Veraik: They were a menace.
Rotunda: Why hello, Briel! [smiles prettily]
Briel: Hello Rotunda.
Briel: How are you?
Veraik: I found that on the floor all the time.
Alea glowers at Veraik.
Rotunda: Fine, Fine! Would you like to come in?
Rotunda: I have fresh carrot cake with honey glaze...
Briel: Sure.
Rotunda lets Briel in.
Briel steps into the house.
Veraik quickly backs out. I'll get your clothes.
Briel: Oh, no. I'm not hungry.
Veraik leaves.
Alea turns her back to Veraik and looks out the window.
Rotunda: [the living room is bright and friendly, with afghans over the couches and dried flowers here and there.
Rotunda: ]
Rotunda: Would you like a seat? Some tea, perhaps?
Briel: Actually, I came about your sister Flotilla.
Rotunda flutters about, graceful as a daffodil in springtime.
Rotunda: Oh!
Rotunda: [surprised]
Rotunda: My sister? Really, you've heard from her?
Briel: Yes, she is working the fair.
Briel zlins Rotunda.
Rotunda is genuinely surprised.
Veraik removes his clean suite and dumps it in the infectious laundry.
Rotunda: ~~~ high field ~~~
Rotunda: ~~~ healthy ~~~
Briel: She said she ...well...she requires help. It seems she is in a fix and begged me to come ask you to go to her.
Rotunda: ~~~ surprised ~~~
Rotunda: Oh, my word!
Rotunda: We wondered, when we didn't hear from her in so long. Of course the parting wasn't on perfect terms, but... nobody expected... oh, my.
Rotunda: Well, where is she?
Veraik checks on a room for Tarsh and finds that one will be available by the end of the day.
Briel: She is um...in the freak show.
Veraik: Then he goes to Alea's room and finds some clothes.
Rotunda: ~~~ shocked... then embarrassed sadness ~~~
Rotunda: Oh.
Briel: She seems healthy enough. She is evidently in some sort of financial situation and wants to come home.
Rotunda: ~~~ spirits rising ~~~
Briel: There's no reason to be embarrassed Rotunda.
Veraik goes to Tarsh's room for clothes then he slides the clothes into the door slot in the room they are in.
Rotunda: Well if she wants to come home.. of course she's welcomed. We'll do everything we can to help her out.
Briel forces her reassuring smile despite her growing need.
Rotunda: ~~~ reassured by Briel's attempts ~~~
Briel: The fair leaves this evening so I wouldn't wait long.
Rotunda: ~~~ responds to Briel's need, but only slightly
- a high GN-1 ~~~
Rotunda: Thank you so much. I don't know how I can ever thank you.
Rotunda: Thank == repay.
Briel: No problem.
Rotunda gets her scarf and coat.
Briel: If you'll excuse me...I should get back to the center.
Veraik: In his office, he pulls out Alea's file and notes her addition food allergy then scribbles an additional note saying that she is allergy to the material that hair pins are made from.
Rotunda: Here, let me give you a little something to take back.
Rotunda puts some honey-glazed carrot cake pieces in a box, gives it to Briel.
Briel nods.
Briel: Thank you.
Rotunda lets Briel out.
Tramila zlins Tamlen across the room and now that the shaking will occur soon and hopes that she can be in a different one when it happens.
Tramila Tamlen moans.
Briel: Goodbye and good luck.
Rotunda puts on her scarf and hurries down the road, bouncing like that most ethereal of creatures, the graceful gazelle.
Briel heads back to the Center.
Veraik puts on another clear suite and enters the room to check on Tamlen and Tramila.
Veraik enters the room. "Hello Tramila." [zlins]
Tramila: Hello Veraik.
Tramila: [fear] Tamlen is going to start shaking soon.
I can zlin it.
Veraik goes to Tamlen and zlins.
Briel goes into the Center and to the Gen's rec. room.
She gives the cake to a Gen and leaves.
Veraik zlins Tamlen's fever.
Veraik: I've brought your another dose of medicine. "Do you think you can take it?
Veraik watches Tamlen try to nod stiffly..coughs, clenching up against the pain.
Veraik hopes he is nageric strong enough to control the shaking when it happens.
Veraik: You sleep. You check on you again later.
Veraik notes how Tamlen acts as if he doesn't hear him.
Veraik is sadden to see the Donor so sick.
Veraik turns to Tramila. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Tramila: No, Veraik. But thank you for asking. How is
Alea and Tarsh?"
Alea continues to rattle on and on stats to Tarsh she has noted while in the room while she draws.
Veraik grins. "So far. They are showing no signs of symptoms. I hope that we were able to confine it to the two of you.
Tramila: I hope so.
Briel goes to the front desk and asks for the files on the new flu patients admitted today...several in the last hour.
Briel: Shen, I don't know where we're going to put them.
We're out of space as it is!
Tramila adjusts her nager into a soothing, blanketing safe place. "I think I'll sleep now."
Veraik: You do that.
Veraik leaves.
Briel: Be sure to have housekeeping clean up the rooms thoroughly before all the patients in the halls are put into those rooms.
Briel is surprised at how many charts are handed to her.
Nods her thanks to Clerk.
Briel turns back toward her office.
Striped Snake slides out underneath a storeroom door.
Striped Snake seeks warmth.
Alea is sitting continuing to sketch Tarsh.
Striped Snake glides over an open expanse of cool floor, approaching a source of warmth.
Alea is remembering how wonderful he looks in other positions and elaborates on her drawings.
Alea smiles as she adds some special touches to her drawings.
Striped Snake slips underneath a chair.
Alea thinks about his strong hands, long graceful fingers, soft gentle tentacles.
Striped Snake climbs a leg of the chair and insinuates itself into some warm folds of cloth it finds.
Alea sighs quietly, not wanting to disturb Tarsh, realizing the reason he looks so bad is simply be cause he is so close to need and is stuck in here with her.
Alea draws the long gentle lines....feels something against her skirt and brushes at it.
Striped Snake finds a hot, living surface and presses its body against it.
Alea shades, bringing out the...
Alea brushes again, confused.
Alea eyes widen and she jerks her skirt up.
Alea: AAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!
Alea jumps straight up.
Striped Snake coils up in its hot new home.
Flotilla is now known as Jirelle.
Jirelle hears the howl from the other room and leaps to her feet.
Alea: OH MY GOD TARSH!!!! A SNAKE!! A SNAKE!!!!!! A
S N A K E!!!!!
Alea Climbs over the chair, sending it crashing.
Jirelle rushes to the treatment room and hesitates outside the door, knowing there is shaking plague within.
Jirelle: Alea? Alea... are you all right? What's going on in there?
Alea feels the canvases going over as she jumps to the counter.
Striped Snake wraps itself around Alea's thigh and clings for dear life.
Jirelle: Oh, dear.
Alea sees Tarsh going hyper.
Alea: Jirelle!
Alea grabs at her leg, pulling at the Snake.
Alea: AAARRRGH!!! YIKES!!! OH MY GOD!!!!
Jirelle zlins, then realizes she has no choice and opens the door, runs in.
Alea: Shen it shen shen shen!!!!
Alea: NO TARSH!
Alea tries to calm down....
Alea: Shen!
Alea: Help him...AAAIIIYYYYEEEEE!!!!
Jirelle darts between Tarsh and Alea, distracting the
Ren Sime with her own field.
Alea grabs at the Snake, peeling at it to pull it off.
Alea: It's on me!!! OH GOSH!!! SHEN!!!!
Striped Snake tries to wriggle free, succeeds in crawling partway up into Alea's shirt.
Alea: OH!!!!
Striped Snake's tail wags back and forth in Alea's grip.
Alea jerks at her top, ripping buttons and shredding material to get it off!
Alea looks in horror at Tarsh.
Alea: Knock him hypo!
Alea sets mode: +o Tarsh
Jirelle is not having much luck influencing Tarsh's field with a high-field, panicking First only a few feet away.
Jirelle: Get a grip on yourself, Alea! [pleading]
Alea sees the Snake moving it's tail and screams again.
Alea sees Tarsh goes to towards her.
Alea THROWS IT.
Alea heart is beating a mile a minute.
Alea: NO!
Alea jumps down, reaching for Tarsh's field.
Striped Snake's slides out of Alea's brassiere as Alea pulls it out to throw it.
Alea jerks at her bra...shuddering.
Jirelle continues to hold Tarsh back physically, while projecting calmness and peace... with very little effect.
Jirelle gapes when Tarsh grabs Alea and bra down her front to grab the snake.
Alea engages Tarsh's field and brings him duo...
Alea gasps and jumps back.
Alea: NO Tarsh!
Alea: Don't touch.
Jirelle zlins him going hypo.
Alea: Jirelle, the snake!
Alea shuddering...
Alea: Where did that shendoni be flayed snake go?
Alea: How the shen did it get in here in the middle of winter!
Alea: Oh, shen oh shen oh shen!!!
Alea backs away from Tarsh.
Striped Snake crawls out of sight behind Tarsh's sickbed.
Alea moves as far away from Tarsh as possible, still shuddering.
Alea: Help him, Jirelle.
Veraik walks down the hall and hears the commotion.
Alea starts throwing stuff everywhere searching for the
Snake.
Alea shoves the bed to the side.
Jirelle goes to Tarsh once again, attempting to soothe him with calm and meditative nager.
Veraik grabs a clean suite and enters the room.
Jirelle blocks Alea's field from him as best as possible, which is not very well.
Veraik sees Tarsh drops to the floor and curls up, shaking, wanting Alea...wanting Alea safe.
Alea jerks at the curtains, shaking them and accidentally pulling them off the rail at the top of the ceiling.
Alea: Oh shen oh shen!!!
Jirelle: Alea... would you please try to get mellow! You aren't helping at all!
Striped Snake darts out from where the bed was and under the door of the supply closet.
Veraik enters, sees Jirelle without the protective clothing. "Jirelle?"
Alea pulls out med supplies...
Alea: AAAYYYIIIEEE!!!!!!
Veraik: What is going on in here?
Jirelle: Veraik! Help!
Alea Jumps again....diving for the top of the bed.
Jirelle: Please, get Alea calmed down or at least block her nager... she's going nuts!
Alea screeches as the bed, unlocked, begins to careen across the room.
Alea: S-s-s-ss-ssnnnnaaaake!!!!
Veraik augments to Alea, projecting calm.
Alea eyes widen as she heads for the glass enclosed medicine cabinet.
Veraik: "What?"
Alea {CRASH]!!!!!
Jirelle crouches over Tarsh's fallen form, tries to shield him from the ambient as best she can.
Alea goes flying off the bed that halted so abruptly by the broken bottles and glass enclosure.
Veraik jumps back, protecting his laterals.
Alea hits the wall, grunts, and slides down next to the closet.
Alea stares stunned into the crack of the closet, trying to remember what happened.
Veraik: Alea?
Striped Snake slips out from under the closet door and crawls stealthily back into Alea's shirt.
Alea: AAARRRGH!
Alea grabs at her bra, trying to dislodge the snake...rolling onto her back in complete hysterics.
Veraik sees the Snake and grabs it.
Alea sssnnnakke!
Striped Snake wriggles frantically into Alea's brassiere in an attempt to escape the grabbing hand and tentacles.
Alea grabs at Veraik's leg, jerking on his pants, ripping it!
Alea jerks hard at Veraik's leg.
Veraik throws the snake across the room.
Alea: GET IT GET IT!!!!
Alea: It's going to bite!
Alea continues to jerk on Veraik’s leg, not realizing the snake is gone.
Striped Snake hits the opposite wall, falls down behind a cabinet.
Veraik: Alea. The snake is over there. [points]
Alea: GET IT!
Alea: It crawled up my leg.
Alea starts sobbing.
Alea: In my shirt.
Alea points to her shredded shirt.
Alea: My bra!
Jirelle tries desperately to think happy thoughts, warm happy summer time thoughts to poor Tarsh.
Alea point at her chest which the bra is in shreds.
Veraik holds Alea and rubs her back in circles.
Alea: It..it almost touched my face!
Alea jerks back.
Alea: Don't touch me!!!
Alea sees Tarsh blinks.
Alea runs across the room to the bathroom, hurrying inside to black her nager from the room.
Striped Snake limps (so to speak) along the base of the wall and beats a prudent exit under the crack of the treatment room door.
Alea drops her shredded bra and skirt and panties and jumps in the shower, turning on the hot water and scrubbing frantically...still sobbing.
Veraik: It's all right, Alea. I have my clean suite.
Veraik: Jirelle? Why are you here without the clean suit?
Alea finishes scrubbing and making sure the snake isn't hidden anywhere on her, then steps out of the shower.
Veraik: You are going to have to stay with Alea and
Tarsh now.
Alea forgoes her clothes...grabbing a towel, shaking it thoroughly before wrapping it around her, then grabbing one for her hair and repeating the process.
Veraik: Perhaps you can control the ambient for Tarsh.
Alea hurries back out and over toward Tarsh, controlling her field despite the fact that she is wringing her hands.
Alea doesn't get too close.
Alea: I'm so sorry. I um..well...I have this thing about snakes...I don't like them too much.
Alea watches Tarsh, still breathing harshly, go back across the room.
Veraik: Not too many people do, Alea.
Alea moves back to the bed and shoves at it.
Alea: I am so sorry Veraik.
Veraik: It's all right. [looks down at his clothes] I guess.
Alea jumps when a piece of glass cuts her foot.
Alea: Oh shen!!!
Alea hops on one foot, trying to remove the glass.
Veraik leers at the towel, hoping that it will drop.
Alea towel drops.
Alea: Aaaaggghh!
Veraik picks her up, thinking "What luck."
Alea grabs at the towel.
Veraik carries her back to the bathroom and removes the glass shard.
Veraik is enjoying himself and trying not to let it show.
Alea: I am perfectly fine walking Hajene.
Alea stiff as a poker at being carried nearly naked by
Veraik.
Jirelle: Well I heard this screaming and these horrible crashes from inside...
Jirelle: And I zlinned Tarsh was starting to...
Jirelle: Well, I just did the best I could think to do at the time.
Alea: The snake crawled up my.....
Alea looks at Veraik.
Alea: Well..it..um...
Alea shrugs.
Veraik: I'm sure you did. Did you touch anyone?
Alea: Thank you Jirelle.
Alea: You did wonderful.
Alea wiggles against Veraik, trying to get loose.
Jirelle: I held Tarsh back.. he was advancing on Alea.
Jirelle glances at Tarsh apologetically.
Veraik: [zlins pleased that Alea thinks Jirelle did a good job]
Veraik: Did you touch his laterals, Jirelle? [worried[
Alea wiggles until she is free of Veraik and tries to wrap the towel around her body again.
Alea dances on her tip toes in case the snake is in the floor of the bathroom.
Veraik finishes healing Alea, thinking that this has been a great day. [face and zlin protected]
Veraik: Alea. Try to stay out of the glass until I can get it cleaned up.
Alea: Of course, Hajene.
Alea tucks the towel between her breasts and then moves around Veraik to go out and look for some more clothes to wear.
Veraik zlins Tarsh. [frowns] but says nothing.
Alea picks up the curtain she accidentally knocked down.
Alea: Uh...[looks at Veraik, shrugs, tosses it over the glass]
Jirelle: Well, I.... I tried not to.
Veraik sighs.
Alea looks at all the first aid supplies scattered everywhere.
Veraik: So do you think you are safe, Jirelle?
Alea: How in shen did this place turn into a picture of a war zone.
Alea mutters.
Alea eyes Tarsh, then Jirelle, wondering who made such a mess.
Veraik clears throat but says nothing.
Jirelle: Well I guess so... well I think his laterals may have touched my arms, but mine were sheathed.
Alea shudders again, carefully picking her way across the room, avoiding the bandages, cups, broken bottles...
Veraik frowns. then I am afraid you are going to have to stay with Alea and Tarsh.
Jirelle hesitates, then smiles
Alea teeters, trying to stay on her toes, bends her knees and jumps over a nasty spot of broken glass.
Jirelle: Well that will be nice. I would love to get to spend more time with both of them.
Alea lands...her foot accidentally connecting with a bandage and she slides.
Alea: Oh! ooh! OOOoooOOOOOOHH!!!!!!
Alea windmills....
Alea feels one foot going one way while the other stays in one spot.
Veraik nods head. I just hope you don't experience entran. It's not a pleasant way to live and you are going to have to for the next ten days.
Alea: AaaAAAAaaaHHHHHH!!!!!!
Veraik augments to catch Alea.
Alea: Yiiiiiiiieeeeee!
Veraik picks her up and zlins her.
Alea blinks, gasping....
Alea: Uh...sorry, Hajene.
Alea's towel falls off again.
Alea: Eeeak!
Veraik inhales her softens which says Alea.
Alea grabs at her towel.
Veraik is delighted with an Alea without a towel once again/
Veraik zlins Alea.
Alea tucks it back between her breasts.
Alea: Where are my clothes?
Veraik carries her to the bed and gently lays her back.
Alea tries to look dignified with her bottom certainly showing as Veraik carries her.
Veraik: You tore them up. I'll have to get you more.
[leer escapes eyes]
Alea glares.
Alea: Well hurry!
Alea sighs and jerks at the sheet to wrap around her toga style.
Striped Snake: Well... that's one good thing about being only a Second right? It can't be that bad. [smiles to show she will be a good sport about it]
Striped Snake: ==== that was Jirelle ====
Veraik: I'll get some for you as well, Jirelle.
Veraik leaves.
Briel comes down the hall with several reports in her hands.
Jirelle: Some clothes? I have clothes.
Alea: You are wearing them, Jirelle...but you'll be here ten days...unless Tarsh and I don't show symptoms within the next few.
Veraik: Hello, Briel.
Briel: Veraik...we have had fifteen new cases of flu admitted today to the Center.
Briel: We are out of bed, out of room and beginning to have to double up shifts.
Veraik blanches.
Briel waves files at Veraik, then sighs.
Veraik: We are also out of a second.
Briel rubs at her neck.
Briel: What?
Briel looks up, surprised.
Briel: Someone else came down with the flu?
Veraik: There was a Snake in Alea and Tarsh's room.
Jirelle rushed in and now we can't be for sure that she hasn't been infected.
Briel: Why'd she go in there?
Briel confused..then remembers Nally's reaction...thinks of Alea and groans.
Briel: Never mind.
Veraik: Yes.
Briel: I can only imagine.
Briel: What did she do? Try to burn it to a cinder and catch the entire room on fire?
Briel: Let me guess, the whole infirmary is now flooded with water.
Briel: Or she tried to kill it and smashed out all the windows?
Briel shakes her head disgusted.
Veraik: No but the glass medicine cabinet has been broken and she doesn't remember doing it.
Veraik: Come on Briel.
Briel: Figures.
Briel hands Veraik the folders...
Briel: Where?
Briel suddenly remembers another reason she wanted to talk to Veraik.
Veraik: It is only natural to react that way when a
Snake slithers down a woman's bra.
Briel focuses her attention totally on the person who might be able to help her.
Briel: Veraik....
Briel: Alea wears a bra?
Badangel: Alea... that was great! You were magnificent.
Briel: Figures.
Briel shakes her head.
Alea thinks that's not true..she wasn't so great.
Veraik: Well, what would your reaction be if that happened to you?
Goodangel: What were you thinking??? I thought you were trying to straighten out?
Briel: I don't have to worry about that...as you should know.
Alea moans.
Alea: I was...I was....
Veraik: Why not?
Badangel: Don't listen to that namby pamby be-good stuff, Alea. We both know you have more imagination than that.
Badangel pushes good angel aside.
Briel sighs and shakes her head, thinking it's a shame
Veraik has forgotten just what she wears under her uniforms.
Briel: Never mind.
Briel: Look...I...well....I have to talk to you about a
Donor for me.
Alea moans again...
Alea: I could have hurt Tarsh!
Alea: But I am trying...I really am!
Veraik: About the Channel shortage. do you think we could get the Tecton to send us some help?
Alea sitting in a corner away from everyone whispering furiously.
Briel: Hah.
Briel: You're kidding.
Briel: They still haven’t sent me a Donor!
Briel takes a breath, trying to calm herself.
Goodangel: I know you're trying....
Veraik: You're Donor hasn't arrived yet?
Goodangel: But you must keep trying. Don't ever let up, even for an instant...
Veraik adjust ambient for Briel.
Briel: No...and well...I think I might have a solution.
Goodangel: Every time something bad happens people just look at you the wrong way... you don't want that, do you?
Veraik: What is it?
Alea: I won't. I can't. So many things depend on it...
Alea: No, no I don't...
Briel steels herself.
Briel: Nick wants me to qualify him.
Veraik: Veraik zlins Briel .
Badangel: Alea... be true to yourself.
Veraik: Nick? The Donor that Snake is training?
Alea: I've finally found somewhere to live happily. And today...I almost....
Badangel: You know you aren't really like all that stuff they say. You're just trying to express yourself.
Alea: I am trying to be true to myself. You don't understand.
Alea: Well...yes, somewhat...
Briel: Yes.
Badangel: If people weren't so stiff and uptight, nobody would ever get mad at you.
Veraik: [thinks that it is ironic that they are talking about Snake when a real one just terrorized the Center.
Alea: Will you shut up!
Badangel: I mean, what's so wrong about being scared of a snake? Everybody is scared of snakes.
Briel: He zlins like well, he could be a good first.
Badangel vanishes in a puff of smoke.
Veraik: I see.
Alea thinks about that....
Goodangel vanishes in a puff of smoke.
Veraik: And you want me to monitor for you?
Alea: No no..not YOU!
Alea thinks she must be going crazy...
Alea: I am talking to myself.
Alea: Shen.
Briel: Well...if I can convince Snake to let you.
Briel: I...I wouldn't want it to be just her.
Briel: However...maybe you could go to her house with me.
Veraik frowns.
Briel: I mean...I don't have a Donor yet. I'm less than a week away from transfer, Veraik.
Briel stops in the hall and stares at Veraik.
Veraik: What does she say to that? You know what I would say.
Briel looks serious.
Briel: What am I going to do without a Donor.
Briel shudders.
Blacksnake crawls out of the cookie jar in the cafeteria.
Veraik: The Tecton will come through for you Briel. You must be patient. You know that Tecton will come through.
Blacksnake sidewinds along a polished counter.
Veraik soothes the ambient.
Briel rakes a hand through her hair...
Briel allows her tentacles to twirl in strands of her loose brown hair.
Veraik: Veraik zlins Briel .
Briel: I...I don't know...
Briel: Where is my DONOR!
Briel anguished whisper.
Veraik: All right. I would prefer to do it here. Close to the medical facilities.
Blacksnake finds three eggs the cook left there for the evening's bread.
Briel continues to run her tentacles through her hair, her head down, the tension obvious in the set of her shoulders.
Veraik steps behind her and rubs her back.
Veraik: These are tough times.
Briel relaxes slowly.
Briel: Easy to say when you have Donors here...
Veraik sets mode: +t
Briel: I wonder why they won't give you a name.
Briel: Oh shen...
Briel: We should talk to Snake....but....
Briel: She is requiring something else...I think you should know.
Briel: She wants us to forge the documents so that they won't know who gave me transfer. I can't do that Veraik.
I don't believe they will try to steal Nick..but I think
Snake does.
Alea gives up on her clothes and grabs one of Tarsh's shirts and slips it on.
Alea retrieves her sketch pad[now oblivious to the total chaos around her]and begins to sketch again.
Veraik sets mode: +o JonDrake
Veraik: No. We can't do that.
Briel: I don't know what to do.
Veraik: I'll call the Tecton again.
Veraik: If they are aware of the situation, perhaps they will be more willing to get a Donor to you.
Briel sighs.
Briel: Thank you Veraik.
Briel: I shouldn't be so worried....
Briel shrugs.
Briel: It's been a rough week.
Veraik: I know Briel.
Briel throws her hair back and sighs.
Veraik: I'll go to the office and see what can be done then I'll be back in the infirmary to help.
Briel: Okay.
Alea keeps her field guarded as best as she can from
Tarsh as she draws pictures...
Alea looks at Tarsh's tentacles which are now not tentacles, but snakes in her pictures.
Veraik hurries to his office.
Alea draws him, striding toward her, the snakes on his arms reaching out toward her.....
Alea shudders.
Alea flips the page and draws a picture of her, in hysterics and the snakes turning on Tarsh and biting him....
Alea flips another page, her drawing intense as she shows
Tarsh on the floor pale...unconscious....
Alea finally tosses the sketch pad across the room.
Jon Drake knocks on the door.
Alea jumps up, startled, winces and backs into the corner as far away from Tarsh as possible.
Alea: Come in.
Jon Drake backs in with a tray.
Alea: Jon!
Alea: Watch where you step.
Jon Drake: Ready for lunch?
Jon Drake turns around and sees the room.
Alea looks at the tray.
Jon Drake notices that Alea seems a bit uncomfortable.
Jon Drake: Is everything all right? I'm sorry about the pomegranates.
Alea: No problem. Neither one of us know...and well,
Tarsh did make it through that encounter without going totally insane.
Alea smiles apologetically at Jirelle.
Jon Drake sees Jirelle.
Jon Drake: How are you doing, Jirelle?
Jon Drake turns back to Alea after some small talk with
Jirelle.
Alea smiles.
Alea: What'd you bring this time?
Jon Drake: How does cheese sandwiches sound?
Alea: Delicious!
Jon Drake: No pomegranates today.
Alea: Good.
Jon Drake: How about oranges?
Alea: Great.
Alea goes to the table and clears a spot.
Alea: You know, Jon, I appreciate you coming here...we all do...but...well, aren't you worried.
Alea carefully doesn't look at Tarsh or Jirelle.
Alea: By the way..where is Briel? I haven’t seen her...you know, her Donor still isn't here.
Alea sighs sadly.
Alea: I heard that rumor this morning.
Jon Drake: Worried? It just takes some basic precautions.
Alea nods.
Jon Drake: No. I wish I could do something for her.
Alea moves closer to Jon.
Alea: Would you do me a favor[whispers]
Jon Drake watches her movement with interest.
Jon Drake: Yes, Alea?
Alea sees what he is watching and flushes. Tries to stay very still. "Go to Briel, see if she can get the three of us separate rooms"
Alea: And please find me some clothes afterward.
Jon Drake doesn't stare...
Jon Drake appreciates.
Jon Drake: I'll see what I can do.
Briel heads to the cafeteria for a cup of tea, hoping that the warmth will help her not think about being alone.
Alea: Thank you.
Jon Drake: Is it getting difficult for you three?
Alea shrugs, thinking about the horror for Tarsh earlier and the drawings she has been drawing.
Alea: Not me, exactly.
Alea thinks she'll have nightmares for months at Tarsh's reactions when she freaked. Like the last time she reacted that way...
Alea: Briel can help, I'm sure.
Jon Drake nods.
Jon Drake: Ok. I'll be right back.
Alea nods, relieved and moves back to the corner of her room, ignoring everyone else.
Briel takes a sip of her drink, thinks it is awful and sets it down.
Jon Drake heads down the hallway, looking for Briel.
Briel looks around, thinking she was crazy to have come here when she couldn't possibly eat a bite.
Briel thinks about Nick and her smile gets dreamy.
Briel thinks he is almost as sexy as his nager....wonders what that nager would feel like drawing at top speed...
Briel feels need draining her life force away and shudders that there is no one there for her.
Jon Drake checks Briel's office on the way to the front desk. He checks the log for her location.
Jon Drake heads out to the cafeteria.
Jon Drake enters and scans the area.
Jon Drake spies Briel across the room.
Briel pushes her tea away.
Jon Drake walks over to where Briel is sitting.
Briel zlins him.
Briel: Hello, Jon.
Briel: Please, sit down.
Jon Drake sits down.
Briel: What brings you here?
Jon Drake: How are you doing, Brie?
Briel leaning on Jon's field.
Briel: Oh, fine...
Briel tries to act nonchalant.
Briel: Your channel taking a break from the healing?
Briel opens herself willingly to Jon's soothing field.
Stripe Snake slides stealthily across the floor, behind
Jon Drake and curls into the shadow near his feet.
Jon Drake: Yes, for a while. I was delivering some lunch to Alea, Tarsh, and Jirelle.
Briel: Ah.
Briel slips her hand out toward Jon's wanting to deepen the contact.
Briel: Did you hear about the mess that woman made?
Briel allows herself to slip hyper and watch Jon's shifting field, thinking how wonderful and high it looks.
Jon Drake likes the feel of Briel's field.
Stripe Snake enters the soothing heat of the interior of
Jon Drake's pants leg.
Briel watches the shifting gold and white, bathing in its warmth...feeling need less for the first time in days.
Jon Drake feels something strange at his foot.
Jon Drake remembers the snake earlier.
Briel zlins the attention shift and feels the field drifting...
Jon Drake looks up to Briel and notices her state.
Briel ~~concern fear~~
Jon Drake pulls Briel duo.
Briel gasps.
Briel: Jon...I...am...sorry.
Briel reaches out for his hand, missing the hyperconscious level...
Stripe Snake oozes up along JonDrake's calf, around his knee.
Jon Drake: Never mind that.
Briel continues to track his field watching the shifting patterns...
Jon Drake: Would you zlin near my feet.
Briel reaches out toward him...
Briel: Hmmm?
Stripe Snake wraps itself around JonDrake's thigh.
Briel field grabs her attention and she zlins closer...and notes something....
Jon Drake is wearing pants and sitting down.
Briel jumps back, gasping.
Briel: Jon...your....snake....leg.
Briel shudders.
Briel reaches out and snatches at the spot the snake is at, ripping a small whole with her tentacle and grabbing the offending snake.
Briel shudders at its slimy feel and wonders how anyone can think this feels like tentacles.
Jon Drake lets himself relax.
Briel goes hypo. afraid to zlin if someone sees what is in her pocket.
Jon Drake continues breathing.
Briel: I'll uh...be right back...
Briel jumps up and hurries to a passing renSime and hands him the snake.
Briel: Please dispose of this.
Briel shudders again and returns to the table.
Jon Drake is looking at the rip in his pants.
Jon Drake looks up.
Briel sees his stare.
Jon Drake: Thanks, Brie.
Briel: It's only a small rip, Jon.
Briel looks apologetically.
Jon Drake: I know. Don't worry about it.
Briel risks zlinning around and doesn't see anyone reacting badly. She sits down.
Jon Drake: I had no way of knowing if it was poisonous or not.
Briel: Of course.
Briel nods.
Briel: We are trying to trace where these things came from.
Briel: Our closest guess is that young woman from the distect who was here and escaped or maybe one of the anti-tectonists sects around here.
Briel: Of course, it could be a number of other things.
Jon Drake: I hope they find out what happened.
Jon Drake: JulesDist escaped?
Jon Drake: No one told me.
Briel: Yeah.
Briel: Sorry, JD. It's been busy here. We've had part of our staff at the fair and part here. The flu is in epidemic proportions.
Briel: We have doubled and tripled people in rooms.
Briel: And we have a channel, two Donors and a renSime...on, and now a second order Channel out under isolation for possible shaking plague problems.
Jon Drake: Speaking of that, Alea wanted me to ask to see if you could do something about their accommodations.
Briel: Between all of that and other problems...I guess it didn't get to you about the young woman.
Briel thinks part of the problem was her looking for a
Donor during that time.
Jon Drake is a bit unhappy about that.
Jon Drake: I know she's distect, but I still hope she is all right.
Briel shakes her head.
Briel: I would imagine she is probably dead...in this cold, trying to go wherever it was.
Briel: Face it, if it had been close, she wouldn't have come to us probably.
Jon Drake frowns.
Briel: She was in bad shape. So, it stands to reason, that, unless she is holed up resting somewhere that she probably didn't make it.
Briel sighs and stands.
Briel: I'm not getting anything done here. I suppose I should get back to work.
Jon Drake regrets not bucking the system and trying harder to look in on her.
Jon Drake: Ok.
Briel pauses.
Jon Drake: Thanks for your time, and your help.
Briel confused, not sure how she has helped.
Briel: Sure, JD...and...thanks for your....support.
Jon Drake nods, distracted. Sure, I'm always happy to help you. You know that.
Briel feels that distraction and yearns for that control again, but says nothing and leaves.
Jon Drake sits there a moment, lost in thought.
Jon Drake can't help but thing that there was more he could have done.
Jon Drake wonders if there is anything that can be done now.
Piotr Rava is wandering the streets of Bender Cove, heading toward the establishment known as "Lucky Eddies."
Jules Dist is holed up in a burned out building until she finishes healing before leaving.
Briel is now known as JulesDist.
Piotr Rava is walking past one of the burned out buildings.
Jules Dist zlins a Gen and moves back further..hitting a beam by accident.
Piotr Rava hears a sound.
Jules Dist covers her arms as dust and grit rain down on her.
Piotr Rava hears what sounds like a moan, wondering if someone is in trouble.
Jules Dist gaps as her ribs protest the movement.
Piotr Rava enters the building quietly, concerned that he may find another case of a Sime attacking a Gen like the other day.
Jules Dist zlins the Gen's approach.
Jules Dist: Shen.
Jules Dist coughs, then shivers.
Jules Dist augments to raise her body temperature.
Piotr Rava hurries.
Jules Dist prepares to face the intruder.
Piotr Rava locks his nager down.
Piotr Rava crouches behind some debris and looks to the origin of the sound.
Jules Dist: What do you want?
Jules Dist rasps it out belligerently.
Piotr Rava stands up.
Jules Dist zlins Piotr warily.
Piotr Rava: What has happened to you?
Piotr Rava approaches, seeing that she is in pain.
Jules Dist: Who are you?
Jules Dist pushes herself to her feet and backs away, wincing as she does.
Piotr Rava lets his nager relax, his field begins to pulse in response to her injuries.
Piotr Rava: No, don't move.
Piotr Rava: You are hurt.
Jules Dist zlins his field.
Jules Dist: I know that.
Jules Dist [sarcastically]
Piotr Rava is a very high first order Gen, ordered, but not Tecton protocols.
Piotr Rava: How did this happen to you?
Jules Dist: Hey, accidents happen.
Jules Dist: Just keep your distance and I'll keep mine.
Piotr Rava holds, studying the renSime.
Piotr Rava sees that she is in pain.
Piotr Rava pulls her attention with his field.
Jules Dist goes hyper.
Piotr Rava walks a bit closer, projecting calm, safety.
Jules Dist slowly relaxes.
Piotr Rava wishes he had the sensitivity to zlin.
Piotr Rava varies his field, testing to see what forms she responds to.
Jules Dist forces herself duo.
Jules Dist: What do you want?
Piotr Rava: You are injured. You need help. How did this happen?
Jules Dist: Why do you want to know. Just who the shenned are you. I see no reason to trust you.
Jules Dist looks around, zlinning for a way to escape.
Piotr Rava pulls back his hood, his uncommon features apparent.
Jules Dist pauses to study the man.
Jules Dist zlins something odd about him.
Jules Dist: You're not Tecton.
Piotr Rava: No, I am not. My people were not of the
Tecton.
Piotr Rava: I get the feeling you are not as well, yet you are not quite like the dregs I have found on these streets.
Jules Dist zlins what she thinks is the truth, but recognizes he could hide it from her.
Jules Dist: I am on my way home.
Jules Dist: I only stopped her to rest.
Piotr Rava: In your shape, in that clothing, you won't make it far.
Jules Dist: I'll augment.
Piotr Rava: And how long will that last?
Jules Dist: Long enough.
Piotr Rava: When was the last time you had transfer?
Jules Dist: A week.
Jules Dist: Look.
Jules Dist looks wearily around.
Jules Dist: All I want is to get back to my people...
Jules Dist feels her system respond to Piotr's offer of help and resists in fear.
Piotr Rava: At least _your_ people are still alive apparently.
Jules Dist grief stricken features.
Jules Dist ~grief~~
Piotr Rava: I will help you if you will allow it.
Jules Dist looks up at Piotr.
Jules Dist: How?
Jules Dist: You don't even know who I am?
Jules Dist: You don't even know me.
Piotr Rava: I am not quite sure.
Jules Dist takes a step back, unsure to and slips on a loose piece of wood. She staggers and tries to right herself, gasping as she does.
Jules Dist drops to her knees moaning.
Piotr Rava rushes to her.
Piotr Rava lets his field extend, giving warm support.
Piotr Rava: Let me help you. You will not make it to your people of you continue like this.
Jules Dist allows Piotr to help her.
Piotr Rava looks the renSime over.
Jules Dist zlins Piotr.
Wise Snake notices somebody who looks like they are from out of town.
Piotr Rava: I need to get you warmer.
Wise Snake: Hey, Nick, hold on a second.
Jules Dist: I...I...
Nick looks at watch, starts to open mouth, shrugs.
Piotr Rava takes off his cloak and puts it around her.
Nick: Ok...
Piotr Rava: Just relax.
Wise Snake approaches Portescap.
Wise Snake: Hey uh... hi there.
Jules Dist: Okay.
Piotr Rava lifts the renSime in his arms.
Jules Dist moans.
Jules Dist relaxes against Piotr as much as possible.
Piotr Rava smoothes his field, letting it strengthen to give her more support.
Wise Snake zlins.
Piotr Rava is taking a chance that he'll be more noticeable, but this will only take a while.
Piotr Rava gingerly, carefully makes his way out of the building. He dampens his field as he leaves the building.
Nick looks at his watch again.
Piotr Rava keeps to the back streets, making his way back to the flophouse.
Jules Dist: Where are you taking me.
Piotr Rava: Shhh. I'm taking you to where I'm staying.
You will be safe and warm there.
Jules Dist zlins his truth and hopes he isn't hiding it from her..
Piotr Rava carries her up the stairs, pauses to work the key.
Piotr Rava pushes the door open.
Jules Dist zlins the room.
Piotr Rava kicks the door closed and sets the renSime on his bed.
Jules Dist sighs.
Jules Dist looks up questioningly at Piotr.
Jules Dist: Thank you.
Piotr Rava manages to get the covers from under her and covers her.
Piotr Rava nods.
Piotr Rava: Just rest.
Jules Dist nods.
Piotr Rava hangs up his dark cloak and walks into the bathroom.
Wise Snake smiles at the stranger in what she hopes is a disarming fashion... it comes across as somewhere between manic and disturbed.
Wise Snake: You appear to be, ah, fresh off the boat. Do you require any assistance?
Piotr Rava emerges a few minutes later. He has washed the darkening color from his hair, it is now blond. It makes his features even more striking.
Jules Dist: Gypsy!
Piotr Rava goes to a hot plate and makes up some hot tea.
Piotr Rava: Distect.
Piotr Rava: I suspected it, but it took a while to be sure.
Piotr Rava returns with the tea.
Piotr Rava: Drink this.
Jules Dist eyes widen.
Jules Dist accepts it.
Jules Dist: Yes, I am distect.
Jules Dist guarded.
Nick glances at Snake.
Piotr Rava pulls up a chair and sits, facing the renSime.
Nick: Uhm, we're expected down at the rose garden in only fifteen minutes...
Wise Snake: Bear with me, Nick.
Jules Dist: I am on my way back to my group.
Piotr Rava: I am Piotr Ravan, once of the family Donar.
Jules Dist: I'm JulesDist....
Jules Dist: I...was on my way home...but...
Jules Dist face turns hard.
Piotr Rava nods, painful memories obvious on his face.
Piotr Rava: Maybe I should have said "of what was once the family Donar." I am the last of the Donari.
Jules Dist: I see.
Piotr Rava: You were on your way home but what?
Jules Dist: Raiders.
Jules Dist: They....caught me and my Gen...killed him...
Jules Dist ~~grief~~
Jules Dist: I...barely escaped
Piotr Rava: ~~~sympathy~~~
Jules Dist laughs bitterly then grabs at her side and moans.
Piotr Rava: It appears that my feelings were correct. We have more in common than I had thought.
Jules Dist: They left me in this condition...
Jules Dist: Do we?
Jules Dist: How?
Piotr Rava leans forward, letting his field start healing.
Jules Dist zlins him thinking he certainly overmatches her right now.
Jules Dist responds to his field.
Jules Dist sits her cup aside and relaxes under Piotr's attention.
Piotr Rava: My people were attacked. All of the adults were either killed or murdered, some of the children as well.
Jules Dist ~~empathy~~
Piotr Rava: I was able to protect some of the children for a time.
Pilep Sime strides toward the garden district, distracted.
Jules Dist relaxes back against the bed as she listens.
Jules Dist: I am sorry, Piotr.
Jules Dist: I know what it is to lose ones dear to you.
Pilep Sime avoids the Simes out having a good time, continuing on his way to his destination.
Piotr Rava: We were "rescued" by the Tecton. They took the children to their Tecton Schools--to be taught the
Tecton ways, stripped of their culture, their heritage.
Piotr Rava: Stripped as completely as their Gen parents were stripped of selyn.
Jules Dist nods.
Jules Dist: Tecton pigs.
Jules Dist: They see their way as the only way.
Piotr Rava puts his head in his hands to try and block out the memory.
Jules Dist: They insist that what I had with...with[looks at Piotr]...my Gen...is wrong...
Jules Dist: Imagine insisting a renSime can't have transfer with a Gen.
Piotr Rava nods blankly.
Piotr Rava: Just relax now.
Piotr Rava: Get some sleep.
Jules Dist: Are you leaving?
Jules Dist yawns, responding to his nageric signals to sleep.
Piotr Rava: No. I will stay here. I will sleep here beside the bed.
Jules Dist moves over.
Jules Dist: I can't put you out. Here.
Jules Dist motions to the empty side of the bed.
Jules Dist figures as a renSime if the Gen decides to hurt her, she'll easily wake up.
Piotr Rava acquiesces.
Piotr Rava lays beside JulesDist, radiating support, but lost in the hellish images of his past.
Alea finally gathers up her sketchbook and begins to
Sketch again.
Piotr Rava tries to shut out the image of his brother, stripped by a never ending line of renSimes, who would augment only to return and take another measure of his selyn; over and over again until his system was brought low enough that they could finally kill him.
Piotr Rava falls asleep with tears in his eyes. Without realizing it, he reaches out and holds JulesDist in his grief.
Jules Dist sleeps.
Cockroach wanders in a leisurely fashion out of the cafeteria.
Cockroach finds itself in front of a treatment room door.
Alea sketches long sure strokes...
Cockroach tries to squeeze underneath but is too large.
Alea decides this is what she really likes to do..sketch.
Cockroach pushes and squeezes and finally jams itself under the door and into the treatment room.
Alea removes the snakes as replaces the tentacles on
Tarsh's arms...
Cockroach wanders amongst the broken glass on the floor, sampling bits of this and that.
Cockroach waves its long antennae reflectively.
Alea puts a more peaceful expression on his face than the last picture.
Alea thinks Tarsh is finally doing better after the fiasco this afternoon.
Cockroach senses some food nearby.
Cockroach climbs up a table leg and investigates a tray of leftovers.
Alea remembers good angel and bad angel and reflects she was just tired.
Cockroach clambers amongst the different foods, munching away.
Cockroach waves antennae.
Alea thinks she is much calmer now. smiles with satisfaction that earlier was just a slip up.
Alea studies Tarsh then the picture again.
Cockroach: Me knocks a fork off the table by accident.
Tarsh turns the page, engrossed at the climactic scene as the Evil Channel details his plan to the Hero.
Alea hears the noise and glances over at the table.
Cockroach gnaws on a fruit rind.
Alea realizes the plates are sitting awful close to the edge...realize she also hasn't eaten yet today.
Alea: You want some food Tarsh?
Alea stands, with her sketchbook in and starts toward the table.
Tarsh: What?
Cockroach's instincts cry danger... danger...
Alea motions toward the table.
Alea: Food.
Alea: Uh, Jon Drake brought it earlier when the incident sorta happened.
Cockroach runs in three different directions, then hides under the top bread of a sandwich.
Alea realizes it is awful cold...pulls at the shirt she is wearing to cover her legs better.
Tarsh looks unenthusiastically at the food. "I suppose I should eat something."
Cockroach antennae wave out the front, feelers stick out the back.
Alea: Be careful for the uh, glass.
Alea steps carefully over the pieces since she is also barefoot.
Tarsh: What is there?
Tarsh puts the book down and sits up.
Alea gets closer to the food.
Cockroach samples the sandwich filler and finds it quite interesting.
Alea: Sandwiches.
Alea: Water.
Cockroach adjusts the bread on its back for a more comfortable fit.
Alea: Cheese sandwiches, it looks like.
Alea wonders if Veraik or Jon are ever going to return so she doesn't freeze.
Alea: I guess when I said I wanted something different they decided I meant plain.
Jon Drake was lost in thought for a while. He eventually decides to eat and then get to work.
Alea: Of course, after the harsh reaction to pomegranate
I had last night, they may just be playing it safe.
Worker Ant trudges on the long, long journey to check the table AGAIN.
Tarsh gets up and goes over to look at the selection.
Worker Ant is sure she is being punished since there is never anything edible on the treatment room tables.
Alea makes sure to keep a safe distance between her and
Tarsh, blunting her field as much as possible.
Tarsh reaches for the blandest looking sandwich.
Alea carefully reaches for the other one.
Cockroach antennae go instinctively still.
Alea: Jon said he brought cheese sandwiches. I told him that was fine.
Tarsh picks up the sandwich and looks at it trying to remember what appetite feels like.
Worker Ant laboriously climbs the table leg.
Alea projects extreme hunger.
Tarsh remembers for some reason, and takes a bite.
Jon Drake realizes that he never got an answer from Briel regarding the room issue, and never got around to mentioning the clothes.
Alea lifts her sandwich imitating Tarsh.
Alea opens her mouth to bite.
Tarsh chews vigorously.
Jon Drake hurries upstairs in the vain hope that Alea's door might be unlocked.
Alea sees something moving at the back of Tarsh's sandwich.
Alea: What is that?
Alea: Parsley?
Alea points.
Tarsh: What?
Tarsh turns sandwich around.
Cockroach flies out of the sandwich and bolts down the nearest crevice.
Alea ~~PANIC~~~
Alea screams.
Alea: AAARRGH.
Alea jumps back.
Tarsh jumps.
Cockroach finds the crevice is not big enough and fights and squirms to get in.
Alea jumps again, screaming.
Alea: Get it!
Tarsh runs over to stamp at Cockroach.
Alea: Get it get it!!!
Cockroach runs up Tarsh's leg.
Alea: Oh shen! Oh shen oh shen!
Tarsh drops the sandwich and starts slapping at his leg.
Cockroach crawls inside Tarsh's shirt and runs around frantically over his skin.
Alea runs across the room, clasping her hands.
Alea: This place is INFESTED!
Alea: First snakes now roaches!
Worker Ant finally achieves the top of the table and stops, stunned at the sight of a bounty of food.
Tarsh tries to surround cockroach with tentacles.
Alea: Oh ugh! Yuck!
Alea: Kill it!
Alea sees her sketchbook and inspiration strikes.
Cockroach jumps off of Tarsh and runs across the floor.
Alea grabs up her sketch book and runs toward the roach.
Tarsh chases Cockroach, stamping.
Alea starts slapping at the floor with her book.
Cockroach zigzags wildly over the field of broken glass.
Alea: Ow..ooh..oh! ouch!
Alea trips and smashes her way over the trash all over the floor.
Alea slaps at it with her book and misses, hitting
Tarsh's foot instead.
Alea: Smash it!
Tarsh steps on broken glass and jerks the foot up, and falls towards Alea.
Cockroach dodges in between them and races back in the direction of the door.
Alea tries to jump out of the way...turning...
Alea: Aaagh! Yikes!
Alea ducks, throwing her arms up.
Worker Ant mutters a hasty prayer to the Lord of All
Providing and scurries quickly back home.
Tarsh sticks out his arms and augments into a forward roll over Alea.
Alea goes to her knees..sees the roach and yells again.
Alea: There it is!!!
Alea: Get it Jirelle!
Jirelle catches the roach in her hands and picks it up.
Alea: Don't let it get away like the snake did.
Jirelle: Oh, the poor thing...
Alea stares in stunned disbelief.
Jirelle: Why are you trying to kill it?
Alea shudders thinking Jirelle has lost her mind.
Alea: Oh..ugh..how can you ask that.
Tarsh rolls and ends up on his back, on top of debris.
Alea pushes herself up, still holding her sketch pad.
Jirelle: Each living thing has its own part in the world... just as Simes and Gens do.
Jirelle smiles at the roach.
Seezi comes sauntering down the street.
Alea stares only for a moment, before starting toward
Jirelle with the notebook raised.
Jirelle continues to smile and speak kindly.
Alea gets close enough to knock the thing from Jirelle's hand.
Alea brings the sketchbook down hard on the roach.
Jirelle: Why, if we all took the time to cherish one another and all living things, we - OUCH!!!
Alea hears a resounding "Crack" and smiles.
Cockroach jerks back wildly, hands covered with splattered roach.
Tarsh starts to realize that he hurts as the augmentation fades.
Alea wrinkles her nose at the disgusting spot it leaves on her book.
Jirelle jerks back wildly, hands covered with splattered roach.
Cockroach meets an ugly -- to say the least -- demise.
Alea turns away and then notes Tarsh is still lying on the floor.
Alea: Are you okay?
Tarsh starts at Alea's anger and Jirelle's horror.
Alea hurries forward, pausing before she gets too close.
Jirelle looks down at hands still numb with the impact.
Tarsh groans. "No, but I'll live."
Alea forces her field flat and moves to the opposite side of the room, not wanting her nager to bother him any more than this latest accident might have.
Alea: Good.
Tarsh sits up and grabs his left foot to look at its sole.
Jirelle goes to the sink and washes off her hands and arms.
Alea peers over at his foot.
Alea doesn't dare mention her feet, knowing Veraik will hit the roof if he finds one more cut on them.
Jirelle dries off her hands.
Tarsh struggles to his left foot and hold onto furniture as he hops towards Jirelle at the sink.
Jirelle massages her forearms carefully making sure everything is still in working order.
Tarsh waits for the sink while trying to tell if any of the aches on hi back are serious.
Seezi looks around at all the people.
Jirelle walks away from the sink and goes and sits down.
Briel walks out of the infirmary looking tired.
Cockroach is now known as wisesnake.
Jon Drake tries Alea's door. He luckily finds it unlocked.
Jon Drake enters.
Column of ants troops out of a crack in the floor and up the table leg.
Jon Drake sees the room hasn't changed much.
Seezi spots that nice channel from school.
Wise Snake hurries along with Nick in tow, on her way to the rose garden.
Alea shudders, looking at the mess in the middle of the floor.
Tarsh awkwardly sticks his foot in the sink and runs water on it.
Jon Drake begins to search for appropriate clothing.
Seezi: Hi Tuib Snake!
Alea: Is it cut bad?
Alea moves forward toward Tarsh, projecting comfort.
Tarsh peers at it. "Not too bad. I think there's still some in there though."
Jon Drake checks the closet first.
Briel goes to the front desk and requests the channels schedules be changed so that more help can come down to help with the influx of patients.
Tarsh takes his foot out of the sink and heel walks over to a instrument tray, where he looks for forceps.
Alea carefully steps over everything looking for a sterilized pair of tweezers. Finds the package and takes it over to Tarsh, laying it next to the sink.
Jon Drake finds a red number with spaghetti straps and a thigh slit.
Jon Drake: Nope.
Alea: These might help.
Alea moves back.
Wise Snake looks up belatedly.
Wise Snake: Hello Seezi.
Tarsh thanks Alea, and carefully sits down on a clean patch of floor with the tweezers.
Briel drops down exhausted in a chair to take a quick break.
Seezi: Hi! How are you doing? I'm great.
Alea: You know, maybe I ought to clean this mess up.
Wise Snake: Well, I'm you know, things are going about as well as could be expected, under the circumstances...
Alea goes to the storage closet to get a broom.
Tarsh pulls the foot into his lap and zlins carefully.
Seezi: I got another transfer from some nice lady, but it wasn't as good.
Seezi wonders why Snake wears such totally uncosmo clothes.
Alea turns from the closet with the broom and gasps.
Jon Drake finds something a bit more conservative.
Alea: Ants!
Alea drops the broom, ignoring the new sound of shattering as she rushes across the room.
Alea opens a window then grabs the tray.
Jon Drake begins to look for undergarments.
Tarsh sighs. not again...
Alea hurries toward the window with the tray griped firmly in both hands.
Wise Snake: Oh?
Wise Snake: Some nice lady at the Sime Center, or somewhere else?
Alea is determined not to cause any ripples in the ambient.
Jon Drake pulls out one pair of lace panties.
Seezi: Yeah. She was irked I took so long and said I gotta go to classes.
Seezi: At the Sime Center. Right out front.
Jon Drake notices the little bows down the front.
Jon Drake sees that they are little ties.
Wise Snake: Classes, eh? [frowns]
Jon Drake chuckles as he lets his fingers wiggle through the opening.
Alea lifts the tray and dumps the entire thing out the window.
Alea food, ants, and all.
Tarsh concentrates and pulls at a chunk of glass, wincing at the pain.
Column of ants dissolves in wild disarray.
Ants scatter all over the table and floor.
Jon Drake imagines tentacles.
Alea shudders as she realizes she hasn't gotten all the ants.
Jon Drake figures that much as Tarsh may like this pair,
Alea probably wouldn't want them for the infirmary.
Ants (some of them) try to reform the column while others run this way and that, trying to figure out where they are.
Alea hurries across the room and grabs the broom.
Seezi: Yeah. Kinda like changeover classes, but for after. She said I've been augmenting, like way too much.
Alea: Shen.
Wise Snake: Ah. Yes, only rich people can afford to augment a lot. Rich people, or lucky people.
Alea races back over and begins swatting the ants, bringing the broom down hard on them.
Ants ' tiny bodies get smeared over the floors, walls, etc.
Seezi: Lucky? Lucky how? I won some tickets once.
Ants run about in even more confusion,
Jon Drake finds some other similar pairs, rejects them as well.
Tarsh grits his teeth and probes for more glass chunks.
Alea finally throws down the broom and lunges toward her bed, jumping up into it and pulling the sheet up.
Jon Drake settles for a few pair of brightly colored, high cut panties.
Alea: This place should be razed.
Alea: There are...pests everywhere.
Alea shudders.
Warmfuzzy nestles against Alea's feet.
Wise Snake laughs.
Alea eyes widen.
Tarsh looks up "I still haven't got the papers straightened out for the *last* fire!"
Alea moves her feet.
Alea: Well, you don't have to yell!
Alea glowers.
Warmfuzzy: A small lump remains under the covers at the end of the bed.
Tarsh sighs and goes back to probing.
Alea thinks the covers were evidently squished up and relaxes, looking again at the ants as they run wild.
Jon Drake finds the drawer where Alea stores her brassieres.
Wise Snake: Well I meant lucky in the sense of having more than one Sime's worth of selyn available to you each month.
Alea: Have you gotten it yet?
Alea: And besides, Tarsh, I did NOT start the last major fire.
Alea tries to remember if that is right or not.
Alea decides major means burning the entire building down so she is safe.
Alea nods.
Jon Drake gingerly looks through the assortment.
Tarsh: Not sure. [ pain ] No.
Alea's anger immediately leaves.
Warmfuzzy cuddles up against Alea's feet again.
Jon Drake finds a few lace bras which match the panties.
Alea: Do you require help?
Alea stiffens.
Tarsh: I'll get it. Thanks, though.
Alea: Uh, Tarsh....
Alea weak voice.
Jon Drake finds a few that are extremely sheer and light.
She might not want those either.
Tarsh: Yes?
Alea: Are you hypo?
Alea feels her heartrate accelerating.
Tarsh: No, why?
Alea: I'd uh, suggest that state, immediately.
Alea feels panic rising.
Tarsh tries to pull himself Hypo.
Alea slowly lifts the covers and peeks under.
Seezi: Oh. I don't know how to do that. [pouts]
Jon Drake finds a black demi bra which obviously doesn't come up high enough to cover much of anything. "Nope, those won't work either," he mutters to himself.
Jon Drake finds a small box tucked within the pile.
Alea sees a dark lump at the end of her bed under the sheets.
Alea tosses the sheet back.
Wise Snake: How to do what?
Jon Drake curiously reads the outside of the box, doing amazingly well with the Simelan.
Seezi: Get more than on Sime’s worth of selyn.
Jon Drake discovers that the box contains 6 tubes of body paint, specially formulated to interact on a nageric level.
Redkitten is asleep.
Alea sighs in relief.
Alea: It's okay Tarsh.
Jon Drake looks more closely to see where she may have found them.
Alea: It's just a kitten.
Jon Drake smiles when he realizes that they are actually clear to site.
Wise Snake: Oh. [smiles]
Wise Snake: Well, not many people can. That's why the
Sime Center wants you to learn how to conserve your resources.
Jon Drake wonders if Briel would enjoy them.
Jon Drake considers applying some, but is not sure that
Kaymeil would appreciate the humor.
Seezi: Don't wanna.
Wise Snake laughs.
Jon Drake puts the box of body paints back, curious as to what other toys Alea has hidden her drawers.
Alea reaches down and picks the cat up, cuddling it closely.
Tarsh opens his eyes and relaxes.
Alea: Hello there precious.
Wise Snake: Nobody WANTS to... but if you don't learn how to do one or the other, you'll end up dead of attrition somewhere.
Redkitten purrs.
Alea coos softly to the tiny little creature, rubbing her nose against it.
Tarsh hopes Alea isn't allergic to cats.
Alea: Oh look, Tarsh, it's purring.
Alea falls instantly in love.
Seezi kicks at the dirt. "Tuib Snake?"
Wise Snake: Yes, Seezi? [in her best kindly motherly voice, which is about as motherly as a snake is to its eggs]
Tarsh cautiously zlins redkitten.
Alea strokes the kitten's head, smiling softly at it.
Redkitten is a cute darling little red kitten.
Seezi: Can you give transfer next time? I liked it with you a lot better.
Redkitten is about the size to hold in two hands.
Alea kisses the top of it's head and then resumes scratching it behind the ears, holding it closely.
Wise Snake: Um... well I'm kind of expensive, Seezi.
Wise Snake: What can you do for me in return?
Redkitten's purr increases to a deep throbbing; tiny paws knead Alea's hand.
Jon Drake finds a couple which seem to match the panties, are not too constricting, but not too revealing either.
Jon Drake hopes she appreciates his choice.
Seezi kicks at the dirt some more.
Jon Drake grabs Alea's house robe, and find a bag to put it in.
Seezi considers offering fashion advice.
Tarsh: It's very cute. You two look good together.
Seezi: Don't know.
Wise Snake cocks her head.
Alea smiles sweetly at Tarsh, eyes alight.
Wise Snake: "I don't know" doesn't really pay well,
Seezi.
Alea turns her attention right back to the kitten...
Wise Snake: I'll tell you what. If you think of something, you come to me and ask me, okay?
Alea: We have to find a name for you.
Seezi: Sorry.
Jon Drake remembers footwear.
Seezi brightens. "Kay!"
Jon Drake finds some warm winter socks.
Seezi: Bye!
Jon Drake drops one set and it rolls under the bed.
Seezi skips off.
Jon Drake bends down on his knees to retrieve it.
Wise Snake shakes her head.
Jon Drake: "Hmmm, what have we here?"
Alea: Hmmm....Klendon?...Klancy...Klepty...nah...
Jon Drake reaches under the bed.
Alea: Beki? Jena? Trel? Lindi?
Tarsh: Not Trel, please.
Jon Drake pulls out what he finds under the bed.
Jon Drake chuckles over what he has found under Alea's bed.
Alea glances up.
Alea: Oh, of course not.
Alea: Oooh how about Kati!
Alea looks back down at the kitten.
Alea: You certainly look like a Kati to me.
Alea: Kati Kitten. Perfect.
Tarsh: Kadi? That's a nice name.
Alea glances up again.
Alea: You like Kadi?
Alea: Well, then, Kadi it is.
Tarsh: Isn't that what you said?
Alea: Well, I said Kati, but Kadi is just as good.
Tarsh shrugs. either way.
Alea frowns at Tarsh.
Alea: Fine.
Alea: Kati.
Alea lays down and gathers the kitten close.
Jon Drake takes a closer look.
Seezi comes skipping into the lobby.
Alea snuggles it close, hoping her body heat will help the baby kitten sleep peacefully.
Briel looks up zlinning.
Briel: Well, hello Seezi.
Jon Drake smiles at the goofy looking bunny slipper.
Seezi: ~~ pre turnover and happy on the surface ~~
Jon Drake digs under the bed to find it's match.
Jon Drake: This might cheer her up.
Seezi: Hi! You said I should come for classes?
Briel: Ah, yes.
Briel nods.
Briel: That's right, I did.
Tarsh digs at his foot some more.
Jon Drake packs everything in the bag and heads out.
Seezi: And there is one today?
Briel: Yes, sweetie, there is.
Briel: If you take the first hall to the right, go all the way down it you'll see a set of double doors at the end. Through there is where we have all of our classes.
Jon Drake steps down the stairs and goes to the infirmary.
Seezi: Kay! Thanks!
Jon Drake knocks at Alea's door again.
Briel: There is an information desk there. They can send you to the classes.
Seezi skips down that way.
Alea: Come in.
Alea sits up, grabbing at the sheet to cover her legs.
Jon Drake comes in smiling, bag in hand.
Briel smiles, amused at Seezi's energy.
Jon Drake: Here you go!
Alea: My clothes!
Alea hops out of bed and hurries across the floor.
Jon Drake: I hope you approve of the selection.
Tarsh pulls out a piece of glass with a gasp.
Alea: Thank you Jon.
Alea turns to Tarsh, still holding the kitten.
Jon Drake looks up to Alea's eyes and smiles.
Jon Drake: You're welcome.
Alea: Are you sure you don't want some help.
Alea smiles at Jon and takes the bag in her empty hand.
Tarsh: [ gritted teeth ] No, I'm done now.
Alea move away.
Alea: Can you hold Kati for me, Jon?
Alea dumps the kitten into his arms.
Jon Drake extends his hands.
Alea hurries toward the bathroom and slips on her clothes, happily slipping her feet into her warm house shoes.
Tarsh carefully puts the glass in the trash and gets to his feet, well, foot and heel.
Jon Drake pets the kitten.
Alea comes back out, much warmer and goes back over to the kitten.
Alea scoops it out of Jon's arms.
Alea: Thanks.
Tarsh sticks his foot in the sink again and carefully washes it.
Alea watches Tarsh, concerned.
Jon Drake: No problem. Glad I could help.
Alea: Can you ask a channel to come in her and check
Tarsh's foot[whispered low to Jon]
Jon Drake: Did I do well?
Jon Drake nods.
Alea blinks.
Alea: Oh, uh, yes. Thank you.
Alea blushes.
Jon Drake: Good.
Jon Drake: I'll go see who I can find.
Alea nods.
Jon Drake heads out to track down Briel or another channel.
Seezi zlins Jon. "How do you do that?"
Alea: Tarsh, I sent Jon after a channel. you should have the foot looked at.
Alea strokes Kati in her arms, listening to the soft purring.
Alea: I would look at it and work with you, but I don't want to get too close.
Tarsh: Yeah Ok. I shouldn't spend the selyn to heal it,
I suppose.
Alea approaches Tarsh.
Alea: Tarsh, you've been acting distracted all day. Can you tell me what's the matter?
Jon Drake turns.
Jon Drake: Hello?
Tarsh: I ... I'm trying not to think about you. I'm sorry, but with you right here when I'm in need...
Alea forces her field flat.
Seezi: Hi! How do you make your nager do that?
Alea: I'm sorry[whispers]
Tarsh: It's my own fault.
Alea: Veraik promised us separate rooms soon. I know your transfer is practically any day now...no, no, it's my fault.
Alea: I shouldn't...I'm a Farris Donor. I should have more control.
Alea moves back to the far corner of the room where she has spent most of the day.
Tarsh: It's not like you can turn off your field. I should stay hypo more.
Alea chuckles.
Alea: A smile who stays hypo? Yeah. Just blind me why don't you. It'd be easier.
Jon Drake: Do what?
Alea: I'll see if I can get permission tomorrow to move to my room until we find out if I'm infected or not.
Seezi: Make it go all funny like that. Like a bright bubble bulging around.
Alea strokes the kitten's head, smiling softly at the purring.
Tarsh: Could that Third guy do it? Maybe I should ask him how...
Jon Drake: Ah, you must be new here! It's just the way I am. Were you looking for a specific room?
Seezi: Oh. I was looking for the classes.
Alea looks up.
Alea: Who?
Jon Drake: Here, let me help you.
Alea: You mean...
Alea forces her nager flat.
Alea: Fise?
Tarsh: Yeah, that's him. What's the matter?
Alea tries to shrug.
Alea: Nothing.
Alea: He's no longer here.
Tarsh: Then who is cashing his checks?
Alea ~~pain, disillusionment~~
Alea: I have no idea.
Tarsh: What did he do to you?
Alea: I guess he comes in and gets them.
Alea sighs.
Alea: Fise and I just don't get along Tarsh.
Tarsh puts his foot down, winces and picks it up again.
Jon Drake leads Seezi to the classes.
Alea: He has the same opinion most of the other people do, he's just more honest about it.
Seezi keeps zlinning Jon.
Alea: Anyway, he had a run-in here and is living out on the streets somewhere here in Bender Cove.
Tarsh: What opinion is that? I'm confused.
Alea: Well...that I am a clutz, a liar, a thief, a total waste of space on this planet.
Jon Drake indicates the doors.
Alea: Clear enough?
Jon Drake: Now, if you will excuse me.
Alea realizes she is getting upset and forces herself to calm down.
Alea: Sorry. I shouldn't take out my anger on you.
Tarsh: He said that? I'll ...
Alea shrugs.
Alea: It's no big deal.
Tarsh: He'll be no big deal when I finish with him...
Alea: Don't get your tentacles in a knot.
Seezi: Kay! Thanks!
Alea: It's over with.
Alea smiles at Tarsh.
Seezi goes into the classroom.
Tarsh: What other people think that?
Alea eyes widen as she realizes he is really upset.
Alea: It's not important Tarsh. Really.
Alea: I just tend to ignore it.
Jon Drake: Heads on to let Briel know about Tarsh's injury.
Alea: But for some reason, Fise gets under my skin more than the others.
Tarsh: If you say so. Just as well he's gone then...
Alea: Well, I'm going to try to sleep. Maybe my field won't bother you as much?
Alea thinks that's probably wishful thinking.
Alea pulls her bed as close to the wall as she can get it...as far away from Tarsh as possible and clamors up onto it, kitten still held closely against her chest.
Alea adjusts the pillow and pulls the sheet over her--
Leaving her feet out so her house shoes don't get squished--and closes her eyes.
Tarsh: Your field never *bothers* except when you are scared or in pain.
Alea: I am sorry, Tarsh. I promise to work harder on my disciplines.
Alea rubs her chin against the kitten.
Alea: If it gets too much--my field--you can wake me and
I'll demand Veraik find me another room immediately, even if it's Under the center[smiles], Okay?
Alea sighs as the kitten snuggles close, wrapping itself up against her neck.
Tarsh: Ok. sleep well, darling.
Alea drifts off.