Sime/Gen Roleplaying: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #213: A Beautiful Day for Yard Work (4/11/98)
D'cor is sitting in his office, trying to concentrate on some paperwork.
Briel comes to the door and signals.
D'cor: [and wishing that he could just take the day off, that however would mean admitting a weakness]
Briel waits for D'cor to answer.
D'cor looks up. "Enter."
Briel enters.
Briel: Good morning, D'cor.
Briel zlins D'cor.
D'cor: ~~almost Tecton perfect field, just a little bit ragged around the edges~~
D'cor: Yes Controller can I help you?
Briel: You're looking somewhat better today.
Briel nods.
Briel: good morning.
Briel: I wanted to zlin your condition.
D'cor: The treatment from Alea helped a great deal.
D'cor drops his showfield.
Briel: I'm glad to hear that.
Briel: I'm still debating allowing you to work.
Briel zlins D'cor closer and shakes her head.
D'cor: ~~systems are under control but just. He seems to be holding on by sheer stubbornness more so than anything else~~
Briel: Since you want to work, however, we'll allow you to, on minimal until you are feeling better.
D'cor: Thank you controller ~~raises show field again~~.
Briel moves over and sits down in a chair, loose limbed and looking relaxed though her showfield is in perfect place.
Briel: I have something else we need to discuss while I'm here, D'cor.
D'cor: Yes, what's that? ~~curious~~
Briel: It seems there are some problems between you and your Donor.
Briel: I'm hearing rumors that you are refusing to work with her and teach her.
D'cor: Her field is rather undisciplined Controller.... [trails off]
Briel: You think she has an erratic field?
Briel looks not the least bit surprised.
D'cor: She is not the easiest to work person to work with. [Thinks to himself that she is nothing like the Household trained Gens.]
Briel crosses a foot over her knee and studies D'cor.
D'cor: She is getting better I'll admit, but it is hard work Controller.
Briel: Have you ever been out-Territory, D'cor?
D'cor: No controller, this is my first assignment outside of the House.
Briel smiles, knowing that, having read his report, but just wanted him to say it.
Briel: Well, D'cor, I was raised out-Territory.
D'cor: ~~slight disapproval~~
Briel: You think you have it hard, having to train the child and teach her... you have no idea what it's like for her, to come in-Territory.
Briel: She has had to give up any family or friends she's had, property, her language, her eating habits, her entire way of life.
D'cor: [Sees he's not going to get anywhere] Yes Controller.
Briel zlins D'cor's disapproval and makes a note to herself to remember this and have someone work with him in this area.
Briel: It might behoove you to learn there are other ways other than V'lar's.
Briel: To be a good channel, you have to be willing to adapt, to change with the situation.
D'cor: Of course, Controller.
Briel: Of course, if V'lar isn't up to the job of training a Donor, then, well... I'm sure I can find someone else.
Briel: I thought, though, V'lar honor and all, that they wouldn't want it besmirched....
D'cor: V'lar is up to the job, Controller. ~~slightly angry, though well hidden~~
Briel lifts an eyebrow.
Briel: Then why aren't you doing your job and teaching this child how to survive in this world and become a shendoni good Donor that this Center, and even V'lar would be proud of?
Briel drops her foot and leans forward.
D'cor: If you wish me to train her, then train her I shall. [~~anger~~ becoming visible in field though not in his voice]
Briel: Your life will depend on this young woman this month. If I were you, I'd do my best to make her happy and teach her what she needs to know before your transfer.
Briel zlins his anger easily but ignores it.
Briel stands.
D'cor: That I shall Controller, that I shall.
Briel turns and leaves the office.
Briel goes down to the infirmary to start her work for the day.
D'cor thumps his desk in anger, and then looks around and starts picking up pieces of broken trin cup.
Jon Drake heads downstairs from his room to check the day's schedule.
Eliza runs back down to the office where she left D'cor, her hair wet from the shower.
D'cor dumps the pieces of his cup in the bin and starts on the paperwork again.
Eliza opens the door and slips in.
D'cor: Feeling better now?
Eliza sees D'cor's face and hesitates.
Eliza: I'm sorry, was I away too long?
Briel pauses and goes back to the lobby, to make sure it was Eliza who is scheduled with D'cor and to find out just where she was if it is.
D'cor: That's okay, now have you being shown how to do the paperwork that goes with this job?
Briel goes into the lobby and zlins Jon Drake.
Eliza: Of course.
Briel smiles and migrates over toward the rich high selyn field.
Briel: Hello, Jon.
D'cor is working on the theory that if Eliza can be kept busy with paperwork it will help to keep her field under control for however long the paperwork takes.
D'cor: Well, you take this lot [Grabs about 10 folders and passes them over] and do them while I keep on going with the rest.
Eliza: Okay.
Eliza starts writing neatly and methodically.
D'cor zlins Eliza, to see how she is reacting. Shielding himself as best as he can just in case her field slips out of control.
Jon Drake: Good morning Briel.
Eliza bites the end of the pen.
D'cor starts to relax a bit.
Briel is surprised by how formal Jon Drake is.
Briel nods.
Briel: Getting ready for work today, or do you have time for a walk in the garden?
Eliza finishes the top one and puts it aside, glancing up to see how D'cor is coping.
Jon Drake: I have a bit of time. I'd be happy to go for a walk, Briel.
D'cor is sitting there looking relaxed and happy.
Eliza picks up the next paper.
D'cor: Thank you Eliza, you're doing a very good job.
Eliza likes paperwork, writing neatly and making it look all even.
Eliza: Uh huh.
Eliza: Oh! Thanks.
D'cor picks up the next folder and opens it up.
Briel walks down to her office to wait on JD to get his cloak.
Jon Drake gets his new cloak and accompanies Briel.
Briel: Oh, Jon, I thought you'd take longer.
Briel smiles at Jon and reaches over, laying a tentacle on his arm.
Briel ~~ nervous ~~
Eliza finishes the second and puts it aside.
Briel: It has been a long week.
Briel: I've missed your presence, Jon.
Briel goes out the back door and walks across the lawn, toward the garden path.
Katryn comes down the hall.
Katryn ~~ need ~~
Katryn is nervous and can't find her Donor.
Katryn decides the best thing for her to do is go into a deferment like Briel suggested.
Briel starts down a path that winds through the gardens, not noting the buds, or the grass that is peeking out, or any work the gardeners have been doing, only resting on Jon's field.
Eliza picks up a third, opens it, and gets the staple embedded in her thumb.
Eliza: ~~ouch!~~
D'cor jumps slightly at the pain in Eliza's field.
Eliza sticks her thumb in her mouth and looks at D'cor in fear.
Katryn ~~ need ~~
D'cor: Would you like me to heal that for you? [Doesn't otherwise react]
Eliza: It's only a prick.
Eliza: Sorry to disturb you. [quietly]
D'cor: That's okay.
Eliza holds her pen so it doesn't press on the sore spot.
D'cor starts to relax again.
Katryn slips into the deferment suite and waits.
Jon Drake: I know that I've been very busy the last few weeks, what with the trips to the capital for extra training and all.
Jon Drake: I'm sorry.
Briel smiles at Jon.
Briel: I understand.
Briel: Oh!
Briel: Lanyi wanted to talk to you, something about your field.
Briel shakes her head.
Briel: I'm not sure what she wanted.
Briel moves closer to Jon.
Briel: Let's go over here and sit down.
Briel moves over to a nearby bench and seats herself, waiting for Jon to follow.
Briel: How have you been lately, Jon?
Katryn goes over to the sofa and sits down.
Katryn's tentacles move restlessly.
Mytag asks in the lobby after Katryn.
Jon Drake sits down.
Katryn gets up and goes over to look out the window at a worker working?
Mytag signals at the door of the deferment suite and opens the door.
Mytag: ~~support~~
Mytag: Here I am, Kat.
Katryn turns.
Katryn ~~ relief ~~
Jon Drake: I've been doing quite well, actually. These trips are keeping me so busy learning things that I don't have any time to become bored or complacent.
Jon Drake: Lanyi wanted to talk to me? Hmm....
Mytag moves over next to her and takes her hands in his.
Mytag: How you doing?
Briel: Yes, she did.
Briel studies Jon.
Briel: Are you happy here, Jon?
Katryn: I'm fine.
Katryn ~~ now that you're here ~~
Katryn glances back at the worker.
Katryn: I guess it must be nice out today, the way they're cleaning up outside.
Katryn zlins the Gen on the ladder outside the window.
Worker looks around to see if there are any Simes in the area then gets out his saw to saw off dead branches in the tree.
Katryn 's eyes widen as she sees the worker pick up a saw.
Katryn: Mytag.....
Katryn stands and moves over toward the window in concern.
Katryn: I didn't think Gens were suppose to use things like that.
Worker uses his huge Gen muscle to make long, even strokes.
Mytag: Kat, please come over and sit down
Mytag tries to lead her to the couch.
Katryn: My, look at that flat stomach on him... he's all muscle.
Katryn glances around at Mytag.
Katryn: I'm sorry....
Katryn goes hyper, zlinning.
Katryn ~~ need ~~
Katryn moves with the selyn field back to the sofa, floating downward until her legs meet resistance.
Worker: The saw hits a knot in the tree branch, pops out then slices deeply into his arm right where a lateral would be if he were Sime.
Mytag: ~~here for you~~
Worker: Ahhhhhh!!!!!!
Katryn ~~ stiffens ~~
Worker's nager shrieks.
Katryn's head whips around and she jumps up off the couch toward the window.
Mytag: Kat!
Mytag jumps up too.
Katryn zlins the selyn field, the bright rich fear and pain... and the selyn slowly leaking away.
Worker's arm is streaming in blood and selyn.
Katryn crawls up onto the counter and pulls open the window, shoving it open.
Katryn: He needs... help....
Mytag: Kat, let's get someone else to help - you are in no condition!
Worker clings to the ladder in agony.
Mytag attempts to pull her back.
Katryn shakes her head, trying to clear it as Mytag's field beckons....
Mytag: Stay there!
Katryn: I....
Katryn: He needs....
Mytag: Let me go get him help!
Katryn goes back hyper, zlinning him, wondering at the odd feeling that consumes her.
Mytag runs to the door and slams it open, sticks his head out and yells at whoever is in the corridor.
Mytag: "Get help NOW!!!!"
Briel: Shendoni!
Worker is close to passing out and is ready to fall.
Briel jumps up from her garden perch... and augments down the path.
Briel is hyper.
Mytag runs back to Katryn. ~~offering~~
Mytag: ~~desire to give~~
Mytag: ~~strong gen field~~
Worker passes out and faaaaaaallllssssss....
D'cor jumps up at the pain.
Katryn is just starting to step out the window... and zlins another field, stronger now that the other one is gone.
Eliza hears the yelling and jumps up.
Eliza: ~~shock~~
Eliza: What's that!
D'cor: Eliza there's an accident outside somewhere, let's go.
D'cor runs out the door and heads towards the source of the pain.
Briel augments over the bushes and zips toward the field of the injured Gen.
Katryn hesitates.
Jon Drake works to follow Briel as quickly as he can.
Katryn ~~ hard need ~~ mixed with pain.
Mytag: ~~selyn to go~~
Katryn augments, jumping toward the selyn field, grabbing Mytag with desperation as she realizes something isn't quite right.
D'cor makes it to the back door just in time to see Briel jump over the bushes so heads in that general direction.
Mytag: ~~willing to give~~
Briel: Oh sheeeen....
Briel stops shuddering and grabbing her arm as she zlins the wound on the Gen.
Eliza runs beside him, trying to keep up
Katryn wraps her tentacles around his Gens arms.
Katryn's laterals slip out.
Mytag: Katryn, Kat, stay with me.
Mytag brings Katryn duo.
Katryn's mouth slams against Mytag's, sobbing as she does.
Mytag: Kat, listen to me please.
Katryn staggers.
D'cor joins Briel and takes in the situation at a glance.
Katryn ~~ disorientation ~~
Mytag: You have to try to wait.
Briel: Help me here, D'cor.
Mytag: it's too early.
Briel drops down by the injured one's side.
Katryn: No... no... I... I... need....
Katryn ~~ trembling ~~
Katryn ~~ intil raised ~~
D'cor drops down besides Briel and reaches to apply pressure on worker's injured arm to stop the bleeding.
Briel slips out her laterals and lays them over the wound, zlinning.
Briel ~~ need ~~
Mytag establishes trautholo.
D'cor ~~need~~
Katryn's head falls back, gasping, as need is suddenly a distant thing.
Eliza supports D'cor.
Worker wakes up and screams in pain.
D'cor slips into healing mode and zlins worker to see if there are any more injuries.
Katryn: I... what happened?
Jon Drake begins to reach where Briel is.
Eliza trembles a bit as she sees the man lying in the blood.
Briel takes the brunt of the pain right to her laterals and falls back, gasping.
Briel curls up, totally insensible after the blast of pain directly to her laterals.
Briel ~~ convulsion ~~
Mytag: It's okay, someone is hurt, but Briel is with him.
D'cor pulls back slightly as the worker screams but then leans down trying to bring the worker back under control.
Jon Drake moves quickly to Briel and helps to moderate her fields.
Eliza sees Briel fall back.
Eliza: Briel!
Briel grabs wildly at Jon, pulling him into full transfer position and trying to regulate her fields.
Jon Drake holds his field steady, letting his stability infuse her.
D'cor: Eliza, concentrate on me. Briel's Donor can handle her for now, I need your help with this.
Katryn: That... pain... was....
Eliza gasps and turns back to D'cor.
Eliza: ~~support~~
Eliza: [tremble]
Mytag: Come here Kat, sit down.
Worker blinks and realizes that he hurt a channel and tries to crawl away.
Briel stiffens again.
D'cor: No it's okay stay there. [soothing].
Katryn moves with Mytag, willingly going anywhere he is... as long as he doesn't take his field away.
Worker blinks then nods.
Jon Drake holds Briel in a familiar nageric support.
Katryn: I... ahhh.
Eliza looks hard at D'cor's back, ignoring the blood.
D'cor extends his laterals onto workers arms and reaches down for a 5th contact.
Mytag: I know, I'm here.
Briel responds to Jon's support, her systems slowly stabilizing.
Mytag: ~~soothing~~
Mytag: ~~promise~~
Katryn's eyes close and she floats on the shifting selyn field which holds her captive.
Katryn: Need isn't so bad right now.
Katryn: I've never known anyone to do this to me before.
D'cor gains the 5th contact and brings the worker down to unconsciousness and is then able to concentrate more on the healing.
Eliza: ~~support~~
Katryn sighs and continues to rest on Mytag's field.
D'cor deep zlins the worker to see if there are any injuries other than the cut arm.
Briel shivers her fields slowly responding to Jon's.
Worker: [broken leg from fall]
D'cor: Thank you Eliza, you're doing well. [softly, concentrating on the worker]
Katryn drifts.
Mytag: Kat, you all right now? I mean, to wait until it's time?
Katryn blinks slowly, opening her eyes.
Katryn: There is no need... this is... amazing.
Mytag: Okay, I'm going to go shut the window okay? I'm not leaving the room.
Mytag: You shouldn't notice any change from that distance.
D'cor picks up on the injured leg, but is more concerned with getting the bleeding stopped for now.
Eliza feels a light headed pricking in the back of her skull.
D'cor takes a second to glance over towards Briel "Are you up to assisting me Controller?"
Briel continues to grip on Jon, shuddering.
Briel: I... yes.
Briel motions for Jon to help her up.
Briel ~~ pale as the ghost of Bender Cove lower Sime Center ~~
Mytag can't help looking past D'cor at the fallen worker.
Katryn drifts resting.
Termite is on worker's clothes waiting.
Katryn: How much longer, Mytag?
Briel staggers up into a kneeling position.
Briel tries to zlin and it's like zlinning through a blurry window.
Mytag shuts the window, noticing that D'cor and Briel are both down there with Donors.
Termite sees a nice cozy place to crawl into.
D'cor finally succeeds in bringing the bleeding partway under control, and glances again at Briel.
Mytag returns to Katryn.
Mytag: Not long.
Briel projects a sluggish need.
Briel forces herself to concentrate and strengthens her projection of need to stimulate the Gen's body to begin healing.
Termite runs up a long, wet ramp into a hidden spot.
D'cor motions to Jon Drake. "I think that it may be better if you take her off to one side, her systems are going to need a while to recover I'd say." [softly]
Briel: Jon, get us some boards for the leg and a stretcher. We'll get him into the Center.
Briel: No...no. I'm...fine.
Briel shakes her head and hangs onto Jon's arm tightly.
Eliza sees the wounded Gen with tentacles, bleeding and damaged by the cuts.
Termite likes his spot which is D'cor's tentacle sheath.
Eliza blinks.
D'cor: Ok controller, it's your decision.
Eliza sees him as a gen with no tentacles.
Termite buries himself into the warm folds.
D'cor senses that change in Eliza's field, but doesn't worry too much about it, being too busy working on his patient.
Eliza shakes her head.
Mytag takes Katryn's arms again in transfer position.
D'cor twitches and sits back to shake his arms. Trying to get rid of the annoying insect.
Katryn sighs and blinks up at Mytag.
Briel sees D'cor move back and moves in closer to work on the Gen, hands and tentacles trembling.
Termite digs his claws deeper into his cuddly hole.
Briel accepts the stretcher from a Gen and has them lay it down beside the worker.
Briel still hasn't let go of Jon.
Mytag checks the time.
D'cor jumps and withdraws his tentacles back into their sheathes, before extending them again.
Eliza: D'cor? Are you all right?
Katryn: Now...?
Katryn: It's less than two minutes away, Mytag.
D'cor: There's something biting me on the arm. It's nothing serious.
Termite: Wohhhhhhhh What a ride! Can't wait to tell my friends about this one.
Mytag: You can wait, Kat. [smiles at her] Can't you?
Katryn doesn't sound particularly worried as her tentacles wrap casually around Mytag's arms.
Eliza: Where?
Katryn: Yes.
Eliza: Let me look.
termite chews on the soft tissue.
Katryn ~~ slightly giddy at how wonderful this feels ~~
Eliza takes his arm and looks at it carefully, trying to see through the blood.
D'cor offers Eliza the tentacle in question to examine.
Katryn wonders how she can feel this good when she is this low on selyn... and drips hyperconscious again.
Eliza locates a small white insect, hard to grasp because of the blood.
Briel gets the others to help get the worker on the stretcher and sends it on its way.
Briel: Shen, what is... going... on there?
Mytag: Okay Katryn, whenever you are ready.
Termite sees the light and jumps off then crawls into a nice piece of wood.
Mytag: ~~willingness to give~~
Briel grabs Jon's arm and stands, her knees feeling like noodles and her head feeling twice the size of normal.
Eliza: It's gone I think.
D'cor: There was something biting me on one of my tentacles.
Katryn is hyperconscious and doesn't hear his words, but certainly zlins the change from neutral to willing to serve her.
Eliza: Yes, little white thing.
Katryn's need, which was distanced by their trautholo suddenly overwhelms her.
Katryn ~~ dark bleak blackness descending ~~
Katryn surges up reaching for Mytag's lips.
Katryn's laterals slide out, fixing themselves on his arms.
Mytag pulls Katryn forward as if he were the one in need and puts his lips against hers.
Briel leans against Jon Drake.
Mytag lowers all resistance
Briel: Let's go in and see how the patient is.
Mytag: ~~ desire to give ~~
Mytag: ~~ pleasure in giving ~~
Jon Drake nods and helps Briel.
D'cor: I'll just sit out here for a while if I can, I think I need a break after that.
Katryn zlins ~~ pulsating golden selyn field ~~ and draws.
D'cor: ~~barely concealed strain~~
Briel is practically draped over Jon as she wobbly makes her way back toward the Center's back door.
Mytag pushes Katryn faster.
Eliza: Can we, move away, from the blood a bit please?
Katryn feels the rush of life sliding into her body along her nerves and shocked when suddenly Mytag wrenches control and begins pushing the selyn in, forcing her higher and higher.
D'cor: Oh, sure.. How about this tree over here?
Mytag: ~~ joy at giving ~~
Eliza: Please
Katryn rides the waves as Mytag pushes the selyn in at an extremely fast rate.
Katryn ~~ joy ~~ ~~ completion ~~ ~~ satisfaction ~~
Jon Drake provides his full Gen strength to Briel.
Mytag: ~~ desire to give ~~
D'cor gets up and moves over to the tree, stopping at a tap to wash his arms on his way there.
Mytag: ~~ pleasure ~~
Briel: You know... Jon... I think... we'd better... just get me to my office... so... I can lay... down.
Eliza is relieved to be away from the blood.
Katryn ~~ stays up there on the pinnacle before tumbling hypo ~~
D'cor sits there recovering for a minute, "Thank you Eliza, you helped me a great deal."
Katryn collapses against Mytag.
Mytag is a bit stunned when Katryn stops suddenly.
Eliza sits with her back against the tree too.
Katryn's head slides to his shoulder.
D'cor: Though I did notice that your attention wondered a bit towards the end, is it anything that you want to talk about?
Eliza: It was weird - for a while there I thought he was a Sime... then I blinked and he was Gen again.
Katryn still has Mytag's arms in a tight grip.
D'cor sits there in silence thinking.
Mytag: It's okay Kat, you're fine now.
Katryn feels the Gen shoulder, smells the fresh scent of Mytag, feels the slight bristle on his cheek -- and then remembers the person outside and bursts into tears.
D'cor: Well, he is and was Gen, and he's going to be okay now.
Mytag thinks that if she doesn't let go of his arms soon his hands might fall off.
Eliza: Thanks to you.
Katryn slowly releases Mytag and slides her arms around him, weeping.
Katryn: That Gen... d-did y-y-you see wh-what almost ha-ppened...?
Katryn: So th-that is the a-a-attraction to p-p-pain....
Mytag: It's okay. Briel and D'cor got to him in time to help him.
D'cor: And thanks to you as well don't forget. That's about the best part of this. The paperwork I can put up with, the donations of difficult clients I accept as necessary, but healing is what I truly like.
Mytag: I'm sure he will be fine.
Katryn wails again.
Mytag realises that Katryn has just discovered why Simes are attracted to Gen pain.
Mytag: Katryn, you don't have to worry - you are a Channel.
Mytag: You can't hurt a Gen.
Mytag: You are safe.
Katryn: It was... it was... soooo tempting....
Katryn: I have never understood before.
Katryn buries her head back in Mytag's shoulder, trying to regain control.
Mytag: It's good that you understand it now. That is what we have to help renSimes against.
D'cor: [Glances over towards Eliza] Do you want to go inside and start on the files again or do you simply want to keep on sitting out here?
Eliza: Do we have to go inside?
Katryn nods against his chest, the tears still coming as she shudders and cries out all of her feelings and fears that had been bottled up the last two weeks.
Eliza is feeling a bit upset after that.
Mytag finally reclaims his arms and puts them around her.
Katryn's cries slowly taper off and she just rests against Mytag, both exhausted and exhilarated.
Jorgre comes down the hall, whistling, arms full of inventory sheets.
Jorgre is a Second Order channel who has worked at the Center for some months now.
D'cor: Okay then, we stay out here [grins and almost looks like a young boy again]. Is there anything that you wanted to talk about? Me I don't care at the moment.
Katryn finally pushes back from Mytag and leans back against the lounge, looking red eyed and red nosed, but fine.
Katryn looks somberly at Mytag.
Katryn: Thank you, Mytag, for your help, earlier.
Katryn: I have never ever worked with a better Donor in the entire time at First year.
Jon Drake arrives at Briel's office and keeps a concerned watch over her as she rests.
Katryn reaches out and takes Mytag's hand and squeezes it gently.
Katryn thinks there will never be a better Donor, except for the one who gave her her first transfer.
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