Sime/Gen Roleplaying: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #214: Blue. Australian for "Gen" (4/12/98)
Darrel steps cautiously into the lobby, after inspecting it for impending disasters.
Darrel is not reassured by the continued absence of his Donor.
Darrel wonders if the lobby swallowed her some dark night. .
Blue pushes open the door and strides into the lobby.
Blue is a male Gen dressed in hat, flannel shirt, tough wearing long trousers and boots and covered in an even layer of dust.
Blue has a front tooth missing.
Darrel looks at Blue apprehensively.
Darrel: Can I help you, sir?
Blue: Sure can cobber! You a Channel? I'm chockers!
Darrel: Pleased to meet you, Chockers.
Blue: I got the collywobbles. Got to drop this field for I drop a wobbly.
Darrel blinks.
Blue: Couldn't organise a pissup in a brewery if you know what I mean.
Darrel: If you're seeking entertainment, sir, I believe that there is a shiltpron parlor down the street.
Darrel: And they make a decent porstan, I'm told.
Blue looks at Darrel.
Blue: What's up? Cat got ya tongue?
Darrel looks back.
Darrel: Er, no, the cat's now living over at the Ferry Building, I understand.
Darrel is glad of that, having heard descriptions of the feline's habits.
Blue: Don't stand there like a pork chop cobba.
Darrel: I'm afraid this is only a Sime Center. Donations, transfer, medical assistance and that sort of thing.
Blue: Eh? What's that? I don't want no truck with no farrys mate.
Blue: That's right.
Blue: True Blue.
Alea walks into the lobby and looks around.
Darrel zlins Alea and throws her a look of desperate appeal.
Alea looks at the Gen and then at Darrel, wondering what is going on.
Alea walks over to Darrel. ~~ support ~~
Darrel relaxes at Alea's support, and decides to try once more.
Blue: Where do I put my monica?
Alea glances at Darrel in question.
Darrel: We don't have storage facilities here; try the train station.
Darrel wonders what a "monica" is.
Blue: What you wagging your jaw about?
Blue: Look - all I want to do is donate.
Blue: You think you can handle that mate?
Darrel: Oh. Well, why didn't you say so?
Blue: I did!
Blue looks at Darrel as if he is a right cockatoo.
Darrel sighs.
Alea shakes her head and moves over to check the boards for the day.
Darrel: Have you donated at this Center before?
Darrel feels all of his confidence drain out of him as the Donor support disappears.
Alea wonders if someone taught him the language wrong as a joke.
Blue sits, trying to look laid back
Blue: ~slight agitation~
Blue: This is a piece of piss right?
Darrel can't make heads or tails of most of the answer, but "done this once before" seems clear enough.
Darrel shakes his head.
Alea ~~ support ~~
Darrel: It's only a standard donation lounge.
Blue wishes they would rattle their dags.
Darrel sits down beside Blue and leans on Alea's support for a moment.
Darrel: Now, if you've done this before, you know there's nothing much to it.
Blue: Been awhile, been awhile.
Blue: I was 10 sheets to the wind at the time too! [flashes big grin]
Darrel: You roll up your sleeves, I'll wrap my tentacles around your arms, I'll make the fifth contact when you're ready, and we'll be done.
Blue: You know, new cobba in town, onto the turps.
Darrel hopes it will be that simple.
Blue: Let's see. [rolls up sleeves showing dirt encrusted forearms]
Darrel: Then I'll give you a voucher for the selyn I took, and you can cash it down the hall.
Blue: [puts out hands]
Blue: That's a lark that is.
Darrel zlins Blue, satisfied that the mention of cash has worked its usual motivational magic.
Darrel takes Blue's wrists, and wraps handling tentacles around them comfortably.
Alea sits down in a chair near Darrel, continuing to support him nagerically.
Darrel then pauses to zlin how Blue is taking this.
Blue: ~~ slight apprehension ~~
Darrel: There's nothing to be nervous about. You won't feel anything at all.
Darrel cautiously lets his laterals slide into place on the dirty arms.
Blue is miffed.
Darrel pauses.
Darrel: Is something wrong?
Darrel: Good. Are you ready for me to begin, now?
Blue: Sure, pull the lead out.
Darrel decides not to ask about the lead.
Darrel leans forward to make fifth contact.
Darrel carefully begins to drain selyn from the GN-3 level.
Blue feels a right pansy.
Blue: ~~embarrassed~~
Alea ~~ continued steady support ~~
Darrel finds the embarrassment uncomfortable to zlin, but at least it's not terror, belligerence, or any of the other nasty things the local donors tend to throw at one.
Blue hopes this will be over any old tick of the clock.
Darrel finishes with the GN-3 level and decides not to press his luck.
Darrel figures the luck-pressing should be left to the Firsts, and he's just a Second.
Darrel sits back and starts to retract his laterals.
Darrel: There. All done.
Blue: Bugger me dead! Weren't noffin to it!
Alea smiles brightly, absolutely ecstatic that nothing went wrong, since she had been certain Darrel was going to end up on the floor just like D'cor had.
Darrel: I know.
Blue wipes his mouth on his arm .
Darrel: ~~ relief ~~
Blue: Shit! What's that?
Darrel: What's what?
Blue pulls out his shirt and wipes at his face.
Blue: It's all over me arms like a madwoman's breakfast.
Darrel: A breakfast?
Darrel: I thought that was dirt on your arms.
Alea ~~ alarm ~~ scoots back a bit from Darrel while maintaining nageric support.
Blue: Crikey.
Darrel leans on Alea's support.
Darrel is more than a bit apprehensive about the possible infections he might pick up from spoiled food on Blue's arms, but is too well trained to forget professional courtesy.
Darrel grabs a towel from the rack and hands it to Blue.
Darrel: Here. You can wipe the ronaplin off your arms with this.
Blue takes the towel and scrubs at his arms, removing ronaplin and a fair amount of grime.
Blue: Thanks cobba, ya heart's in the right place anyway.
Darrel: It was the last time I zlinned it.
Blue looks confused.
Alea sees that there is obviously nothing truly the matter with Blue, and sighs a relief.
Darrel scribbles a few remarks on the clipboard, then fills out a voucher.
Darrel hands the voucher to Blue.
Blue: I'll go have a bit of a lemon squash and get cleaned up, bit of a rifle range.
Darrel: Here. If you'll take this to the bursar's office down the hall, she'll give you your donation payment.
Blue: Thanks mate.
Blue takes the voucher, puts the towel on the couch
Alea stands and moves over to the door to pull it open.
Alea holds the door opened.
Blue looks at Alea, "I'll go have a dad and dave and be back."
Alea: Ah, well... okay.
Alea nods then looks at Darrel in question.
Blue grins.
Blue tips his hat and strides out.
Darrel: I'm all right, but I'd better clean up before I get a lateral infection from that dirt.
Darrel goes to the sink and begins to scrub.
Alea: Good idea.
Darrel: Did you understand what the man was saying?
Alea shakes her head.
Alea: A phrase here and there.
Darrel: ~~ relief ~~
Darrel: I thought I'd suddenly had a stroke which mixed up language comprehension.
Darrel: He SEEMED to be using normal words, they just didn't make sense the way he was putting them together.
Alea nods.
Alea: Yeah.
Darrel: At least he didn't panic or shen me, like happened to poor D'cor.
Darrel wonders why the Firsts never seem to be taking a shift at donations.
Darrel thinks it over, and realizes that it's the Firsts who make the assignments.
Darrel: Shenned cowards. [muttered to self, too softly for Alea to hear.]
Darrel finishes washing.
Darrel: Well, that should do it.
D'cor sits in his chair shaking his head as Eliza escorts another difficult donor out towards the bursar.
D'cor: Why do I cop all the idiots? [mutters to self]
Alea: Who are shenned cowards?
Alea ~~ curious ~~
D'cor: [starts on the paperwork for the latest donor, hoping that Eliza makes it back before to long.]
Darrel remembers that Alea is also a First.
Darrel: It's nothing.
Alea nods.
Darrel: Time to go see what new disaster-of-the-day has decided to grace our lobby.
Gart walks into the Sime Center lobby on his hands.
Alea thinks he can do that, she doesn't want to but follows until a Donor shows up for him.
Gart flips back over onto his feet, and does a back flip on his way over to the front desk.
Darrel hesitates as he hears strange sounds from the lobby, then squares his shoulders and enters.
Gart: I am here to donate on this fine day, Gart Kahl at your service. [Reaches for a non existent hat, and when he can't grab it bows to the startled receptionist anyway.]
Gart looks around, spots Darrel and bows again, this time doing a backflip as he straightens back up.
Alea excuses herself to go to the bathroom.
Darrel zlins Gart, suddenly feeling very vulnerable with Alea gone.
Darrel: Err... I'm Hajene Darrel.
Gart: ~~GN2, calm and as relaxed as he ever gets~~
Gart: Good morning Hajene, I am Mr. Gart Kahl, I am here to donate on this marvelous day.
Darrel: Have you donated at this Center before?
Gart: At this fine Center? Why, no I haven't. I, sir, [deepens his voice or at least tries to; it comes out more like a squeak] am a member of Ferraro's travelling circus and this is my first time in your fine town.
Gart: [Voice goes back to normal] You really should come in to see the show sometime you know, we are quite good entertainment.
Darrel: Ah, then, I'm afraid you'll have to fill out the paperwork again.
Darrel swipes a clipboard off the receptionist's desk and hands it to Gart.
Gart takes the clipboard from Darrel and wanders over to one of the side benches to start filling it out.
Darrel: It sounds interesting. Perhaps I will, if I can get some time off.
Gart speeds through the forms, leaving a lot of the questions blank but answering the ones that he thinks apply.
Gart looks like he wants to do another backflip but visibly restrains himself and continues with the paperwork.
Darrel looks at Gart's efficiency and decides that this Gen is used to the routine.
Darrel relaxes cautiously: a Gen who does acrobatics seems highly desirable next to the nervous virgins, klutzes, athletes, and drug addicts which have been through this lobby in the past week or so.
Gart finishes the paperwork and signs the form with a flourish.
Alea goes to D'cor's door and signals.
Gart: Okay then, which donation room do I go to? [Handing the forms to Darrel and peering around trying to work out where the Donor is for this channel.]
Darrel accepts the form from Garth.
Darrel glances over it.
Alea smiles.
Alea: Good day, Eliza.
Alea: Is D'cor in?
see note 1
D'cor: What does that have to do with me?
Alea: Since I'm so far along, they don't want me going alone. I checked the schedule, and you and Eliza have time free for the next two hours, so, I've come to get you to escort me.
Alea glances at Eliza wondering why she is so embarrassed.
Gart: Every time I've thought of doing that something has happened where I have lost all my luggage. [normally upset customers and a town wide riot but there's no need to go into that] It simply hasn't being worth it.
Alea: Of course, I understand Eliza is your Donor, so there is no way I'd ask you to go without her.
Darrel: I see. Well, if you'll come with me, I'll take your donation and you can be on your way.
Alea: I'm sure Hajene Briel or Veraik would approve you escorting me.
Darrel leads the way back to the donation room.
D'cor recalculates how far off his turnover is again. "I'll be able to go with you for an hour or so Alea, but I'll have to be back here within 90 minutes, that of course is if Eliza wishes to go."
Alea lifts an eyebrow at Eliza.
Alea: There are other people. However, their time is important.
Alea: You and D'cor have time, more than enough time, to run some errands.
D'cor: Their time is important and mine isn't?
D'cor is wondering what he is going to be conned into doing this time, though he finds it a bit hard to turn down someone who saved his life.
Alea: Actually, I have been checking your daily logs for the last week, D'cor, and it's come to my attention that you haven't been using your exercise--free--time like you should.
D'cor: Okay, what do you want me to do? [giving up on the matter for now].
Alea: Each channel is scheduled time each day to....
Darrel opens the door to the donation room.
Darrel: Right in here.
Alea thinks that went easily enough.
Alea: Well, there is this nice little leather shop down in the red light district that is just wonderful.
Alea: I have a gift I have to pick up.
Gart follows Darrel down to the donation room, glancing around occasionally but otherwise just walking.
Alea: And then, I need to get some more things for the baby.
D'cor: Yes, what is it?
D'cor: What is it you want me to get, Alea?
Alea: A gift.
Alea: I need you to walk with me down to Leather and Lace so I can pick up a gift.
Alea smiles.
Alea thinks she's not going to be left behind that easily.
Alea: I want you to escort me.
Alea: I am too far along to walk by myself.
Alea: I promised my Sectuib I'd be careful since I carry a channel.
Alea: She wants a channel with me at all times if possible.
Darrel opens the door for Gart.
Alea: Preferably one higher than my field currently is, but, that's okay if you go in a First's place as long as someone is along.
Alea would prefer to leave Eliza behind, knowing how much trouble she is, but doesn't say so.
Alea: No, you don't know what I want.
Alea: I haven't chosen it yet.
Gart walks into the room, bumping his right arm and grimacing slightly as he does.
D'cor: Okay then, the sooner we get started the sooner we finish. [shakes his head and stands] Shall we get our coats Eliza?
Darrel winces at the pain.
Darrel: Are you all right?
Alea doesn't want to take her cloak.
Alea instead, trusts her longsleeved shirt to keep her warm in the sun.
Gart: Oh I hurt my arm a couple of weeks ago in a fall, but I'm fine.
Darrel: Would you like me to zlin it for you, just to make sure?
Gart: Oh no, it should be right, I just need my field taken down so I can get back out in the ring again.
Alea goes out the door and down the stairs to await D'cor and Eliza on the walkway in front of the Sime Center.
Darrel is disappointed, having looked forward to working with the closest he's had to a normal donor since he came to Bender Cove.
Darrel: Well, have a seat, then, and I'll take your donation.
D'cor join Eliza in the lobby and put's his cape on before going outside.
Alea slips her hand back over her arm and smoothes her dress over her tummy then smiles when she sees her escorts.
Alea looks warily at Eliza and sighs.
Alea: You know, Eliza, if you don't want to go....
Stormcloud sees Alea without her cape and thunders softly in glee.
Alea: Then it's your decision to go along.
Gart enters the room and sits down on the couch, looking perfectly at home.
Alea: Yes, it is.
Alea: And you should make your channel do this every day.
Alea: Don't let him convince you he doesn't need the exercise or he doesn't require the break.
Alea smiles sweetly at D'cor and then starts down the walkway.
Thug1 stalks along on the opposite side of the street.
D'cor walks alongside Eliza not saying anything. [A worried look on his face.]
Darrel sits beside Gart and holds out his hands.
Thug1: Der, the boss will be really pleased wiff me now.
Alea: Have you ever been to this part of town before, D'cor?
Gart raises his arms, ready for the donation.
Alea: It's not the nicest, but if you know where you're going, you can find some really nice gifts.
Thug1 sees the boss down the block.
Thug1: HEY BOSS!!!!!
Thug1 waves his arms wildly.
Thug2 glares at his cohort in crime.
Thug1: OVER HERE BOSS!!!!!!!
Thug2: Well you shut it up, Herschel.
Thug2 shows plainly in his field to the other Sime how angry he is at his actions.
Darrel puts his hands on Gart's arms and wraps handling tentacles around them, careful not to squeeze the painful arm too hard.
D'cor: Actually I haven't, I don't really know Bender Cove at all. [stands in pile of horse dung] Is it all like this? [disgustedly]
Thug1: Der, sorry boss.
Stormcloud blows in closer, on a brisk, chilly breeze.
Thug1: There they are boss, the pregnant one and de other one.
Thug1: Just like you said.
Thug1 fawns at his bosses brilliance .
Alea wrinkles her nose, wondering why D'cor is so distracted that he missed that pile of dung.
Alea: Oh, it's much worse the farther we go.
Gart doesn't react and sits there patiently waiting for Darrel to go for the 5th contact.
Thug2 zlins the two.
Alea: Yes.
Alea: It is quite awful
Thug2: Okay, Herschel, here's what I want you to do....
Darrel makes fifth contact and zlins Gart, with special emphasis on the painful arm.
Thug2: Go on down to that alley two more blocks down and wait for them. When they get near, augment, grab one of the Gens, and drag them into it.
Thug2: Got that?
Darrel determines that the arm has a hairline fracture.
D'cor looks over to the side of the street and sees Thug1 talking to Thug 2. "What are those two doing I wonder?"
Darrel makes a mental note of it, then neatly drains the GN-3 level.
Thug2 points.
Thug2: Zlin, you dunder head! The one down that way.
Gart sits there patiently.
Thug2 slips off down the street, keeping them within zlinning distance.
Darrel saw the GN-2 rating on the form, and drains that level, too.
Alea: Who's that?
Alea looks around at the busy streets, wondering what D'cor sees.
Darrel finishes and leans back.
Darrel: There you are. You're lowfield now.
Thug 1 trips over some dustbins.
Thug 1: *BANG CRASH!*
Gart: Well thank you, I can go back to work now can I?
Thug1: Ouch dat hurts.
Darrel: However, I couldn't help but notice that your right arm has a fracture.
Darrel: That's why it's been hurting.
D'cor hears the noise and is tempted to go over to have a look, but is more concerned with protecting the two Gens.
Alea smiles at Eliza.
Darrel traces the fracture line with one tentacle.
Darrel: Right here.
Alea: It's for Tarsh.
Alea: I wanted to get him something special for what he did last night.
Alea blushes.
Gart: A fracture? ~~shock~~ Oh no, I can't work with a fractured arm. Can you do anything for it?
Darrel: Well, let me try.
Darrel takes the arm in both hands, wraps handling tentacles to secure his grip, then pauses.
Darrel: I'll be able to do more if you are calm.
Gart is sitting there too stunned by the news to really hear anything much, so doesn't react.
Gart hears that one though, so he tries to center his thoughts [like he would before going out to perform] and relax a bit.
Darrel: Mr. Kahl!
Thug1 runs out onto the main street again, narrowly misses getting run over by a cab, realises he is suppose to be sneaking and runs back again, knocking people over and tripping over a dog.
Darrel: That's much better. Thank you.
Thug2 wonders why he got put with such an idiot.
Darrel lets his laterals make contact, zlins the fracture again, then projects need to speed healing.
D'cor decides that anyone that inept isn't going to be much of a problem, but hurries the Gens along anyway. Hoping to get somewhere a bit safer with them.
Thug1 wonders just when is suppose to grab one, which he is suppose to grab, and what he is suppose to do about the channel.
Gart feels a slight warmth in his arm but since it feels quite comfortable is quite happy to simply sit there.
Darrel: I'm going to take care of the bruising right now, but the bone will still take time to mend.
Darrel: You should stay off of it for at least three more weeks.
Gart: Okay.
Gart is thinking that 5-6 days should be long enough.
Darrel zlins Gart's lie and sighs.
Alea: I want to buy something for the baby while we're out, if you don't mind.
Alea: There is a nice little store right around the corner from this one.
Lennil slips into a place to hide and wait.
D'cor: Can we please hurry along a bit? I'm not entirely comfortable with this street.
Darrel: Mr. Kahl, if you want to turn a minor injury into a chronic one, go right ahead and use it earlier.
Gart: Ok, I'll stay off it.
Gart: ~~upset~~
Alea: Of course.
Darrel: I'd think that someone in your profession would have the sense to know that letting an injury heal once will cost you less time than reinjuring it every few weeks.
Alea tries to walk a bit faster.
Alea: No reason to be so uptight, D'cor.
Darrel: You have your donation payment to live on until you can perform again.
Darrel retracts his laterals and lets Gart go.
Gart: I thought it was healed though, it didn't seem all that serious. I was able to back on the wire 3 days ago and do my normal show, it did hurt a bit though.
Darrel: It's a fracture. Bones don't heal in days; it takes weeks.
Gart: Okay, Okay, if you insist. Can you give me the voucher though? I'll need that to pay my share of the bills for this week.
Darrel: I know you travel a lot, but if you can get to a Sime Center every few days, you might be able to recover a bit faster.
Darrel scribbles out the voucher and hands it to Gart.
Darrel: Here you are.
Darrel: Our bursar's office is just down the hall.
Gart: We will be in Bender Cove for the next week so I'll call in whenever I get time, thanks for your help. [Grabs the voucher and heads for the door.]
Darrel: You're welcome. [calls after Gart]
Gart doesn't hear being halfway to the bursar's office already.
Darrel scribbles on the form, making notes of his diagnosis and prognosis just in case he really does come back for more treatment.
Darrel then scuttles through the lobby long enough to drop the paperwork hastily into the proper box on the receptionist's desk, then beats a hasty retreat to take a well-earned break.
Stormcloud sees skullduggery is planned and chortles loudly, rumbling over the town.
Stormcloud blows towards the proposed crime scene, piling up ominously.
Stormcloud: Flash, rummble, rumble.
Thug1 thinks that the street looks suitably empty and that they should grab them NOW!
Alea smiles at D'cor.
Alea: Just two more blocks and we'll be there.
Lennil nods to Herschel.
D'cor is remembering the rumors he heard about what happened to B'cal and is starting to wonder if they were only rumors.
Thug1 hops from leg to leg.
Thug1: Grab one and run, grab one and run, grab one and run.
Thug1: Errrr....
Stormcloud lets a few big, fat, cold raindrops fall down.
D'cor pulls his cloak tighter.
Alea glances up.
Alea: It was sunny earlier.
Alea: Where did the sun go?
Stormcloud sends a gust of chilly air down the street, flapping the cloak and swirling under Alea's skirt.
Thug1 wonders where to run to.
Stormcloud aims a particularly fat drop at Alea's face.
D'cor shakes his head, pulls his cloak off and holds it out to Alea.
Lennil zlinning carefully, slips his knife from it's sheath.
Alea: No, I can't take that from you, D'cor.
Thug1 waves his arms at Lennil, and mouths 'dewert to I fun two?'
Thug1: 'twich fun to I fab?'
Stormcloud gradually increases the frequency of raindrops.
D'cor puts his cloak back on but keeps an eye on Alea, turning away from Eliza as he does so.
Lennil slips forward, zlins the channel, and with a nod at Herschel augments forward, knife out, heading straight for a Gen.
Eliza pulls her coat closer and looks more miserable.
D'cor zlins the movement and looks up with a look of alarm on his face.
Lennil grabs Eliza, the knife flying up toward the Gen as he jerks her backward toward the alley.
Alea ~~ startled shock ~~
Thug1 watches carefully to see what Lennil will do next.
D'cor isn't going to lose his Donor so augments towards Lennil determined to get him before he goes too far.
Stormcloud decides that the rain isn't giving it the desired effect, and starts throwing hail instead.
Thug1 is nervous and has to go to the bathroom.
Thug1: [no matter how often he does things like this he still gets stage fright]
Alea starts after D'cor.
Lennil: Don't try it!
Lennil shoves the knife up against the Gen's throat.
Lennil is a short scrawny Sime with a very determined look in his eyes.
Lennil: Filthy Tecton Channel. Just stay back and the Gen doesn't get hurt.
D'cor flares his showfield offering pure Gen enticement desperately trying to distract the Lennil.
Lennil works around this all the time and goes hypo to avoid D'cor's enticement.
Thug1 runs across the road, late as usual, slams into Alea, picks her up, and keeps running, augmenting strongly.
Stormcloud increases the size of its hailstones from pinhead-sized to marble sized.
Eliza: Alea!
Alea gasps, shocked.
Stormcloud has by now succeeded in covering the street with a layer of ice.
Alea ~~ pain ~~ covers her head from the ice.
D'cor is more worried about his Donor than Alea so concentrates on Lennil and Eliza.
Thug1: Ouch ouch ouch.
Lennil: You just back off and let us have these two Gens and everything will be just fine.
Lennil moves the knife gently against Eliza's throat.
Lennil: If you don't... well then....
Thug1 keeps running - in entirely a different direction to where he is supposed to go.
D'cor: You don't want to hurt her. [flares his showfield again]
Lennil is trying to ignore the ice raining down on them.
Eliza keeps still, her heart thumping.
Alea: Put me down you shendoni idiot!
Eliza: ~~ terror ~~
Lennil: No, I don't... but there are some who do.
Lennil: Her and that Farris Gen... yeah, great for what they have planned.
Eliza gasps.
Lennil ~~ definitely not in need ~~
Lennil ~~ menacing ~~
Thug1 stops augmenting and puts Alea down, keeping a firm grip on her arm.
Thug1: Don't you move none, be pity if anything happened to hurt the bubs hey.
D'cor glances in Alea's direction but is concentrating more on Eliza.
Alea pulls against Thug1.
Eliza looks at D'cor, her eyes wide.
Eliza: D'cor, please don't try anything.
Lennil is keeping his eyes on D'cor, waiting to strike and murder him.
Stormcloud tosses a particularly large hailstone at Lennil's arm.
Thug1: Stand still I said!
Eliza is terrified that D'cor will try to save her and it will be just like John all over again.
Alea ~~ worried for her child ~~
Eliza is also terrified of the Sime holding her.
D'cor remembers something that Eliza said yesterday, and tries it as a desperate last resort.
Alea: Sure, of course, I'll stand still.
Alea ~~ defeat ~~
Thug1: Good girl.
Lennil: Now, what I want you to do is just walk away.
D'cor: Eliza remember what you said to me yesterday?
Thug1: Where is dat Lennil.
Lennil: If you walk away, no one gets hurt.
Thug1: I'm sure he was suppose to follow me.
Eliza has no idea what she said to D'cor yesterday.
Lennil jerks the Gen closer, wrapping his tentacles in her hair.
Lennil: No talking to Eliza now... just do what I said.
Eliza gasps.
Alea looks up at Thug1.
Alea ~~ yearning ~~
Eliza breaths faster.
D'cor: Remember Eliza, think pain.
Lennil goes duo to zlin Eliza.
Stormcloud tosses a large hailstone at Eliza's head to remind her what it feels like.
Thug1 looks at Alea in confusion.
Eliza: ~~ouch~~
Alea ~~ desire to help out ~~
Eliza shivers.
Lennil flinches.
Lennil: Shuven!
Lennil: Okay, do it. Now. Get out of here or the girl gets it right here and now.
Thug1 shakes Alea a little.
D'cor: Feel your emotions, Eliza. [then loudly] Or aren't you good enough to be a Tecton Donor?
Alea gasps.
Alea: Why don't we talk about this please?
Alea ~~ enticement ~~
Thug1: What you doing?
Lennil: I said no more TALKING!
Lennil looks away from Eliza and at D'cor.
Lennil sneers.
Lennil: Stinking Tecton puppets.
Lennil starts pulling Eliza back, down the alley.
Eliza yelps.
D'cor: Why's that? Are you scared that she is too good for you?
Eliza tries to stay upright and not slip - the knife is still at her throat.
Thug1: 'Bout what?
Thug1: Nuffin to talk about.
Thug1: Just taking you back wiff me.
Thug1: I'm not waiting for him - I'm going, come on.
Thug1 proceeds to drag Alea along.
D'cor: What through the people, through the streets.... You can't do that, you're not that good.
Lennil: Who cares if she's good enough or not? All that matters is if the Tecton thinks so.
Lennil thinks about what D'cor says, then lifts the knife and brings it down, handle first, against Eliza's temple to knock her unconscious--hypo as he does.
Thug1: Bah, you too slow.
Thug1 picks up Alea and slings her under his arm.
D'cor augments towards Lennil as the knife is raised from Eliza throat, putting everything into it in an all or nothing effort.
Lennil shoves Eliza out of the way, striking out with the knife.
Stormcloud sends out another rumble of thunder, and switches to icy rain.
Alea screams, loudly, right in the thug's ear.
D'cor dives towards one side, trying to grab the knife hand on his way down.
Lennil slices upward, snarling.
Thug1: Shendoni!!!!!!
Thug1: What you yelling for?
Thug1: You ain't hurt!
Thug1: Stop yelling, silly Gen.
Alea screams again.
Alea figures her nager should bring any cop in the vicinity... if her scream doesn't.
D'cor grabs the knife arm [not hand unfortunately] and tries to twists it behind Lennil's back.
Thug1 puts her down and shakes her.
Thug1: Stop yelling!!!!!
Alea ~~ pure Gen enticement full force ~~
Thug1 looks at her and goes all slack jawed.
Thug1 lets go of her and backs away.
Thug1: You is one of them were-Gens!
Thug1 runs away screaming.
Lennil augments, jerking turing to slam his fist into D'cor's face.
Alea runs the other way as fast as she can, slipping and sliding along.
Eliza moans and starts to sit up, her hand to her head.
Stormcloud helpfully dashes cold water on Eliza.
Eliza: Ohhhh.
D'cor is hit, but keeps his footing and now that he's in close tries again with his field.
Lennil relishes in the satisfying crunch.
Eliza sits up and sees John struggling with another man.
Eliza: NOOOO!!!
Alea hurries back toward where she last saw the channel and Eliza, waving her arms.
Eliza gets up and flies towards the pair.
D'cor raises his knee aiming for Lennil's groin.
Eliza: ~~DON'T TOUCH HIM!!!!~~
Lennil turns, wrapping his tentacles around D'cor's neck.
Lennil startled, goes hyper to zlin.
Thug1 runs screaming past.
Thug1: WERE GENNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thug1: ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Alea waddles her way through the rain and hair, soaked to the bone, back toward the alley.
Eliza throws herself at Lennil's back.
Eliza: ~~HATE~~
D'cor is busy trying to untangle the tentacles from around his neck and doesn't have time to shield himself as the full force of Eliza's field hits him.
Lennil releases D'cor and throws Eliza off, augmenting as he does.
Eliza: Uuump! [as she hits the path]
Eliza: ~~shock of hitting the ground~~
Lennil staggers.
Eliza struggles to her feet.
Lennil turns, deciding to grab the Gen and run.
Eliza: ~~ LEAVE HIM ALONE ~~
Eliza puts her head down and charges him.
D'cor's abused systems have just about had enough and only the need to see that his Gen is safe is keeping him awake (if not entirely coherent).
Lennil deftly steps to the side, snagging her up and tossing her over his shoulder.
Thug1 runs past the Sime Center.
Thug1: WERE GENNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thug1: ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Eliza pounds him with her fists.
D'cor sees Lennil grab Eliza and puts everything into one final charge.
Lennil turns and starts down the alley, bouncing Eliza as he does.
Alea enters the alley and sees mass confusion and stops, unsure what to do.
D'cor charges towards Lennil [and Eliza] reaching them just as they come to the end of the alley.
Eliza stops hitting and starts thinking.
Lennil swings around, searching for his knife, which is no longer on him....
Eliza: ~~ entice ~~ ~~ slam ~~~
Eliza times it with the bouncing.
Darrel thinks he hears a shout of "WereGen" from the street, and is about to investigate, when he remembers that the street is where the lobby inhabitants come from.
Lennil is jerked upward by the enticement and then stiffens in absolute rejection of the slam, before hitting the sidewalk, Eliza still held in his arms.
Stormcloud runs out of moisture and gradually drifts off.
Eliza: Ouch!
Alea wipes at her face, pushing her hair out of her face.
D'cor's brain shuts down but his body is still functioning enough to be able to grab Eliza just as she hits the sidewalk.
Thug1 runs long the lake yelling WERE GENNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thug1: ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Alea hurries forward.
Alea: D'cor!
Alea: Eliza!
Eliza struggles to get away from under Lennil.
Eliza wonders where his knife is.
Eliza manages to kick the Sime a few times.
D'cor groans and moves and looks around trying to see where everyone is.
D'cor: Ouch.
Alea moves over to where D'cor is holding Eliza.
Alea ~~ worry ~~
Eliza: Oh John!
Eliza: I'm sorry.
Eliza: Are you all right?
Eliza starts kissing his face.
Lennil is nearly dead.
Thug1 goes fleeing past the Ferry Building.
Thug1: WERE GENNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thug1: ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
D'cor isn't quite sure what's going on but is too sore to care, so simply accepts it.
Alea drops down by the thug and looks for any weapons.
Alea: D'cor?
Alea moves over to Eliza and D'cor.
Alea: Are you okay?
Eliza starts to cry on him.
Alea studies the two curiously, wondering if this means they finally solved their problems.
Eliza sits up shakily.
D'cor: Ohhhhh, what a day. [softly]
Eliza: ALEA!!!! I am NEVER going anywhere with you EVER again!
Alea: Eliza, get control of your nager, now.
Thug1 goes flying out of town.
Thug1: WERE GENNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thug1: ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Alea leans over D'cor and starts running her hands through his hair and over his neck, down his shoulders and checking his arms.
Alea: Are you okay?
Eliza wipes her eyes.
Alea ~~ concern ~~
Eliza: D'cor? are you all right?
Eliza: ~~soothing support~~
Alea sees no physical injury and carefully avoids engaging his field now that Eliza seems a bit more sane.
D'cor: I'm fine... or at least as fine as what I ever get around here. Let's go back to the Center shall we? [Slowly pushes himself up the wall until he's in an approximately upright position]
Lennil dies.
Eliza: ~~soothing support~~
Alea is trembling terribly though she holds her nager in perfect control.
Alea reaches out for D'cor's right arm to help him up.
Eliza is holding onto D'cor's upper arm.
Alea: I g-guess I can't get the new leather carrying case for Tarsh's knife now, can I?
D'cor slowly starts walking back to the Center.
Eliza has D'cor wrapped in a bubble of ~~support and concern~~
Alea walks along with them nagerically separate and alone.
D'cor: Not today Alea, not today.
Eliza just hears the word "knife" and looks at Alea in shock.
Eliza is hanging onto D'cor for dear life.
Alea: He fixed my shoe last night, and tore the leather case on his knife. I wanted to surprise him....
Alea's voice trails off.
D'cor: Perhaps some other day, Alea. [preferably with someone else escorting her.]
Eliza thinks that if Alea doesn't shut up about it she knows where the knife will go.
Alea doesn't hear D'cor.
Eliza is relieved when the Center comes into view.
Alea turns blankly onto the Center's walkway and goes up the stairs and into the Center.
Eliza: Alea, should we call the police?
D'cor turns to Eliza. "Let's head straight down to the infirmary. We can worry about the paperwork later."
Eliza: [paperwork is the last thing in Eliza's mind]
Eliza: Yes.
Alea goes into the Center and to the stairs that lead up to her room, not answering.
Alea slowly climbs the stairs.
Eliza clings to D'cor like a limpet.
D'cor goes slowly to the infirmary thinking only of the fact that he still has 2 minutes before his turnover and he managed to keep his Donor with him.
Eliza: I should never have agreed to go out with Alea!
Alea goes to her room and inside.
Eliza: She is a trouble magnet!
Alea sits down at her desk and pulls out a piece of paper, oblivious of the water wetting it.
Alea picks up a pen.
Alea is trembling so badly that her writing looks like that of a child's, instead of a Donor ten years past.
Alea stares at the paper a long time.
Alea: "Dear Muryin: I want to come home. Alea."
D'cor: It was partially my fault don't worry about it. [Pulls up a seat] Can you get me some fosebine please?
Alea lays the pen down and looks at it.
Eliza leaps over to the cupboard with the fosebine, gets some out, runs to get water and hands it all to D'cor
Eliza: would you like some trin too?
D'cor: Yes please, I need something to calm me down after that. [Glugs down the fosebine]
Eliza puts water on to heat.
Eliza feels woozy.
Alea, teeth chattering in delayed shock and from simple cold, stands and stumbles over to the bed.
Alea drops onto the bed and curls into a ball, wrapping her hands around her stomach before she finally begins to sob.
Eliza makes the trin and brings a mug over and puts it in front of D'cor.
D'cor picks up the mug of trin and slowly raises it to his lips.
Eliza forces her sore head into the background.
Eliza: Are you okay?
Eliza: ~~soothing support~~
D'cor's face starts to distort in pain.
Eliza drops to her knees beside him all her attention on him.
D'cor: T... turn.over....
Eliza: ~~ care ~~ ~~ concern ~~
D'cor: I thought I had l... lost y... y... you.
Eliza: I'm here.
Eliza: ~~support~~
Eliza: And if I wasn't they would find another Donor for you.
Eliza: You are safe here.
D'cor says nothing as he slowly pulls himself back together. "Are you OK?"
Eliza: I'm fine.
Eliza takes his arms and studies them for bruising or other damage.
Eliza: Who do you think those people were?
Eliza runs her fingers gently over the bruises on his face.
D'cor: They could have being distect, juncts... I'm not sure, in this town they could have being anyone.
Eliza: Maybe we should put guards on the front door.
D'cor: They were anti-Tecton anyway, and they didn't succeed in their plan. That's all that's important.
D'cor: That will be something for the Controller to decide but I'll be recommending it, and I'll ask V'lar to recommend it as well.
Alea's sobs slow though she is still too tired and numbed to get up and move.
D'cor is almost back to normal and zlins Eliza for injuries. "You have a slight concussion, actually. I think that you had better join me on the sick list for a while."
Alea sniffles, then coughs.
Alea is beginning to hurt all over from the hailstones.
Veraik drapes his blue and violet cape about his shoulders as he goes down the hall thinking of the confrontation he is going to have with the new school mistress in Eastcove.
Eliza: I'm fine. I've had worse then this before
Eliza remembers just a few weeks ago when a groupie kicked her in the head.
Alea realizes she is cold and clammy and should probably get up and do something about it.
Eliza shudders/shivers.
Veraik stops as he hears Alea coughing and crying?
Alea starts to shove up, and gasps, grabbing at her stomach.
Alea ~~ pain ~~
Veraik signals at her door.
Alea: I... oh....
Alea: Enter!
Alea rolls onto her side, grimacing in pain and fear as her stomach cramps.
Veraik enters and stops to catch himself on the side of the door as he goes hypo.
Alea releases her breath as the cramp subsides.
Alea: Oh shenit Veraik....
Eliza sits close to D'cor. ~support~
Veraik augments to Alea's side. "Let me zlin you."
D'cor: Your cold, lay down on the couch while I do what I can to get you warm. [Goes to grab some extra blankets]
Alea ~~ fear pain ~~
Eliza: Don't go!
Veraik: Alea. "Let me zlin you!"
Eliza: I'm all right, just stay here
Alea: I....
Alea nods.
Alea: Please....
D'cor: Don't worry, I'm only going as far as the cupboards. [opens the cupboards up and proceeds to get an armload of blankets]
Veraik using his hands and tentacles to straighten Alea's body.
Alea ~~ multiple bruises the size of hail stones, pain, fear, worry ~~
D'cor turns around and looks at Eliza, drops the blankets and sits down beside her again.
Veraik takes Alea in fifth contact, cape draping over both of them in a cover of protection.
Alea: Please... the baby... I... the cramps just hit.
Veraik zlins the baby, ignoring the bruising as he assures himself that the Farris Channel is all right.
Alea feels the pulling sensation in her lower back again as it starts to wrap around her lower belly.
Veraik moves his tentacles to her abdomen to he can use her field to block the muscles cramp.
Alea gasps, then relaxes as the pain slowly subsides.
Alea: ~~ fear ~~
Alea: Not again, Veraik. Please tell me not again.
Alea grips Veraik's shoulders in a death grip, her fear plainly clear in the tense lines on her face.
Alea knows it'd destroy Tarsh if she lost this child too.
Veraik breaks fifth. "Shhh. Alea. It is only a few cramps, not true labor. Just relax."
Alea drops back to the bed, wrapping her arms around her stomach, teeth chattering again in relief.
Veraik zlins another cramp and blocks it.
Veraik: What happen to you, Alea? You are bruised. ~ concern ~
Alea: Shen Veraik, this is labor.
Alea's voice is edged with panic.
Alea: We were attacked.
Alea: I... Eliza and D'cor went with me... they grabbed Eliza and I ... knew us by name.
Alea: I think D'cor might have been injured.
Eliza takes D'cor's hands again.
Veraik: Not Alea. It is not. Just relax.
Alea relaxes as the cramp passes.
Alea releases Veraik to shove a wet piece of hair out of her face.
Alea: I can't lose this one. You understand that.
Alea: It's a channel.
Alea: Zeor is counting on it. Tarsh is counting on this baby.
D'cor: Eliza relax, it's over. I'll be okay, and so will you. Relax.
Alea: It'd let to many people down.
Veraik: [Legs still surrounding Alea's] "I am going to stay with you. Try to relax or I will have to put you asleep. You don't want that, do you?"
Eliza: I thought, I thought he would kill you again.
Alea: I... no... I don't want that.
Alea: Shen it... a simple excursion, why did they grab us?
Alea suddenly realizes Veraik is straddling her.
Alea: Hajene!
Veraik: What Alea?
Alea pushes at Veraik.
D'cor: No Eliza, ~slightly puzzled~ he wouldn't have killed me again. From what you told me with John it was shocking, but you have to move on from it before you can grow Eliza. We must move on from our pasts. [Hugs Eliza].
Veraik: Oh. Sorry.
Alea looks up at him.
Alea ~~ freezing cold in wet clothes still ~~
Eliza is confused.
Eliza: What?
Veraik slips off the bed and unbuttons his cape so that he can gently drape it over the Donor.
D'cor has slipped off into his own memories. "Everyone must move on from what they were, it's the only way to grow." [softly to himself].
Alea feels the warmth through a haze of cold and gratefully accepts it.
Alea: Thank you, Controller.
Alea: [softly murmured]
D'cor realises that Eliza said something to him.
D'cor: What was that? [gently]
Veraik undresses Alea while she is still under the cape.
Alea: I can do that. [protests]
Eliza shakes her head.
D'cor: Oh, why did you call me John?
Veraik: Just stay still and I will get you some warm clothing.
Eliza: Nothing.
Eliza: How are you now?
D'cor: Why did you call me John?
Veraik slaps her hands away. "No you will not."
Alea feels absolutely exhausted after what happened and decides to let him do it.
Alea ~~ despondent ~~
Veraik: It is time that you let someone take care of you. You have to rest.
Eliza: Did I call you John?
D'cor: I honestly don't know when I was born, I think I'm about 14 but that could be out by a year or two either way. Our transfer will be my 15th.
D'cor: Yes you called me John, is his memory still that important to you?
Veraik drops the wet clothes in the bathroom then goes to her dresser draws to look for a warm gown.
Alea drifts in a cloud of nothingness.
Veraik sees a letter, uses augmentation to read it then goes back to Alea.
Veraik helps Alea into the gown.
Alea looks up at Veraik, pale and tired.
Veraik: Alea. I know that you are doing the best you can to keep your baby safe but it just seems like trouble finds you.
Alea ~~ spirits sink to her toes ~~
Alea: I don't know what else to do. I'm moving to the Ferry Building in a few weeks.
Veraik: Alea, it is time that you stayed in bed for a while. I can zlin your exhaustion.
Alea: But...I'm assigned to Jirelle. I'm already on half days!
Alea: I'm a FARRIS!
Veraik: That is exactly why you are in this shape.
Alea averts her eyes.
Veraik: Farris's do not fare well when pregnant and you are a prime example of that.
Eliza: John was my cousin, a channel, he died.
Eliza: I didn't know I called you John.
Alea ~~ guilt ~~ ~~ despair ~~
D'cor: Oh well, it's okay. Things were sort of a bit confusing out there for a while.
Veraik: ~~ warning in voice ~~ "Alea?"
Alea: Yes, Hajene?
Veraik: No guilt. You wanted this child and you are doing what you have to do.
Eliza: I was so frightened that you were going to die too.
Veraik: You just have to rest more that the time is nearer.
Alea: I know you're right.
Alea sighs.
D'cor: [Pushing aside the fact that he could have died too] Was John that important to you, Eliza?
Alea: I'm having trouble getting out of bed a bit in the mornings now.
Veraik: Yes, and you know that here is the place for you.
Veraik: With Snake and Tramila and Tarsh.
Veraik: I'd like to include myself but I already know your feelings for me.
Alea sighs and looks at Veraik.
Alea: I'm sorry, Hajene.
Veraik: No you're not but I understand.
Alea nods, not wanting to deal with this now and sad that it's always going to be there, between them.
Veraik: Just listen to your Controller and stay in bed to rest for a few days.
Alea: Of course, Hajene.
Alea allows her eyes to close and wonders how she's going to explain this latest incident to Tarsh.
Veraik picks Alea up, Liorie cape draping over and around her then he turns back the bed and tucks her back in.
Alea gasps, grabs Veraik, then releases him as he tucks her in.
Alea ~~ surprise ~~
Alea: Thank you.... Veraik.
Veraik smiles.
Alea's eyes drift closed, the cramps slowly easing off.
Veraik goes to the door and signals a passes renSime to go to the lobby and log him in as in Alea's room.
Veraik zlins a cramp then goes back to Alea to sit next to her.
Veraik gives in to his growing need to help stimulate Alea's body.
Eliza: John was my cousin, we grew up together.
Eliza: I don't remember us ever being apart much.
Eliza: When he changed over we were heading here.
Eliza: But he was killed.
Alea slips into a light sleep, her selyn rate increasing to Veraik's need.
Veraik zlins the increase and sighs with contentment that he is able to help her, even if it is only a little bit.
D'cor: Are the memories painful? [gently]
Eliza: Not mostly.
Eliza: ~~uncomfortable~~
D'cor: Talking helps. Or it is said talking helps anyway. [gently]
Eliza: Briel had me write it all down.
Eliza: Don't know why.
Eliza: I don't think it's a problem really
D'cor: Do you want to talk about it or would you rather I change the subject?
Eliza: Whatever.
Eliza: It's really not a problem.
D'cor: Okay.
Eliza: What about you? Are you okay?
Eliza: That was close.
D'cor: Oh the knife didn't come close to my arms, so I'm okay there and the bruising will go down after a night's sleep. But please tell me is there ever any day when there isn't a life and death situation around here?
Alea ~~ dreams ~~
Eliza thinks.
Eliza: I think last Wednesday it was quiet.
Eliza looks at D'cor very seriously.
Veraik leans over and gently touches Alea's forehead to put her into a deeper sleep so that she will not dream.
Alea's dream of the birth fades into a soft sea of peace as she sleeps deeply.
D'cor: Oh Eliza. [smiles]
Veraik wonders if Alea was really going to send the letter to Muryin or if it was only her exhaustion.
D'cor: You do however need some sleep, so lay down on this treatment table for a while and I'll make sure that you get a couple of hours of restful sleep.
Eliza: I'm not tired
Eliza: Do you want me to sleep in your room now that you are past turnover?
D'cor: Yes if you can, I would have been okay except for that incident today. The thing is, what are we going to tell the Controllers?
Eliza: About what?
Eliza: ~~confused~~
D'cor: Well we left one guy in the street [carefully doesn't mention the fact that he was dead]. The second guy took off screaming about were-gens. And how are we going to put it all down on the forms?
Eliza: We just tell them what happened.
Eliza has no problems - she just tells the truth at all times.
Katryn walks into the lobby.
Katryn looks out the window at the rain pouring down in sheets and sighs.
Mytag is kneeling on the floor looking under the sofa.
Mytag: Damn thing.
Mytag puts his hand under the lounge as far as he can reach.
Katryn zlins Mytag and turns to leave the lobby.
Katryn ~~ embarrassment ~~
Mytag gets up.
Mytag: Oh Kat, can you help me here please?
Katryn stops wishing she were somewhere else.
Mytag: I've dropped a badge, and it's rolled under this lounge.
Katryn instead pastes a smile on her face and turns.
Katryn: Of course, Mytag.
Mytag: I'll lift this end if you will get it for me please!
Katryn goes over and gets down on her knees, zlinning under the couch.
Katryn looks at Mytag.
Katryn: Why would YOU lift the couch, Mytag.
Katryn: Or have you forgotten, I'm the Sime?
Mytag: It's not heavy Kat - I just can't do both at once.
Ison enters into the lobby.
Katryn: Fine.
Katryn puts her head down and slides an arm under the couch.
Mytag grabs the couch and lifts.
Katryn: I guess it's better for me to be under here than you....
Mytag: See it?
Ison: What a strange sight.
Katryn wiggles under and snags at the badge with her tentacle.
Ison zlins Mytag and Katryn.
Mytag: Hey, if you aren't going to help Ison....
Mytag: Got it Kat?
Katryn: Just a second.
Katryn snags it, and then rolls over, scooting back out.
Katryn nimbly jumps to her feet, before smoothing her top down and shoving her hair back.
Katryn holds out the badge to Mytag.
Katryn: Hello, Ison.
Katryn: How are you today?
Katryn smiles.
Mytag puts the couch down and takes the badge.
Mytag: Thanks Kat.
Katryn ~~ guarded field ~~
Katryn: You're welcome.
Ison: Hi Katryn, and may I say how lively you seem today?
Mytag rubs the badge on his shirt.
Katryn looks at Ison in confusion, zlinning him.
Mytag looks at Ison and wiggles his eyebrows.
Mytag is sure that Ison has the transfer times of every female in the building tattooed onto his brain.
Ison: ~~keen interest~~
Janus walks into the Sime Center lobby thinking how different the place is now that she's a dem... Sime.
Katryn: I was just helping your friend out here.
Katryn waves a tentacle at the sofa.
Mytag: Actually Kat, I was wanting to show you this badge.
Mytag: Thought you might be interested.
Katryn zlins the newly changed over Sime but is distracted by Mytag's words.
Katryn: Oh?
Katryn ~~ wary ~~
Janus: [Once she hated it, but now it may be her only chance]
Ison: [Knowing Mytag it was just an excuse to spend some time with a pretty young lady.]
Mytag hands Katryn the badge.
Katryn looks at Ison and smiles, unsure.
Katryn looks back at the badge and turns it in her hands.
Janus looks at Katryn. "Snake told me to come here, she said that you might be able to help me."
Katryn glances back up at the Sime.
Katryn: What is it you need?
Ison turns and zlins Janus.
Katryn hears the word Snake and knows she's a Farris and feels very flattered that she might actually be able to help the girl that Snake FARRIS sent over.
Janus: She said that you may be able to help me get settled in, I've got nowhere to go and I'm not sure what to do.
Katryn: Ah....
Katryn isn't sure what to do.
Janus: ~~fear~~
Katryn zlins the fear.
Mytag is uncertain what Tecton policy is here so keeps his field neutral.
Katryn: Uh....
Katryn is disappointed that she, once again, is so 'childish' that she doesn't know right from wrong.
Katryn: Perhaps, Mytag, you'll escort the new Sime to Hajene Briel's office?
Katryn: I'm sure she'll know what to do.
Katryn ~~ frustrated ~~
Katryn: I'm not really on duty anyway.
Janus looks towards Mytag waiting to be shown the office.
Katryn moves away from the group then remembers the badge in her hand.
Katryn fingers the badge, studying it.
Mytag: Sure.
Mytag gently reaches out to engage the kid's field.
Katryn hands the badge back to Mytag.
Mytag: Kat - I'll talk to you about that later.
Janus relaxes on the sensation of a Donor's field.
Katryn: Okay.
Mytag: You hold that for me Kat?
Katryn: Okay.
Katryn slips it into her pocket.
Ison: You should fell very privileged, Katryn.
Mytag: Come on [to Janus] Lets go see if Briel is in.
Katryn glances at Ison.
Katryn: Why is that?
Janus follows Mytag.
Katryn was going to ask him about Mytag but is glad that Ison brought it up.
Mytag leads her down to Briel's door.
Mytag signals.
Ison: That's very precious to Mytag, he was awarded it by Naros.
Briel: Come!
Katryn pulls it out and looks at it.
Katryn: You've known him a long time?
Mytag opens the door.
Briel nods to Mytag, zlinning him and the Sime.
Janus enters the room and looks at Briel.
Briel: Hello, Mytag.
Janus: ~~nervous~~
Briel: How may I help you?
Ison: Ye,s he has been a good companion and friend to me for a long time now.
Briel ~~ curious ~~
Ison: You like him, I take it ?
Katryn: Did he tell you he practically saved my life yesterday?
Katryn shrugs, blushing.
Mytag: Hajene, this is err, [looks at the Sime]
Katryn: I just haven't met a Donor like that in all my time at First Year.
Katryn: He's really good.
Mytag: Well, Someone Hajene Snake has sent over to talk to us.
Ison: No he didn't, but he's quite modest when it comes to things like that.
Briel: Oh. I see.
Janus: Janus [quietly and with her head down]
Briel: Please come in and have a seat.
Janus enters the room and sits down on the edge of one of the seats.
Mytag: Here you go. Do you want me to stay Hajene?
Ison: Don't forget Katryn, you are still learning now. You will be the one controlling soon.
Katryn: And afterward, well, I think he was really upset with me. I'm not sure what I did.
Katryn: I'm out of First Year.
Katryn looks up at Ison, a bit defiantly.
Ison: Well he seemed fine with you today.
Briel: No, you can go.
Ison: Hey, don't be like that. I didn't mean to belittle you.
Briel: So, Janus, tell me, how can I help you?
Briel zlins Janus closely, sitting in her most nonthreatening pose.
Mytag: Okay.
Ison: Confidence is all you really need.
Janus: ~~nervous but otherwise OK~~
Mytag leaves, shutting the door after him.
Katryn: I was confident.
Janus: I ah... changed over, 3 days ago.
Katryn: I was studying this book on kills, to better understand just what triggered Simes into killmode.
Katryn: And well... after the transfer, after the Gen who almost died, Mytag acted like I had done something awful, and very childish.
Janus: Someone by the name of Snake helped me and she told me to come in here to get help with somewhere to live and everything.
Briel: Oh.
Briel nods.
Briel: You're from out-Territory?
Mytag heads back to the lobby.
Ison: Well study is fine, but it can't compare to experience. Just take your time.
Janus: Yes, ah, Hajene.
Katryn thinks this sounds too much like Mytag and frowns at him.
Katryn: Study is the best thing when you have little experience, Ison.
Katryn sounds very authoritative on this.
Briel: Do you have any work skills?
Mytag: You two still in here?
Ison: Well, perhaps advice given from those that have actually done it should be sought.
Mytag: If you have time, how about we go get something to eat?
Mytag: ~~hunger~~
Ison: Rather than some scribble from someone you don't know?
Katryn hears Mytag's voice and immediately quiets, the badge still gripped in her hand.
Janus: I don't know ~~sadness~~, no-one ever thought I'd be Sime.
Briel: Ah... I see.
Ison: Perhaps I'll join you a little later. I have something to attend to outside.
Briel tries to think of jobs around the Center for renSimes.
Katryn smiles at Ison and nods.
Briel: I'll tell you what we can do.
Ison: Maybe Katryn would like to accompany you?
Briel: We, of course, help new Simes who don't have anywhere to stay.
Janus: Yes? ~~hopefully~~
Mytag: Sure! Interested in something to eat Kat?
Katryn nods to Mytag.
Katryn: Thank you, Naztehr. I would like that.
Ison: OK, I'll leave you to it.
Mytag: fine, let's go. [smiles at her] See you later Ison.
Katryn turns to walk down the hall, casting a glance over her shoulder at the channel.
Ison smiles and watches them leave.
Mytag smiles inwardly.
Briel: You can stay here and talk with our counselors.
Briel: They'll help place you, get you in classes to help your Simelan and job skills.
Katryn walks down the hall with Mytag.
Janus: Thank you Hajene [hesitantly], Thank you.
Briel: We have some rooms in the Sime wing where you can stay.
Briel: How does that sound?
Mytag: Tea, Kat?
Janus looks pleased.
Katryn glances at Mytag.
Katryn: Thank you. Yes.
Mytag: How about some soup, or maybe some stew?
Briel: If you like, you might want to go get something to eat, and then later, you can get settled in.
Briel: How does that sound?
Janus: It sounds like about the best I can hope for. Thank you.
Katryn: Uh....
Mytag: Be warm enough soon that we should have some fresh veggies - I can't wait for some crisp salads.
Katryn [stomach rumbles]
Katryn: I think I'll have some stew.
Mytag dishes out a generous helping of stew for the two of them, puts it on the tray and gets some bread.
Briel zlins Janus again.
Briel: I think, perhaps, we'd better go ahead and get you that room first so you can have a short rest.
Mytag: Let's get a seat before this place fills up.
Mytag carries the tray over to a table and puts it down.
Janus stands. "If I could. I am tired."
Katryn realizes she still has the badge in her hand and holds it out to Mytag.
Katryn: Here you go.
Katryn: I held onto it for you.
Briel nods.
Briel: Go to the front desk, they'll give you a key.
Mytag: Ta.
Mytag takes the badge and puts it on the table between them.
Janus: Ok thank you again. [Opens the door and leaves]
Briel watches her leave before getting back to work.
Mytag: I thought you might be interested in it cause it's an award for helping junct Simes to disjunct.
Mytag: And you were interested about juncts and the kill.
Katryn: It's not that... exactly, Mytag.
Katryn: I just... if we could figure out just what triggered these kills, the situations people ended up in, perhaps we could stop more.
Mytag: If we knew who was going to be Sime way before changeover, and could prevent any accidents during change over, that would help.
Katryn: Yes.
Katryn: But who can predict that?
Katryn: And you just can't predict when either.
Katryn sighs.
Mytag: That's the point.
Mytag: And even if they have plenty of warning, there has to be a channel close enough.
Katryn: Yes.
Katryn: It was just something I was studying.
Katryn ~~ defensive ~~
Katryn: Anyway, I meant no harm by studying what I was, Mytag.
Mytag: As we are more accepted in Gen Territory that will gradually get better.
Katryn: I only wanted to help.
Katryn looks earnestly at Mytag.
Mytag: I know Kat - no need to be upset by it.
Mytag: It's just that that particular book sort of leans on the more grisly aspects.
Mytag: If you like I can get you some better ones.
Katryn: Would you?
Mytag: Sure!
Katryn smiles.
Katryn: Thank you.
Mytag puts the badge in his pocket.
Katryn pauses.
Katryn: That's a nice badge, Mytag.
Mytag: Don't know what's available around here. Might take me a while if I have to send them from home.
Katryn: Okay. I understand.
Katryn: I wonder, perhaps, sometime, could I talk to you about the disjunction process?
Mytag: Any time
Mytag: I don't know how much longer I'll be here.
Mytag: I'll probably be heading back home now.
Katryn: Oh.
Katryn ~~ disappointment ~~
Mytag: Don't know what they have planned yet.
Mytag: I may stay awhile.
Mytag: How long after a transfer do they usually assign you here?
Katryn takes a bite of her stew.
Katryn: What do you mean?
Mytag: Just wondering when they will get around to telling me - or if I should ask.
Katryn: We get three days off before our next assignment, if that's what you mean.
Mytag: Yep - that's what I mean.
Mytag finishes his stew and wipes his plate with his bread.
Katryn: So, I imagine you'll know then, or you can contact your House and find out... or even one of the Controllers would probably know.
Katryn finishes off her stew.
Katryn: Thank you for lunch, Mytag.
Katryn: And thank you for sharing with me about your badge.
Mytag: No problem Kat. I'll see you later then?
Mytag: Wonder where Ison has gone....
Katryn stands and nods.
Katryn: Good bye.
Katryn hurries off down the hall.
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