Sime~Gen Roleplaying: District Controller's Office Scenario
Episode #12: Birds (3/26/99)
Arat reads the ragged, mud stained letter and turns purple with... er... self-control.
Beni: ~~ concern ~~
Beni: Is something wrong, Arat?
Arat: Why, that... [takes deep breaths]
Arat: It's Naros again.
Beni steps up his support, making it ~~ calming ~~
Arat hands Beni the letter, which essentially claims that due to the very bad road conditions between Capitol and Naros, his previous communication was illegible, could it please be resent? 1
Arat: [admidst a plenitude of blather about eagerness to please and such]
Beni's short tenure with Arat has already taught him that Arat and Naros are not a compatible combination.
Arat: Why can he not do one single thing according to the usual method?
Beni: Road conditions? Did the postal courier fall off her horse or something?
Arat: No! [snarls]
Arat: Of course she didn't.
Arat: Nor did the one bringing this letter back.
Beni looks at the smeared mud.
Arat: He's playing me for a fool, and I will not have it.
Arat is clearly furious, which is a step better than he would have been without Beni's calming influence.
Beni scans the legible portions of the message again.
Beni: Perhaps Tiarala might be able to straighten out the matter if she goes in person?
Beni knows better that to suggest that Jeniard be sent.
Arat: No, Tiarala is... [pauses, looking at Beni speculatively]
Arat: ...busy this week, [ends in a different tone of voice]
Beni: I see.
Beni: Perhaps you could summon Sectuib Riyyh to come and explain himself in person?
Arat: Impossible. The only way to get him to Capitol is to bring him by force, and that opens up a whole new world of difficulties.
Arat actually looks rather sick at the thought of what havoc the persuasive Sectuib Naros could wreak in his domain if he were brought here.
Arat: [particularly his human domain]
Beni thinks it over.
Arat: No, somebody must go.
Arat: You can be spared, for a short time.
Arat: It's early enough.
Beni: Me?
Arat: And you'll be eager to return in a timely fashion, unlike some others.
Beni lets some ~~ astonishment ~~ show through his support.
Arat: Unless you don't think you are up to the task?
Beni: But what will you do for support while I'm gone?
Arat flicks a dismissive hand. "I'll find somebody."
Arat means he'll find somebody for the times he isn't using Jeniard.
Arat: You will only be gone three or four days, after all.
Beni: Barring bad weather and trail accidents, yes.
Beni: Just how do you want the problem approached?
Arat: Stay out of his bed, for starters.
Arat appears to be perfectly serious.
Arat: And get some kind of explanation for the selyn usage figures he submitted.
Arat: This is the first time we've had anything on paper for Naros since I became Controller, the first time we've had any kind of leverage at all.
Arat: If they've lied, well... it may be possible to obtain additional resources for bringing them into line.
Beni: So I'm to discover exactly what the true figures are?
Arat: Or at least some sort of explanation for the ones they gave.
Arat: If the explanation is patently false, well, that will be nearly as good as the true figures.
Arat doesn't think this way naturally - his inclination is to believe exact figures are the only way to go in all cases - however, he's been beating his head against the Naros wall for long enough to be willing to grasp at whatever.
Beni nods.
Beni: That could take time, if Sectuib Riyyh is as slippery as he's rumored to be.
Beni: ~~ concern ~~
Beni: Are you sure you wouldn't rather wait until after our transfer?
Arat: You will return if you cannot obtain the information.
Beni: I will give it a full day.
Beni doesn't want to spend more, since with travel time it's already way too much.
Arat nods shortly.
Beni is also fairly sure that given such a limitation, and Arat's probable state after days without a Donor, he won't be penalized too severely if unsuccessful.
Beni: Very well. It will take me an hour to pack and arrange for a horse, and then I'll be on my way.
Beni: Who will work with you this afternoon?
Arat nods. Good. And remember what I said about... [winces at the combination of what he was about to say, and Beni's making him think of Jeniard]
Arat: I'll find somebody. [pushes the thoughts away in fine Farris denial fashion]
Beni, who had started to stand up, sits down again.
Beni: A half hour won't make any difference, really. I can wait until my substitute arrives.
Beni: ~~ firm ~~
Arat stares at him for a moment, then relents with an effort.
Arat: That will be fine.
Beni: ~~ approval of Arat's being sensible for once ~~
Darrel is just finishing changing the dressing on the legs and feet of a seven year old girl.
Darrel: ...and so the chocolate chicken defeated the evil garden gnome, and brought peace to the whole Territory, and everybody was so happy that it seemed there were shooting stars every night.
Lemuse sits quietly supporting Darrel, and grinning internally at the story.
Darrel has inked a crude bird on his sterile disposable coat, and pinned the "I love chocolate" pin to it.
Darrel: And that's why I have this picture on my coat.
Darrel sneaks a tentacle into the coat's pocket.
Darrel: And you can tell it's true, because if you look up verrrry carefully, and think about the chocolate chicken, you can see a shooting star, too.
Darrel: Try it.
Darrel manages to look about as sincere as is practical, when wearing a face mask.
Darrel watches his client look up at the ceiling, and holds up the chocolate star he palmed (tentacled?) out of his pocket.
Darrel: Whoooooosh!
Darrel makes the star "fall" into the girl's mouth.
Darrel: And that's for my good girl!
Darrel looks over at Lemuse and winks.
Mileay walks through the room, smiling at the kids and making his way toward Darrel and Lemuse.
Mileay is a big jolly fellow with a beard and what appears to be a very large, well formed and plentiful Gen nager.
Darrel zlins his patient's childish nager critically as she eats the treat, and decides that she is at least in better psychological condition than she was in when he arrived.
Lemuse waves to Mileay as he approaches.
Darrel: Tomorrow, I'll tell you about the chocolate chicken's friend, the rabbit king, and how he helped the chocolate chicken avert disaster. Would you like to hear that?
Mileay smiles at Lemuse, seeing the other two are engaged in a conversation, and unobtrusively asks Lemuse in sign language whether she could use a break.
Darrel grins at the girl's eagerness, and pats her (unburned) hand.
Darrel: You be good, then, and get strong.
Lemuse would like to say yes or no to Mileay, but she can hardly make a decision of this importance with Darrel steadfastly refusing to notice Mileay's presence.
Lemuse signals to him to hold on for a moment.
Mileay nods.
Darrel waits until the girl closes her eyes, then turns to nod at Mileay.
Mileay: Hello, Hajene Darrel. How is your young patient today?
Mileay always sounds like he is about to burst into the ho-ho-ho's of a holiday spirit.
Mileay's nager always zlins like that too.
Darrel puts a finger to his mouth to indicate quiet, and walks towards the door, gesturing for the two Gens to proceed him out of the room.
Mileay waves to the other kids as he leaves.
Lemuse follows him.
Darrel closes the door behind them, and leans back against the wall.
Darrel: ~~ exhaustion ~~
Darrel looks at Mileay.
Lemuse, who has not altered or lessened her support, remains near to Darrel.
Darrel: She may make it, if she doesn't get an infection.
Darrel nods thanks at Lemuse.
Mileay looks pleased.
Mileay: Well, that's great, Hajene Darrel.
Mileay would probably make a great cheerleader, or maybe a pep rally announcer.
Darrel looks at Mileay speculatively.
Darrel: Tell me, how are you at drawing animals?
Mileay: Gosh, Hajene Darrel, what would you require me for? You're a pretty good artist yourself.
Mileay indicates the chicken on Darrel's uniform.
Darrel looks down at the fowl of indeterminate gender and species, then shrugs.
Mileay: That pelican is great!
Darrel: It's supposed to be a chicken.
Mileay: My fault. [chuckles] I should really put on my glasses.
Mileay pats his pockets for the nonexistent pair.
Mileay's boundless cheer does not appear to have been affected by the mistake.
Darrel: The bird was bad enough, but I'm afraid my meager skills don't extend to rabbits.
Darrel finds himself wondering how Riyyh is doing, for some strange reason.
Darrel reaches up belatedly to remove his face mask.
Mileay: I think I saw a stuffed bunny in the gift shop. How about you and I go take a look, while you're on break?
Darrel: Umm, sure.
Darrel: ~~ courage ~~
Mileay: Sosu Lemuse there looks like she could use a cup of coffee and, um, [doesn't say, a 3 hour nap]
Lemuse: Thanks, Sosu Mileay. [dryly]
Darrel: Go ahead and take care of yourself, Lemuse. I'll be fine.
Lemuse grins.
Darrel: ~~ bravado ~~
Lemuse: I know you will.
Lemuse: Meet you back here in half hour?
Darrel: Sure.
Lemuse: ~~ boundless optimism ~~
Lemuse: OK. See you then.
Darrel's spine evolves to cartilage firmness at the vote of confidence.
Lemuse gives Darrel's nager over to Mileay, smoothly enough.
Mileay: Boy, they sure do appreciate all the extra help in the children's burn unit, Hajene Darrel.
Mileay is just naturally really enthusiastic about the good things in life.
Mileay: I've heard three different people say really nice things about you.
Darrel: You have?
Darrel is genuinely ~~ astonished ~~
Mileay's nager supports Darrel with the nageric equivalent of a rubber raft filled with water floating just below a lake's surface.
Mileay: Yes, why just the other day Hajene Ananda said the kids look forward to seeing you.
Mileay: And Controller Arat, well,
Darrel flinches.
Darrel: He's discovered that I deface the uniform?
Mileay: Not yet. [winks]
Darrel: ~~ relief ~~
Darrel: He always looks like he just changed into a clean uniform.
Mileay supports Darrel [picture a slinky held up just by the two ends] as they walk toward the gift shop.
Darrel strips off his sterile jacket, which is showing signs of use and abuse (over and above the chicken/pelican) after less than a month's use.
Mileay booms with laughter at Darrel's comment.
Mileay: Well, I'm sure he'd appreciate your saying so.
Shop Twit sits behind the counter of the gift shop, presiding over an assortment of chilled flower cases, bins of stuffed animals, and goofy knickknacks.
Darrel smiles at the Twit.
Darrel: Hello, Narline. We were wondering if we could borrow one of your rabbits for a few minutes.
Darrel met the Twit shortly after his arrival, since the goofy chocolate flyballs were the only source of decent chocolate available in the building.
Narline: Hi, Darrel, [groans] more chocolate again?
Narline digs in her diminishing supply.
Darrel looks shocked.
Darrel: No, no. You can't borrow chocolate.
Mileay goes over to dig in the animal bins.
Darrel: Or at least, I've never heard of anyone who wanted it back, once I was done with it.
Darrel winks.
Narline's normally scowling lips quirk into a half-smile.
Darrel: Actually, we wanted to draw a rabbit on this coat.
Darrel shows Narline his artwork.
Narline: You trying to get yourself repped?
Narline means reprimanded.
Darrel looks over his shoulder in case Arat has made an unprecedented trip to the gift shop.
Darrel: No, but it distracts the kids when I'm working on them.
Narline: Hey, that's kinda good. A flamingo, innit?
Darrel sighs.
Darrel: It's supposed to be a chicken.
Narline: I thought that pink stuff was... oh.
Narline looks dubious.
Narline: Well, it does kind of look like a chicken now that you mention it....
Darrel: I'm not much of an artist, I'm afraid.
Darrel: And I could only find a red marker.
Mileay: There's yellow and blue.
Mileay holds up two stuffed bunnies by the ears, one in each hand.
Darrel inspects the toys.
Narline: Whatcha going to do with the rabbits? [looks like she isn't sure she wants to know]
Mileay: Or here's a brown one with a yellow belly.
Darrel looks at the rabbits.
Darrel: Narline....
Darrel: ~~ coy ~~
Darrel: I don't suppose you have colored markers back there, do you?
Narline: Oh, no, you don't!
Narline crosses her arms.
Darrel: But who ever heard of a red rabbit?
Mileay puts down a rabbit and picks up a stuffed chicken.
Mileay: You know....
Darrel: And I promised the kids a story about a rabbit king and his adventures with the chocolate chicken.
Mileay: This is your lucky season. With the spring toys in, you could....
Darrel looks at the chicken dubiously.
Darrel: Is it autoclavable?
Narline: Chocolate rabbits we sometimes get in, but chocolate chickens???
Mileay: There's only one way to find out. [grins]
Mileay's nager is, of course, ~~ optimistic ~~
Mileay puts down the blue rabbit and picks up the yellow one, since it goes great with the yellow chicken.
Darrel inspects Mileay's finds critically.
Mileay: You know, Hajene Darrel, Controller Arat could hardly fault you for choosing these over writing on your uniforms. [points out]
Darrel winces.
Mileay's nager is ~~ enthusiastic and optimistic ~~ without either encouraging Darrel or trying to manipulate.
Mileay: [sort of like a puppy that is too short to reach your knees]
Darrel: If he catches me, I suppose I can always say that the toy belongs to whatever kid I'm looking after at the moment.
Narline goggles.
Narline: You mean it wouldn't?
Narline: I thought you'd give 'em to the kids.
Narline writes off the large profit she was hoping to make when Darrel switched from buying chocolate to buying stuffed animals.
Darrel: No, they'd be props, for the stories I tell the kids when I change bandages.
Darrel: A pair of daily visitors, as it were.
Narline: I don't know, I still think some of the kids might want to take them with when they get transferred to a different hospital.
Darrel: If that happens, we can make arrangements. After all, you've got plenty here.
Mileay: Well said, well said.
Mileay: Thrift triumphs over the spending-economy once again.
Mileay: ~~ vindicated ~~
Darrel takes the toys from Mileay, ~~ miffed ~~ and sets them on the counter.
Darrel: How much are these?
Narline: 23.
Narline names the outrageously inflated gift shop price for animals normally worth about 8.
Darrel sighs, making a mental note to find another source as soon as he's allowed outside of the building.
Narline doesn't feel a bit guilty, as she has the idea that all channels are outrageously rich and have nothing else to spend their money on anyway.
Darrel places much of his chocolate fund on the counter.
Narline counts it and puts it in the register.
Narline: Want them wrapped or anything?
Narline: It's extra.
Darrel: No, there's some clear plastic bags in the prep room.
Mileay restrains himself from commenting on Darrel's thrift this time.
Darrel: That paper would disintegrate in the steam.
Darrel: And the tape would turn to goo.
Narline: Whatever you say.
Narline: Oh... could you tell Sosu Lemuse her catalog came in?
Narline pulls it from behind the counter.
Darrel: Sure.
Darrel glances at the cover.
Narline: [it's a catalog for the Chocolate Tecton's International Mail Order Emporium]
Darrel finds himself salivating heavily.
Mileay's eyebrows bounce up in appreciation for the catalog's effect on Darrel as he notices the channel clutching the two stuffed animals into small wads.
Darrel: I'll be meeting her in another ten minutes. Would you like me to take it to her?
Narline: Sure. [clearly couldn't care less]
Narline hands it over.
Darrel accepts the catalog as if it were an assignment far from Bender Cove, with no First assigned there, and a chocolate factory next to the Center.
Darrel: ~~ reverence ~~
Darrel can't resist peeking inside.
Darrel's eyes widen: He hadn't realized that they made chocolate dildos.
Mileay starts to leave the shop, then pauses when he realizes Darrel is quite distracted from their return trip.
Mileay returns to Darrel's side, and his own eyes widen as he sees what's on that page.
Mileay: My word!
Darrel checks out the chocolate handcuffs on the opposite page.
Mileay: Chocolate retainers... what will they think of next?
Darrel shudders.
Darrel: A perversion of good confection.
Darrel shuts the catalog firmly.
Mileay's naturally good spirits were hardly clouded by the disturbing catalog item.
Mileay: ~~ like a big buoyant beach ball floating on the water, promising fun and light times ~~
Darrel finds himself coaxed out of his shock.
Darrel: Come, we've just time to put these in the autoclave before Lemuse finishes her break.
Mileay: OK, Hajene Darrel.
Mileay: How do you like Sosu Lemuse, Hajene Darrel?
Mileay: ~~ genuinely curious, as well as eager to hear good news about somebody else ~~
Darrel wonders if Arat's put Mileay up to questioning him.
Darrel: We work well together.
Darrel wouldn't want word of his chocolate bedroom to get as far as Arat's ears.
Mileay: Oh.
Mileay nods, resembling a big dopey brown bear.
Mileay kind of talks like one too, come to think of it, except when he's laughing like a large fat seasonal elf.
Darrel leads the way to the prep room, where the clothes for the burn ward are sterilized.
Mileay bumbles along in his wake, his nager humming with a pleasant busyness.
Darrel experiences the humming much as an apprentice beekeeper just outside a hive's attack range with insufficient protective clothing and no smoke gun would.
Darrel as a result feels safe only as long as his nager doesn't mesh with Mileay's.
Darrel finds Mileay more acceptable than most Firsts, since he doesn't force the issue and mesh nagers himself.
Darrel leads the way into the prep room.
Arat nearly runs into Darrel coming out of the prep room.
Arat: ~~ surprise ~~
Arat isn't surprised at Darrel's presence, since he'd zlinned Darrel and Mileay coming - it's Darrel's appearance and what he's got in his hands that were unexpected.
Darrel is equally ~~ surprised ~~, and a touch ~~ guilty ~~ as well.
Arat looks between the mauled lab jacket, the stuffed animals, and the mauled lab jacket, and the stuffed animals.
Darrel smiles weakly.
Darrel: Good afternoon, Controller Arat.
Mileay's nager wilts into a respectful dolorousness.
Darrel's tentacles pluck nervously at the stuffed rabbit.
Mileay has felt woefully inadequate around Arat ever since the day they met, but tries to cover it for Darrel's benefit.
Arat's gaze transfers temporarily to Mileay, then returns to Darrel.
Arat: Hajene Darrel.
Darrel finds what little self-confidence he has regained dissolving into a puddle and dripping down the drain.
Darrel shuffles his feet like a small boy caught in mischief.
Arat: Please select a clean uniform before returning to duty.
Darrel: Yes, Controller Arat.
Darrel: ~~ thoroughly cowed ~~
Arat looks down at the animals again, then goes visibly and nagerically distant again.
Arat: Sosu Mileay.
Arat walks around them both and disappears down the hall.
Darrel starts shaking so badly that he is in immanent danger of dropping the toys.
Mileay's spirits soar.
Mileay: He must like you, Hajene Darrel, he didn't say hardly any mean things at all.
Mileay comes forward, to help Darrel hold the animals.
Darrel's teeth are chattering too hard for him to answer right away.
Mileay: ~~ bounces back as cheerful as a dog who's forgotten its been kicked ~~
Mileay: Do you want me to support you or anything, just say so, okey dokey?
Darrel nods, but fails to take Mileay up on his offer.
Darrel does have some practice in overcoming panic attacks on his own, after all.
Mileay: Gosh... he said you had some potential, I guess he must have meant it.
Mileay: ~ optimistic ~
Darrel: We'd better get these in, before someone else grabs the autoclave.
Mileay: You're still going to do it?
Mileay: ~~ impressed with Darrel's bravery ~~
Darrel: Well, lightning doesn't strike the same place twice, they say.
Mileay goes into the room to check to see if anything is left in there.
Mileay: [in the autoclave]
Darrel picks up a large plastic bag and drops the toys into it.
Mileay has collected a fine set of instruments that way over the years.
Darrel knots the bag loosely, to let in the steam but not dust.
Darrel spots a tray full of clean instruments and carefully unloads them to the proper storage shelves, then puts his sack into the tray.
Darrel: Here we are.
Mileay stands back and lets Darrel do it himself.
Darrel shoves the tray into the autoclave, shuts the door with a clang, and twirls the handle to seal it.
Mileay: Sorry I didn't stick up for you more. [lamely]
Darrel makes a dismissive gesture with two tentacles.
Darrel: No sense in both of us getting into Arat's bad books.
Mileay: Oh, I've been in there for years.
Darrel: You have? Why?
Mileay: I was teaching at Othwol School for Channels when he was a student there. Nobody knew he was a Farris and they weren't very careful who they assigned him for a Donor to work with during class sessions and tests and things.
Mileay: ~ wry humor mixed with genuine humiliation ~
Mileay: Well, I think it was a learning experience for both of us.
Darrel grimaces.
Darrel: I'm sure it was.
Darrel finds himself actually ~~ sympathetic ~~
Mileay: I was only a Second at the time, I think a lot of people were trying to kid themselves that Arat was a Second, too.
Darrel: Arat?
Darrel finds it hard to imagine that degree of self-deception.
Mileay: Yeah, I know.
Mileay: Who'da thought?
Darrel: Anyone who's met a Farris, I'd imagine. They all have that peaked, obsessive look.
Mileay: He didn't look like one as much as he does now, though.
Mileay: That much I remember.
Mileay: He looked like his daddy.
Darrel: His father?
Mileay: That's what everybody would think when they saw him. [shrugs]
Darrel: His father was that well known?
Mileay: His parents owned the Othwol Superfarm before unity. They supplied half the Gen breeders in Norwest with grain.
Darrel: ~~ revulsion ~~
Darrel: Oh, the poor kid.
Darrel: With a background like that....
Mileay doesn't figure it's necessary to mention a lot of Gens were bred on the Superfarm as well.
Mileay: Yeah, when he changed over a channel it's all that kept him out of the camps.
Mileay: I guess all of that got in the way of seeing him real clearly back then.
Mileay feels slightly ~ ashamed ~
Darrel: Yes, it would.
Darrel: Most people don't expect to have random Farrises appear out of the blue.
Darrel got reasonably used to it himself, after living in Bender Cove.
Mileay: Also the Donor he was assigned to for transfer was only rated a Second, because he was overdue for testing, but Arat pushed him well into First territory during the two transfers they had together.
Mileay: In hindsight it's obvious what happened, but it's amazing how circumstances can blur things. Teb was still a Second, to us, even though maybe in our logical halves we knew he was a First.
Darrel: Did the Tecton acknowledge the Qualification eventually?
Mileay: Oh yes, the very next month.
Darrel can't really conceive of what it would be like to Qualify First.
Darrel: And did they accept Arat as a First at that time?
Mileay: Yeah, they did, actually what happened was his next transfer after that was with a Farris Gen, and she was able to identify him without any question.
Darrel: So it turned out all right, after all?
Mileay: Yeah, and that's why Arat always grits his teeth and does everything Deah Tigue asks.
Mileay thinks, and hates everybody else who'd been at the school at the time.
Mileay: And why he and Jeniard are so tight....
Darrel: ~~ intrigued ~~
Darrel: I'd wondered....
Darrel: Just how does Deah Tigue fit into the picture?
Mileay: Oh. She was the one who wangled the transfer with the Farris for him.
Darrel: She was the Controller?
Mileay: Pulled every string in the book, and some that weren't... oh, no, she was a student there too.
Mileay grins.
Mileay: Pretty amazing, huh.
Darrel: A student? Wrangled a transfer between an alleged Second Order channel and a Farris Gen?
Darrel: How?
Mileay: She forged her Controller's signature, used his seal, then reused an Emergency Change of Orders envelope that had arrived carrying something else.
Darrel: ~~ shock ~~
Mileay: The Farris was changing trains at Othwol and she managed to have somebody catch her between coaches.
Darrel: What happened when they found out?
Mileay: Oh, it was quite a scandal, of course.
Mileay thinks it's appalling what they're teaching kids in history class these days.
Mileay: ~~ fun light ~~
Mileay: But from what I hear a lot of it was covered up by Controller Jaingk just so nobody would realize how badly he'd dropped the ball on this kid.
Mileay: On both of them, really.
Mileay: Nobody realized Deah was a Tigue at the time, either.
Darrel thinks that he's been threatened with death by attrition for less.
Mileay: Things were really different back then, you see.
Mileay: There were never enough people, never enough hands. Kind of like now, but worse.
Mileay: Teachers were also working in the Sime Center and the administrative office.
Darrel shudders.
Mileay: The place was still under construction!
Darrel: They opened it anyway?
Mileay: Deah was actually working in the Controller's office as an aide, and Controller Jaingk had been called out of town on an emergency.
Mileay: The whole town was still under construction. The Sime Center was open only to support the construction workers and the school and government employees.
Mileay: Actual New Othwol citizens didn't start moving in until the following year.
Darrel: It sounds simply dreadful.
Darrel experienced enough Lobby-renovations to have some idea of the disruption involved.
Mileay: Oh, it seemed like it at the time, but really it was a wonderful time.
Mileay: Everything new, bright, shiny, everybody being pushed to their utmost capabilities....
Mileay has spent several years deliberately forgetting the pranks, the humiliations, and the frustrations.
Mileay: ~~ optimistic nostalgia ~~
Darrel checks the autoclave clock, ignoring its discrepancy with his time sense.
Darrel's time sense chimes in loudly, telling him that he's late to meet.
Darrel: Lemuse!
Darrel: Shen, we're on Collectorium duty in three minutes!
Mileay: It's OK Hajene Darrel. ~~ patient big dumb bear optimism ~~
Mileay: Let's go meet her now.
Darrel bolts out the door, not waiting for a second invitation.
Mileay follows, leaving the autoclave churning onward in their wake.
Notes:
1) See Naros Episode #132 for the real explanation. [return]