Sime/Gen Roleplaying: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #233: Fright (5/1/98)
Katryn walks down the hall and into the lobby to check the schedule board.
Katryn looks at the board, wondering if she is going to get a Donor.
Katryn sighs.
Patrice enters the lobby.
Katryn thinks of her transfer last month with Mytag... and zlins a field.
Katryn turns zlinning the high field Gen... Donor....
Katryn: Good morning.
Patrice: Um, Hajene, do you know why.... [blushes]
Patrice: Good - good morning.
Katryn zlins her closely.
Katryn: What is the problem?
Katryn tries to look professional.
Patrice is high field but there is something odd the channel can't read.
Patrice: Well I was supposed to have transfer today, but I forgot who with. I lost my card.
Katryn: Oh.
Katryn: Here?
Katryn: You are a new transfer in, aren't you?
Patrice blushes.
Patrice: Yes, yes, Hajene, I just got in yesterday.
Walter walks in with his mop and bucket.
Katryn: I see.
Walter: ~need~
Patrice moves closer to channel radiating fear.
Katryn: Have you met with the Controller yet?
Patrice [fear quickly suppressed]
Katryn sucks in a short breath.
Katryn looks around zlinning.
Patrice: Um yes. Last night.
Walter drops the bucket.
Walter looks around frantically.
Katryn: Ah. Well then... let's go over to the desk and check your....
Katryn shudders.
Patrice steps behind channel, field almost flat.
Walter zlins the people in the lobby.
Katryn glances back at Walter.
Walter groans.
Katryn wonders why the shenned this Donor is cowering.
Walter staggers towards the two women.
Walter: Hajene....
Katryn moves forward to take control of the fields.
Katryn: Hello, Walter.
Walter sighs.
Katryn ~~ soothing ~~
Walter swoons.
Walter: I'm not supposed to be alone!
Walter nods.
Katryn: Of course you aren't.
Patrice's field relaxes, complements the channel's.
Katryn: Patrice, this is Walter.
Walter attaches himself to Katryn.
Walter: Hello, Sosu!
Katryn: He is one of the janitors here.
Patrice: H-H-hi, Walter.
Patrice peeks over channel's shoulder.
Walter leans towards her.
Katryn: When are you due, Walter?
Katryn grabs hold of Walter's field, blocking Patrice completely.
Katryn zlins Walter.
Patrice steps back pulls in field.
Walter: In 2 days, 5 hours, 10 minutes hajene.
Patrice shivers.
Katryn: Then you are not really in need yet, Walter.
Walter looks confused.
Katryn: You are only past your turnover. You still have time.
Walter: OK Hajene!
Katryn: Two entire days.
Katryn: You'll be fine.
Katryn nods gently.
Walter: Walter will be fine!
Katryn: Yes. Walter will be fine.
Walter nods with Katryn.
Katryn: Are you going to mop the floor, Walter?
Walter: Am I?
Walter: I am.
Katryn: Good.
Walter picks up his mop and starts to mop the floor.
Katryn smiles.
Katryn turns back to Patrice.
Katryn: We can go over here and see who you are assigned to.
Patrice [deep sigh of relief]
Katryn motions toward the desk clerk's desk.
Patrice: Wha - whatever you say, Hajene.
Patrice follows mutely.
Clerk has been watching this display with humor.
Katryn walks over to the desk.
Katryn: Hello.
Clerk: Morning, Katryn.
Clerk winks at Katryn.
Katryn: This is Patrice.
Clerk looks the new comer over with interest.
Katryn: She lost her... card.
Katryn stumbles slightly at the wink.
Patrice: I - I'm sorry.
Patrice cowers against the channel.
Katryn grits her teeth.
Clerk: Card?
Clerk clears his throat.
Patrice: S - sorry Hajene.
Katryn: Yes. Transfer card.
Katryn: That's quite all right.
Clerk: What's your name, sweet cakes?
Patrice: I - I lost mine.
Patrice: Patrice.
Katryn guards.
Clerk: Patrice. Patrice. Lovely name.
Clerk gives Patrice a sexy smile.
Clerk digs through the folders until he finds the data.
Patrice blushes and tries to hide behind Kat.
Katryn reaches out and slips an arm around Patrice, pulling her up next to her.
Katryn: Right here.
Katryn: Where a Donor should stand.
Patrice's field radiates pleasure and confusion.
Patrice: Me? For you?
Katryn is wishful, at the moment, that she had a Donor to protect her from this one.
Patrice shyly smiles.
Katryn: No.
Katryn: NO!
Katryn: I just meant --
Clerk: I'm afraid so, Hajene.
Clerk smiles.
Clerk: This lovely little lady is assigned to you.
Clerk hands a new card to Patrice.
Clerk is fairly drooling over Patrice as he studies the Donor.
Clerk: Says you are to qualify her... Second Order.
Katryn looks over at Patrice and smiles weakly.
Patrice's field is out of control, bounding between fear of the Gen and elation at the assignment.
Katryn: Oh, how... um... nice.
Katryn feels sweat breaking out on her upper lip.
Patrice, going into functional mode, offers the channel a pretransfer field to rest on.
Katryn isn't sure if she should accept but forces herself to relax.
Patrice: I - I'm not sure I'm ready for 2nd Order.
Katryn thinks she did NOT need to hear that.
Patrice frowns.
Katryn: I'm sure you will be by the eleventh.
Patrice: Am I doing something wrong? You are way too tense.
Katryn: No, no, not at all.
Patrice's field gets warmer and gentler as the Gen genuinely relaxes.
Katryn slowly relaxes thinking her nager feels really good, when she isn't tense.
Patrice smiles and relaxes even more upon receiving nageric feedback from Channel.
Katryn: Ah well, then, perhaps we can get to know each other before transfer.
Patrice: I - I would like that. At my last center I got to work with my assigned channel for the last few days before transfer.
Patrice: Do you do it that way here?
Katryn: At your last Center?
Katryn: Uh well... we tend to work together the entire month, though more concentrated the last two weeks.
Katryn had no idea this girl had been assigned anywhere with as nervous as she is.
Patrice: Yeah I got sent here because....
Patrice's field shows embarrassment.
Patrice: Um, good. I'd like to work with you, Hajene.
Katryn thinks oh, no!
Katryn: Yes? Why did you get sent here?
Patrice blushes.
Patrice: Because, well, because....
Katryn is getting really worried.
Katryn: Yes?
Katryn tries to smile even as she starts to tense up again.
Patrice takes a deep breath trying to relax.
Patrice: I - I working in-Territory is hard for me.
Katryn: I see.
Katryn accepts that.
Katryn: Well then....
Katryn smiles.
Firday stumbles up the stairs and into the lobby.
Firday: HELP!!!!
Katryn: I'm sure things will go fine here.
Katryn turns around backing toward Patrice.
Patrice: [sunny smile]
Katryn goes into working mode, zlinning.
Patrice: I think so too.
Firday is a renSime about 3 years after changeover.
Firday sees Katryn and runs over to her.
Firday: ~terror~
Firday: I didn't kill no one!
Patrice goes into supportive mode, fear suppressed though the channel probably can still read it.
Firday: ~~recently had transfer~~
Patrice shivers violently.
Firday: I didn't do it I tell ya!
Katryn shudders, staggering.
Firday: Ya gotta help me!
Katryn: N-n-no of course you didn't.
Katryn: Just... calm... down.
Firday wraps his arms around Katryn's legs and sobs.
Patrice steps behind the channel, still being supportive, and puts a hand on the channel's arm in concentrated support.
Firday sobs in huge ragged breaths.
Firday: I can't stay here!
Firday: They will find me!
Firday: You gotta hide me!
Katryn gasps and goes hypo.
Katryn reaches down and peels Friday's hands off her.
Katryn: Calm down!
Katryn: Now!
Patrice moves to pull the channel back to duo.
Firday looks around in terror and dives behind the clerk's desk.
Bruster bursts through the door.
Bruster: WHERE IS THAT RAT!
Katryn sees Bruster and zlins his intent.
Katryn augments forward and grabs Bruster.
Bruster is a middle aged renSime of rather mean expression.
Bruster: ~hate~
Bruster looks around, swinging a piece of 3 x 2.
Katryn staggers back.
Patrice freezes, loses control of her field.
Katryn augments and jerks the wood away.
Bruster steps forward threatening.
Patrice: No! You can't hurt my channel.
Katryn: just stop right there.
Bruster: I saw him errk!
Katryn [pale and sweaty...]
Katryn: Down Patrice!
Patrice darts in Kicks him in the shins and backs away to stand by Kat.
Patrice: Sorry.
Bruster jumps up and down on the spot holding his leg.
Katryn jerks in pain.
Patrice concentrates on supporting the channel, fear almost suppressed.
Bruster: ~ouch ouch ouch! ~
Patrice: [anger fills her field]
Bruster: You BITCHES!
Bruster: I know you are hiding him here!
Bruster: I'll get the law onto this!
Katryn: We aren't hiding anyone. Just calm down.
Bruster: You can't get away with this!
Katryn grabs the fields and starts projecting ~~ soothing ~~ to pull Bruster down.
Bruster hops out the door, falls down the steps, gets up and heads towards the police station.
Bruster is going to do what he should have done in the first place.
Patrice attempts to merge fields with the channel, only partially successful.
Bruster is going to complain to the police.
Katryn is breathing harshly.
Katryn turns a bit wildly and looks at Patrice, before striding over to the man.
Patrice is focused entirely on helping the channel regain composure now that she's acting like a competent donor.
Firday peers over the top of the clerks desk [the clerk looks on, amused. Shen but this job is entertaining]
Firday: Is he gone?
Katryn: You!
Katryn: What in shenned did you do to him?
Firday: I didn't do noffin!
Katryn is working to calm down, a chaotic mess.
Patrice puts a hand on Kat's arm.
Katryn reaches back and wraps a tentacle around the Donor and pulls her closer.
Patrice: Hajene, relax, please.
Katryn: You had better tell me what you did or I'll augment right back out there and tell him you're here.
Patrice [sunny field meeting Kat's need now]
Firday: He said I killed his woman.
Katryn: I'll be glad to watch him tear you....
Firday: But I never killed nobody!
Firday: You can zlin that can't you?
Katryn: Killed?
Katryn zlins to see if he's junct.
Katryn: Of course we can.
Firday quails.
Firday: ~nonjunct~
Firday: He'll murder me!
Patrice: Don't lie to a channel, it won't work.
Katryn: You are obviously not junct.
Katryn: Now, just calm down and tell me what is going on.
Patrice whispers "you too, Hajene, your tentacles are still knotted." [Gently strokes them]
Firday starts to calm down, although he keeps casting scared glances at the doorway.
Katryn glances in surprise at Patrice as her tentacles slowly unknot.
Firday: Shenned if I know!
Firday: He came bursting into my house, saying he was going to murder me!
Katryn: Do you know his... wife?
Firday: Said that I killed his woman.
Firday: Yeah, I know her ~guilty look~
Firday: But I never killed her!
Katryn: Ah....
Katryn: But what exactly did you do?
Firday: I mean, I was post and he wasn't and she said she was lonely.
Katryn: I see.
Katryn: And why did you bring this to the Sime Center?
Firday: I didn't know where to go!
Patrice smiles at the channel's reaction and switches to other her other arm.
Katryn: The police?
Firday looks at the channel in alarm.
Katryn slowly relaxes.
Firday: Won't you protect me here?!
Katryn: I'm afraid not.
Firday: What!
Firday: I can't go out there!
Katryn: I shielded you from him simply because....
Firday: He will murder me I tell you!
Katryn backs up closer to Patrice.
Katryn: That's not my problem.
Firday backs up.
Firday shuts the half door at the clerk's desk.
Firday: I'm not leaving!
Katryn: I suggest you go to the police, the uptown police.
Firday: I'm staying right here!
Firday: Where it is safe!
Firday: THE POLICE!!!!!
Firday: He went to the police!
Katryn: It's not going to be very safe if you keep yelling like that.
Katryn: I said the UPTOWN station... not the one here.
Patrice whispers, "want me to find the guards, Hajene?"
Katryn narrows her eyes.
Firday sits on the floor and wedges himself between some filing cabinets.
Katryn: We have no guards.
Katryn: Get the Controller.
Katryn: Or... Mytag.
Patrice nods and runs out of the lobby towards the Controller's office.
Briel shoves the papers into the folders and stands.
Briel heads toward the hall and down intending to go to the lobby.
Patrice: Come quickly, Controller, please. Hajene Kat needs help.
Katryn: Get up, now.
Briel: Good morning, Patric -- what?
Briel zlins and zlins something in the lobby.
Firday: No.
Firday: Staying here.
Patrice: There's a guy in the lobby. Please come, he won't obey Kat and leave.
Briel augments down the hall.
Firday wishes he didn't have to pee so bad.
Katryn shifts uncomfortably as she feels his need to go to the bathroom.
Katryn: If you get up, you can go to the police and ask for protection, and go to the bathroom.
Patrice follows as fast as her Gen legs can carry her.
Katryn: But we will NOT help you here.
Firday: I pay my taxes I do!
Firday: You are suppose to look after my health!
Briel skids into the lobby and immediately takes control of the fields.
Firday: It ain't healthy out there.
Briel: And we will certainly look after your health.
Briel ~~ smoothly ~~
Patrice skids in behind her and works with the Controller to quiet the ambient.
Katryn sighs in relief, moving over by Patrice.
Briel: Now, sir, what seems to be the problem?
Briel zlins him.
Patrice switches to support Kat smoothly enough not to upset either channel.
Firday: ~settling fear, resentment~
Briel sees no health problems, but hadn't really expected any with the ambient in there.
Firday: I won't leave, you can't make me.
Firday: He will kill me if I leave.
Briel: Have I said anything about making you leave?
Firday zlins her.
Katryn scowls, wondering why Controller would keep someone in here like this.
Firday points to Katryn.
Firday: She was going to kick me out!
Briel ~~ calm field ~~
Briel: And I am her boss and will talk with you.
Firday: [mutters] Little cold heartless bit....
Firday: Good, then.
Patrice strengthens focus more tightly on Kat.
Katryn relaxes.
Briel: Now why don't you stand up and tell me why you are worried about your health?
Firday: You aren't going to make me leave?
Briel: I would like to find out why you are here first.
Patrice whispers to Kat, "Is the Controller crazy?"
Firday judges her size against his and feels more at ease as there ain't no WAY she is going to be able to throw him anywhere.
Firday: This guy said I killed his woman.
Briel: And hiding behind the Clerk isn't....
Firday: But you can zlin I ain't no killer.
Firday stands up.
Katryn: She's disjunct. [whispers back in awe]
Briel: Yes, you certainly aren't disjunct.
Briel: So, why are you here then?
Patrice: [field of understanding]
Firday: Cause he is gonna MURDER me!
Firday whines.
Briel: Why? [bluntly]
Patrice whispers to Kat, "does the Controller need support? Maybe I should...?"
Firday: Can I use the bathroom? I gotta pee real bad.
Briel: Tell me your story first.
Firday crosses his legs.
Briel advances on Firday to block him in.
Katryn nods.
Firday: He comes running into my house with a block of wood ready to take me head off!
Firday: I ran! I ran here, couldn't think where else.
Katryn grits her teeth and winces at the loss of support.
Patrice steps to the Controller's side and offers a supporting field.
Briel gestures her thanks with a tentacle to Patrice.
Patrice: ~guilt quickly suppressed~
Briel: And?
Briel waits for him to continue.
Patrice, a hand on the channel's wrist to strengthen contact ,can almost block the bad guy.
Mytag strides into the lobby carrying two cups of trin.
Katryn zlins Mytag.
Mytag stops when he sees the scene in front of him.
Briel keeps her eye on Firday.
Firday: And what?
Firday: I ran here. He followed. She got rid of him.
Patrice: [suppresses a giggle only the Controller is aware of]
Briel: And why would he think it was you who had killed his wife?
Firday: I don't know!
Firday: I don't even know she is dead.
Firday: I think he has lost it completely.
Briel: You will calm down now, sir, or I will make sure the Tecton Marshal is sent for.
Mytag puts the cups down on the table and looks questioningly at Katryn.
Katryn gestures with a tentacle, unsure.
Briel glances at Patrice and is rather unnerved that she would feel like giggling at a time like this.
Patrice: ~apology~
Briel nods curtly.
Briel: Well?
Briel looks back at Firday, the renSime in front of her.
Patrice: ~~happy helping the Controller~~
Briel: Why would he think YOU had killed his wife?
Briel moves forward slightly, determined to get the ENTIRE story.
Firday: ~guilt~
Firday: She ain't his wife.
Katryn moves sideways to block any escape.
Briel: That doesn't answer my question.
Patrice catches Mytag's eyes, gestures to the Controller with question in eyes.
Firday: He got no right to keep her to himself.
Briel: Answer the question.
Firday: I don't know why he thinks I done killed her.
Briel moves forward moving right behind the clerk and blocking Firday against the filing cabinets.
Briel zlins Firday.
Firday: But I sure was doing other things with her.
Patrice stays close to the Controller, no fear in her field now.
Mytag heads over to Katryn and looks at the renSime behind the counter.
Mytag: ~offers support~
Patrice: ~jealousy quickly suppressed~
Firday: Can't I stay here until it's safe? [whiny voice}
Briel jerks to look at Patrice.
Briel gestures to Mytag to support her.
Briel: And when do you think it'll be safe?
Mytag smiles at Katryn and ~supports~ Briel smoothly.
Firday: Dunno - couple days?
Patrice equally smoothly goes back to supporting Kat.
Katryn ~~ loss ~~ ~~ wary ~~ finally accepts Patrice's support.
Patrice: ~total contentment~
Briel: When he gets up in the morning and his wife isn't there or when he goes to eat in the evening and she is still dead?
Briel: In two weeks when he is still convinced you killed her?
Briel: Or perhaps when he looks at his children or thinks of having children?
Briel: Hmmm.
Briel: Looks like you just might be spending the rest of your life here.
Briel: And we'd have to put you to work.
Firday rubs his eyes with his tentacles.
Briel: Bedpans need cleaning.
Firday: She weren't his wife I tell ya!
Patrice: [whispered to Kat] Did I do wrong?
Briel: Suction bottles emptied.
Katryn shakes her head.
Firday: I got a job!
Katryn: It's fine.
Patrice: ~very happy now~
Briel: But how can we protect you if you go out there?
Briel: If I were him, I wouldn't give up until I got answers.
Firday runs tentacles and fingers through hair.
Briel's eyes narrow dangerously.
Firday: What can I do?
Firday: Help me.
Briel: I'd hunt the person down who did this and slowly destroy him.
Briel: Not even a Sime Center would keep me away.
Patrice: ~fear~ looks at Kat with question in eyes.
Briel: However, if I were the one being chased, I think I would want to get to the police first and tell MY side of the story, make him look like the crazy one.
Briel: Instead of running and looking guilty.
Katryn just goggles.
Briel relaxes on Mytag's steady field.
Briel: That way, you might have police protecting you, instead of hunting you too.
Patrice: ~~Controller's scaring her~~
Katryn feels herself slowly tensing up.
Patrice forces herself to relax and focus more on her channel.
Briel: And, I might also warn you, that it is our policy to report any possible crime that has been committed.
Briel moves slightly getting closer to Mytag's field.
Firday looks at Briel in shock.
Firday: You can zlin I haven't killed anyone!
Briel: Yes. I can.
Mytag increases the support.
Briel: But the police would be required to see that too.
Mytag puts a hand on Briel's shoulder.
Firday: Where is the uptown police station?
Briel: Blueton street.
Briel: Go up to the end of this street and turn right. Two miles up.
Briel: If you take a cab it'll be faster.
Firday jumps the counter and dashes through the doors, augmenting wildly.
Katryn gasps and falls back against Patrice.
Mytag: What was that all about?
Mytag: ~soothing support~
Briel: shendoni idiots.
Patrice: [stronger field, hand on channel's wrist, fingers resting lightly on lateral orifice]
Briel shudders wondering why this always happens when she is past turnover.
Katryn sucks in a breath and stares at Patrice.
Patrice: ~???~
Katryn isn't sure whether to be terrified or absolutely in heaven.
Mytag ~supports~ Briel.
Briel: I have no idea.
Briel looks at Katryn and Patrice.
Briel: What happened?
Patrice backs off as she senses channel is in recovery.
Patrice: ~cool normal support now~
Katryn: ~~ relaxes ~~
Katryn thinks this is going to be a long week.
Katryn: He came in yelling, and someone was chasing him, Controller.
Katryn: The other one left and this last one, he was too scared to leave.
Briel nods.
Briel: Patrice, you and your channel go work. Her systems are a mess.
Katryn nods
Patrice: Yes, Controller ~gratitude~.
Mytag stays close.
Katryn: Of course, Controller.
Katryn starts off down the hall.
Briel turns to Mytag.
Patrice closely follows the channel.
Briel: Thank you for the support.
B'cal signals at the Ferry Building door.
Mytag: No problem Hajene, you want me to stay with you until your Donor arrives?
Toi Toi opens the door.
Toi Toi looks B'cal up and down.
Toi Toi's stance takes on the aggressive tension of a pit bull terrier's.
Briel: No, go on to your Channel.
Toi Toi: [mostly out of instinctive reaction to B'cal's own stance]
Toi Toi: Can I help you? ~~frosty~~
B'cal sneers.
Mytag: Very well. Hope everything works out well.
B'cal: No.
B'cal: But Snake Farris can.
Jelana: Hello, Mytag.
Jelana walks into the lobby, a cup of trin in her hand.
Jelana watches Briel go off down the hall.
Mytag: Hi, Jelana. [looks at the rapidly cooling trins] Want a cup of trin?
Toi Toi looks down her nose at B'cal.
Toi Toi: I'm sure she could, if she bothered.
Toi Toi: I suppose you want to come in?
B'cal: Oh, she'll bother.
B'cal: Yes.
Jelana smiles.
Jelana: Thank you.
Jelana: I heard you have been reassigned here permanently, Mytag.
Toi Toi lets B'cal in, mostly so she won't be causing an eyesore out in front of the building.
B'cal walks past Toi Toi as if she doesn't exist.
B'cal smoothes her hair.
Mytag: Oh, you have a cup.
Mytag looks flustered.
Jelana: Oh, but mine is cold.
Toi Toi closes and locks the door.
Mytag: Looks that way at the moment.
Toi Toi: Please have a seat. I will let her know you're here.
Jelana sets hers down and takes one of the cups Mytag had brought.
Mytag: Although, who knows what the future will be?
Toi Toi: ~~cold as the winter wind~~
B'cal walks around the room, looking and examining everything.
Mytag looks around the strangely deserted lobby and sits next to her thinking that the break will do Darrel good.
Jelana picks up the cup of trin and smiles.
Jelana: I wasn't sure how I was going to like it here.
Jelana: The last transfer went... good.
Jelana: I think, perhaps, things are going to work out.
Toi Toi disappears up the stairs.
Toi Toi: [muttering under her breath]
B'cal thinks the place looks atrocious, but, if Snake does found a Householding here, it is big enough.
Mytag smiles at her.
Mytag: That's great
Jelana: I hope it works out for you, and Ison too.
Jelana smiles.
Mytag shakes his head.
Mytag: They must keep him busy, I never seen him any more.
Jelana thinks having two sexy men around would be nice.
Jelana: Ah. That's a shame.
Mytag: Not that that matters much - there are so many people around here to keep track of.
Jelana: Yes. I am still meeting new people.
B'cal moves over to Toi Toi's desk and examines the papers there.
Toi Toi: [very neat desk with nothing interesting on there]
Toi Toi comes back down, looking very annoyed.
Toi Toi: She will see you now.