Sime/Gen Roleplaying: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #239: Donor-Anxiety (5/7/98)
Lila walks into the Center, rather rushed, looking around.
Ison smiles at Briel as he leaves her office and closes the door behind him.
Jelana is waiting in the hall.
Jelana: Well, Ison?
Jelana ~~ worry ~~
Ison meets Jelana's glance. ~~hard need~~
Jelana moves close, hoping her field will, in some way, help ease Ison's need.
Ison seeks support but can find none.
Jelana: I'm so sorry.
Jelana: The person was changing over... and there was nothing we could do. I was the only one available.
Ison: Briel explained to me what happened. I understand, but it has left me in a bit of trouble.
Jelana: It'll be fine. Someone will be here for you.
Jelana ~~ wants to be there ~~
Jelana ~~ low field ~~
Lila goes up to the front desk and hands over her papers and assignment card.
Ison zlins for Mytag ~~desperate hope~~
Lila ~~ high field Second Order Donor ~~ in the lobby.
Ison sighs. Not even Mytag can help.
Lila ~~ bright shining beacon of hope ~~
Jelana has bandages on her arms from the night before, which she is certain doesn't help Ison's reassurance.
Ison suddenly raises his head.
Jelana: They're sending someone over. They should be here soon....
Jelana trails off and looks at Ison.
Ison walks towards the lobby ignoring Jelana, zlinning all the way.
Ison: Come Jelana, there is a new Donor here.
Lila nods to the clerk.
Jelana follows.
Lila slips off her cloak.
Lila folds it over her arm and heads over to the tea maker to make some tea.
Ison hopes Jelana will assist with the formalities so he won't appear too desperate.
Jelana gets side tracked by a higher order channel.
Ison enters the lobby, and focuses on the new Donor.
Lila looks up at the channel and immediately thinks HE must be THE ONE.
Lila moves over toward him.
Lila: Hello Hajene. I'm Lila ambrov R'lea.
Ison turns to the clerk. "What do we have here?"
Lila: I was sent here to help.
Lila: You must be the one I was sent here for?
Ison: Oh? Where are you from, and who sent you?
Lila smiles using her field to soothe, relax, promise.
Ison immediately feels better.
Ison: Well whoever it was Lila, I am grateful.
Lila: Hajene Briel called our House and asked I come immediately.
Lila: When are you due? What time? Should we go on to the transfer room now?
Ison: Yes, sorry to rush you, but the sooner the better.
Lila reaches out in concern and places her hand over the lateral sheaths on his arm.
Lila: Of course, Hajene.
Lila: Can you lead the way?
Ison smiles and heads for the nearest room.
Ison knocks on the door to make sure it is empty. "This one will do."
Lila: So, tell me, hajene. Are you a member of a House? Or are you... unHoused?
Lila nods.
Lila works to steady his systems and distance need.
Ison: Yes, I am Housed.
Ison is far more concerned with the transfer than conversation but attempts to be polite.
Lila moves over toward the transfer lounge.
Lila: Any problems with last month's transfer?
Lila: Come, sit down... Ison?
Lila takes his hands.
Lila runs her fingers up his arms.
Lila: Just close your eyes and relax.
Lila: You're too nervous... we want this to be good.
Ison does as she asks.
Ison takes a deep breath and embraces her field.
Lila moves her fingers lightly up his arms and carefully strokes the tentacle sheaths and the swollen ronaplin glands.
Lila ~~ soothing ~~
Lila: everything will be just fine... Ison....
Lila ~~ here for you ~~
Lila ~~ promise ~~
Ison relaxes at her soothing touch.
Lila runs her fingers up and down the sheaths, teasing, using her nager to build intil.
Lila: I won't go anywhere. I'll be right here for you.
see note 1
Clerk chews her gum, popping it as she covers the desk temporarily for Jor-el.
Clerk really thought she was going to get out of this job once HE came along.
Clerk is totally disgusted with the job.
T'pris enters the lobby carrying a large case.
Clerk gathers up a sheaf of papers and starts to stuff them all into one file, until she sees the Gen walking in.
D'cor finishes paying the cab driver muttering under his breath about the the rip off merchants of Bender Cove as he does so.
T'pris looks around the lobby. It doesn't look nearly as dangerous as she had heard.
Clerk: May I help you?
Clerk doesn't sound like she wants to help the Gen at all.
D'cor grabs his bags and heads up the stairs into the Center.
T'pris: Ah, I think I'm right. I'm T'pris ambrov V'lar. I'll be working here with D'cor for the next few weeks.
Clerk: Oh.
Clerk wrinkles her nose at the woman and looks her over closely.
D'cor walks in the front door and walks over to the clerk and stands there staring.
T'pris is a tall Gen of about 30 years.
Clerk looks up at D'cor and wonders why the channel is staring at her.
Clerk: Good afternoon. Mail is in the box.
T'pris takes up ~support~ behind him.
D'cor is a young 2nd order channel who knows the Bender Cove Sime Center only too well.
Clerk looks down at her desk and starts shuffling papers.
Clerk reaches into the desk and pulls out a key and assignment.
Clerk: Here.
Clerk thrusts it at the woman.
Clerk: Fill the forms out, there's your key and it's down that way.
Clerk motions off to her left.
Clerk never looks up.
D'cor walks over to his box and grabs his mail before he glances up at the board trying to work out where one of the controllers is to pass on the news.
Liini comes tearing in the front door of the Center.
Liini: You've GOT to HELP MEEEEEE!
Liini runs straight toward the Gen.
Clerk knows the Center only too well and immediately drops down under the desk.
Clerk: Oh Shen!
D'cor: T'pris, [sees Liini and stops] Oh no. [softly]
Liini runs straight toward T'pris, tentacles extended.
Liini ~~ hard need ~~ ~~ terrified ~~
Liini flips hyper and lunges.
T'pris pushes D'cor in front of him.
T'pris: Channel!
D'cor pushes T'pris out of the way, and steps in front of Liini just in time.
Liini stumbles zlinning toward the Gen.
D'cor extend his laterals and flips his system over to to transfer mode, "Come on I'm here you can take transfer off me."
Liini hesitates only a moment before snarling and lunging.
Liini tentacles lash around the Gen for the transfer, and he pushes forward until his lips slam against the Channel's.
T'pris gives D'cor steady support while she watches him carefully and critically.
Liini tastes blood as he draws, savagely for a renSime....
D'cor allows Liini to start the transfer, grateful that he has a house trained Donor working with him as he does.
Liini ~~ more fast ~~
D'cor pushes slightly to increase the flow rate and easily reaches Liini's top transfer speed.
Liini demands, pulling as fast as he can before peaking, reaching bliss... and then finally flipping hypo.
D'cor allows Liini to finish the transfer at his own speed.
Liini finally pulls back and starts to sob.
Liini: You ca-ca-can't let them get me again... they're going to k-k-kill me.
Liini: Make an example of me.
T'pris: Who is and why?
D'cor shakes his head, at the same time deciding that the lobby probably isn't the best place to talk about something like that. So, taking the bags with one arm (augmenting slightly to carry them), he ushers Liini down a corridor into an empty transfer room.
Liini: They...I..I...meant to pay it back....but my family...they were hungry.....starving...
Liini sobs this out.
Liini: They locked me up, were going to let me DIE like this.
Liini: Attrition.
D'cor: T'pris, I'm sorry but that's about standard for this place. Can you follow me down, we can sort out the bags later.
T'pris: Certainly [turns to the Clerk]
T'pris: Can you watch our bags please?
Clerk pokes her head up from under the desk.
Clerk: Of course. ~~ lie ~~
T'pris frowns at the Clerk and follows D'cor.
D'cor turns his head to look at the clerk. "Watch them."
Clerk stares at D'cor. ~~ intimidated ~~
Liini is starting to get his senses back around him and decides it would be dangerous to tell these people anything.
Liini waits and when D'cor's back is turned, dashes out the front door.
T'pris sighs and picks up her bag again.
D'cor shakes his head again, "That's also common around here, the odds are that he will be dead or breaking the law to pay the debt or whatever it is within a week." [To T'pris]
T'pris: You handled the transfer well, even if you were a tad slow to react. I'll put that down to tiredness from the journey.
T'pris shrugs, her duty is only D'cor. Local problems can go out the door [like that one just did, wonder what was wrong with the kid?]
D'cor: We had better find one of the Controllers, and sort out the transfer schedule. I'm not sure if they were expecting me back or not so soon, and if they were they probably have someone else scheduled to give me transfer.
T'pris: Certainly. That would present no problems. I'd be happy to stay and observe.
D'cor leads T'pris down the corridor to Veraik's office and signals at the door, not expecting any answer.
Veraik scribbles one more thing. "Come in."
Katryn strolls into her room to change her clothes which are, once again, covered with blood.
D'cor opens the door and walks in.
T'pris follows D'cor in. She has heard many things about the founder of the Lower Bender Cove Sime Center.
Katryn pulls off her clothes and showers.
Katryn scrubs, thinking she's seen more blood today than she ever has.
Katryn is taking her fourth shower of the day and it's only noon.
Veraik motions with a tentacle for the two to be seated.
T'pris studies Veraik carefully.
D'cor: Controller, the situation at V'lar is under control, so I was asked to come back here to finish my assignment. My Sectuib has asked, though, that T'pris be assigned to me for transfer this month.
Jon Drake sits in the background. He has been working with Veraik.
Veraik writes one more thing on the file and throws it into the OUT basket.
D'cor: ~ field is under control, but underneath the control it's unlikely that he could survive another bad transfer ~
Veraik: Is there a problem?
T'pris: Not now.
T'pris thinks, "not since V'lar is handling the situation."
Veraik adjusts the ambient.
Veraik zlins the Donor.
T'pris: ~~high 2nd Order Donor, well trained and under control~~
Patrice knocks gently on Katryn's door.
T'pris lets him zlin her.
Patrice: ~worried~
D'cor doesn't like his Donor being zlinned, but since Veraik is the Controller he doesn't say anything.
D'cor: Sectuib has decided that a Donor from V'lar will be my best chance of surviving. ~ worried, but knows he stands a good chance of success ~
Veraik calms himself, one week before transfer and no Donor in site, thinking... the life of a Controller.
Patrice: This is for you.
Patrice shyly offers gift.
Katryn wraps the towel around her and sits on the edge of the bed.
Katryn: Thank you, Patrice.
Katryn opens it and sees the Tecton pin with a stone in it.
Patrice sits beside channel and begins to gently massage her shoulders.
Katryn: Oh, my... it's... beautiful.
Patrice: You look tired.
Katryn: But why?
Katryn slowly relaxes.
Patrice smiles delightedly.
Patrice: Oh I just felt like it. None of my other channels make me feel....
Patrice blushes.
Veraik stands and goes to D'cor. [offers tentacles] "Would you like some help?"
Katryn looks up, zlinning.
Patrice: ~total contentment being with this particular channel~
Katryn smiles.
Katryn: Thank you.
Katryn: I'll cherish this.
Katryn stands and starts pulling on a Tecton uniform.
Katryn: Did the Controller give you any more problem about me sneaking out?
Patrice: ~concern~
Patrice: No, but he's been giving me funny looks lately.
D'cor: I'll be okay for the next week or so, but after turnover even T'pris may not be enough. It was not a transfer I wish to repeat.. Ever.
Patrice: Are you sure you should go back to work so soon?
D'cor: Thank you anyway.
Veraik withdraws his tentacles and goes back around to sit at his desk.
D'cor: Is there is nothing else, Controller? Can I go?
D'cor: I need to freshen up after my journey before starting the on the nightshift tonight.
Katryn: It's wonderful.
Katryn: I'm learning so much.
Patrice blinks in confusion.
Patrice: But channels know everything.
Veraik: In that case, I will look into the situation and get back to you. [Looks at schedule] "Say at midnight. I have a heavy schedule today."
Patrice: ~hero worship~
Katryn looks over at Patrice.
D'cor: Why certainly. [stands and opens the door]
Katryn: Not yet, but I want to try.
Patrice: Oh, I almost forgot. The Controller said for you to take a few hours off and rest.
T'pris doesn't even bother nodding, just follows him out.
Veraik picks up another file and goes back to work.
Katryn: Oh, but I can't!
Katryn: I have to get back down there.
Patrice shrugs. "OK, but don't blame me if you get into trouble."
Veraik stares at the closed door in annoyance, shrugs, then continues with his file.
Katryn: You aren't coming with me?
Katryn ~~ stunned ~~
Jon Drake: Where were we?
T'pris closes her nager around her like a shield, not letting D'cor touch it at all.
Patrice: ~indignation~ Of course I am. But you might want to brush your hair and put on some shoes before we leave this room.
T'pris: We will get the bags and then you will show me your room. Then we will talk
D'cor: Okay, okay. Lets go. [walks back to the lobby]
Katryn glances down.
Katryn: Oh.
Katryn goes over and runs a hand through her short red hair.
Patrice rises and taking pin from channel pins to Katryn's uniform.
D'cor: [What have I done this time, he thinks to himself, too tired to be bothered trying to work it out in advance.]
Katryn then moves over to the bed and slips on her boots.
Katryn looks down.
Katryn: Thank you.
Katryn ~~~ gratitude ~~
Patrice: Anytime Hajene. I think you are ready now.
Patrice opens the door for the channel.
T'pris picks up the bag which has obviously not been watched by the Clerk who seems to be absent.
Katryn moves out in front of her Donor and starts down the hall, keeping her Donor close with her.
D'cor realises that the bags are all there and is mildly surprised at the fact. Though he's not happy about the absent clerk.
Patrice: ~stronger support~
Katryn: I heard there's a Donor shortage here. Have you heard anything about that?
Patrice blushes.
Patrice: Well not exactly, but I know everyone has been upset about something.
Patrice: I think that new channel messed up the transfer schedule.
D'cor grabs his bags and walks down to his room opening the door and putting the bags on the floor.
Veraik breaks his pencil then throws it into the waste paper basket. He stares out the window for a moment then pulls out his book on Zeor methods, turning to the worn pages about calming oneself during need.
Patrice: He's cute by the way.
T'pris puts her bag down.
T'pris: Do you doubt my competence?
Katryn glances around at patrice, zlinning closely.
Katryn is trying to think who Patrice might mean since her mind isn't on things like that right now.
T'pris: Do you doubt your Sectuib's judgment?
Katryn suddenly realizes.
Katryn: The Controller!!
Katryn: Hajene Veraik?
Katryn thinks that is one secret she will definitely keep.
D'cor motions to one of the seats before taking the other one. "No of course not. What I do doubt is my ability to survive the slightest bit of trouble after turnover. Besides, he is not of V'lar so I do not feel any need to follow through on the offer, but it may come in handy."
Patrice: Yes.
T'pris firmly stays standing.
Patrice: No, I mean Sarma.
Katryn: Ah, I see.
Patrice blushes.
Katryn: I haven't had the opportunity to meet him.
T'pris: Firstly, do as you are told and there will be no trouble that you can't handle while I'm here.
Patrice: The Controller had me working with him for a while.
D'cor: Yes, T'pris.
T'pris: Secondly, if you had any doubts in me, V'lar was the place to raise them, not in front of the Controller.
Katryn: Oh.
Katryn: I see.
Katryn nods.
Katryn ~~ doesn't like that idea at all ~~
Patrice: ~reassurance, I am here for YOU~
D'cor: ~ nager closes up as he realises just what he did do ~
T'pris: Thirdly, you will cease to treat me like a hired center Donor and continue to treat me like a member of your Household and your tutor!
D'cor: Yes, T'pris, of course. It will not happen again. I can only plead tiredness.
Patrice: He wasn't feeling well and there was no one else to sit with him.
Patrice: That's why I wasn't in the infirmary.
Patrice: But the Controller said you could handle it better than some of his other channels.
T'pris: Tiredness must never be used as an excuse for yourself, although you may be gentle with others on that ground. Please remember where you are from!
Patrice: ~extreme pride in MY channel~
D'cor: Yes T'pris, [starts staring at the floor]
T'pris turns around a picks up her bag.
T'pris: Kindly show me where I can put my things.
Patrice: Um, Hajene, would you mind if I went to check on Sarma? He doesn't have anyone.
Katryn: Of course not.
Katryn: Please.
D'cor stands and shows T'pris into a room just down the corridor from his. "I shall see about getting you transferred into the room next to mine, T'pris."
Katryn: I was going to go work in the conference room.
Katryn: You can join me there shortly.
Patrice: OK, you go on to the conference room and I'll join you later.
T'pris: I am happy to share your room while I'm here, of course.
T'pris: There is no need for other accommodation.
Patrice gives her channel a quick hug and runs off down the hall.
D'cor: Thank you. This can be used to store your things at least. I'm afraid that my room isn't big enough to put much else in.
T'pris: Very well.
T'pris enters the room and starts unpacking her bag.
Patrice knocks on Veraik's door.
D'cor returns to his room, and starts unpacking all the while trying to work out some way to apologize to T'pris, and to get back in her good books.
Patrice: ~panic and fear poorly controlled~
Jon Drake: Are you ready to begin again, Veraik?
Jon Drake: What's wrong?
T'pris finishes packing and returns to D'cor's room.
T'pris: ~full support~
T'pris: I want you to have an hour's sleep and then we are going to eat a meal.
T'pris: Do you need help sleeping?
D'cor relaxes as T'pris offers her support again, and starts to let his systems unravel. "I may need help in sleeping, so if you could assist it would be appreciated."
T'pris: ~relaxing~
D'cor closes his eyes and falls asleep, feeling safe in the knowledge that he will have a good transfer this month.
Jon Drake: Would you like something to drink?
T'pris sighs and sits down, pulling out a book and starting to read.
Veraik looks at his book, then puts it away, wondering if Jon knew what he was reading and hoping he didn't. "Come in."
Patrice enters the room.
Patrice: ~trying hard to get field under control~
Patrice: Hajene Sarma is missing. I can't find him anywhere.
Patrice: ~~panic and guilt!~~
Veraik signals for Jon to move closer.
Jon Drake approaches, working to balance the field gradient.
Patrice: I - I'm sorry, Hajene.
Veraik: Calm yourself, Patrice.
Patrice: ~field coming slowly under control~
Veraik: When is the last time you saw him?
Patrice takes a deep breath.
Patrice: About an hour ago. I thought he would be okay. I'd given him a book on channeling to read while I went to check on Katryn. She was in the infirmary unattended for a long time.
Veraik uses Jon to readjust his field.
Katryn starts thinking about what it was like last month and her problems with Mytag.
Katryn decides she can't wait.
Patrice: When I went back Sarma was gone. I can't find him anywhere.
Patrice: ~panic and guilt breaks out again.~
Patrice knows she should not have abandoned her assignment.
Katryn leaves the conference room and heads down the hall.
Veraik: We'll have to organize a search party.
Patrice: Can I help?
Patrice: ~guilt getting stronger~
Veraik: Patrice. You can only be in one place, at one time and Katryn probably needs you as well.
Patrice: But but you told me to stay with Sarma. He's still not happy about being a Sime.
Veraik augments to stand next to Patrice. "Calm yourself." [adjusts the ambient again]
Katryn zlins, starting to worry that her Donor isn't where she was going to be.
Veraik: I know. "Let's go to the lobby and see who is available for the search."
Patrice: ~calming in response to the channel's therapy~
Patrice: Yes, Hajene.
Veraik augments out the door, knowing the Donors will follow him.
Patrice follows the channel and his Donor.
Katryn sees her Donor and hurries toward her.
Veraik sees the clerk. "Call everybody available to search for the new Channel, Sarma. We have to make sure he doesn't try to make it back across the border or does something even worst.
Veraik: Jon Patrice. Search the Gen quarters.
Katryn: I couldn't zlin you!
Katryn: Er... hello, Hajene.
Katryn: What's going on?
Katryn looks around at all of them.
Mytag is in the cafeteria eating.
Jon Drake nods.
Veraik: Katryn. Can you search the grounds for the Sarma?
Patrice senses Katryn's attention and turns to meet her.
Katryn: Ah, of course.
Veraik feels it when his Donor disappears around the corner.
Veraik augments around the Center, zlinning for Sarma's nager.
Patrice looks from Jon Drake to Katryn, obviously torn.
Katryn grabs her Donor, torn.
Katryn: With me.
Patrice envelopes the channel in a strong supportive field.
Patrice: What is it Hajene?
Katryn: Let's go outside and look.
Patrice happily follows Katryn outside.
Mytag sees a channel augment through the cafeteria and wonders what is going on.
Veraik finishes searching the Center at 10th level augmentation then heads outside, directly to the narrowest point in the river.
Veraik sees Patrice. "Anything yet?"
Patrice: Not yet, Hajene.
Sarma is splashing through water trying to cross the river.
Veraik: Get Jon then follow me. I'm going to Low Point.
Veraik augments away.
Jon Drake returns after searching.
Veraik zlins Sarma and races to the Channel.
Veraik: Where are you going?
Sarma turns to face the Controller.
Sarma: ~defiance~
Sarma: Away from here.
Veraik: If you cross that border, they will murder you. You know that.
Sarma nods. "Yes, I know."
Veraik adjusts the ambient to calming patience.
Sarma: ~~despair deep self-loathing!~~
Sarma: ~~resistance~~
Veraik: Sarma. Do you know what you are?
Sarma: Stop that, you Lorsh
Sarma: A monster. I have these
Veraik: Do you understand how valuable you are?
Veraik: No.
Veraik: Not a monster. A Channel.
Sarma looks at his tentacles in loathing.
Veraik: Yes. You have tentacles.
Sarma: Killers are not valuable.
Sarma snarls "That gen got lucky. Next time I'll kill her or someone else."
Veraik: No. You won't.
Sarma: ~~fear self-loathing disbelief~~
Veraik: Look at me. I'm 30 years past change over and I have never killed.
Veraik: I'm a channel.
Sarma attempts to zlin, but is puzzled by the other channel's showfield.
Sarma frowns.
Sarma: Why do you feel like a Gen?
Veraik: That means that I can take selyn from even the most scared gen then give it to a Sime in transfer so that Sime won't have to kill.
Jon Drake gets the message and rushes to find Veraik.
Sarma: ~~liar~~
Veraik: I'm controlling the ambient.
Veraik: You will learn to do it as well.
Sarma: ~???? Doesn't understand Simelan tech talk~
Veraik: You can use your field to help renSimes feel better.
Veraik: Sarma. Close your eyes and listen to what your body is telling you.
Veraik: Can you feel the rabbit on the other side of the shore?
Sarma: You mean that little furry glow?
Veraik: That's it. You are zlinning it.
Sarma opens his eyes in surprise.
Veraik: To zlin is the name for what you are doing.
Sarma: How did I do that?
Sarma: ~~confusion~~
Veraik: With your Sime senses.
Sarma: ~hostility returning~
Veraik: It is a wondrous gift and you can learn to use it to help the ordinary Simes called renSimes.
Sarma: Doesn't matter. I still want to die before I can kill. If you want to help me, shoot me.
Veraik: But you will never kill.
Sarma: Oh yeah? Who's going to stop me?
Veraik: We have special Donors who are not afraid and who give their selyn with great joy.
Veraik zlins Jon.
Jon Drake begins to approach.
Sarma: ~confusion and denial~
Veraik: Jon. Come here.
Veraik: Sarma. Jon is one of those special Gens.
Veraik: Try to zlin him.
Lila comes down the hall and into the lobby.
Jon Drake carefully approaches so as not to upset the ambient.
Veraik swallows his jealousy and keeps his showfield neutral.
Sarma zlins the Donor, then holds hands out in direction of the channel.
Lila picks up all of her paperwork and looks at it, trying to figure out what room she has been assigned to.
Sarma: ~confusion~
Veraik takes his hands. "Come. We will talk."
Sarma pulls away.
Sarma: Explain first.
Mytag heads back through the lobby and sees a young woman looking confused.
Mytag: Hello, can I help you?
Veraik: You have no idea how greatly needed you are in this community.
Sarma snarls. "I said explain."
Sarma: What is....
Veraik: Jon gives his selyn to channels and never dies or gets hurt because he is not afraid.
Sarma looks in confusion from the channel to his Donor and back again.
Veraik wraps a tentacle around Jon's arm and draws comfort from him.
Veraik: We are Channels. We have two systems in our bodies.
Sarma shakes his head.
Veraik: We are able to use one of the systems, the secondary one to store selyn.
Sarma: I mean... you, him, there is something....
Lila: Oh.
Lila: Yes.
Lila: I'm confused.
Sarma raises hands to zlin again.
Lila holds up the key.
Lila: Can you tell me where the Gen quarters are?
Veraik: That is the storage area we use to withour selyn from orginary gens without hurting them and to use that selyn to give transfer to orginary Simes.
Veraik: Yes, there is something.
Mytag: Sure, what number do you have there [looks at it] Ah, you have Eliza's old room.
Veraik: Jon and I are scheduled for transfer next week.
Lila: Oh?
Lila: Eliza.
Mytag: Come on, I'll show you where it is. My name's Mytag.
Lila smiles.
Sarma finally gives his attention to the channel's words.
Sarma: I'm a channel too?
Jon Drake nods in confirmation.
Sarma: What's a transfer?
Sarma: Are you going to kill that Gen?
Mytag: You name is?
Veraik: We have a bond right now which he is using to comfort me, to tell me that I will not die. That he will be there at the right time for me.
Lila: Lila ambrov R'lea.
Veraik: You are a Channel too and no. I am not going to kill the Gen.
Sarma's eyes fill with tears. "I don't have anyone. Even Patrice left me."
Mytag: R'lea! I'm ambrov Naros.
Veraik: He is my Donor and is the most precious person in my life right now.
Sarma: I'll have to kill
Mytag leads her to the selected room.
Mytag: Here it is.
Sarma sobs harder.
Sarma: I don't want to kill.
Veraik: My fault, Sarma.
Lila goes in.
Lila: Oh, my, this is... small.
Lila: But clean.
Lila looks around the room, opening the closet, the bathroom, looking under the bed.
Mytag: Ah yes, no room to swing a cat. But we don't have a cat anymore, so it doesn't matter.
Lila gapes and drops the cover.
Sarma: ~????~
Lila: Oh dear!
Lila blushes.
Jon Drake watches Veraik for the timing of what is to be done.
Veraik: I haven't reworked the schedule yet to assignment a Donor this month to you.
Lila twists her hands together.
Lila: Who did you say had this room?
Sarma: No, not your fault. I shouldn't have come here.
Veraik steps in to the sobbing Channel and wraps tentacles around him in a hug.
Mytag wonders what sort of person worries that much about the cleanliness of a room that the first thing they do is look under the bed.
Sarma: I heard them talking in the hall. You don't have enough... Donors.
Mytag: Young Donor by the name of Eliza, why? What's the matter?
Sarma collapses in Veraik's arms.
Sarma: ~totally exhausted and worn out emotionally~
Lila: Uh....
Lila: I take it she was very happily involved with someone.
Lila smiles weakly.
Veraik augments to pick up the Channel.
Veraik: Come Jon.
Mytag wonders what business that is of hers.
Mytag: Yes, I believe so.
Jon Drake follows.
Lila nods.
Mytag: Well, I'll leave you to unpack. No doubt I'll see you around if you are working here.
Lila bends down and digs under the bed and comes up with two boxes, the lids off.
Mytag smiles at her and heads for the door.
Veraik adjusts the Jon.
Lila: Er... could you perhaps, give these to her?
Veraik: It's nice to have you at my side, Jon.
Lila: I won't need them.
Lila [boxes are filled with contraceptives]
Sarma is totally unresisting.
Mytag turns around and looks at the boxes in Lila's hand.
Mytag: Ah, I'll give them to Mostan. Thanks.
Mytag takes the boxes and leaves.
Lila nods.
Lila moves over to the bed, thinking... wow.
Jon Drake smiles.
Veraik whispers to Sarma as he carries him back. "You are valuable and will never kill."
Sarma: ~desire to believe~
Jon Drake moves to open the door for the two channels.
Sarma is still sobbing into channel's shoulder.
Veraik carries the Channel through and heads for the infirmary.
Sarma: Where are you taking me?
Veraik: Back to the infirmary only until I can get you a Donor and a room assigned.
Sarma: ~resigned acceptance~
Sarma: Promise I won't hurt anyone. I couldn't stand that. I had to kill once.
Veraik: You can hold on for an hour while I make the arrangements, can't you?
Sarma: My brother.
Sarma: Yes. I don't need selyn now, do I?
Veraik: Your brother?
Sarma: I had to shoot my brother. He was Sime... killed my sister then attacked me.
Sarma starts to sob again.
Veraik: No you don't. You won't need another transfer for at least another 26 days. You are safe.
Sarma: ~vast relief~
Veraik hugs him closer. "I'm so sorry. It must have been the hardest thing you have ever done in your life.
Sarma: I never want to kill again. Would rather die first. Please promise me I won't kill again.
Veraik lays him on a bed. "Rest now. I will return as soon as I can with your assignments."
Veraik: You won't kill. You will be trained. You are a Channel.
Veraik: That means that you have more control than renSimes.
Sarma: ~attempting to believe~
Veraik: You won't kill.
Veraik: Are you safe.
Sarma curls into a ball and cries. Apparently is no longer tracking what the other channel is saying.
Veraik backs out of the room, feeling guilty for taking Jon with him.
Veraik: Stay with me Jon.
Veraik: I need you.
Notes:
1) There is a break in the log at this point and it is not clear whether play occurred these two scenes or not. If you are able to supply a log which shows the missing part, please send it to tentacled@aol.com. Thank you. [return]