Sime/Gen Roleplaying: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #118: (1/2/98)
Wise Snake enters B'cal's room and prods the Gen to see if she'll wake up finally.
B'cal rolls over, blinking.
Wise Snake: Are you awake yet? [hopefully]
B'cal: Yes, I am.
Wise Snake: Do we get to go home now?
B'cal: Without your poking too.
B'cal sits up.
Wise Snake: Sorry.
Wise Snake stands back a respectful distance... about 2 feet away.
B'cal: If you'd like.
B'cal: The Sectuib gave me permission to leave whenever you are ready.
Wise Snake smiles.
Wise Snake: Great!
B'cal: Go pack. I'll talk to the Sectuib and we'll leave within the hour.
Wise Snake: Okay...
Wise Snake leaves B'cal's room.
Wise Snake finds that, knowing she will be gone in an hour, her curiousity about the householding has been peaked.
Wise Snake sets off on an exploratory/investigative spree.
Wise Snake starts by taking a quick walk outside, to see what buildings look like they might be interesting to poke into... anything with offices, medical or maybe living quarters.
B'cal dresses and goes to find the Sectuib.
Imrun is hauling a huge box of tools up a ladder.
Wise Snake smiles to herself as she studies the buildings and decides none of them is particularly secure to a cat-burglar's methods.
Imrun: Just a litte..[puff puff] further.
Wise Snake walks past a worker and looks up to see what he's doing.
Imrun is a gen.
Imrun climbs up two more rungs.
Wise Snake pauses, wondering why that Gen doesn't get somebody to help him.
Imrun looks down, sees the weird eyes on the SIme and gasps, dropping the tools.
Imrun: Cat eyes!
Wise Snake jumps, then augments to catch the box.
Imrun [the ladder teeters--Imrun's eyes widen]and he starts falling too.
Imrun: Watch out BELOW!
Imrun: Aaarrrgh!
Wise Snake sets the box down hastily and augments to catch the Gen.
Imrun arms and legs flying as he tries to grab at thin air.
Wise Snake: [and the ladder; steadying them]
Imrun is a very overweight BIG Gen.
Wise Snake thinks this could get ugly.
Wise Snake: Uh... hey... just relax there... don't wave your...
Imrun jerks at the ladder trying to push it back toward the building.
Wise Snake thinks the best thing to do would be to get far out of the way.
Wise Snake backs off.
Wise Snake: Be c... um, do you... er...
Imrun turns, sees the Sime and makes a lunge toward her * wisesnake is startled.
Wise Snake doesn't know whether she should dodge or meet the lunge.
Imrun thinks falling on a Sime, who is stronger is better than hitting the ground.
Imrun falls.
Wise Snake zlins his intent and gamely does her best to catch him without getting crushed [augmenting]
Imrun slams into wisesnake with a grunt.
Wise Snake catches most of him, breaking the fall so he doesn't hit the ground that hard.
Wise Snake: BooOOF!
Wise Snake: Shen.
Imrun grunts again.
Imrun pushes back and looks at Snake.
Wise Snake lets go of him carefully and backs away, zlinning.
Wise Snake: Are you all right?
Imrun: Shen but Sime sure are good for some things. I surely am.
Wise Snake: Great.
Imrun grins.
Imrun: Even if you do have them weird looking eyes.
Wise Snake: Do you want any help with that tool box? [glances upward]
Wise Snake: Sorry if I alarmed you.
Wise Snake is too used to the reaction to be offended.
Imrun looks at the box.
Imrun: Nah. I was just going to take that up there before breakfast break.
Wise Snake: Well... okay, but it really wouldn't be any trouble.
Imrun pushes away and hitches up his pants.
Imrun: Thanks again.
Imrun: Nah..I can get it later.
Wise Snake dusts herself off.
Wise Snake: Okay.
Imrun turns and starts off, pausing to kick the box, then jump in pain, holding his toes.
Wise Snake flinches at the pain.
Wise Snake zlins to see if he broke anything.
Wise Snake sees he's fine and hurries away before anything else can happen.
Imrun hops around, looking at the sime.
Imrun: Sorry bout that.
Imrun: Didn't mean to hurt you there.
Imrun chuckles painfully.
Wise Snake is now interested in finding someplace with insulation and nobody working overhead... looks for the main building with the entryway and the work schedule board.
Tavos: Psssst!
Wise Snake zlins tavos there.
Tavos standing near some bushes, peeking out as Snake walks past.
Wise Snake: Oh... Tavos?
Wise Snake looks both ways, then approaches the bushes.
Tavos: Hey...hajene Wise...
Tavos looks both ways too.
Wise Snake: Yes? Can I help you?
Tavos: I was remembering our talk yesterday..you know, about them spies?
Tavos glances around again and motions her closer.
Wise Snake: Spies?
Wise Snake has no idea what Tavos is talking about, although she does remember something about reading too many fictional adventure books.
Wise Snake approaches cautiously.
Tavos: Yeah, you know, the people trying to break into the building and stuff..well, I've decided they must be spies.
Tavos nods for emphasis.
Tavos ~~emphatic~~
Wise Snake: I see.
Wise Snake: Spies sent by whom?
Tavos: Well now, I'm not sure. But if they're sneaking in all the time, it must be something...wh.
Y...why...it oculd be Distect spies * Tavos nods eagerly.
Tavos: Yeah.
Wise Snake: Um...
Tavos: Or even someone from Zeor!
Wise Snake winces at the mention of spies from Zeor; a sort spot with her
right now.
Wise Snake: Sort === sore.
Tavos: Well...yeah, but he doens't believe me.
Wise Snake: Why doesn't he?
Tavos: But you know, if it is Zeor, they could be trying to figure out just
how loyal he really is!
Tavos frowns.
Tavos: Well, he thinks I read too much and have too wild an imagination.
Tavos: You know, you might be in danger.
Wise Snake: I see. [slowly]
Wise Snake: I might be?
Tavos: You not being like them other Farrises. Well if the spy saw you, then,
they could think you might be out to expose them.
Tavos: You better be careful.
Wise Snake: Er...
Tavos: And watch for anyone suspicious like--okay?
Wise Snake: Thanks for the warning. I'll be sure to be a lot more paranoid
from now on.
Tavos: If I see anyone, I"ll make sure to tell you.
Tavos: That's what I'm doing right now, watching.
Tavos nods.
Wise Snake sourly "Thanks."
Tavos slips back into the bushes.
Wise Snake: Egads.
Tavos: Now, go on, don't give my spot away. I'm low field neough now not
to attract much attention.
Tavos pops up out of the bush. "Thanks to you."
Tavos slithers back down.
Tavos: Bye now...
Wise Snake thinks he's kidding himself about the low-fieldness but nods at
his departure.
Wise Snake: And I thought all the weirdos were in Bender Cove.
Wise Snake shakes her head and is more eager than ever to get inside.
Wise Snake looks for the main doors they came in when they first arrived.
Wise Snake: Ah. here.
Wise Snake hurries towards them.
Wise Snake slips inside the darkened front hall.
Melii: Watch out! Yiike!
Wise Snake zlins about, then walks casually toward some offices she remembers.
Melii drops her bucket of water on the wet floor.
Wise Snake jumps.
Melii grabs at the bucket as the soapy water goes everywhere.
Wise Snake backs away hastily as the water rolls towards her.
Melii misses and slams into Snake.
Melii: ==misses the bucket==
Wise Snake: Shen! This place is dangerous! [thinks]
Wise Snake: Hey!
Wise Snake slides on the water as the Gen runs into her.
Melii feet slide two different ways.
Wise Snake snatches at Melii's clothes and tries to keep her on her feet.
Melii [RIP]
Wise Snake's other hand gropes for something, anything solid to ...
Melii's hands come away with part of a uniform top.
Melii: Aaarrgh!!!
Melii: Eak!
Wise Snake stares dumbfounded thinking this could hardly get any worse.
Wise Snake drops the cloth in a hurry.
Melii gasps and slips, feet unable to find any purchase.
Wise Snake grabs Melii by the arm.
Wise Snake: Stop panicking!
Melii: I-I--Aaagh!
Melii bums into the table.
Melii: ==bums bumps==
Wise Snake finally finds something... a door frame.. to grab with her other
hand.
Wise Snake winces at Melii's pain as the woman smashes into a piece of furniture.
Wise Snake pulls the Gen firmly toward her, trying to pin the Gen down so
she can't fall, slip or slide any more.
Melii grabs at Snake, latching onto her head.
Melii: Was...just...mopping.
Wise Snake feels a stab of alarm at having a strange Gen all over her, but
clings stoicly to the wall, not letting either of them fall.
Wise Snake: I -- I see that. [panting]
Kitticat: MEEOWRRR.
Kitticat jumps, landing on Snake.
Wise Snake jerks reflexivly, trying to protect her forearms.
Wise Snake gasps as the cat launches itself off and runs away.
Melii slaps at Kitti knocking her off.
Wise Snake: That's it.
Melii: I-didn't you see the Sign?
Wise Snake drags Melii out of the wet area of floor and sits her down in
a chair.
Wise Snake: No! I did not see any sign.
Melii: At the front door? Moppoing?
Melii: ==Moppoing Mopping==
Melii blinks.
Melii: Oh.
Melii: Well, it was written plain and simple in Swahilli.
Wise Snake: Swahili? What in the sam hilly is Swa hili????
Wise Snake examines her forearms and finds several cat scratches; looks forward
to a fascinating train ride with a nasty allergic reaction to the scratches.
Melii: Oh, um, well, it's an ancient ancient, dead language. We have just
recently discvoered it.
Wise Snake: And this is considered "communication?" [acidly]
Melii: If you had looked underneath, it plainly stated in ancient genlan
....
Melii: Well, yes.
Wise Snake: What about the Gens from town, are they expected to understand
your signs?
Melii: Well of course not. But they rarely come this early. And when someone
does see the sign, they usually know to be careful or we wouldn't ahve posted
a sign.
Melii: It's only a test of the sectuib's, to see how the signs work.
Wise Snake stomps to the door, looks for any sign of a sign.
Melii: It's also in Simlean in small letters[calls out]
Wise Snake: I don't see any sign here. [annoyed]
Melii: Oh, well, it must have -- blown off?
Melii smiles.
Melii: Well, no harm done.
Melii stands.
Wise Snake thinks it's quite bad enough to print signs in incomprehensible
languages... to LIE about it is just too much.
Wise Snake is now in a considerably worse mood than she'd been in before
she met up with the Gen falling off the ladder, the Gen hiding in the bushes,
and the Gen trying to kill people by dumping water all over everything.
Wise Snake notes that only 10 minutes have passed since she left B'cal..
wonders if she can survive 50 more.
Melii: If you'll excuse me, I'll just go get my mop and finish up here.
Wise Snake attempts to smile back, with less than satisfactory results.
Wise Snake: Sure. Fine.
Wise Snake leaves the room, stiffly.
Wise Snake: Shedoni... this is nuts.
Wise Snake looks around for an office or something to sit down in.
Melii Pamlos.
Wise Snake sees one with the door hanging open and nobody inside; heads toward
it.
Wise Snake has a seat behind the desk and leans back, trying to collect her
wits.
Wise Snake notes a medicine cabinet is nearby and investigates its contents.
Wise Snake is already feeling a little light-headed from the cat scratches...
makes a mental note to get some Farris-grade anti-inflammatory ointment on
them before leaving V'lar.
Wise Snake notes there are no Farris-rated drugs in the office's cabinet;
figures.
Wise Snake's exploratory mood is somewhat revived so she looks through the
person's desk while she's at it, fingering and examining anything that looks
interesting.
Wise Snake notices that ALL the files and notes are in various foreign languages.
Wise Snake notices that they use the same Tecton Central pens and pencils
as the Center does.
Wise Snake plays with some nicknacks that were on the desk... a model train,
a kinetic sculpture, and a frame with somebody's picture in it.
Pamlos comes striding down the hall and into his office.
Pamlos: Hajene Wise!
Wise Snake jumps.
Wise Snake looks up.
Wise Snake: Hello.
Wise Snake thinks he might want to use his chair and gets up.
Pamlos moves over, waving her back down.
Wise Snake sits back down in the chair behind the desk.
Pamlos: Sit down sit down. The other desk is my desk.
Pamlos chuckles.
Pamlos: That, is the sectuib's desk.
Wise Snake: No wonder I was drawn to it.
Pamlos chuckles.
Wise Snake notices the cat scratches are now bright red and swollen, hopes
Pamlos doesn't find this too disgusting to look at.
Pamlos: Typical farris after all.
Pamlos: Keep up with those remarks and -- shen!
Wise Snake looks at Pamlos not knowing what he means about Farrises.
Pamlos moves over to Snake.
Wise Snake blinks.
Wise Snake: What?
Pamlos: What happned to your arm.
Wise Snake: Oh... a cat fell on me.
Pamlos reaches out, waits for permission to examine it.
Wise Snake: I have some ointment to counteract the allergic reaction back
in my room.
Wise Snake offers the arm.
Pamlos takes her arm, turning it and looking, projecting field.
Pamlos: We should get this washed up immediately.
Pamlos: Did you happen to bring any soap ... or can you use ours?
Wise Snake: Normally I would be able to dodge a cat attack, but in this case
I was busy keeping a half-clothed, shreiking Gen from cracking her skull
open on the...
Wise Snake: I have some in the room.
Pamlos stares at Snake.
Pamlos: A half naked shrieking Gen?
Pamlos ~~intrigued~~
Wise Snake: Half clothed - half naked - whatever. It's all point-of-view.
Wise Snake is feeling a little dizzy.
Wise Snake: Maybe we should go over and get that ointment now.
Pamlos slips an arm around Snake.
Pamlos: Let me help you. Maybe you should lie down and let me get it.
Pamlos ~~concerned~~
Wise Snake: Well... if you insist.
Pamlos helps Snake over to the couch.
Wise Snake doesn't think that's quite necessary, but isn't interested in
facing the Wrath of B'cal over what Snake let happen to her in only 10 minutes
of time.
Pamlos: You just lie down here and I'll send soemone immediately to get the
soap from our supplies.
Wise Snake: No... go to my room.. ask B'cal for the ointment.
Wise Snake: She knows where it is.
Wise Snake: And soap.
Pamlos hurries to the door looking for anyone passing by.
Wise Snake could do without more water after the experience of a few minutes
ago.
Pamlos: Of course [to Snake]
Pamlos signals a young renSime walking down the hall.
Pamlos sends him for the ointment and soap.
Wise Snake: It really isn't that big a deal.
Wise Snake: It's happened before. It isn't a dangerous reaction, only unpleasant.
Pamlos goes back and gets two cloths, wetting them.
Pamlos strides back over to Snake.
Pamlos: Don't argue. As a Farris we can't take chances.
Wise Snake: To tell you the truth, I try to avoid cats on general principle.
Pamlos folds one cloth and lays it across Snake's head before folding the
other for her arm.
Pamlos: I don't blame you.
Pamlos: That cat is always getting in here.
Wise Snake sighs and lets him do it.
Pamlos: Jus sneaks in, thinks it owns the place.
Pamlos: ==Jus Just==
Wise Snake blinks looking at Pamlos... both of them.
Wise Snake: Do you wanna come back to Bender Cove with me? I could use another
Donor...
Wise Snake: Leave B'cal here... yeah.
Pamlos laughs.
Pamlos: There goes that humor again.
Pamlos turns his attention to her arm.
Wise Snake blinks as the room swims around the two Pamlos nagers.
Pamlos: This should not look this bad unless it'd been like this for a day
or two.
Wise Snake thinks she was perfectly serious.
Pamlos: I'm afraid it's much more serious than we thought.
Wise Snake: It always looks bad. It isn't that bad, really.
Pamlos looks at Snake's eyes.
Wise Snake tries to get up, pushing his hands aside.
Pamlos: No.
Pamlos gently grabs her.
Pamlos: You don't look very good at all.
Wise Snake: Oh... come on. [whining]
Pamlos smiles.
Wise Snake doesn't fight him.
Pamlos: I'm a Donor. You're a Channel. This is one of those times you have
to listen to...
Pamlos hears someone at the door and gets up to go retrieve the medicine
and soap.
Wise Snake remains sitting on the edge of the couch, head in her hands, feeling
dizzy.
Wise Snake: Well.... this does seem like a stronger reaction than I remember...
Pamlos accepts the medicine and soap and asks the renSime to go get Sectuib.
Pamlos turns from the door smiling.
Wise Snake is finally starting to get worried.
Pamlos goes over to Snake.
Pamlos: Let's get you up and over to the sink so I can wash your arm for
you.
Wise Snake clings to Pamlos feverishly.
Pamlos helps Snake over to the sink and slips her arm under the water spicket
before turning it on.
Wise Snake shudders in revulsion at the feeling, too out of it to hide the
reaction.
Pamlos: It'll be fine...shush..
Pamlos rubs the soap over the scratches.
Fraeyan is informed that Pamlos requires him immediately in their office
and excuses himself from the meeting he was in.
Pamlos turns the water off, keeping an arm around the tiny channel and then
helps her back to the couch.
Pamlos: Are you hurting anywhere else?
Wise Snake feels genuinely rotten enough now to simply submit to his guidance.
Wise Snake: I... might have pulled something when that giant Gen fell off
the ladder onto me.
Pamlos starts feeling around on snake, moving clothes, looking for other
scratches.
Wise Snake has more scratches on her neck and shoulder, a small one on the
other arm.
Pamlos: Fell of a ladder? The half naked Gen was on a ladder?
Wise Snake: No... different... before.
Pamlos: Ah, I .. uh ... okay.
Wise Snake: Big huge male Gen.... with a box of tools... dropped the tools
first.
Pamlos gets up and goes to get the soapy cloath.
Pamlos: Dropped the tools .. big. Ah, Imrun. He's a bit clumsy. But wants
to help.
Wise Snake: He nearly squashed me when he... [me blinks, trying to remember
exactly what happend; finds the episode is a bit scrambled]
Wise Snake: ====me blinks = Snake blinks =====
Pamlos comes back with the cloth and gently scrubs the other marks.
Wise Snake: The half naked woman was in the front entryway. She and the cat
both attacked me at once.
Pamlos: A half naked Gen woman attacked you with a cat.
Pamlos frowns.
Wise Snake's eyes are bright and possibly a little delirious looking... she
certainly sounds that way.
Pamlos reaches for the ointment and squeezes some out onto his fingers.
Wise Snake: She wasn't naked when she first attacked...
Wise Snake: She used a bucket...
Pamlos ~~growing concern~~
Pamlos rubs the ointment on the scratches and then puts the lid back on.
Fraeyan strides down the hall and enters his and Pamlos' office, zlinning.
Pamlos: I think you're delirious, Hajene Wise.
Fraeyan: What's going... [zlins Pamlos and the channel]
Pamlos: Just lie down.
Wise Snake lets Pamlos push her down.
Wise Snake: Why do... people always say that? [panting]
Pamlos calls over to Fraeyan.
Pamlos: I think we're seeing a bad allergic reaction of some sort here Fraeyan.
Fraeyan approaches them. "Allergic reaction?"
Pamlos: Cat scratched her.
Fraeyan inserts himself into the situation, trying to disturb the ambient
as little as possible.
Pamlos: Of course, the way farrises are, she could be reacting to the detergetn
in the towels.
Pamlos: I don't know.
Fraeyan: I thought somebody was going to do something about that cat.
Pamlos: I've washed the spots with her soap and put ointment on them.
Fraeyan looks at the labels on the ointment and soap and nods.
Pamlos: It was taken all the way to town two days ago.
Pamlos: I don't know how it gets back here.
Fraeyan: Good.
Pamlos moves carefully over so Fraeyan can have mroe access to Snake.
Fraeyan: The cat? [frowns] Unbelievable.
Wise Snake blinks at Fraeyan, eyes reddish, and her laterals wander out trying
to zlin.
Fraeyan focuses his attention on Wise Snake.
Fraeyan zlins the swollen scratches.
Fraeyan cautiously engages Snake's field, encouraging healing, while zlinning
to make sure the ointment is beginning to take effect.
Pamlos supports.
Fraeyan gently disengages when it becomes clear the ointment is doing its
work and the situation has stabilized.
Fraeyan: That was quick thinking, Pamlos. Good job.
Pamlos: Thank you, Hajene.
Fraeyan: Where is this channel's Donor?
Pamlos: B'cal?
Pamlos: I'm not sure.
Pamlos: The other one...
Pamlos shrugs, flushing that he didn't think to send for them.
Fraeyan zlins him curiously.
Pamlos: I think they're in their rooms.
Fraeyan: All right [not sure what to make of Pamlos' mood]
B'cal comes storming into the office.
B'cal is barefoot, hair dishelved and pulling on her jacket.
B'cal: What the shenned happened to her this time?
B'cal: THat channel of mine can get into more trouble!
Pamlos surprised at B'cal.
Fraeyan recovers from the beating the ambient took upon her entry and manages
to get out, "Allergic reaction to a cat scratch."
B'cal storms over and drops down by Snake's side, strict control on her field.
Fraeyan stands back, disconcerted by B'cal's nager and actions.
Pamlos moves up to Fraeyan.
B'cal: Snake, what the shenned happened?
Fraeyan looks at Pamlos questioningly wondering if the Donor knows what's
up with this.
B'cal: Is it the cat or did you eat something you shouldn't have?
B'cal: Soap?
B'cal: Towels?
B'cal: Perfumes...no...
Wise Snake peers at B'cal fuzzily.
Wise Snake: I.... no... oh.
Wise Snake remembers the dirty soapy water that got all over the place earlier.
Wise Snake: Oh... no.
Wise Snake: Maybe detergent... floor.
Pamlos: She was scratched and started babbling about the time I arrived.
Raging Gens throwing tools at her and falling on her, some half naked Gn
trying to bash her head in with a bucket...
B'cal: Detergent? Bucket?
B'cal: Soap...
B'cal: Shen!
Wise Snake reaches for B'cal's arms, tentacles weaving uncoordinated.
B'cal offers her arms.
B'cal: You'll be fine.
Wise Snake's eyes are weird looking.
Wise Snake: Wh...
Fraeyan stares at Pamlos
Fraeyan: What? What happened??
Wise Snake: B'cal?
B'cal: Loren tabs...50pcs. It'll help. Can one of you get it for me?
Wise Snake's laterals press against B'cal's arms, messily.
Pamlos: She was wet when she came in.
Pamlos: Melii was mopping earlier. She maybe ... possible got into that?
Pamlos hears B'cals words.
Pamlos: Right away.
Pamlos goes to find the farris med kit.
Fraeyan is trying to construct some kind of reasonable scenario based on
the information he's heard so far.
Pamlos wonders if he finds it if the meds will still be "in date"
Fraeyan: I suppose it's possible... but where does the cat fit in? And what's
this about a ladder?
B'cal: Truest me Sectuib, this woman attracts trouble.
B'cal: She doesn't try to, it just ... jumps out at her.
Wise Snake moans at the words "jumps out at"
Pamlos ~~soothing~~
Pamlos: Close your eyes. Stay hypo, it'll help.
Pamlos: ==B'cal==
Wise Snake closes her eyes.
Wise Snake's hands and tentacles have a very firm grip on B'cal's arms.
Pamlos finds the kit and strides quickly back to the office.
Fraeyan: I'll see if I can find out what happened. I'll be back as soon as
I get some information.
Pamlos opesn the door and thrusts the kit at Fraeyan.
Pamlos: Here.
Pamlos: Found it in the back of the shelves in the storeroom.
Fraeyan turns and strides from the office, deciding to try the front entryway
first and see if Melii has any information that might be useful.
Pamlos breathing heavily.
Fraeyan: ==fraeyan left before Pamlos showed up==
B'cal takes the kit.
B'cal: Thanks.
B'cal looks at Snake's arms holding hers and at the kit. "Can you open it?"
Pamlos takes the kit, opens it and finds the tabs B'cal requested.
Pamlos moves forward and touches Snake's cheek.
Pamlos: Open up. Here's some meds to help.
Fraeyan finds sees the entry way is finished and goes to find Melii in a
janitor's closet washing out the mop.
B'cal concentrates on Snake, using her field to offer support.
Wise Snake opens her mouth, breathing hard.
Wise Snake fevered.
Pamlos slips the two tablets in her mouth.
Pamlos: Swallow.
Pamlos goes to get some water and brings back a cupfull.
Pamlos: Want some water?
Wise Snake swallows.
B'cal: You wanna drown her? Don't gie her a sip until she's more coherent.
Fraeyan listens as Melii explains that some strange channel ignored the sign,
came in, tripped over a bucket and fell on the cat.
B'cal: ==gie give==
Fraeyan [melii is wearing a clean shirt]
Pamlos: I do know how to treat channels, B'cal. Don't try the attitude with
me[mildly]
Fraeyan zlins Melii is lying and frowns at her.
Pamlos: Just see to your patient.
B'cal continues to offer support.
B'cal looks sideways and sneers at Pamlos.
Pamlos chuckles and takes a seat nearby.
Pamlos: How is she?
Pamlos lightheartedness turns back to concern as she studies snake.
Fraeyan offers a different version of the story... the sign somehow fell
off or blew away... and that the bucket fell when the strange channel ran
into Melli not looking where she was going... and Melli isn't sure how the
cat fit into it.
Fraeyan: ===Melii offers Fraean a different version==
Wise Snake gulps as she starts feeling distinctly strange... not at all like
how she remembered fevers from cat scratches in the past.
B'cal looks back at Snake.
B'cal: Still delerious, but maybe a bit better. THe grip isn't quite as tight.
Fraeyan frowns thunderously at Melii, and the maid quails.
Fraeyan listens as Melii finally explains the true story, which has no ladders
or tools involved but fits everything else]
Fraeyan asks to see the detergent Melii was using, and Melii produces the
box.
Wise Snake: Uhhh.. [eyes widen as she hears talking that sounds like dogs
barking, and some kind of howling]
Wise Snake sees B'cal's arms detach from B'cal's body and start waving around
like 2 large tentacles in Snake's grip.
Wise Snake: ---!---
B'cal: Then again, maybe not! [winces in slight pain]
Wise Snake stares as B'cal's armless body grows mushrooms and waving cilia,
and speaks in subsonic wailing moans.
Wise Snake whimpers.
Fraeyan returns to the office carrying the detergent box.
Wise Snake experiences Fraeyan's entry as a sparkling cascade of pain across
a field of lumpy, roiling chaotic nager that resembles two Gens stuck together.
B'cal leans forward increasing her reassurance that all is fine.
Fraeyan zlins the situation, concerned.
B'cal: YOu know, Pamlos, it might be best just to knock her out.
B'cal: If she's out of it, she wouldn't be hallucinating.
Pamlos leans forward.
Wise Snake sees a huge glistening brown wall falling down upon her.
Pamlos: I don't think smashing her over the head with a light is an option
B'cal.
Wise Snake cries out, clinging to the two waving tentacles which now resemble
swollen nightcrawlers, and which she can't seem to let go of.
B'cal: Well she's going to amputate my shenned arms if we dont' do SOMETHING!
Wise Snake hears lightning and thunder, and people cheering.
Pamlos jumps up and grabs the kit, rummaging through it.
Pamlos: What the shenned do you give farrises to knock them out?
Fraeyan has never seen this reaction from cat scratches before, even in a
Farris.
B'cal: Sectuib? Think you can do it? Put her to sleep?
B'cal teeth gritted.
Fraeyan: I'll try.
Pamlos: It's got to be the soap. Shenned soap. Farrises are allergic to
everything.
Fraeyan sets down the detergent box and approaches the bed, squeezing past
B'cal.
Fraeyan: ===bed = couch===
Pamlos drops the kit and moves over to support Pamlos.
Pamlos: What the shenned is taking the medicine so long to react.
Fraeyan takes hold of Snake's field as gently as possible.
B'cal: Same problem.
B'cal: Farris system.
B'cal eyes cross as her arms grow numb.
Wise Snake goes stiff with terror as the entire universe collapses toward
a black, shining blot that reaches for her with its sparkling pseudopodia.
Fraeyan exerts influence upon Snake's system, trying to force it toward calmness,
toward a healing sleep.
B'cal gasps.
Pamlos: Unbelieveable.
Pamlos focusing field on supporting Fraeyan.
Wise Snake feels a thousand tiny blades stabbing, stabbing, trying to corner
her in a tiny pocket of her own mind.
Wise Snake: No! [despairing]
Wise Snake's grip becomes unsteady, loosened.
B'cal sucks in a breath at the pain as feeling rushes bakc into her arms.
Fraeyan fights off the distraction of pain, leaning on Pamlos' support, and
finishes the job, taking Wise Snake the rest of the way into sleep.
B'cal moves back, shaken.
Wise Snake clings to the last scraps of consciousness.
Like life itself, then slowly fades away.
Wise Snake lies still.
B'cal: That was bad.
B'cal: I don't think I"ve ever seen her that bad.
Wise Snake's skin is pale and glistening, the tentacles of her arms lying
around in disarray.
Fraeyan leans heavily on Paulos's support for a few moments, recovering.
Pamlos glances at B'cal and takes an arm, smoothing his hand carefully over
it.
Pamlos: Shen.
Fraeyan: Paulos === pamlos.
Pamlos looks at Snake and shakes his head.
Pamlos: She gonna be okay?
Pamlos continues to support Fraeyan.
B'cal: The meds should work. Snake's system is more ... delicate ... because
of what she's been through, or not been through in some cases. We'll have
to see.
Fraeyan recovers enough to wave away the intense support.
Pamlos backs off.
Fraeyan: Thank you... thank you, I'm all right now.
Pamlos: You okay Frae?
Pamlos nods.
Fraeyan reaches for the box and shows it to them.
B'cal: At any rate, I'm sure she'll be able to travel tonight. She was determined
to be back home tomorrow.
B'cal ~~not sure at all~~
Fraeyan: This is what Melii says she was cleaning with.
Fraeyan: And yes, that was Melii she ran into earlier.
B'cal looks at the box.
B'cal: Yeah. That did it, I'd bet.
Fraeyan looks at the open Farris medical kit lying in a heap nearby.
Fraeyan: Where did you find that?
Pamlos: Supply room, middle shelf at the back. We have three, actually.
Pamlos: They got pushed back, way back though.
Wise Snake: It's not as if we have much call for them, after all.
Wise Snake: ===Fraeyan==
Pamlos: True.
Fraeyan: And the few times a Farris is visiting here are usually so brief
there isn't enough time for anything to happen.
B'cal: With a Farris all it takes is a look sometime for the to fall into
a quivering mess.
B'cal: Be lucky you don't keep getting called out to work with them.
Pamlos rubs a hand down B'cal's arm again, looking at the bruises forming
and sighs, thinking yeah.
B'cal pulls her arms back, the small touch bothering her.
B'cal frowns at Pamlos.
Fraeyan thinks about the letter from Briel.
Fraeyan: Considering how much improvement the Sime Center's letter described,
I can't even begin to imagine what the weeks you worked with her were like...
before the improvements came.
B'cal shrugs.
B'cal: We didn't have that much time to work together.
B'cal: And...
B'cal looks at Pamlos, still stinging from last night's 'talking to'
Fraeyan looks at B'cal curiously.
Fraeyan: Yes?
B'cal: And it seems it's possible, I misjudged the way to handle Snake and
caused a bit more delay than was necessary in my help of her.
Pamlos nods.
Fraeyan frowns.
Pamlos: It's sometimes hard to judge the exact way to handle a Channel.
Pamlos smiles at Fraeyan while giving this sop to B'cal.
Fraeyan wonders what exactly is going on between those two.
Fraeyan: Oh?
Fraeyan thinks he knows... there are some things that he, as Sectuib, will
never find out about simply because he is Sectuib.
B'cal sighs.
Fraeyan hopes things haven't sunk to where a house member would actually
try to conceal a breach of honor... that would be unforgiveable.
Pamlos nods, pleased that B'cal has accepted responsiblity for her mistakes.
B'cal: I should apologize to you for and allowing my anger at the threats
from certain people that were Farris, to overshadow my judgement.
B'cal: I'll sit here with her until she wakes up if you want.
Fraeyan's brows raise.
Fraeyan: Do that... but... why don't you tell me what happened.
Fraeyan can't defend against his people being sent away by blackmail, but
that doesn't mean he doesn't want to support them and know what has happened
to them as far as he can.
B'cal says tightly, "I allowed my anger to overshadow my perceptions of the
situation. When I saw the channel, I was certain that the Farris who threatened
the hosue had sent me there simply to watch us fail and thus, lose our money
and have to fold to the demands fo the Tecton."
B'cal: The people there are too lax. I felt by forcing Snake to depend on
me, I could evenutally work with her and teach her what she hadnt' learned
in first year school.
B'cal: However, I pushed too hard, and lost her.
Fraeyan: I see.
B'cal: A miscalculation to be sure. And I had no time to correct it with
all that happened.
Fraeyan moves to sit at his desk.
Fraeyan frowns, then reaches to position the train, kinetic sculpture, and
photo in their correct places.
B'cal: As I said in my reports, many many things happened that seemed fate
was against us helping the channel before first year was up.
Fraeyan studies B'cal.
Fraeyan: Do you feel that your original mistake has been undone?
B'cal protective of channel by her.
B'cal shrugs.
B'cal: Can old mistakes ever be undone?
B'cal: I don't know. I'll never know.
B'cal: I can only go foward, trying to help her.
Fraeyan: And you want to do this? The Tecton seemed pleased with the results
you have already brought about. You could walk away from it with V'lar's
face and funding intact.
B'cal: I would like nothing better. But I feel I owe her this, at least one
more transfer.
B'cal: I'm afraid, I have no proof. But, she fears being alone.
Fraeyan: I understand your feelings on that point. But... another transfer...
is it even possible? You were badly injured last time, judging from the way
you zlin and the way your stamina has been affected.
B'cal: I don't know why. But I ... will be with her at ... night.
B'cal ~~fear of sleeping at night~~
B'cal thinks this is a good arrangement.
Fraeyan saying it gently with no intent to insult, only ...
Fraeyan zlins B'cal, concerned.
B'cal: I .. didn't mean I'd do the transfer. But I will be there until the
transfer is done.
B'cal: I have gone to the Center and have insisted the find her someone else,
as soon as possible. But I won't leave her with a stranger. Not until Nick
Is ready or she has a good Donor by her side.
Fraeyan: Of course V'lar will support this. You will be welcomed when you
decide it is time to return.
B'cal: What else can I do? My OWN honor demands it.
B'cal: Thank you, Sectuib.