Sime/Gen Roleplaying: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #124: (1/8/98)
Briel hurries up the street to Snake's door and signals.
Linn opens the door, blinking a bit nervously when she sees who's there.
Briel: Hello Linn. Is Snake here?
Linn: Not at the moment.
Briel: I see.
Briel: I had come by to tell her I'd confirmed that Simone will be here for her transfer.
Linn: Oh. She'll be glad of that, I suspect.
Briel: How are you doing?
Linn is a bit uncomfortable with talking about Snake's transfers, since seeing one a few weeks back.
Briel zlins Linn.
Briel: Will you tell Snake I stopped by then?
Briel zlins Linn's discomfort
Alea comes down the stairs to the cafeteria to get a cup of tea.
Linn glances at Briel's arms, trying to understand why she is so sure Briel is approaching transfer, even without obvious symptoms to go by.
Linn: Yes, I will.
Briel nods.
Linn's field is responding much more to Briel's nager than it did when she was a GN-2.
Briel zlins Linn's field again, shakes her head and turns to leave.
Linn: Are you going back to the Sime Center?
Alea pours a fresh cup of hot tea and takes it out of the cafeteria with her, on her way to the office.
Briel pauses.
Briel: Yes, I am.
Briel moves back over to the door, keeping her cloak about her.
Briel: Is there something you required?
Briel thinks Snake had better work with Linn or that field is eventually going to bother people.
Linn: I was wondering if you'd help me carry them back? There are too many for me to take in one trip.
Alea continues down the hall, her tea in her hands, planning her day's schedule.
Briel: Of course.
Briel: I think you had two bags or so of those books that you borrowed from the Center, didn't you.
Linn smiles wryly.
Linn: Yes. I think Alea got a little carried away, but they were helpful.
Veraik sees Alea.
Briel: May I come in to get them?
Veraik: Frowning, he sees the next hallway and turns towards the infirmary.
Alea: Good morning Veraik.
Alea shrugs and continues on to the lobby.
Veraik: Veraik stops. "Hello Alea. I zlin that you are well today."
Linn: Of course.
Linn steps aside to give Briel plenty of room.
Alea stops and turns.
Briel goes inside.
Alea: Yes, I am well.
Alea: Welcome back.
Linn hurries to the living room and collects a large stack of books.
Veraik: Thank you.
Briel moves with her, taking the stack of books easily into her arms.
Alea: I was on my way to work.
Linn picks up three more books, then goes to get her coat, still uneasy about the inexplicable feeling of impending need she's picking up from Briel.
Alea smiles indicating the hot tea.
Veraik: Well if you will excuse me. I believe I have work to do unless there is a problem which requires my attention.
Alea: Of course not.
Alea is surprised by Veraik's abrupt attitude.
Veraik: You make it yourself.
Alea: Excuse me.
Veraik: [neutral]
Alea continues on to the lobby.
Veraik proceeds to his office.
Briel presents her showfield to Linn
Alea pauses by the desk, setting her tea down to check the assignments for the day
Briel nods to Linn.
Briel: Ready?
Linn blinks as the weird, ominous feeling disappears, and wonders if she just imagined it.
Linn reflects that she's been through enough in the past few months to drive anyone crazy.
Linn decides not to worry about it, unless the feeling returns.
Linn: Yes.
Linn leads Briel out the door, pausing to lock it behind them.
Briel zlins Linn's confusion
Briel: Haven't you felt Snake do that?
Linn: Do what?
Briel: It's a way channels manipulate the field so their own field isn't showing.
Linn thinks over the contents of the books they're carrying.
Briel: You were responding to my need and so I presented you with a field that in effects, covers that up.
Linn: Are you talking about the Jorrel neutral showfield equation?
Linn walks a bit farther from Briel at the mention of need.
Briel chuckles
Briel: You read too much.
Briel: Yeah.
Alea picks up the reports she has that are due and goes to her office.
Linn reflects that there was nothing in the book about the nasty, hungry feeling.
Briel turns into the grounds of the Sime Center.
Linn follows Briel, still carrying her own books.
Briel climbs the stairs and opens the door for Linn.
Linn enters the lobby, inexplicably sure that there isn't a Sime in need behind the desk this time.
Briel puts the stacks of books on the desk.
Veraik looks through the reports of the Center and again confirms that Briel have done a better job of handling the Center.
Linn puts her three on top of them.
Briel: Would you like some tea Linn, while you're here?
Linn flexes her half-frozen fingers.
Linn: Yes, thank you. Tea would be very nice.
Briel zlins Linn, concerned.
Briel: Would you like me to help warm you up?
Briel: Those fingers are awfully cold.
Briel thinks exactly what is involved in helping her and decides she shouldn't have offered.
Veraik: He stares out the window for a second then unties and reties his pony tail to make it look neat.
Linn pulls off her gloves and inspects the appendages in question.
Briel: Uh, let me just get that tea for you.
Veraik: Raising from his desk, he heads for the lobby.
Briel motions to the Clerk to get some tea for them.
Linn decides that her fingers are not anywhere close to frostbite.
Linn: I'll be fine.
Lanyi comes down stairs, fixing damp hair into a pony tail.
Briel motions to the sofa.
Briel takes the tray that Clerk returns with and sets it on a low table in front of the sofa.
Briel pours Linn some tea and then hands it to her.
Lanyi looks at the schedule board.
Linn sits on the couch and accepts the tea with a nod of thanks, using the cup to warm her chilled hands.
Briel moves to pour herself a cup of tea.
Briel: Has Snake mentioned much about her trip to V'lar?
Linn: Some, yes.
Lanyi looks over to see Briel and Linn/
Briel nods.
Lanyi walks over to them.
Briel: Good morning Lanyi.
Briel offers her a cup of tea.
Lanyi: Morning Briel, Linn.
Lanyi: Yes, thank you.
Linn: Good morning, Lanyi.
Briel gets another cup and pours herself a cup of tea, but zlins Veraik coming down the hall.
Briel sighs thinking this is turning into grand central station.
Veraik zlins the nagers coming from the lobby and turns around to go back to his office. He just couldn't face everyone now that he had failed.
Lanyi: ~~ standard neutral showfield ~~
Briel takes her tea and sits back.
Lanyi: How have you been doing Linn?
Linn wonders why some Simes have been making her acutely uncomfortable lately, while others don't.
Briel: Linn was just returning some books she had borrowed on transfer mechanics.
Briel: I'm afraid I let her get too cold...
Briel looks apologetically at Linn.
Briel sips her tea.
Linn raises an eyebrow.
Linn: You're not in charge of the weather, last time I checked.
Briel smiles liking the change in Linn who is no longer cowering from her.
Lanyi looks over at the books idly.
Linn's fingers are slowly starting to thaw, thanks to the teacup.
Lanyi: "Principles of Nageric Interfaces?"
Alea finishes the reports and goes out into the lobby to return them to clerk.
Linn looks over at Lanyi.
Alea sees the group of people and wanders over, sipping her tea.
Linn: Yes. I hadn't thought of using Clark's derivatives like that, but the rest of it makes sense.
Rhelana: Rhelana is a renSime about Tarsh's age. Pretty. with long black hair....kinda sultry looking who always has a bouncing personality.
Linn sees Alea.
Alea smiles.
Alea: Good morning Linn.
Linn: Oh, Alea. I've brought back the books I borrowed.
Alea: I see that.
Alea: Did you learn anything?
Linn: Quite a bit, actually.
Veraik decides he can't hide forever and goes back to the lobby to face the ones he has failed.
Alea: I'm so glad to hear that.
Alea: You know, you're welcome anytime to borrow books from here.
Lanyi: I've never gotten that far into the theory. Been on the practical end.
Linn: Although I admit that I still have some trouble figuring out some of the applications.
Veraik zlins the various nagers then goes to the clerk to ask if there is work.
Lanyi: Applications? Have they come up with any yet?
Alea pointedly ignores Veraik and sips her tea, refusing to be snubbed again.
Briel sets her tea down.
Linn: Well, there was that weird equation Snake showed me the other day....
Linn grabs a pencil and a piece of scrap paper from her purse and writes down the equation for the two-headed renSime's transfer--her corrected version, not Snake's original.
Veraik zlins Linn and Briel as he listens then realizes what he is doing and decides to go to the Sime lobby to work there.
Briel: Veraik.
Briel signals him.
Briel: Have you met our newest Channel?
Briel: Lanyi Tigue, ambrov Dar?
Lanyi zlins the strange channel at desk.
Veraik stops. "No. I haven't."
Linn looks up from the paper at the mention of Veraik's name.
Lanyi: Dar offers respects to Liore.
Briel: This is our ... Controller, Lanyi.
Veraik smiles. "Veraik ambrov Liorie. The House of Liorie extends their respects to the House of Dar."
Alea sets mode: +o Tarsh
Rhelana bounces down the hall towards the purser's office.
Lanyi: I'm glad to finally meet you Hajene.
Rhelana: She sees the most delicious looking man and smiles at him.
Veraik: And I you, Lanyi.
Briel thinks Linn is doing unbelievably wonderful with all the Simes in the room and no reaction to them, like the last time they were all gathered here.
Tarsh smiles back.
Tarsh: "Rhelana, isn't it?"
Rhelana heart goes pitter pat. "Yes, it is. How are you?
Tarsh: I'm doing pretty well. How do you like our center so far?
Alea moves over to Briel to support her, realizing her Donor isn't here and she's past turnover.
Lanyi: Things have been in a bit of flux lately...
Rhelana: I really LIKE it. The people are so nice and friendly and some of the gu....... I mean. YES I love it.
Briel nods her thanks to Alea.
Veraik: Yes. I know. I was....[looks away but enclosing nager] away form a while.
Tarsh smiles gently. "I'm glad to hear that. Hopefully we'll be done with all this construction soon."
Miz Scream comes screaming into the Sime Center.
Rhelana: It's so fresh and wonderful.
Miz Scream: YOu asshole! I hate you!
Linn starts, flaring fear at the sound.
Briel gasps stiffening, zlinning.
Tarsh: The people here do seem ... passionate about their work...
Mr Scream: Stay still, woman! [lifts shotgun to shoulder]
Tarsh: [ thinks: As well as other things ]
Miz Scream: Do this! Do that! All you ever do is tell me what to do!!!!
Mr Scream: [pulls trigger.... BLAMMMMMOO!!!!!!]
Alea ducks behind Briel increasing support.
Briel grabs at Linn.
Briel: Get Down!
Linn drops off the couch to take partial shelter under the tea table.
Mr Scream: [a file cabinet explodes into a haze of paper fragments]
Lanyi augments to grab the gun.
Rhelana: Could you show me around a bit? I...I get lost sometimes.
Miz Scream: You jerk! You can't even do THAT right!
Miz Scream grabs the in basket off the front desk and hurls it at Mr. Scream's head.
Tarsh: Sure. What were you looking for?
Briel runs toward Miz Scream to stop her.
Mr Scream lets Lanyi have the shotgun and, ignoring her, pulls out his pistol.
Linn yelps at the sight of the augmenting Simes.
Briel grabs Miz Scream.
Alea goes to Linn.
Miz Scream: Oh, you... [grabs stapler, pencil sharpener, and paperweight and hurls them in rapid succession]
Veraik just looks at the couple and stands still without moving, watching the by-play.
Lanyi grabs up the shot gun as a short staff and strikes for his gun hand.
Briel: Please.... stop.
Briel: Why don't we ... talk...
Mr Scream manages to squeeze the trigger just as his hand is struck by the butt of the shotgun... [BANG]
Mr Scream: [aim wildly off]
Rhelana: I'm supposed to get some forms for the office but I haven't a clue where to go.
Briel jumps.
Briel: Shen.
Briel whirls.
Briel: Get that gun...
Tarsh jerks at the sound of shots. "What the Shen?"
Linn yelps again as the other barrel of the shotgun goes off, spattering the tea table with buckshot.
Mrs Scream shrieks and claws at Briel.
Briel sees what Lanyi is doing and turns back to Miz Scream.
Miz Scream: You get your hands off me! This is a private quarrel!
Tarsh shoves Rhelana into his office. "Stay There!"
Briel grabs Miz Screams arms.
Mr Scream drops the gun and tries to get at his wife with his bare hands.
Briel: Not in here, it's not.
Linn tries hard to get herself under control, remembering what happened the last time she panicked in this lobby.
Lanyi tries to trip MrScream.
Veraik augments to Mr. Scream and pulls him away.
Tarsh is now known as Tamlen.
Alea moves over to support Briel.
Mr Scream: Hey! Whaddaya think you're...
Tamlen wakes up with a start at the sound of Gunfire.
Alea stays back out of the woman's reach.
Miz Scream: ~~~ OUTRAGE ~~~
Veraik: Calm down.
Miz Scream tries to kick Alea since she can't reach Briel.
Mr Scream: ~~enraged~~
Alea jumps back, refusing to allow pain from her to enter this ambient.
Mr Scream: You interfering peckersnatcher!
Briel reaches out with her field, working to calm the woman.
Linn decides the shooting is over, and crawls out from under the tea table.
Lanyi looks for the pistol on the floor.
Veraik: Call me what you like but you are the one who has broken the peace in this Center.
Alea finds the gun and grabs it.
Alea: Here it is!
Alea holds it up.
Miz Scream hisses at Briel.
Linn sees Alea waving the pistol and ducks back under the table.
Briel face taut stares back.
Miz Scream shouts at her husband "Look what you did! This is all your fault! You should have just let it drop!"
Veraik tightens his hold on the mister to verify that he will be go for the gun again.
Briel: Look, let's just calm down, talk about this.
Lanyi zlins that Alea has the pistol and is relieved. Checks to see if the shotgun is still loaded, and unloads it if it is.
Alea sees no one wants the pistol, so slips it into the top of her skirt.
Mr Scream: Let it drop?? You're the one who never lets anything drop! Nag nag nag! All the time with your nagging!
Veraik: Now why don't you tell us what all of this is about?
Miz Scream: Oh yeah... big man... come over here and say that you coward!
Mr Scream starts struggling to get at her again.
Tamlen bursts out of his door with a rifle and underwear. Scans Hall.
Mr Scream: I'll shut that mouth of yours once and for all.. gimme that gun.
Linn peeks out again, sees that Alea is no longer waving the pistol, and crawls out again.
Alea moves up to support Briel.
Briel: Will you just ... calm ... down!
Miz Scream rolls her eyes "Listen to you. It's all hot air. Just like fixing the roof... you talk about THAT all the time too. And what do I get? Pots and pans full of rain water all over the house..."
Briel looks at Lanyi.
Lanyi moves to help Veraik hold MrSream.
Briel: Grab him. We'll put them in different rooms.
Linn sits up, and cautiously moves to the couch.
Alea moves up by Briel preparing to live with her and MizScreem.
Mr Scream: If you didn't keep spending money like there was no tomorrow, there might BE some left to fix the shenned roof...
Linn starts to shake as she sees the blasted remains of the teapot scattered over the scarred table.
Miz Scream: You and your money.. if you ever brought any home we wouldn't be short of it!
Briel turns MizScream toward Lanyi's office intending to stick her in there.
Lanyi grabs MrScream. "Just come along and calm down."
Miz Scream: Hey! Don't push me! ~irate~
Briel thinks anywhere except where the other one is.
Briel shudders.
Mr Scream: Ouch! What are you, some kind of Amazon?
Mr Scream: ~contempt~
Briel forces MizScream toward the office.
Tamlen charges down the stairs and ducks behind clerk's desk, rifle pointed at the ceiling.
Lanyi: Yup.
Briel: Linn are you okay?
Linn yelps and dives under the remains of the table once more.
Lanyi: That's me, Lanyi ambrov Amazon.
Mr Scream: [calling out sarcastically] Oh, hey, look, Honey, your soul-sister is here."
Briel zlins Tamlen.
Briel: Tamlen!
Lanyi grabs an arm to pull it up behind his back.
Miz Scream: [shrieking down hallway] "You shut up, you deadweight! I should have listened to my mom!"
Briel ~~shock at the gun he has~~
Briel seriously considers just knocking the woman out.
Tamlen sneaks a look around the edge of the desk, near the ground.
Alea moves closer to Briel.
Mr Scream: Oww! [like she's killing him]
Linn sees Tamlen looking for a target, and slithers backwards to get further under the table.
Tamlen: [ Seeing the shotgun pointed up, looks long enough to recognize Lanyi.
Miz Scream: Quit your whining! [yelling out of Briel's office]
Briel moves to Lanyi's office, trying to ignore everyone behind her and shoves open the door.
Lanyi: Yeah, yeah. Move it. [ pushes towards treatment room 1 ]
Miz Scream: ===yelling down the hallway===
Briel:==Lanyi's office is in the lobby==
Briel shoves Miz scream in, grabbing at Alea and pulling her in with her, wanting her Donor, who is currently slithering around on the floor with her...but not wanting the gun he's holding in here.
Briel GUN?
Mr Scream: Oh, and who's usually doing all the whining in this family? Huh? Huh? [jumping up and down to yell over his shoulder as Lanyi pushes him along]
Mr Scream: Shenned woman [mutters]
Briel looks at Alea grabs the gun, and shoves it in her own waistband.
Tamlen realizes the situation has stabilized, and sets his safety.
Briel [pale]
Linn hears the snick of the safety, and the decreased volume from the screams, and crawls out from under the table once more.
Miz Scream: Well if it isn't the Wicked Witches of the East and West. [grunting as Briel pushes her]
Briel: Now, why don't you tell me what the shenned is going on and why you ran into a Sime Center, in front of dozens of Simes screaming like that as if you were trying to commit suicide?
Briel shoves her across the room and moves back into Alea.
Tamlen carefully looks up over the desk.
Miz Scream: I don't have to tell you lorshes anything.
Linn's frightened eyes meet Tamlen's.
Briel thinks and I don't have to let you live...
Linn: Are you quite finished with all this shooting?
Lanyi pushes MrScream into the room, and kicks the door closed.
Briel glares at MizScream.
Alea ~~soothing~~
Tamlen: _I_ wasn't shooting.
Briel: Why don't you try telling us since you've already involved us.
Linn cautiously sits on the couch.
Lanyi: Now. Why are you shooting up my Sime Center?
Briel crosses to Lanyi's desk, tosses the gun on the desk and then turns to face MizScream.
Alea follows.
Mr Scream looks Lanyi up and down.
Mr Scream: Who are you, and since when are you in charge?
Linn feels a trickle of melting snow down her leg, and reaches a shaking hand down to wipe it off.
Miz Scream: Isn't it perfectly obvious to the most untutored idiot that my husband and I are having a fight?
Lanyi: Lanyi Tigue ambrov Dar. Since you missed.
Briel: Yes, but why in my center?
Miz Scream: Because that was next on my list.
Miz Scream: First we had a fight in the grocer's, and then at the bank, and then at the mail stop, and then here.
Miz Scream very sarcastic.
Briel zlins MizScream.
Mr Scream: Lanyi Teeg Ambrov Duhr? What the hell kinda name is that?
Lanyi: Mine. And your are?
Tamlen: Are you hurt Miz?
Mr Scream: ~~~ various bumps and bruises... still really angry although not as enraged as before~~~
Linn looks down at her hand, and discovers that it is streaked with red.
Linn: Apparently I am.
Miz Scream: ~~~ several welts and bruises, etc... and burning mad~~~
Linn's leg starts to throb.
Tamlen slings his rifle and comes over to Linn.
Mr Scream: What do you care? YOu have it all in records anyway.
Briel: Look, MizScream, you may not realize this, but running around furious like you are isn't good for any Sime in the area. Why don't you just calm down.
Lanyi: And I can't look then up without your name. Duh.
Miz Scream: Why don't I just calm down? Why don't I just calm down?? [voice rising hysterically]
Briel moves back closer to Alea.
Briel: Yes. Calm. Down.
Miz Scream: I have a husband who doesn't make a dime to live on, eight ungrateful kids gobbling up every dime I manage to keep in hand and a house full of holes and you're asking me to calm down!!!!
Miz Scream: It's the middle of the winter, lady, what the hell am I going to do with a house you can't keep heat in?
Briel forces a smile.
Briel: Go out and get a job. Donate?
Miz Scream: Get a job who's going to take care of the kids.
Miz Scream: ??
Briel: Then donate. It'll bring in some money.
Tamlen: Let me see that hand Miz. Please?
Mr Scream: See.. I knew you knew it.
Mr Scream is now known as MrDuhh.
Miz Scream is now known as MizDuhh.
Linn holds out her hand.
Lanyi: Knew what?
Lanyi looks puzzled.
Miz Duhh: Don't you think I do that already!! Bloody shen, give me SOME credit for intelligence.
Mr Duhh: [patiently as if to an idiot] My name. DUHH.
Briel thinks any credit would be too much.
Briel rubs a shaky hand down her face.
Briel: I'm not sure what to tell you, then, except that running into a Center screaming your head off is not the way to ask for help.
Miz Duhh looks at Briel as if she's speaking Swahili.
You are now known as Jorgre.
Miz Duhh: Who said I want your help? I was just coming in to Donate.
Jorgre comes in from running some errands and stops dead, zlinning the lobby.
Miz Duhh: Testosterone of the Stars, there, Duhj Junior, was the one who thought it would be fun to spread our dirty laundry from here to Gen territory.
Briel: Fine.
Briel: YOu want to donate.
Briel: I'll take your donation.
Briel motions to a chair.
Miz Duhh sits.
Briel: Well then, let me do this and you can leave and take your dirty laundry somewhere else.
Jorgre looks from Linn to Tamlen.
Miz Duhh sticks out her arms impatiently.
Briel sits down, motioning for Alea to support her and moves forward.
Briel wonders why this always happens after her turnover day, these crazies..then decides it doesn't..it always happens.
Briel takes her arms.
Briel pulls her forward.
Briel: Make lip contact.
Briel waits.
Miz Duhh rolls her eyes up and sticks her face in Briel.
Miz Duhh:'s.
Miz Duhh waits tapping her foot.
Briel draws a bit faster than she normally would, impatient to get it over with.
Briel quickly finishes the draw and releases MizDuhh.
Briel: There.
Miz Duhh is now low-field.
Briel gets up and crosses the room to the desk and digs through Lanyi's desk, looking for a pad of vouches.
Briel finds them, fills out one, and hands it to MizDuhh.
Briel: Now, go cash this. ANd then leave.
Miz Duhh stands up and gets her purse and coat.
Miz Duhh: I will. [crossly] I've done this before, you know.
Jorgre moves over to Tamlen.
Miz Duhh leaves the office.
Jorgre: Are you okay?
Jorgre: [to Linn]
Briel moves back into Alea, waiting until her heartrate settles down before moving.
Linn looks at the strange Sime, trying to see if he is under control.
Jorgre smiles gently and carefully zlins Linn.
Linn tenses a bit.
Jorgre zlins some scrapes on her leg that are bleeding.
Jorgre projects need.
Jorgre: Why don't you sit down and tell me what happened.
Jorgre eases down onto the couch first to reassure Linn he isn't going to pounce on her.
Jorgre motions to the couch wisesnake sees B'cal looming impatiently over her.
Jorgre zlins that the bleeding has almost stopped.
Jorgre accepts the towel Tamlen hands him.
Wise Snake: Is it that time already?
B'cal: Yes it is.
Linn feels the sudden hunger from Jorgre.
B'cal is holding her cloak, waiting.
Wise Snake: Ah.
Jorgre reaches out slowly and takes Linn's hand.
Jorgre: Let me just clean this blood off.
Wise Snake gets up.
Jorgre wipes at Linn's hand, removing the blood before dabbing gently at her leg.
Jorgre zlins it healing fine.
Linn hisses at the pain.
Jorgre frowns.
Jorgre: I am so sorry, Miz uh...?
Jorgre glances up.
Jorgre: I'm Jorgre. I work here by the way.
Linn: Linn Haskins.
B'cal slips her cloak on and then hands Snake her own cloak.
Wise Snake goes to the closet and gets her cloak.
Wise Snake: Oh. Thanks.
Wise Snake takes it from B'cal and puts it on.
Jorgre: Linn. What a nice name. I'm sorry we meet under these circumstances.
Jorgre smiles.
Wise Snake hopes she isn't going to have to get her eyes checked.
Jorgre: You're going to be fine, by the way. Just a few scrapes and bruises.
Wise Snake: Okay, let's go.
Wise Snake goes to the front door.
Nick puts on his new coat, and prepares to accompany them so that Snake won't have to come all the way back before they start working.
B'cal strides out the door.
Linn: I'd gathered that, yes.
Jorgre chuckles.
Wise Snake glances at Nick, and dares hope Nick and B'cal can behave themselves this morning.
Linn wonders why channels always seem to believe that Gen's don't know the extent of their own injuries.
Jorgre: I see you're calming down a bit too. Good.
Jorgre: Looks like there was quite a bit of excitement here.
Wise Snake locks the door after them, then accompanies Nick and B'cal down the street toward the Sime Center.
B'cal: Wonder Gen decides to walk with us today?
B'cal: Wonder why he wants to go to the center?
Linn: Yes. Some nut came in with a shotgun, trying to murder his wife.
B'cal doesn't glance at anyone but keeps walking.
Jorgre ~~surprised~~
Linn points at the scarred table, and the shotgun pellets in the rug.
Jorgre: Judging from the damage everywhere and Tamlen holding his rifle, I wondered.
Nick ignores B'cal.
Jorgre zlins the area on Linn again, opens the med kit clerk retrieved from the desk and pulls out some antiseptic.
Jorgre: Let me just dab a bit of this on the places where you were scraped up.
Wise Snake abandons her cherished hope of peace and instead hopes she gets to the Sime Center in one piece.
Nick: I'm pleasantly surprised at the job the Eastcove Hospital staff did in setting up our room. [to Snake]
B'cal trudges up the Sime Center steps.
Jorgre dabs at the spots on Linn's legs.
Wise Snake blinks, amazed that they have gotten there so quickly.
Linn hisses at the sudden Stinging.
B'cal throws open the door.
B'cal: What the shenned!
Jorgre: I'm sorry, I--
Jorgre glances up and sees B'cal.
Wise Snake: Well, I -- [stops at B'cal's exclamation]
Jorgre thinks it would have to be her.
Wise Snake exchanges looks with Nick.
B'cal: Well, this just might be an improvement to the lobby.
B'cal after making that pronouncement, ignores the rifle and everything else and heads up the stairs.
Nick surveys the mess in the lobby, and gives Snake a "what do you expect?" look.
Wise Snake hasn't even decided whether she should go in or not; hesitates on threshold.
B'cal is now known as gone.
Linn feels the draft and looks up.
Linn: Snake! Nick!
Wise Snake sees B'cal already left without even saying good bye, sighs.
Wise Snake thinks, so, it is back to the old way again.. that didn't last long.
Jorgre sits back, medication still in his hand.
Wise Snake enters and closes the door behind her.
Wise Snake: What in shen happened in here?
Linn: Some nut came in with a shotgun and started shooting everything in sight.
Gone is now known as Briel.
Wise Snake zlins Linn's physical and emotional state.
Wise Snake: What were you doing in here?
Linn starts to shake again, and breaths deeply, struggling for control.
Jorgre closes the med kit, seeing that Linn is fine, if still a bit shaken and hands it to clerk.
Linn: I came to return the books I borrowed.
Linn nods towards the stack of books on clerk's desk.
Wise Snake thinks if this sort of thing happened at the public library, they'd never be able to get anybody to return anything.
Jorgre shrugs.
Jorgre: I was gone on errands. Looks like a mess though.
Wise Snake notes the filing cabinet with a shotgun blast through it and frowns.
Linn stands and limps towards Snake and Nick.
Jorgre stands too.
Wise Snake zlins Linn again, more carefully.
Jorgre watches Tamlen head up the stairs with the rifle and wonders where he got the rifle from.
Jorgre sets mode: +o Tarsh
Jorgre sets mode: +o Mostan
Linn: ~~several nasty scrapes, feeling nastier than they are because of the disinfect, but no longer bleeding~~
Wise Snake: Do you want an escort home? [to Linn]
Jorgre: I think none of it was major. Treated what I could.
Jorgre: Tamlen helped.
Briel sighs, then stands and heads out to check on the other duhh.
Briel goes out the door, Alea in tow, and stops at the sight of Snake.
Briel: Snake.
Briel nods.
Wise Snake: Briel.
Briel: I see you walked into the tail end of a mess.
Briel: Again.
Wise Snake steps slightly back toward Nick.
Jorgre doesn't like so many firsts around and turns and quietly leaves.
Wise Snake: Yes. It is not difficult to do around here.
Briel chuckles, rubbing at her neck.
Briel: No, no it's not.
Wise Snake: I trust everything was handled competently?
Briel: I'm checking into it right now. Let's just say it's not quite over yet.
You are now known as Alea.
Wise Snake's eyes go to the torn filing cabinet, then travel over to the blasted tea table.
Briel: Oh, well, that part is over...
Briel pauses, goes back into the office and comes back out with gun tucked into her waistband.
Briel: And all the guns are accounted for.
Wise Snake zlins the gun and stares at Briel.
Nick raises an eyebrow at the sight of the gun.
Briel shrugs.
Briel: Alea grabbed it when Mr. Duhh dropped it.
Alea moves closer to Briel, focusing her attention on her.
Wise Snake has never been fond of weapons that allow a person to kill from outside of normal conversational and/or nageric range.
Linn: I wouldn't carry it like that until you put the safety on.
Briel: I'm not that stupid, Linn. The safety is on.
Briel pulls it out so she can see it.
Linn wordlessly points to the safety, which is no longer secured.
Briel slips it back.
Briel: Are you okay.
Briel zlinning Linn in concern.
Briel: Got a bit of the fallout?
Linn: Some nasty scrapes, and my pants were shredded beyond repair.
Linn: It could have been much worse.
Briel nods grimly.
Briel: Much worse.
Briel: I am sorry you were injured.
Briel glances toward the hall.
Mostan is now known as Lanyi.
Briel wonders how Mr. Duhh is doing and if Lanyi has gotten him under control yet.
Mr Duhh is feeling much calmer now.
Briel: If you'll excuse me, I should really go check and see if everything is okay.
Briel sets mode: +o MrDuhh wisesnake nods.
Briel turns and heads down the hall.
Wise Snake: That's our cue, guys. [to Nick and Linn]
Wise Snake turns and leaves the Sime Center.
Briel pauses outside the door, jerks the gun out, empties it of the ammo, and drops the ammo in one of Alea's pockets.
Briel: Keep that.
Alea nods.
Nick and Linn follow, the latter limping as she tries to keep up.
Briel slips the gun back and then signals at the door where Lanyi is.
Briel: You can go back to work, Alea. I won't require your help.
Alea: Would you like me to send for anyone ...
Briel shakes her head.
Alea nods again.
Alea: As you say.
Alea turns and goes slowly back down the hall, the bullets heavy in her pocket.
Briel signals at the door.
Briel: Lanyi?
Lanyi opens the door.
Lanyi: Mr. Duhh has calmed down a bit.
Mr Duhh is sitting there looking down in the dumps.
Briel: MizDuhh finished her donation and is retrieving her pay.
Lanyi: Ah.
Briel: Miz Duhh seems to be worried that they don't have enough money or jobs with eight kids to feed.
Briel thinks worried is close enough to the truth.
Lanyi zlins Mr. Duhh. "I See."
Lanyi: Well Earning money isn't easy for him, with his medical problems.
Briel looks at Lanyi in interest.
Briel: And what are those?
Briel hesitates on pushing her way in, thinking Lanyi is probably much more qualified to handle this.
Lanyi: Back Problems. I think a Disk problem, But I have examined him closely.
Briel: Perhaps you can give me a report later. I just really wanted to let you know were MizDuhh was and make sure everything was okay.
Briel zlins toward Mr. Duhh curiously.
Briel: Would you mind if I...uh...watched you work.
Lanyi: I'm glad to here that.
Lanyi: Not at all. If I am.
Briel is just a bit intimidated by the Tigue.
Lanyi: Mr. Duhh, did you want me to examine your back? Have you seen a channel for it before?
Briel moves into the room and pushes the door closed behind her.
Alea goes back out to the lobby.
Alea: Well shen.
Mr Duhh: What's the use? I can't afford the surgery.
Alea: Jirelle is certainly going to have her work cut out for her in redecorating.
Alea thinks her own fingers are itching to redecorate.
Alea: Oh no!
Alea gasps
Alea: NOT the FILES!
Alea looks at the hole in the filing cabinet and groans.
Rhelana walks into the lobby.
Rhelana: Is there a problem?
Rhelana: No. I guess there is.\
Briel: What makes you think you have to pay for the surgery?
Briel: You obviously haven't worked with a channel before.
Rhelana: Can I help?
Briel looks at Lanyi
Alea turns and sees Rhelana.
Alea: Oh, hi ... Rhelana, isn't it?
Rhelana: Rhelana zlins Rhelana .
Lanyi restrains her revulsion at the thought of surgery.
Rhelana: Rhelana zlins Alea .
Rhelana: Yes. It is!
Lanyi: Channels don't charge for healing, Mr. Duhh.
Rhelana: WOW!!! Just look at this place!
Alea keeps her field neutral.
Rhelana walks closer to the Donor.
Alea: Well yeah. We have got to get that table and tea set out of here.
Mr Duhh: I had a couple of channels look at it five years ago... they said
they couldn't do anything about it.
Mr Duhh: ~~ vague hope that this was wrong ~~
Briel moves forward by Lanyi careful not to disturb her.
Rhelana: I can take it to the Cafeteria.
Alea: Okay.
Lanyi: No harm in another exam. Something may have changed.
Rhelana: Just ell me what to do and I'll help.
Alea: And perhaps someone can handle this filing cabinet.
Alea: Looks like we're going to have to pull out and check out which charts
have been destroyed. Ah..clerk can do that.
Alea: Get someone to sweep up this mess.
Alea: Blood?
Alea goes closer to the couch.
Alea: Who was injured?
Rhelana: I just saw the most handsome man in the hall. Perhaps he can help
with the cabinet.
Alea looks around the room.
Alea shrugs.
Alea: Whatever.
Briel: Come on Mr. Duhh, why not let Lanyi examine you.
Briel: She's a very good Channel. One of our best.
Briel: If anyone can find anything it'd probably be her.
Rhelana: I'll take the tea and find him....
Alea: Of course.
Mr Duhh sags, thinking whatever happens, it would beat going home again right
away.
Mr Duhh: Okay.
Rhelana: [As she leaves the door] I think his name was Tarsh.
Tarsh comes down the hall nervously. Zlins carefully for any hint of Gn pain
or fear.
Alea thinks the woman is definitely different.
Alea: Oh yes. He'd be good to help.
Rhelana: [bounces] Hi Tarsh.
Alea listens patiently as clerk explains that Linn was hurt but Jorgre and
Tamlen cared for her.
Lanyi: Certainly. Could you lift up your shirt, please?
Tarsh: Alea!
Tarsh: Oh, Hi Rhelana.
Alea looks at the blood on her hand and thinks that's an awful lot of blood
for Linn to have bled.
Alea turns and smiles.
Alea studies Tarsh closely.
Alea: Are you okay?
Rhelana: [goggly eyes]
Rhelana: Hi Tarsh.
Mr Duhh scowls and then pulls up his shirt, revealing a flabby, unremarkable
body.
Briel: Mr. Duhh, can you tell us exactly what type of problems you're having
with your back?
Tarsh: Not entirely. I ... heard the shooting and ran away. Worried about
[ glances at Rhelana ] you know.
Alea nods.
Alea: Good.
Rhelana: [blush] I know.
Alea ~~thinks he did the right thing~~
Mr Duhh has just explained this all to Lanyi a few minutes ago, but figures
he'll explain it a hundred times if that would magically let them heal him.
Lanyi goes around to look at Mr. Duhh's back.
Rhelana: Want to help me with the filing cabinet?
Briel looks around, finds a rag and wipes her hand on it.
Alea: Yes, Rhelana, please.
Tarsh: What happened to it?
Rhelana: [puts the tea set down] It'll just take a minute.
Mr Duhh: About seven years ago, I was thrown in a horse racing accident.
Tarsh turns and stares, slack-jawed.
Tarsh: ~~ dismay ~~
Rhelana has a loving, longing look in her eye.
Alea: And we had just got all of the end of the year reports filed in there.
Mr Duhh: I went over the fence and was unconscious for three hours.
Rhelana curls her pony tail around a tentacle.
Briel: You're lucky to be alive.
Tarsh: [ whispers ] shenshid and shidoni!
Briel watches Lanyi work.
Mr Duhh: A few weeks later at work I got this spasm... threw me on the ground
and paralyzed me with agony...
Briel nods.
Briel: Uh huh...
Mr Duhh: It started happening so often the doctors told me to take it easy...
Alea: Yeah.
Alea: Linn was injured.
Lanyi: I'd like to make a lateral contact examination, If that is all right.\
Rhelana tries to keep her nager under control but with a Farris Donor and
a gorgeous man in plain sight, it is impossible.,
Mr Duhh: Said I was making it worse.
Mr Duhh waves a hand in Lanyi's direction.
Mr Duhh: Sure... do what you have to.
Briel: I imagine that is possible.
Tarsh looks haunted at Alea. "Linn? Tuib Haskins? She was here? And *hurt*?"
Alea looks curiously at Rhelana then back at Tarsh.
Alea ~~reassurance~~
Alea: She's fine. It was only minor.
Alea: The clerk here tells me she got hit by flying derbies.
Lanyi extends her laterals and aligns them along Duhh's spine.
Rhelana waits and almost fidgets with anticipation.
Tarsh: I certainly did the right thing then.
Briel: Do you do anything special when this pain starts...lifting?
Alea: Yes, you did.
Alea: Especially since you're after turnover.
Alea: Lanyi, Veraik and Briel handled it fine.
Rhelana wonders what it will be like in about two weeks.
Alea grins and pats her pocket.
Rhelana gasps. ~~~turnover~~~
Mr Duhh: It's almost random. Usually when I'm standing though.
Alea: I even grabbed the gun that was dropped
Lanyi zlins deeply the spine and muscles around it.
Mr Duhh: And if it's happened once it's more likely to happen again sooner.
Alea: And it is now unloaded.
Briel: I see.
Mr Duhh: One time I went into convulsions... that's when my boss and friends
told me to quit.
Briel zlins.
Briel: I can see where convulsions might worry your friends and you.
Mr Duhh: My wife... she is okay about it most of the time, but... with the
kids and all... sometimes it's hard to make ends meet. And I can't be as
much of a help around the house and all.
Alea: I am so glad you wen the other way, Tarsh.
Alea: I'm glad you're no longer in the lobby on a regular basis too.
Alea glances at the filing cabinet.
Alea shudders.
Tarsh: Considering what happens here, I agree with you.
Alea chuckles.
Alea: We do seem to have more bad luck.
Lanyi removes her laterals.
Rhelana blanches, looks at the others in the lobby, then flees in embarrassment,
taking the tea set with her.
Alea: This Center thrives on it...Rhelana?
Alea: I thought you were going to help ...
Briel: Well?
Rhelana: I...I was but.....
Briel smiles.
Briel: So Lanyi, what's the diagnosis?
Rhelana puts the tea server down once again.
Alea looks oddly.
Rhelana: What's first?
Lanyi: A badly crushed disk.
Briel nods.
Briel: Treatable?
Alea: If you would help empty out the filing cabinet and get someone to sweep
up, Id greatly appreciate it.
Lanyi: I looks like the vertebrae can touch each other, or pinch one of the
peripheral nerves.
Rhelana nods. "I'll do it. " [Looks at Tarsh]
Briel winces.
Briel: Not good.
Briel thinks she certainly couldn't heal that.
Tarsh: MY files.... [ sighs ] "why do I bother Alea?"
Rhelana goes to a nearby closet and gets a box to place the files into.
Alea smiles gently.
Alea: Because it's your job.
Lanyi: I'm sorry, Mr. Duhh, But I don't zlin much that we can do for you..
The disk would have healed long ago if it was going to.
Tarsh: Yeah. Guess I've got job security then.
Rhelana: She opens the bottom drawer and pulls the bullet ridden files out
one by one.
Briel watches as Mr. Duhh leaves.
Tarsh: Oh, Thank you Rhelana.
Briel looks at Lanyi and sighs.
Briel: I hate it when we can't help them.
Alea: Yeah.
Alea chuckles.
Alea: Job security.
Lanyi: Yeah. It goes against all the training, to not be able to help...
Alea shakes her head.
Alea: Some security.
Briel: Want some tea?
Tarsh: Yeah.
Briel: I could certainly use a cup.
Lanyi: I suppose.
Rhelana smiles at Tarsh, hoping that she can convince him to join her for
post after her next transfer.
Alea: Well then, Tarsh, if you'll excuse me, I should go find Zethraim
Briel opens the door and heads down the hall to the cafeteria.
Tarsh is distracted by his beloved files and trying not to thinks about Alea's
nager and doesn't notice.
Tarsh: Um? Ok. Good Idea.
Alea nods.
Alea: See you later...
Alea goes to find Zethraim.
Alea thinks only a couple of more days before she won't be seeing him for
a week and sighs.
Tarsh squats down to help Rhelana move files into boxes.
Rhelana smiles.