Sime~Gen Roleplaying on IRC: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #81: (11/20/97)
Briel goes down the hall with Alea trailing her.
Alea: It won't hurt you to sit with me while I eat.
Alea smiles.
Alea goes into the kitchen, keeping Briel close.
Tarsh is now known as Mostan.
Mostan is reading a magazine in the lobby.
Mostan gets fed up with the purile article and tosses it back on the table.
Alea looks innocently around and sees no one, except Briel, to naysay her, so she goes over and pulls out a pan to cook breakfast.
Briel: I don't think that's such a good idea.
Briel warily.
Alea shrugs.
Alea: It'll be fine.
Mostan wanders down the hall, bored.
Briel looks toward the door...thinking escape. Deferment would be better than this. She should have just gone....
Wise Snake tries the back door of the Center, finds it open, and walks right in, smiling to herself.
Mostan goes into the cafeteria to see if the tea smells worthwhile.
Alea: Don't worry, Briel I won't burn a thing.
Briel thinks famous last words.
Wise Snake pokes through the corridors, avoiding certain powers-that-be if she zlins them coming.
Alea goes to the fridge and pulls out a huge bowl of vegetables.
Mostan goes over to the urn and takes off the lid of the urn to smell it.
Briel: I think I'll just go on down to deferment....
Alea glances up from where she has the butcher knife poised above the vegetables.
Alea: Oh, no, Briel, please. Sit down and relax. I'll be done here in just a bit.
Wise Snake tries the door of Veraik's office, finds it locked.
Mostan puts the lid back on, thinking this stuff is too old.
Wise Snake: Boy is he getting paranoid [shakes head]
Wise Snake cruises through the lobby, making a bunch of staff really nervous.
Mostan goes into the kitchen to find the making of fresh trin.
Briel shudders thinking this is going to get dangerous.
Alea ,the knife poised over the vegetables again, sees Mostan.
Wise Snake: You know, there's something to be said for having a rogue's reputation... you can make your own entertainment by simply walking through a room.
Briel: Hello Mostan.
Alea frowns and brings the knife slamming down through the vegetables.
Alea: Hello Mostan.
Mostan: Hello Briel.
Briel: Alea?
Briel forces herself hypo, shuddering.
Mostan turns to zlin Alea.
Briel nods to Mostan.
Alea field goes flat.
Mostan: Hello Alea.
Alea smiles, eyes studying him.
Alea nods to Mostan.
Mostan nods back.
Alea: Don't worry, Briel...
Mostan: Where do they keep the trin back here, do you know?
Briel: Looking for something to eat?
Mostan: ~~ mild revulsion ~~
Mostan: No, just some decent trin.
Alea: I'll be glad to get it for you.
Briel zlins Mostan.
Wise Snake picks a corridor at random and wanders down it, laughing to herself.
Mostan: ~~ 2 days from need cramping a bit ~~
Alea hurries over and grabs a chair and pulls it over to the cabinet.
Briel: Have a seat.
Briel indicates a chair.
Alea climbs up on the chair and then to the cabinet, standing up on it.
Mostan goes over and sits down.
Alea pulls open a cabinet and begins to rummage around, pulling out containers, moving them around.
Wise Snake sees the doors to the cafeteria and goes in just for the heck of it.
Alea: So, you're Tarsh's "friend"?
Wise Snake notes that Alea and Briel are in there, and some other guy she saw in the lobby recently.
Mostan looks over at Briel.
Mostan: Who told you that?
Alea carefully opens one package and dumps some of it's content into the other, stirring the dry ingredients with her finger.
Alea: I know Tarsh.
Alea shrugs, her back still turned.
Wise Snake notes Briel's condition and her mood changes.
Briel rolls her eyes.
Briel: She knows him.
Mostan: Yeah. We go back.
Alea senses something and turns.
Alea: Snake?
Wise Snake continues to the counter.
Mostan turns to look at snake. "Morning."
Wise Snake looks over.
Wise Snake: Hello... [as if there is nothing unusual, or ominous, about her suddenly turning up]
Alea quickly closes the one bag and shoves it to the back and then closes the tea. She pushes the cabinet closed.
Alea carefully lowers her foot to the chair, balancing carefully.
Briel zlins Snake.
Briel: What are you, doing here today?
Mostan: Wise Snake, isn't it?
Briel thinks "without Nick"
Alea holds onto the back of the chair and lowers herself back to the ground.
Alea eyes Mostan innocently, redirecting her attention back to Briel.
Alea: Here you go, Mostan. Fresh tea.
Alea holds out the bag of tea to him.
Wise Snake looks at Mostan... zlins him, then smiles to herself.
Mostan gets up and takes it. "Thanks."
Wise Snake directs her attention to Briel.
Mostan: ~~ 2 days from need cramping a bit ~~
Wise Snake zlins Briel.
Briel: You know Mostan, we can do an out function and help that cramping.
Briel: It's called entran.
Mostan: Cramping? It's just need.
Briel ~~on edge~~
Mostan goes to find a teapot to boil water.
Wise Snake edges closer to Briel and ~~~offers support~~~
Alea eyes widen and she moves forward too.
Wise Snake: Cutting it kind of close, aren't they?
Briel looks from Alea to Snake.
Briel: Whoever they are sending is suppose to be here in the hour..arriving on the train.
Wise Snake: ~~ there for you ~~~
Wise Snake: [subtle.. but not TOO subtle]
Briel zlins snake.
Alea moves around Briel and steps between Snake and Briel.
Alea: Snake....
Mostan fills the pot with water and puts it on the stove.
Wise Snake: ~~~ about a week till transfer... physically in reasonably good shape ~~~
Wise Snake edges away from Alea.
Mostan looks for a ceramic pot to brew in.
Briel gets up and moves to help Mostan.
Briel: In here.
Briel reaches in and pulls out a pot to boil the tea in.
Mostan looks. "Thanks.
Wise Snake turns away from Alea.
Briel: Mind if I join you for a cup?
Alea: What's the matter with you Snake?
Alea moves over beside Snake.
Wise Snake looks sharply at Alea.
Wise Snake: What?
Wise Snake: What do you mean?
Alea: You are acting very...
Wise Snake chafes and fidgets, thinking about Briel's condition and how it would be so easy to....
Alea decides she is acting exactly like rumors she is acting.
Alea: Briel has someone for transfer.
Mostan: Not at all.
Alea turns her head sharply at Briel's words.
Mostan goes over to check the water.
Alea hurries over to the tea and dumps it.
Alea: I have a better brand for you.
Mostan stokes the fire with a bit more coal.
Alea crawls back up onto the counter and retrieves another box of tea.
Wise Snake watches after Alea, then shakes herself.
Briel shakes her head and wonders over toward Snake.
Mostan wonders why he didn't rate the good tea...
Alea sits down on the counter and hands the tea to Mostan, her nager daring him to ask.
Wise Snake ~~~spirits rise~~~
Briel goes hyper.
Mostan: Thanks.
Alea nods, studying Mostan, responding to the problems he is having.
Mostan stops and zlins Briel.
Wise Snake gently brings Briel back duo, steps closer offering support and a promise that a Gen will be There for Briel.
Alea: You know, if Briel really says it's entran, you should let her take care of it.
Mostan zlins what wisesnake is doing, fascinated.
Alea looks up at Briel and sighs, slides off the cabinet and hurries over to Briel.
Wise Snake smoothly keeps herself between Alea and Briel, so Briel's fields won't be disturbed again.
Alea frowns at Snake, keeping a close eye on her.
Alea: He's due in anytime.
Mostan zlins this dance, never having seen anything like it.
Briel nods.
Wise Snake: You'll be all right, Briel. [murmurs, maintaining support]
Alea: What brings you here, Snake?
Briel reluctantly turns from both and moves across the room, back toward the tea.
Wise Snake: Oh, a little of this, a little of that. [maintaining smooth support... fun to work with a channel for a change]
Wise Snake follows.
Mostan thinks they are foolish to give the donor so little time to get familiar with a transfer partner.
Wise Snake: Ah, Briel. Don't run from me. Why make it worse for yourself than it must be?
Wise Snake: I will help you until your Donor comes.
Briel shudders.
Briel: I...
Wise Snake: ~~trust me~~~
Wise Snake: He'll come.
Simone walks into the Center.
Briel looks from Alea's field to Snake's.
Wise Snake: ~~~ Gen will be Here for you ~~
Mostan sees that the water is boiling and goes to take it off.
Briel: I'll be in deferment.
Briel turns and augments out of the room.
Wise Snake throws up her hands.
Wise Snake: Whatever.
Wise Snake: Some people just like to suffer.
Alea sighs
Simone goes to the Clerk. "I'm here for..." [looks at Card] "Briel."
Alea moves over to Snake.
Alea: A little of this a little of that?
Simone: The determent suite? Thank you.
Simone goes to the Determent suite and signals.
Briel goes into the deferment suite.
Briel sets mode: +o Simone
Briel: Come.
Wise Snake's eyes glint.
Mostan pours some water into the teapot to warm it.
Simone walks it. "Briel."
Alea eyes Mostan and thinks she missed a perfect chance after all.
Mostan measures out tea into the ball.
Briel zlins Simone.
Mostan pours the water out of the pot and adds more.
Alea sees the glint in Wisesnake's eyes and wonders warily what she is up to.
Alea: Where's Nick or Rafe?
Simone: I'm your transfer partner.
Simone: My name is Simone Farris.
Wise Snake: Nick is asleep. Rafe said he had private business.
Briel ~~wary~~
Briel: Farris?
Wise Snake: So I have to amuse myself. Can't make Nick stay up 24 hours any more than once a week or so, after all...
Wise Snake: Well, maybe twice a week.
Briel can't help the sneer that creeps into her voice.
Briel: Just how did I rate one of those.
Mostan: Yeah. Gens require their sleep, don't they?
Briel thinks she must have pissed the Sectuib off or something.
Simone closes the door and goes to her.
Simone: I was in the area and needed transfer. Is there is problem? [raised eyebrow]
Alea nods, not sure if snake is telling her the truth or not.
Briel laughs.
Wise Snake: Do you think I'd walk around all by my lonesome if one of them was available?
Briel: Only that you special in Farris problems and I am certainly not a Farris and have no problems.
Briel: So, who'd you piss off.
Briel doesn't like the idea of taking transfer from a Farris but can't help but zlin his field.
Simone smiles. You can laugh? You must not be as close to need as the card indicated.
Simone: [surprised] No one.
Briel sneers.
Alea: I suppose not.
Alea: Have you met Mostan?
Mostan decides the tea is ready. "Either of you want some?"
Simone: I am in Out-T most of the time so I take Transfer when I can get it unless there is a special case.
Wise Snake: They have both been working very hard lately, both because of the weather and because I've taken more first time patients.
Alea studies the tea, wonders if Mostan knows what she was up to earlier, thinks not so that would mean he probably didn't try to retaliate so she finally nods.
Wise Snake: It's kindest to let them sleep.
Alea: I see.
Wise Snake: [to Mostan] Sure.
Wise Snake zlins Mostan again.
Mostan gets out two cups and pours.
Simone goes to Briel and raises hands to rub her back. "May I? You need to relax so that you can raise intil."
Briel doesn't believe a word Simone says, but doesn't argue.
Briel nods, zlinning Simone's shifting field again.
Simone lets his desire to need surround, blanket, and overwhelm the little channel.
Briel trembles.
Alea: So, Snake, have you decided how to handle Nick's transfer yet?
Simone smirks behind Briel's back and he gently messages her shoulders.
Alea goes to the stove and begins cutting the vegetables.
Wise Snake: Yes.
Briel shudders as she finally begins to relax and accept she has someone to give her transfer.
Alea: Well?
Alea raises an eyebrow curiously.
Wise Snake: Are you asking as a Sime Center employee, or as a Farris?
Alea smiles.
Alea: What do you think?
Alea zlins of Farris arrogance.
Simone: Hands hovering over her laterals, Simone shifts the fields with his nager only as a Farris Donor can and waits for her reaction.
Wise Snake: I plan to take transfer off Rafe as scheduled this month, since it is the last month I have him.
Briel sucks in a sharp breath, hissing it out between her teeth.
Simone whispers in her ear. "Let's go to the transfer couch."
Wise Snake: Nick will remain high field. I will take transfer from him next month... it will be early for me.
Alea nods.
Alea: Will it work?
Briel trembles, her knees jelly. Nods.
Briel hyper, zlinning the golden field shifting flowing brightly.
Alea: Will you be able to handle that without someone monitoring?
Alea ~~concerned~~
Wise Snake: I don't see why not. The first time should be no problem... it is the following month that will be difficult.
Simone: Holding her shoulders, he leads her to the couch, keeping focus on his Channel while projecting anticipation of the transfer.
Wise Snake: I'll do it when my need doesn't outstrip his capacity... and since I won't be in hard need I should have enough control to keep it under his speed limit.
Wise Snake: The following month... well... then we'll see what he is really made of.
Alea: Good.
Alea moves warily over to Mostan and accepts the tea.
Briel wilts onto the transfer couch, feeling no need at the moment...only promise.
Alea sets mode: +o Tarsh
Alea nods her thanks to Mostan for the tea.
Simone allows all his nager to show. [need to give]
Briel hesitates before finally reaching out with both hands for the promise.
Simone holds back just a little to sharpen the edge.
Briel takes his arms, tentacles gripping them.
Tarsh is now known as Mostan.
Alea: ...thank you...Mostan for fixing the tea.
Mostan ,after giving tea to Alea and wisesnake, pours himself one .
Alea moves back over and splashes oil in the pan before turning the fire on and tossing the vegetables in.
Simone inhales as the good feeling of strong tentacles sit themselves on his arms.
Mostan sits down and inhales the steam off the tea.
Alea searches and finds a spatula.
Alea begins happily tossing the vegetables around in the hot popping grease.
Briel pulls Simone forward into her, sealing their contact.
Mostan is surprised at a Gen actually doing something instead of relying on Simes to do it for them.
Wise Snake sips the tea cautiously.
Simone holds so that selyn does not flow for only a fraction of a section then he opens himself to her full flow capacity.
Mostan takes a sip of the tea and evaluates the taste.
Briel draws, taking the selyn hesitantly at first, thinking "Farris"...then finally allows herself to draw as fast as she can, demanding, needing more and more...craving it all...
Alea: Anyone besides me want a sandwich?
Simone gives his all.
Alea flinches as the grease pops her arm.
Mostan: Nah.
Mostan: Thanks.
Briel ~~damanding, needing~~
Alea: Snake?
Alea rubs at her arm, turns the fire off and gets the bread out.
Mostan: Halfway decent. A Gulf variety I think.
Wise Snake seems lost in her own thoughts;
Alea wonders what Mostan would know about decent, living on the nearly wrong side of the law...
Alea makes two sandwiches and takes one to Snake, dropping down by her in a chair.
Simone: Giving and giving, wishing that the speed was faster, he pushes selyn at a slightly faster rate than she has been drawing.
Briel ~~filling, repletion, Joy~~
Simone hides his need to give more.
Simone projects joy, excitement, satisfaction.
Wise Snake frowns and rubs her chin, apparently thinking about something really really interesting.
Alea: Want to let the rest of us in on it?
Briel ~ bliss...~~
Briel [draw slows]
Briel moves back, eyes closed.
Simone: Joy...joy...joy {hidden---need more]
Simone waits.
Wise Snake zlins Alea again, pondering.
Briel eyes slowly open.
Wise Snake: Hmmm...
Briel stares at Simone.
Simone waits patiently, smiling slightly.
Mostan wonders what this is about.
Briel: Shendi fleckin Farrises...WHY do I always get STUCK WITH THEM!
Briel jumps up and runs across the room, dropping to her knees where she begins to sob.
Simone frowns. "What? Didn't you transfer go well. It felt all right to me."
Briel: All Right?
Briel sobs....
Simone: Yes.... looks perplexed, then holds Briel.
Briel: I thought Farrises were suppose to be superior in every way, you shenned...[sob]...it was.....was....Great!
Simone: "It's all right little Channel. You did great. shhh shhh.
Briel growls low.
Briel: Leave me alone.
Simone smiles.
Simone blinks.
Simone: Who is your post partner? I'll send him in.
Briel: I hate Farrises. It's bad enough I have three here...I don't want four.
Briel: I don't HAVE a post partner. Just leave.
Simone: Then I can't leave you.
Briel stands, shaking, tears streaming down face, still sobbing.
Briel: Then I'll leave.
Briel augments to the door and out it.
Simone goes to Briel. "no.
Briel goes up to her room.
Simone follows Briel.
Simone: [signals] Briel?
Briel: Told you I wanted to be left alone.
Briel opens the door and stares at Simone.
Simone: Oh Briel [said softly] I'm sorry.
Simone steps in room.
Briel: Now I know why the shenned that Controller of this Center didn't confess who my transfer partner was.
Briel: He knew I'd run for the border before calmly accept it.
Briel sobbing again.
Simone: Veraik? He didn't know.
Simone: In fact, I didn't know until yesterday/
Simone holds Briel.
Briel fear at the thought that Veraik really hadn't known is far worse than him keeping it from her, she begins to shake anew.
Simone: Shh.shhh Briel. I know what you are thinking but it isn't true.
Mostan finishes his tea and goes for some more.
Simone: You're assigned partner came down with the shaking plague. so I was contacted to serve you.
Briel: Oh, Farrises now read minds too? Will wonders never cease?[sarcastically]
Jon Drake is now known as JonDrake`
Briel shivers.
Simone holds Briel, blanketing his nager in soothing swirls.
Simone: Come on, Briel. We both need a post partner. Why don't we....
Voiryal walks down the hallway, passing by an open door with two people talking.
Voiryal notices a really HOT Gen nager and a really Post channel.
Simone sets mode: +o JonDrake
Briel sees the person noticing them.
Voiryal looks and zlins embarrassed and tries to slip past them.
Alea: When is your transfer, Mostan?
Alea sipping her tea.
Simone goes to close the door.
Simone smiles. "Briel?
Briel is too busy studying Voiryal to respond to Simone.
Mostan: Couple of days or so. The way I've been doing it.
Voiryal is a glamorously good-looking male 3rd-order channel employed at the Sime Center.
Briel realizes Simone spoke, glances at him.
Briel: Huh?
Simone: Come here.
Briel shakes her head, stepping back, coldly. "No."
Voiryal is now known as Jirelle.
Briel: I have no desire to bed a Farris. Please leave.
Simone frowns. Shrugs.
Simone grins. oh?
Simone: I thought everyone wanted to "bed" as you so elegantly put it, a Farris.
Lowren comes into the lobby.
Alea: What do you mean, the way you've been doing it?
Simone sets mode: +o Lowren
Briel: You egotistical typical...Farris.
Briel sneers.
Mostan: I thought you already knew.
Wise Snake stares into the bottom of her tea, then drains it suddenly.
Alea: About your Gen transfers and matching up everyone? Yes.
Wise Snake nearly chokes at Alea's words but manages to cover nicely.
Wise Snake: Cover ==== recover.
Mostan: So what are you asking about then?
Simone breathes in. "All right. I'll talk to Veraik and have him send you someone for post, if you want.
Mostan looks over and realizes his secret might as well be printed in the paper.
Simone goes to the door. "Are you sure?"
Briel turns her back on Simone. "I'll take care of my own post. thank you."
Jirelle is now known as Voiryal.
Simone: As you wish.
Simone leaves.
Lowren asks clerk for the voucher he forgot the other day.
Voiryal scurries away from the doorway as if he'd been listening outside it.
Lowren turns at the sound.
Alea: Your transfers? yes, I know how you have matched up Gens and renSimes. But how does that affect your transfer?
Mostan: I matched my self up to, of course.
Mostan: To the extent possible.
Alea: You do realize they won't let you match here. wisesnake shimmers like a mirage and breaks up into a million glinting fragments.
Alea: I imagine Keli or Rache or possibly Jase will end up working with you this month.
Wise Snake: [smiles]
Alea looks to Snake curiously.
Lowren: Yeah, that's why I qualified before. I hope you do a better job here.
Lowren: == make that Mostan ==
Alea looks relieved.
Mostan zlins snake with intense interest.
Alea: If you'll excuse me I should go check on Briel.
Alea stands and goes down the hall.
Mostan sets mode: +o wisesnake
Briel waits until the door is closed and then drops to her bed and continues to sob out the stress of the past two weeks.
Lowren takes the voucher down to Semla's office.
Wise Snake shakes her head, disoriented.
Wise Snake: Wow.
Mostan: Uh, what *was* that just now?
Wise Snake: Interesting effect.
Alea goes down the hall, checking the deferment suites...
Wise Snake finally realizes somebody is talking to her.
Alea finds the deferment suite Briel was in and notes paperwork ....
Wise Snake stares at Mostan.
Lowren comes towards Alea from the bursar's office.
Wise Snake notes Tecton uniform.
Wise Snake: New here, huh.
Alea: Lowren? Hello.
Mostan: [ brand new uniform, doesn't quite fit ]
Alea slips the paperwork back in the door before slipping her hands in her pockets.
Lowren: Hi Miz Farris! How are you today?
Alea smiles.
Alea: Just fine. Are you lost?
Alea: I thought you were just in here the other day for your donation.
Mostan: Yeah, just started. Not sure how it'll go.
Lowren: Yeah but I forgot my voucher. Couldn't get back to pick it up till today.
Alea chuckles.
Lowren: No.
Alea: Well now, I know few people who would have waited that long.
Lowren: Well, kinda, but not the way you mean.
Alea tilts her head.
Alea studies Lowren.
Lowren: I've been busy what with classes, work and Nally.
Alea: Nally?
Lowren is blushing a bit.
Lowren: She's this girl from back home. She came looking for me to get me to come back.
Alea nods and slips her arm through his.
Alea: Come on, walk with me. Tell me about Nelly.
Lowren: She says it was because of my father, but ...
Lowren walks along. "Nally is great, I knew her growing up, and she's been taking care of my ferrets since I left.
Lowren: Except....
Alea: Yes?
Alea motions to the conference room, indicating it.
Alea: A little more private than the halls.
Lowren goes in.
Lowren sits down clasping his hands nervously.
Alea goes in, pushing the door to. Smiles as she remembers that table from yesterday and then forcefully turns away, taking a seat facing Lowren.
Alea: So what's the problem, Lowren?
Alea serious, concerned.
Mostan: You know how they match up 'Donors' here?
Wise Snake eyes Mostan.
Lowren: Miz Farris, you're a woman...
Lowren: How do you tell if a girl ....
Alea: Lowren?
Wise Snake: Usually it's based on capacity and delivery speed, as well as being on a matching schedule...
Wise Snake: Why?
Lowren: I came here because I was always getting sick, even with Gens.
Alea: Tell me, are you wondering if this Nally carries affection for you?
Lowren: == Mostan ==
Mostan blushes. "Well, yeah, kinda."
Wise Snake: You're a channel... I'd be surprised if you managed to find a Gen who matched your capacity.
Alea wonders what to tell him.
Lowren: [ mutters ] I never could.
Lowren: == Mostan again. shen! ==
Lowren: Sometimes I think she does, but ....
Alea sits back in her chair resting an arm on the table as she contemplates Lowren's problem.
Mostan: Where do they find these 'Donors', anyway?
Lowren: But then she goes on with all this church stuff...
Wise Snake: Well, they have to be trained... the Tecton has schools for them.
Alea: Ahhh.
Alea nods.
Mostan: So their fields go up? I've zlinned that.
Alea: Lowren, let me ask you a question.
Alea: Why did you come donate the first time?
Lowren: What? [ nervous ]
Wise Snake: Yes... even a regular donor's field will gradually increase the more he or she donates. A Donor getting regular transfers increases even faster... while they are still young enough to be flexible of course.
Lowren: Because a lot of Simes were always complaining that I was upsetting them...
Wise Snake wonders what the world is coming to when a Tecton channel is asking a rogue how to get Gens.
Mostan: Young? Gens have First Year too?
Alea: Were you nervous? How did you feel considering the background you came from?
Wise Snake: Well, they sort of have a first year. But in general they are more flexible the first years after establishment than later in life.
Lowren: I was real nervous. I didn't want to come I-t at all, but I had to.
Lowren: And all those stories about how Sime Centers were really just...
Alea: Think about how Nally must feel. She wasn't forced to come here. Her beliefs weren't questioned....
Lowren: Miz snake was funny about. Asked me if I wanted her to kill me just because I expected it.
Alea: She probably does care for you, but sees nothing wrong with what she believes.
Lowren: Showed me something about how I felt...
Alea: Exactly.
Mostan: But the young ones are usually too nervous to be safe.
Alea remembers some of that with Lowren...
Mostan: That's how it always zlinned to me...
Alea now knows what the rest of the conversation, behind the closed door with Lowren was all about.
Jon Drake heads down the stairs to the small kitchen to get a snack and some tea.
Lowren: She wants me to go back home. And stay there.
Wise Snake: Nervous? You must be talking about untrained Gens.
Alea studies Lowren.
Alea: Could you go back to the way you were after everything that you've learned here and still be happy?
Mostan: Of course. Have to start somewhere. But you gotta go slowly...
Lowren thinks real hard about that...
Alea: You don't have to answer me, Lowren, if you don't want.
Alea: But that is something you're going to have to think about, to consider.
Lowren: They have a Center back home, so I could still donate. wisesnake shakes her head.
Alea: Yes, you could.
Wise Snake: It's a crime to use untrained Gens. It's not fair to them.
Lowren: But I cant go back to my father. Not after he killed....
Alea: Have you explained this to her, Lowren?
Mostan: It worked out Ok most of the time.
Wise Snake's eyes sparkle dark/pale.
Lowren: Well, not really...
Wise Snake: A lot of crimes work out Ok most of the time, if you don't consider the victims.
Alea: I think, if you are serious about this Nally, it's only fair to her for you to be honest about your feelings on going back and what you will or will not do on the border.
Alea: If Nally really cares for you, the two of you can work these things out.
Lowren: And if I left Parnul.... That wouldn't be very nice to him...
Mostan: Crimes? What victims? No one got injured. Not permanently.
Alea: It sounds like you have a lot of things to think out, first.
Mostan: And I wasn't forcing anyone to do anything...
Alea: The only way to do that is be open and honest with her, Lowren.
Lowren: What if I saw some kid in changeover? What would I do?
Alea: I don't know, Lowren..what would you do? wisesnake's eyes narrow, glittering.
Wise Snake: You probably were, without realizing it.
Briel finally gets up, refreshed and showers, feeling better than she has felt in ages and ages.
Lowren: I mean, If I can get him to the center, fine, but ...
Wise Snake: A channel can manipulate other sorts with ease. That is why the Tecton wants us all kept in line.
Mostan stiffens.
Mostan: But I didn't _know_ I was a channel.
Wise Snake: You didn't have to know. Your body did the work for you.
Briel steps out of the shower and quickly pulls on some fresh clothes and heads downstairs.
Lowren: I couldn't murder him, though. But then I might get killed, the way Mother did.
Mostan: Why? nothing else about it works well.
Alea: Then again, you might not ever run into a kid changing over...
Alea: Nothing in life is certain.
Wise Snake: Because you don't know how to treat it yet.
Lowren: Miz Farris, how hard is to learn to...
Wise Snake: The Tecton will show you how.
Mostan: So they keep saying.
Alea: Yes?
Mostan: But if they're so good, how come they didn't know I was a channel at the start, huh?
Lowren: What you do... well not as good as you are, but enough to...
Alea: You mean to be a Donor?
Wise Snake: Because you aren't much of a channel.
Wise Snake: But you are one. And you can be a better one, if you learn.
Lowren: Kinda, yeah. Cause then if I found I kid and could make it in time, I could ... help him myself.
Alea: Oh Lowren...
Mostan: Can I learn so long after First Year?
Wise Snake: You can learn some.
Wise Snake: Your capacity will always be stunted, but you can improve your control and learn healing and other channel's techniques.
Mostan: I zlin.
Alea: Only certain kinds of donors can ever become "Donors"...
Alea: Most likely, if you tried to help him like I would, then you would be....hurt.
Lowren: You mean killed? leaving the kid junct?
Alea: Yes.
Mostan: Doesn't sound like I have any options, then.
Wise Snake: That is the nature of the Tecton, yes.
Wise Snake: But you will be well cared for.
Mostan: Just another step downward.
Lowren looks down. I don't know what to do, Miz Farris.
Alea reaches out and takes Lowren's hand.
Alea: Take it one day at a time, Lowren.
Wise Snake: Downward?
Alea: Be honest with Nally.
Alea: Tell her your feelings.
Mostan: Everything I try just makes things worse. Messes people up.
Alea: If she cares, she'll stick with you and together you two can work out your problems.
Wise Snake's eyes narrow again.
Alea: If she doesn't want to stick around, then she isn't worth it. You deserve someone better.
Wise Snake: Why did you try this?
Mostan: I just couldn't take it anymore .. channels, and I knew some Gens who were curious... and I figured other Simes would have the same trouble sooner or later, and I wanted to help them.
Lowren: Do I really?
Lowren: I don't know.
Alea squeezes Lowren's hand.
Alea: Yes, you do.
Mostan stares into his empty cup.
Wise Snake: But you have learned how to help them.
Wise Snake: If they are third order channels like yourself, they can be helped the same way you are being helped.
Mostan: How do you tell?
Wise Snake: There are various ways... as you know, chronic shorting and frequent illness are common.
Wise Snake: Common.
Lowren: Thank you, Miz Farris. For talking to me...
Alea: I wish I could have been more help.
Mostan thinks over his friends in his mind....
Alea stands and goes to the door.
Mostan: I'm not sure....
Lowren: Like you said, I need to decide for myself..
Wise Snake: Mostan, how do you know your friends wouldn't have been perfectly happy nonjunct renSimes if you hadn't been in search of Gen transfer yourself? How do you know you didn't project yourself upon them and talk them into an addiction that cannot be good for them?
Alea: If you ever need to talk, Lowren...
Alea looks concerned.
Lowren: Ok. Miz Farris. Thank you.
Alea: Come on, I'll walk you out.
Alea steps to the side and opens the door.
Mostan stares more intently at his cup. "I don't. But I was sure I was doing the right thing. Then."
Mostan: Before Tarsh told me about...
Lowren follows to the door.
Alea walks him to the front door.
Alea: Let me know how it works out Lowren.
Wise Snake: Well. It can't be undone now. Just look ahead and try to make yourself into the best channel you can be. Perhaps you can make up for past transgressions by doing good for other people.
Briel goes to the kitchen to eat.
Lowren: Ok. Miz Farris.
Alea: Stay warm out there.
Tramila walks into the lobby.
Alea shivers.
Wise Snake lounges back in her chair, notices her tea cup is empty.
Lowren: Thanks again.
Alea: Anytime.
Alea wishes she only could have helped more.
Lowren walks out, lost in thought.
Briel: Want some more tea Snake?
Briel goes to the counter to pour herself some tea, picking up the uneaten sandwich that Alea left behind.
Wise Snake does a double-take.
Mostan looks up nervously when Briel comes in.
Tramila: Alea [voice sounds weak]
Briel smiles at Snake.
Alea whirls around.
Alea: Tramila!
Mostan zlins Brief.
Wise Snake: Wow. Congratulations on a great transfer Briel.
Alea: What are you doing up.
Lowren is now known as Tamlen.
Tramila: I was tired of seeing four walls.
Briel shrugs, but can't quite hide the extreme satisfaction.
Mostan agrees with snakes evaluation.
Tramila: ~~ Tramila has her black Zeor cape on~~~
Tramila: I was going to go to the garden.
Alea slips her arm around Tramila.
Alea: Oh, no, I don't think so.
Tramila rests on Alea's promising nager.
Alea: Let's go get you some tea or something. I left a new um...Channel with...well, I should check on him...her..
Tamlen comes out of the corridor, holding onto the wall, still in a gown.
Alea thinks she doesn't trust either one.
Tamlen looks for Tramila.
Briel glides over and lowers herself into the chair next to Snake, holding the pot of tea out to refill Mostan's and Wisesnake's drink.
Tramila: All right. Tramila baths herself in Alea's field, hoping that it is really true. That she should have transfer with the Farris Donor.
Wise Snake sips the new tea, glancing at Briel through lowered lashes.
Alea leads her back down the hall toward the kitchen.
Mostan accepts more tea. "So, Briel, when do I start training?
Briel smiles, pours both tea then sets down the pot.
Wise Snake: I was just discussing the many benefits of Tecton life with Mostan, here.
Briel: After your transfer in a couple of days.
Briel waves a tentacle
Tramila: I guess I am a little tired.
Tramila: Thank you Alea.
Briel: Then we'll see what you understand, know...
Tramila: Tramila zlins Alea .
Mostan: Ok.
Alea sees Tamlen.
Alea: What are you doing out of bed too?
Tamlen: Need to [ cough ] support my channel.
Tramila stands, goes to Tamlen.
Wise Snake engages Briel's field gently, enjoying the comfortable feel of the other channel's satisfaction.
Alea groans silently.
Tramila: Tramila zlins Tamlen .
Tramila baths in the two Gen nagers.
Briel looks over at Snake.
Tamlen: ~~ still weak, but no longer running a fever ~~
Briel: You supporting the Tecton?
Briel chuckles.
Wise Snake's lips curve in the barest hint of an ironic smile.
Alea: What am I going to do with you two?
Tramila helps Tamlen to a table then goes for tea.
Alea plants her hands on her hips.
Tramila grins. I know of one thing.
Wise Snake: Just the parts I agree with.
Tamlen puts his head down on the table for just a moment.
Briel nods.
Alea sets mode: +o JonDrake
Briel small smile hovering about her lips.
Briel: I didn't know there was any part you agreed with, Snake.
Alea goes over to Tamlen.
Wise Snake: I agree with certain parts. Channel's transfer for renSimes is one of them.
Alea: You okay?
Briel: I'm glad to hear that Snake.
Briel thinks of Tarsh and all the trouble he has...sighs.
Mostan zlins this exchange, interested. Snake not a tecton supporter? Didn't sound that way.
Tramila sees one of the kitchen helps and requests tea for the three of them, reminding the staff member that Alea was not to get the tea herself and since she and Tamlen were still not feeling well. [kitchen helps pales at the thought of Alea and tea and does as requested]
Wise Snake: I mean, just think. If a Sime could have any transfer partner he or she wanted, we'd have no control over them at all. It would be anarchy!
Wise Snake: Pretty soon Gens would learn how to control their fields... and then THEY'D start pushing US around...
Tamlen looks up. "Just tired. But 'mission first'.
Wise Snake: Nope, I like it better this way. Give me a nice firm hierarchy of classes any day.
Wise Snake: Of course I may be biased since I reside somewhere near the top of that structure...
Briel tries to hide her amusement, which she doubts she does a very good job at.
Alea: You both should be in bed.
Alea turns to Snake.
Alea: You wanna talk some sense into these two?
Tramila goes back to the Donors and projects need for Tamlen, enjoying how the selyn production steps up at her effort.
Alea: Stubborn Farris Channels.
Alea: Think they know everything.
Kaymeil goes in search of her Donor.
Tamlen bristles at such avocation of tyranny.
Tamlen: == make that Mostan. ==
Wise Snake smiles pleasantly.
Wise Snake's eyes slide over Tramila.
Wise Snake: [to Alea, belatedly] What?
Mostan looks over at Tramila, "Thanks."
Alea: These two. Zlin them. They just got over shaking plague and they're up cruising the center, thinking of taking a walk in two feet of snow in the garden!
Tramila: [looks to Tamlen] We have cabin fever.
Tamlen: I'm losing muscle tone. hard to get back at my age.
Wise Snake zlins Tamlen, fairly thoroughly, then sort of half heartedly quick zlins Tramila.
Kaymeil: Where is that Donor of mine!!!
Jon Drake finishes his snack and takes his refreshed tea back to his office.
Wise Snake: Well I don't see why not if they aren't contagious.
Wise Snake: Walking around the Center, that is, not the garden.
Alea gapes.
Alea: Oh.
Alea: Okay.
Tramila: Thank you Snake. [pushes back hair.]
Alea looks at Snake and shakes their head.
Tramila frowns. "I think Tamlen and I could use the fresh air.
Alea: Who's going to pick them up and carry them back to bed when they both collapse.
Alea: No.
Alea: Absolutely not.
Tramila: Tramila zlins Alea .
Alea frowns severely at Tramila.
Wise Snake: Going out into this weather just out of a sickbed is, of course, ridiculous.
Tramila moves closer to her Donor.
Tramila: You do it, Snake.
Wise Snake: True, but I am not ill.
Wise Snake: [thinks: Well not physically anyway]
Briel sits back and grins at the by-play.
Kaymeil steps up her selyn consumption in her effort to find Jon.
Tramila: So, Tamlen. Want to go for a walk?
Kaymeil finally decides to looks in Jon's office.
Wise Snake looks faintly puzzled.
Kaymeil: [signals]
Alea is gaping again at Tramila and Tamlen.
Wise Snake: Self-destructive stupidity isn't your usual style, Tramila. Is there some ulterior motive for going out with Tamlen, or are you really that unwell?
Tamlen: My coat won't fit now anyway.
Tramila stands [a little shaky and offers her arm] "What do you say Tamlen? Want to talk to the Gnome?
Tramila: All right.
Alea shakes her head, shoots snake a disgusted look and leaves.
Wise Snake hears that bit about the Gnome and jumps up, genuinely alarmed.
Tamlen: I should get dressed first.
Jon Drake: Come in.
Briel sees Snake's reaction turns to Mostan and shrugs.
Wise Snake: Ah, Tramila, Tamlen, I think Alea's right. You both should probably be getting back to bed now...
Mostan is flabbergasted by all this.
Tramila: Snake? I...I'm sorry....You asked if I were well?
Briel: Farris Channels.
Briel says that to Mostan, point to Tramila and Snake.
Tramila: Of course I am. [steadies herself next to the table.]
Briel: They're quirky.
Wise Snake takes Tramila by the arm.
Mostan wonders who Gnome is. Someone he hasn't met.
Briel: Never get in their way, Mostan.
Tramila smiles at Snake. "You have a nice nager."
Briel: You'll regret it..in any number of ways. Take my word for it.
Wise Snake: Of course, of course. Hey, let's just steer over this way for a while. [steers Tramila toward door, trying to insinuate her field into support of Tramila's]
Mostan: I'll remember that, thanks.
Tramila: Tramila zlins wisesnake .
Tramila: Such a nice nager.
Tamlen gets up to follow his channel.
Wise Snake: Briel... Mostan... make sure Tamlen is all right. [over shoulder]
Jon Drake goes to his door since the person at the door didn't come in.
Briel: Sure thing, Snake.
Mostan gets up and goes to Tamlen just in time to keep him from collapsing.
Briel nods, disgutedly at ease, then waves a tentacle in dismissal.
Wise Snake: Sure. [to Tramila in coaxing voice] come along.. [leads her away from cafeteria]
Briel slowly stands, seeing Mostan has everything under control and strolls over.
Kaymeil: Oh Jon.. Why aren't you dressed? It's time to go. We're late.
Briel: You're a mess Tamlen.
Briel: You should still be in bed.
Briel: This way Mostan.
Briel signals for him to follow.
Tramila looks over shoulder, Alea?
Alea walking down the hall, hears Tramila's call. Pauses, turns back and goes back down the hall to Tramila.
Alea: Yes?
Jon Drake: Dress for what?
Jon Drake wonders what's wrong with his Tecton uniform.
Mostan goes along. "Maybe just a little lie down..."
Mostan: == make that Tamlen sigh ==
Kaymeil: In jogging cloths. It' time for our run.
Kaymeil is barely able to stay still.
Jon Drake: Oh, that.
Wise Snake continues to lead Tramila firmly toward her bed and rest.
Kaymeil: Surely Veraik has had you in physical training.
Jon Drake: I'll be right there.
Kaymeil: Get your clothes and let's go..go..go.
Mostan says to Tamlen "You know better than to try and keep up with a Sime Just come along and rest..."
Kaymeil runs in place waiting.
Briel: His room is in here, Mostan.
Briel: Just help him into the bed...
Wise Snake puts Tramila to bed.
Tramila: Are you staying with me, Alea? You and Tamlen.
Jon Drake quickly changes.
Tramila: I need my Donor.
Alea: No, Tramila. I have things to do.
Mostan half carries Tamlen into his room and puts him down on the bed.
Kaymeil does jumping jacks.
Wise Snake: Someone will be here for you, Tramila. Just relax and climb back into bed there... [soothing]
Jon Drake: Ok. Ready.
Tamlen flops down and lies there.
Briel reaches over and helps adjust Tamlen in bed.
Tramila gets into the bed. "Will you stay with me then wisesnake?
Briel: Now you stay here until a channel dismisses you this time, you hear me Tamlen?
Mostan turns towards the door and his eyes widen as he looks over the door.
Wise Snake: ME? Uh, well.
Tamlen: Yessur.
Kaymeil: First you warm up..
Mostan looks back at Tamlen, surprised.
Kaymeil: Sit on the floor and streeeeetch.
Mostan works the blanket down and then back up over Tamlen.
Jon Drake sits on the floor and stretches...
Alea turns and slips back out the door, relieved.
Kaymeil: Touch your toes.
Tramila whimpers when her Donor leaves.
Wise Snake watches Alea go.
Wise Snake: Some things never change.
Kaymeil: OK and one and two and one and two. touch those toes and three and four.
Wise Snake's field continues to support Tramila's.
Jon Drake touches his toes...
Mostan: Uh, Briel, is that ... usual? [ points over door ]
Tramila: Tramila zlins wisesnake .
Briel: What?
Briel looks.
Jon Drake follows the instructions...
Tramila: Thank you Wise Snake.
Wise Snake meets Tramila's eyes.
Kaymeil jumps up. Run in place.
Tamlen: [ there is a rifle hung above the top of the doorway ]
Briel gapes.
Jon Drake follows suit.
Kaymeil: Stretch YOUR arms and run in place.
Jon Drake stretches arms while running in place.
Briel goes over and takes down the rifle.
Briel: No, it is not normal.
Kaymeil: Alllllll right... Now follow me. We'll start our with a nice 5 mile jog then end with a ten mile run.
Kaymeil: LET's GO!!!
Briel zlins around the room...doesn't zlin anything else...
Briel goes out the door and stuffs the rifle in her room in the closet and comes back out.
Jon Drake follows, incredulous...
Tamlen snores.
Briel: I thought Farrises Donors were the only ones with guns in this Center[to Mostan]
Mostan: It did seem, odd.
Tramila falls asleep uses the safe wisesnake nager to comfort her.
Wise Snake arranges for a Gen to sit with Tramila and leaves the room.
Tramila groans at her loss.
Kaymeil: Doesn't this feel wonderful, Jon.?!!
Jon Drake grunts noncommittally.
Kaymeil: Feel the snow in the air as the wind hits your face.
Briel: I'll speak with Tamlen when he wakes.
Kaymeil zlins Jon.
Kaymeil: Oh. I guess not.
Briel: We'll find out just why he has a rifle hanging over his door.
Jon Drake works to keep up.
Kaymeil: Let's turn back. We can build you up over the next few days.
Jon Drake smiles.
Kaymeil slows her pace.
Jirelle is now known as Voiryal.
Jon Drake gets his breath.
Kaymeil: Ve..ry good.
Alea shakes her head and goes to her office.
Jon Drake: Well, to tell you the truth, Fifteen miles is a bit more than I'm used to.
Briel motions Mostan to follow her out of Tamlen's room.
Mostan: Ok. Let me know why if you can.
Kaymeil opens Center door for the Donor. Relax a bit then start you judo lesson.
Jon Drake nods while entering.
Briel: I certainly will.
Kaymeil pats Jon on the back. "You did great for your first day. Just wait until tomorrow.!!! We'll do twenty then.!"
Jon Drake manages a smile, not quite believing.
Mostan: Well, I'll see you around, then.
Kaymeil: You go rest Jon. I'm going back out. I have to do twenty more miles before the judo lesson.
Briel: Mostan...
Kaymeil bounces out the door and disappears.
Briel pauses.
Jon Drake: Ok, Kaymeil. Have fun. I'll see you when you get back.
Briel stops Mostan with a touch on his arm.
Voiryal walks regally down the hallway.
Jon Drake heads to the gym to begin the stretching and practices for what will likely be a grueling session.
Briel: If you want help with that cramping before your transfer, just let me know.
Briel turns and walks off.
Voiryal appears in the hallway before Briel.
Mostan watches Briel go.
Voiryal: Hello...
Briel smiles at Voiryal.
Briel: Hello..
Voiryal smiles back... an alluringly handsome smile.
Voiryal: You seem to have enjoyed an excellent transfer.
Briel lifts an eyebrow.
Briel: Yes, I did.
Briel: I don't think I've met you before..have I?
Voiryal: I am Voiryal... I came here a couple of months ago, but I don't make a big splash in day to day operations or anything.
Voiryal: But you do... Briel. You almost run this place single-handed.
Voiryal: [smiles]
Briel: Oh, yes, Voiryal...
Briel grins at his outrageous flattery, but doesn't correct him on it since they both know he's exaggerating.
Briel: I worked with you a couple of times last month.
Voiryal: And it was a pleasure working with such a talented channel.
Voiryal: [voice makes it clear he was saying "talented lady" even though the word channel is what he said]
Voiryal: If it's not too forward of me to ask... I mean, I would be honored if you don't have a partner for tonight, to join you.
Briel considers, thinks how it would be really stupid of her hang-up with Farrises to interfere with her post..then smiles.
Briel: You know, Voiryal, I think you have a great idea.
Briel smiles.
Voiryal smiles back, his nager aglow.
Voiryal: Then I will see you tonight.
Briel nods.
Briel thinks take that, Simone as she walks on down the hall.
Kaymeil is now known as Simone.
Simone sees Briel. "I see you took my advice." {smiles]
Briel frowns.
Briel: Excuse me please.
Simone: Take care of her. I got her VERY post.
Briel grits her teeth, thinking how very satisfying it would be to smash him into piece and wishing she could. Instead, she strides off down the hall, in anger.
Simone sets mode: +t wisesnake leaves Tramila in the hands of a Gen orderly and goes back to the cafeteria, sees everybody split.
Simone thinking that Briel baiting was almost as good as a satisfying transfer.....Almost...but not quite."
Simone is now known as cricket.
Cricket: {in cafeteria]cree...cree..cree.
Wise Snake hears the cricket but doesn't register it as a sound not belonging inside in wintertime.
Wise Snake decides to head home and see if Rafe returned from his mysterious, as well as tediously long lasting, personal business yet and is available for work.
Wise Snake leaves the Sime Center.
Cricket hops to the opposite walls and crawls into a crevice. "Cree...cree...cree"
Tramila is now known as Rafael.
Rafael lounges in Snake's apartment.
Wise Snake climbs up the front steps all covered with snow, unlocks the front door.
Wise Snake enters the living room.
Rafael: [in Spanish] Hello Snake. [smiles mysteriously]
Wise Snake: Ah, Rafe. You're back.
Wise Snake: Ready for some hard work?
Alea finishes her paperwork and stands to take it to the clerk to file.
Wise Snake sees/zlins smile.
Rafael stands. [Spanish] I'm ready.
Wise Snake's eyes narrow, but she has learned it's pointless to ask.
Wise Snake: Great. Let's go.
Rafael: [Spanish] Where are we going?
Rafael blends his nager into Snake's for her comfort.
Wise Snake: Well there's the biweekly check on the nursing homes, and I think it's time to invade that textiles sweatshop on Pendent and find out if there are any kids with hand injuries in there.
Rafael: [Spanish] Let's go.
Wise Snake and Rafe leave.
Rafael stays close to Snake.