Sime/Gen Roleplaying: Bender Cove Township Scenario
Episode #240: Training, Anyone? (5/8/98)
Griff comes bouncing up the stairs to the Sime Center.
Griff looks around the lobby, wondering how he could ever have thought it was ooky.
Lanyi is in the lobby picking up paperwork.
Griff thinks it looks kinda boring after BumBum's interesting statuary and Snake's semicondemned mausoleum.
Lanyi: Didn't I just do monthly reports last week?
Griff wanders over to Lanyi.
Griff: Hey, are you the channel taking donations today?
Lanyi looks up. "Hello."
Griff: 'Cause if you are, I gotta donate.
Lanyi: Yes I am. Hajene Lanyi. [holds out hand]
Griff grabs Lanyi's hand and shakes it.
Griff: Griff Gussleman.
Lanyi shakes firmly and briefly.
Lanyi: Pleased to meet you.
Griff thinks Lanyi looks far too much like his teacher to be properly Sime-ooky, even if she does have tentacles.
Lanyi zlins Griff.
Griff: ~~ bored disappointment ~~
Lanyi: So, did you want to donate today?
Griff: Hey, last time I was here, there was a Sime with bloody tentacles, spraying gook all over the lobby.
Griff: Have you got any Simes like that here today?
Griff: ~~ hope ~~
Griff thinks that this place is as quiet and sterile as the library today.
Lanyi makes a point of looking over at the schedule board.
Griff: Or other ooky things?
Lanyi: No, sorry, no changeovers scheduled today.
Griff: My teacher did say that Sime Centers were like hospitals.
Lanyi smiles. ~humor ~~
Griff has recently learned just how delightfully ooky hospitals can be.
Griff: Oh.
Lanyi: And right she was. Sick and injured people come here for medical help and healing.
Griff looks around hopefully.
Griff: Where are they?
Griff: The Gen hospital always has people there.
Lanyi: They are all being treated by other channels if there are any here now.
Griff: Oh.
Lanyi: Well, we aren't quite so busy here.
Griff contemplates endless days without ook, until Mr. BumBum gets back from V'lar.
Lanyi: have you donated before?
Griff: Yeah. To Mr. Mostan.
Griff: But Snake said I had to again.
Lanyi: Ah. And what was your name?
Griff: Griff.
Lanyi looks through the files. "Last name?"
Griff: Gussleman.
Lanyi: Oh yes, you said, I'm sorry.
Lanyi pulls out a file and looks through it. "Have you been well the last month?"
Griff thinks of all the ook he's seen.
Griff: Yeah!
Lanyi zlins Griff again. "Been around Simes a lot?"
Griff: Only Mr. BumBum. And Miz Ferret, a bit.
Griff: Do you know them?
Griff has not yet spent enough time in-Territory to have a real idea just how many Simes there are in Bender Cove.
Lanyi: No, I don't think I've had the pleasure.
Lanyi: I know Hajene Snake, though.
Griff: Miz Ferret lives in a huge, ooky building with a banana in the entrance.
Griff: She looks real ooky.
Lanyi: Ah.
Griff: But Mr. Nick and Mr. Rapol aren't quite so ooky.
Lanyi thinks that sounds like one of those low dives in the porno district. Must be where he ran into Snake on her 'rounds'.
Lanyi: Well, being around them has raised your production a bit.
Griff production?
Lanyi: Would you come with me, please?
Griff generally produces as little as possible, ook excepted.
Griff tags along after Lanyi.
Lanyi goes into a donation room.
Griff keeps his attention on the Sime from force of habit.
Griff: ~~ sorta support ~~
Lanyi is surprised at the support.
Griff gets distracted as he recognizes some of the equipment.
Griff: Hey! That's like what Mr. BumBum uses to treat knife wounds.
Lanyi watches him look around at the equipment.
Lanyi raises her eyebrows. "Really? Where does he work?"
Griff picks up a particularly torturous-looking device and waves it around in demonstration.
Lanyi: Yes it works well for that, too.
Griff remembers Snake berating Eliza.
Griff: Not s'posed to tell.
Lanyi zlins Griff curiously.
Griff: ~~ truth ~~
Lanyi shrugs.
Lanyi goes over to the couch.
Lanyi: Care to sit down?
Griff plops down on the couch.
Griff: Ever thought of putting a banana couch here?
Griff: With straps?
Lanyi: A banana couch? ~~ puzzled ~~
Griff bounces at the idea.
Griff: Yeah. Miz Ferret has one.
Lanyi: Straps? What would it need straps for?
Griff shrugs.
Griff: Just straps. They don't hold a lunch basket.
Griff considers.
Lanyi: Ah. Well we don't do that sort of thing in here.
Griff: I suppose you could use them to tie people up.
Lanyi: [hastily] We never tie people up here. Donating is always completely voluntary.
Lanyi silently curses all those out-T rumors.
Griff: Oh.
Griff: ~~ disappointment ~~
Lanyi wonders what sort of corrupting influences this young man has been subject to.
Lanyi thinks maybe Snake will know who this "Ferret" is.
Griff: Mr. BumBum has a picture of a person tied to a couch.
Lanyi: Anyway, shall we proceed with the donation?
Griff: Oh. Yeah.
Griff had almost forgot about that.
Griff holds out his hands.
Lanyi reminds herself that Griff is legally an adult in-T, whatever they might think back home.
Lanyi takes Griff's arms.
Lanyi wraps tentacles around his arms.
Griff looks down, thinking that BumBum makes it much ookier.
Griff: ~~ faint frustration ~~
Lanyi makes lateral contact and zlins Griff carefully.
Griff 's interest in the proceedings perks up a bit at the ooky lateral contact.
Lanyi: Are you ready Griff?
Griff: Sure.
Lanyi leans forward to make lip contact.
Griff holds still, wishing donating was as ooky as BumBum's transfer was.
Griff thinks it's unfair that the Simes keep all the ook to themselves.
Lanyi draws selyn carefully from the GN-3 level.
Lanyi reaches the end and cautiously tries the GN-2 level.
Griff: ~~ alternating boredom and semi-support ~~
Griff remembers that Mr. BumBum works faster when Griff keeps his attention on him, and concentrates on Lanyi to see if the same holds for donating.
Griff: ~~ increased support ~~
Lanyi drains the GN-2 level surprised at how blasé Griff is.
Lanyi zlins the support and decides to risk trying the GN-1 level.
Griff remembers that this is the closest thing to ook he's going to see until Mr. BumBum gets back from V'lar, and tries to savor the moment, sort of.
Lanyi draws the GN-1 all the way down, zlinning no resistance.
Lanyi breaks lip contact and leans back.
Griff sees that Lanyi is done.
Griff: ~~ moderate frustration due to a deficiency of ook ~~
Griff: I don't think even my sister would mind that.
Griff: ~~ disappointed ~~
Lanyi smiles "Congratulations! You are now qualified as a First Level General Class Donor."
Griff: Is that ooky?
Griff believes in keeping things simple.
Lanyi: Not especially, but it pays better.
Griff: Oh.
Lanyi withdraws her tentacles and hands him a towel.
Griff thinks it over, then decides that well-paying has its points, even if it isn't as delightful as ook.
Griff takes the towel and holds it, a bit perplexed.
Lanyi starts writing. "You know, you might consider training as a Technical Class Donor. I think you'd have a talent for it."
Griff: What's a Technical Class Donor?
Griff distrusts anything with the word "class" in it.
Lanyi: Those are professional Donors who work for the Tecton full time, helping channels.
Lanyi: Did Hajene Mostan have a Gen helping him last time?
Griff thinks "work" is a four letter word--one of his more accurate spellings.
Griff: Umm...
Griff: I think so, but she works for Miz Ferret, not the Tecton.
Lanyi: Just mentioning it.
Lanyi: She does?
Lanyi: Eliza you mean?
Griff: Yeah, I think that's her name.
Griff: She's a bit ooky, even if she is a girl.
Lanyi: I thought she was working for Hajene Wise Snake now.
Griff: That's what I said. Snake Ferret.
Lanyi raises her eyebrows again. "Is that her last name?"
Griff: Yeah. She's called that 'cause she looks like a weasel, I s'pose.
Lanyi: If you say so. ~~ dubious ~~
Lanyi tears off the voucher copies. "Here you are."
Griff takes his voucher and looks at it.
Griff: ~~ surprise ~~
Griff: That's a lot more than last time.
Lanyi: Yup. GN-1's give a lot more selyn.
Griff starts to think of all the ook he can buy with so much more cash.
Griff: ~~ happy ~~
Lanyi gets up. "Thank you for donating today. Will we see you next month?"
Griff: Maybe.
Griff isn't sure if Snake plans to insist that he do this every month.
Lanyi: And how about your sister?
Griff: What about her?
Lanyi: You said she wouldn't mind donating.
Griff thinks about it.
Griff: Well, she's kinda scared by Simes.
Griff: She doesn't like ooky things.
Lanyi sighs. "So many people are, and they shouldn't be."
Griff: Yeah. Ooky things are neat. Like guts.
Lanyi: If you say so.
Lanyi goes towards the door.
Griff follows Lanyi, still holding his towel.
Lanyi: Anyway, did you want anything else? Have any questions?
Griff: Naw.
Griff can't wait for Mr. BumBum to come back.
Lanyi: Ok. Thank you again.
Griff bounces off in the direction of the bursar's office.
Lanyi goes to the lobby, finishing her paperwork and trying to sort out what Griff said about Snake and strapped bananas.
Linn opens the lobby door and peers inside, tensed to run if any hyperconscious renSimes move in her direction.
Linn is relieved when she sees only Lanyi.
Linn comes into the lobby.
Linn: Hello, Lanyi.
Lanyi tosses the file back into the 'To be filed" basket.
Lanyi: Hello Linn. How are you doing?
Linn: Well enough, although children always get hard to manage in the spring.
Linn: ~~ very high field ~~
Lanyi retracts her handling tentacles.
Linn: They'd much rather be outside playing then studying indoors--and who can blame them?
Lanyi: That's how I always felt at their age.
Lanyi: I'm glad winter is finally over. Fewer falling injuries.
Linn: They'll be replaced with sunburn, sprains, and broken bones, soon enough.
Lanyi: True.
Lanyi: So the new job is working out then?
Lila comes out of the Gen quarters and into the lobby.
Linn: Yes....
Lila is a Second Order Donor who just gave transfer to Ison yesterday and is brand new to the Center.
Linn starts a bit at the entrance of another person into the lobby, and tentatively relaxes again when the newcomer appears to be 1) Gen and 2) at least mostly sane.
Lanyi: Hello Sosu ... Lila, isn't it?
Lila sees a channel and a donor as she enters.
Lila: Yes. Yes, it is.
Lila nods.
Lila: Hajene Lanyi.
Lila look to the Gen.
Lanyi: This is Linn Haskins.
Lila nods politely.
Linn nods in Lila's direction.
Lanyi: Linn, Lila, a new Donor here.
Linn: Pleased to meet you.
Lila looks around wondering why there isn't another Donor here for the channel.
Lila: And you.
Lila: I hope I'm not interrupting your donation.
Linn's field flares nervousness at the word "donation".
Lila: I was coming out to see if I had been added to the work roster yet.
Lanyi zlins Linn subtly.
Linn gets herself under control, sort of.
Lanyi: I don't think so. But you can help me, if you like.
Lila: Oh.
Lila is surprised, but glad to help out a First.
Lila cautiously offers what support a Second Order low field Donor can.
Lanyi smiles at Lila and relaxes against her nager.
Linn finds Lila's presence a bit reassuring, but then remembers that it was Mytag who drugged her last time she tried to donate.
Linn decides not to accept any food or drink while at the Center.
Lanyi: Did you want to donate today Linn?
Linn: Yes.
Linn: ~~ increased tension ~~
Lanyi: Ah. Well I'm on duty right now, if you'd like me to.
Lila realizes that Linn is something more than just a regular donor, and is a bit embarrassed at her assumption.
Linn: Thank you.
Lanyi smiles. "My pleasure."
Lanyi goes over to the file cabinet.
Lanyi pulls out Linn's file.
Linn thinks optimistically that this is going better than usual--she hasn't been stalked yet.
Lanyi: If you'll come with me?
Lila moves up behind Lanyi to follow her wondering what is going on with this donor.
Linn follows Lanyi, flaring momentary relief when they exit the lobby without disasters.
Lanyi leads down to a donation room and goes in.
Lanyi puts the file down.
Lila ~~ professional desire to help ~~
Linn swallows at the sight of the "tentacle chair".
Lanyi looks over the room, seeing that everything is in order.
Linn wonders why they always manage to pick the room Snake used for her first, terrifying "blackmail" donation.
Lanyi goes over to sit down.
Linn sits next to Lanyi.
Lila moves with them, taking up her position.
Lila is a bit concerned by Linn and curious as well.
Lila is tempted for a moment to read the chart... perhaps... after the donation.
Linn holds out her hands like an experienced donor, while displaying the obvious tension of a first-time donor.
Lanyi holds out her arms. "Whenever you're ready."
Linn hesitates for only an instant, then lets her hands rest lightly on Lanyi's arms.
Lanyi carefully puts wraps her tentacles around Linn's arms lightly.
Lanyi pauses to zlin her reaction before extending laterals.
Linn: ~~ no increase or decrease in tension ~~
Lila concentrates on Lanyi working to allow Lanyi ease.
Lanyi leans against Lila as she make lateral contact and leans forward.
Linn allows Lanyi to make lip contact without flinching--much.
Lila shifts a bit closer.
Lanyi starts drawing smoothly.
Linn holds still.
Lanyi draws the GN-3 and moves into the GN-2.
Linn thinks this is going a bit better than last time.
Lanyi drains the GN-1 level.
Lila thinks this is going much better than she had first thought it would.
Linn starts violently at the sudden, sickening draining sensation.
Lanyi stops immediately.
Lanyi breaks lip contact.
Linn has instinctively pulled back against Lanyi's grasp, but stops pulling when Lanyi breaks lip contact.
Lanyi: I'm sorry Linn.
Linn: That's all right. Happens every time.
Lila wonders what went wrong.
Lanyi: It's over. Can you hold still while I let go?
Linn nods shortly.
Lila realizes Linn must be a simephobe and wonders why she donates.
Lanyi withdraws her laterals and then her handling tentacles.
Linn holds still.
Lanyi reaches for a towel and hands it to her. "I thought Snake had qualified you as GN-1."
Linn: Well, she said she did, and Hajene Veraik seemed to think so, too.
Linn: But ever since then, I've been feeling that awful draining right at the end.
Linn takes the towel and wipes her arms clean absently.
Lanyi: That was when I was approaching the barriers to your TN levels.
Linn thinks through the math for a moment, calming considerably as she does so, then nods.
Lila wonders if Hajene Lanyi can help her get over that fear.
Linn: I think I see.
Linn: Snake asked me once about working with a channel she'd recruited....
Lanyi purses her lips.
Lanyi: Well, in a transfer there are other sensations by that point....
Linn: ~~ academic curiosity ~~
Linn: There must be something more than that, or Nick wouldn't have been so eager for it.
Linn has always thought that Nick was more than a little mentally disturbed, for precisely that reason, however.
Lanyi: It's one of those things that can't really be adequately described.
Lanyi: Have you ever felt a desire for it?
Linn: How could I feel a desire for something I've never experienced, and which can't be described?
Linn: ~~ confusion ~~
Lanyi sighs. "You'd know it if you had, Linn."
Linn wonders how she's supposed to know whether she's experienced an indescribable, indefinable something.
Linn: All I know is that I can feel the...hunger...every time a Sime in need looks at me.
Lila wouldn't describe it as hunger...
Lanyi: A hunger? Your own hunger for something?
Linn: No. The Sime's hunger for me.
Lanyi: May I zlin it?
Linn: Umm...
Linn: I suppose so.
Linn figures that with Lanyi around, whatever needy Sime she can find won't be allowed to attack.
Lanyi projects ~~ Need ~~
Linn jumps at the sudden blast of Sime-hunger.
Lanyi zlins her reaction.
Linn: ~~ response/fear ~~
Lanyi resumes a neutral showfield.
Lanyi: I see. Your body is responding but your heart isn't.
Linn calms down as the hungry feeling eases.
Linn shrugs.
Linn: I never wanted to be a Donor, that's true.
Lila thinks that is awful...never wanting to be a Donor.
Lanyi: Linn. I think you could give transfer and survive it. But frankly I don't think it would be a good transfer. Not now.
Linn thinks that any transfer she survived would be good enough for her.
Lanyi: Snake may not agree with my evaluation.
Linn: Snake... is no longer interested in me.
Linn: ~~ sadness ~~
Lila wonders if she ever will.
Lanyi scowls at hearing that Snake has abandoned this poor woman she dragged into her world.
Linn: I still see Nick occasionally, but Snake keeps him busy most of the time.
Lanyi: She would. Who is this Rapple I've heard about?
Linn: Another Donor who works with Snake, so Nick doesn't have to work more than ten hours or so in a day.
Lanyi: Yeah Farries usually run Donors ragged.
Lila smiles slightly.
Lanyi: How is she doing, do you know?
Lanyi remembers to start on her paperwork.
Linn shakes her head.
Linn: I haven't seen Nick in weeks, so I assume she's busy. Other than that....
Linn shrugs.
Lanyi: Ah.
Lanyi tries to think of how to change the subject.
Lila wonders who this Snake person is and why Lanyi hasn't talked to her herself.
Lila goes over and gets the chart and brings it back to Lanyi.
Lila: Here you are, Hajene.
Lanyi: Thank you Lila.
Lanyi starts writing.
Lanyi: So what do you do when you're not teaching or donating Linn?
Veraik waits in his office for Patrice to arrive. [eyebrows furrowing and tentacles twitching in agitation]
Linn: Teaching doesn't leave much time for other things, but now that the weather's warmed up, I do go over to the park to watch the ducks swim in the pond.
Patrice: ~~Patrice's nager rather nervous outside Veraik's office door~~
Patrice knocks gently on door.
Lanyi: They are fond of stale bread, as I recall.
Veraik slows stands and walks to the door.
Veraik: Come in, Patrice.
Linn: Yes. And with just me, I'm finding myself with a lot of it.
Patrice obeys slowly.
Patrice: You sent for me Hajene?
Veraik waves a tentacle towards a chair. "Sit."
Lanyi tears off the copies.
Lanyi: Here you go Linn.
Patrice obeys.
Lanyi: Again, I'm sorry for causing you discomfort.
Patrice: ~~field moves to neutral controlled trying not to hurt the channel~~
Veraik sits behind his desk wishing that Jon was with him but knowing it was probably better that he isn't since this is a private affair.
Linn takes the voucher.
Linn: Thank you.
Lila watches Linn curiously.
Veraik zlins Patrice.
Linn sees Lila watching her and looks back, raising an interrogative eyebrow.
Patrice: ~guilt and discomfort she is trying to control~
Lanyi: It's good to see you're doing well, Linn, I was wondering.
Veraik looks in Patrice's eyes. "Have you been enjoying your time with Katryn, your assigned channel?
Lila looks at Lanyi, wondering what that meant.
Patrice: ~surge of happiness~
Patrice: Yes Hajene I have. She is wonderful.
Linn: Perhaps we'll meet again before too long.
Veraik: Good. I am glad. [stern look]
Patrice: ~stab of fear~
Veraik: Would you like to continue to be assigned to Katryn?
Patrice: ~fear getting worse~
Lanyi: I hope so Linn.
Lanyi gets up.
Patrice whispers "yes, I would. Please don't take her away from me now."
Veraik: I zlin your fear. Control it.
Linn stands also.
Patrice: ~repentance...field coming under control again~
Patrice: Sorry Hajene.
Lila takes the chart and falls in behind Lanyi.
Veraik: Patrice. You are a Donor. A special Gen who has the ability to take care of Channels... all Channels. But you didn't take care of the Channel which needed you the most yesterday. Can you explain to me why that happened?
Lanyi: Thank you for donating Linn. And for trusting me to do it.
Linn nods, appreciating the sentiment, even though they both know that Linn has no choice in the matter.
Patrice: I - I....I was worried about Katryn. I know I shouldn't have left Sarma and I am sorry.
Lila idly opens the chart and glances through it... and is not too surprised by what she sees.
Patrice: But I also knew she was alone in the infirmary.
Lanyi: Anyway, until next time then?
Patrice pauses and bows her head.
Veraik: Yes, but Patrice. Katryn is a trained Channel. Sarma just changed over.
Linn nods.
Linn: Until next time.
Veraik: And Sarma is from out Territory.
Patrice: ~unable to control guilt and feelings of sorrow~
Veraik: He is and was scared and you abandoned him.
Patrice gasps. "I didn't know that."
Lanyi nods and heads back to the lobby.
Patrice: He was asking a lot of questions so I gave him a book. I thought that would keep him happy for a few minutes.
Veraik: When a channel has assigned you to care for someone, you are there charge until another can take over.
Linn heads down the hall to the bursar's, intending to go out by the back door rather than braving the lobby again.
Veraik: A book is good. Was it in Simelan?
Patrice: No, I found one in English. A kid's book I think. Easy to understand.
Lila goes to put the chart up.
Veraik: Good. That was a good start.
Patrice sighs. "I guess I wasn't reading him very well. I had no idea he would run."
Veraik: No. I guess not.
Patrice: I thought he was interested enough in learning about channels to stay put for a few minutes.
Veraik: I know, but new Out-T channels are usually scared and need to be attended all the time.
Veraik: This should be a good lesson for you.
Patrice: ~guilt sadness~
Patrice: I'd never attended an out-t channel before. I'm very sorry, Controller.
Veraik: Katryn wants to qualify you for Second so you must learn.
Patrice: It won't happen again.
Patrice: ~stab of happiness~
Veraik: I zlin your sincerity.
Patrice: I know. I hope I can do it.
Patrice: ~doubt~
Patrice smiles.
Patrice: ~gratitude at channel's understanding~
Veraik nods. "Good."
Veraik: Now before you leave, I need you to help me.
Patrice: Are you going to punish me, Controller?
Patrice: ~I deserve it~
Patrice: How can I help you?
Veraik: My Donor is getting some sleep and I am very stressed.
Patrice: ~surprise~ You want me to ?????
Veraik: I want to teach you to do an outfunction. Can you do it?
Patrice: I'm not sure what that is. 1
Veraik's tentacles tighten in their sheathes.
Veraik: But are you willing? ~ zlins for truth ~
Patrice: But yes, for you I can do anything..Well, except serve your need.
Patrice rises and going around the desk, gently touches the channel on his shoulder making nageric contact.
Veraik nods. "Join me on the transfer couch then."
Patrice: I am willing to do whatever you require.
Patrice: ~happiness~
Patrice complies with Controller's directions.
Veraik sits on the couch then holds tentacles out and waits for Patrice to offer her arms.
Patrice goes into a Donor's functional mode and puts her arms out for channel.
Veraik wraps tentacles.
Patrice: ~wants to do some work first, but is afraid to ask~
Patrice smiles at channel's touch.
Veraik: I need you to provide resistance.
Patrice: Ah! You need to balance your fields?
Veraik: I am simply going to lay my head on your shoulder and use your body and its selyn source to adjust my systems.
Patrice: Yes hajene.
Veraik: That's right.
Patrice: ~relaxed support and steadiness~
Veraik: Are you ready?
Patrice: Whenever you are hajene ~very happy to be helping a channel~
Patrice: ~steady strong support~
Patrice says very quietly "are you all right Hajene?"
Veraik pushes and pulls his field to adjust his systems then reluctantly sits up and looks at her before releasing her.
Patrice smiles warmly. ~intensity of support subsiding just a little~
Veraik: I'm all right. Thank you.
Patrice: Then may I...? [Tentatively reaches for the channel's arms again]
Veraik zlins Patrice. "What?
Patrice: You are still tense. Let me work just a little. I'm not your Donor but perhaps I can help.
Veraik zlins her then nods and allows her to work.
Patrice gently strokes Veraik's tentacles while protecting a steady soothing relaxed field.
Veraik holds his breath as the sensations of the Donor ride over his body.
Patrice begins to softly hum a Tecton lullaby.
Veraik relaxes. "My Mom used to sing that song."
Patrice smiles.
Patrice: They taught it to me at Rialite. I worked in the nursery in my spare time.
Veraik: It's a nice song.
Veraik's systems lock onto Patrice's for an instant.
Veraik suddenly sits up and quickly withdraws his tentacles.
Patrice: ~pulls back just a little not withdrawing but not encouraging either~
Veraik: Thank you.
Patrice: Oops, I'm sorry Hajene.
Veraik: I'm fine now. ~ fear ~
Patrice: ~returns to neutrality~
Patrice: Shall I go for your Donor, Hajene?"
Veraik nods. "Please. Thank you."
Patrice nods and leaves the room quietly.
Veraik stops her at the door. "Come back tomorrow."
Patrice turns with a question in her eyes.
Patrice: Yes Hajene.
Veraik: I want you to work with a renSime.
Patrice: ~strong fear~~
Patrice: If if you wish, Controller.
Veraik: Control your fear.
Patrice has a lot of fear in her eyes.
Veraik: I will be with you.
Patrice takes a deep breath bringing field under control.
Patrice: ~desperate to leave now~
Patrice: Let me go find Jon.
Veraik: If you do not learn to control your fear of renSimes then I will be forced to wash you out of the Donor's program.
Veraik: You are too good to waste. Remember that.
Patrice's eyes fill with tears.
Patrice: Yes yes Controller.
Patrice: ~resignation mixed with fear~
Veraik: You'll do fine. I have faith in you, Patrice.
Patrice: Can I go now Controller? You really do need Jon.
Patrice locates Jon and tells him he is wanted by the Controller.
Patrice: Knowing that Katryn is fond of working in the conference room she goes there first and bursts into the room yelling "Kat, Kat!"
Katryn jumps a foot in the air.
Patrice bursts into tears when she sees her channel.
Katryn: [papers go everywhere]
Patrice: ~fear~
Katryn is plunged into depression then shaken with fear and collapses back into her chair.
Patrice: [sobs] "Sorry."
Katryn grabs her head.
Patrice eyes widen at Kat's reaction.
Patrice: Oh NO!
Katryn gasps and then forces herself hypo.
Katryn goes duo cautiously.
Katryn: What's the matter, Patrice?
Katryn ~~ concern ~~~
Patrice says very cautiously, "the Controller, he... he...." [Unbidden tears begin to fall]
Katryn, who doesn't really know the Controller, stares in wide eyed worry.
Katryn: He what?
Katryn ~~ concern to worry ~~~
Patrice: ~losing control of field~
Patrice: He he wants me to work with renSimes.
Patrice: ~intense fear~
Katryn drops back hypo, reeling.
Katryn: So, what's the matter with that, Patrice?
Katryn rubs at a sudden headache.
see note 2
Katryn: Kill?
Katryn shakes her head.
Katryn: Patrice, we have very few junct renSimes around.
Patrice: Yes. renSimes Kill people. They scare me.
Patrice gets her field under control and moves to Kat's side.
Katryn reaches out and takes Patrice's hand.
Katryn: Why don't you tell me what is bothering you?
Patrice: ~strong support mixed with fear~
Katryn: Just calm down.
Katryn: Tell me why they scare you so much.
Patrice starts to massage the back of channel's neck.
Katryn: Stop that...come here.
Katryn pulls Patrice down into a chair next to her.
Patrice: One tried to kill me. Hurt me a lot.
Katryn's eyes widen.
Katryn: I see.
Katryn: Now.
Patrice: I would have died except that a Hajene Michale found me.
Katryn turns so she can face her.
Katryn: And that's why you can serve channels?
Katryn: But are afraid of renSimes?
Patrice: Yes. Channels don't hurt people. Hajene Michale saved my life and sat up all night making me feel better.
Patrice impulsively hugs her channel.
Patrice: ~warm feelings of gratitude~
Katryn blinks.
Katryn: Ah... okay.
Katryn: I'm sure he realizes that and only wants to help you.
Katryn: I mean, a man of his advanced years would surely have experience with Donors.
Patrice: But renSimes can kill me. And I don't want to die.
Katryn: And you aren't going to die.
Katryn: The Controller wouldn't assign you to someone like that.
Patrice: But but what if I get attacked? I couldn't stop him the last time.
Katryn: Patrice. You saw what you just did to me. That would floor a renSime.
Patrice shakes her head in defiance.
Patrice: Nope! You are a channel. I know how to control a channel. A renSime is different.
Katryn sighs, quite unsure how to handle an uppity Donor.
Patrice suddenly realizes what she has said.
Patrice: Sorry Hajene I didn't mean it that way.
Patrice: I just meant....
Katryn looks at Patrice, hurt.
Katryn: It doesn't matter.
Patrice: I'd never control you, not really, I just meant I....
Patrice: I can keep a channel from killing me. I'm trained for that. But a renSime is different.
Katryn: Okay.
Katryn: I'll talk to Hajene Veraik for you.
Katryn: Now, why don't we go for some lunch?
Katryn stands.
Patrice: Tha - thank you Hajene. Lunch is a good idea.
Katryn walks out with Patrice in tow.
Notes:
1) Patrice is evidently either just out of Donor training, or still receiving it. [return]
2) Some lines are missing here. If you are able to supply a log containing the missing lines, please send it to tentacled@aol.com. Thank you. [return]
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