Sime/Gen Roleplaying: Householding Naros Scenario
Episode #44: Serpent's Kiss (10/20/98)
Linn walks across the courtyard on her daily pilgrimage to visit Snake.
Linn is carrying baked apples stuffed with raisins in her basket to tempt Snake's appetite.
Linn wishes it were practical to add some flowers as well, just to brighten up Snake's room.
Eruditia is instructing Ifto as to the proper way to open a door for a lady, something every young Sime should know.
Eruditia: Now, if she is a Gen older than 55 but younger than 75,
Eruditia: Oh, good morning, Linn!
Linn: Good morning, Eruditia.
Ifto is relieved at the reprieve, temporary as it is.
Linn: Isn't it a lovely day?
Eruditia: Isn't it?
Eruditia: My, what a beautiful dress. Where did you get it?
Ifto wonders why the condition of the weather should be so much in doubt.
Linn blushes with pleasure.
Linn: It's one of the few I have left from the time I lived in Eastcove.
Eruditia: Oh, was it made across the border?
Linn: Well, I was still living in Eastcove when I made it, so I suppose so.
Eruditia: You've been baking.
Eruditia: I know the signs.
Linn: Yes.
Linn: Apples, stuffed with raisins.
Eruditia: For young Hajene Farris?
Linn: Snake likes them.
Eruditia: Ah.
Eruditia is glad to hear there's something Snake likes.
Ifto tries to look politely interested in the conversation.
Eruditia does also.
Linn: She's seemed so much better, since Hajene Kenmore and Dahlia have been looking after her.
Eruditia: Have you met Hajene Ifto?
Linn: Why, no, I don't believe we have been introduced.
Linn: I'm Linn Haskins.
Eruditia: Linn is with Wise Snake's party. [to Ifto]
Linn's hand twitches reflexively before she recalls in-T etiquette and desists.
Ifto: Ah, I see.
Ifto: I'm pleased to meet you.
Ifto actually is pleased at anything which diverts the extensive lecture he was getting.
Linn looks at Ifto, then back at Eruditia.
Linn: And I, you.
Linn: I was wondering if you might be able to spare me some time, when you are through, Sosu Eruditia?
Eruditia: [surprised]
Eruditia: Why yes, I could do that.
Eruditia: Give us... twenty minutes, maybe?
Eruditia looks at ifto.
Eruditia: Better make it 45 minutes.
Linn's lips twitch.
Linn: Of course.
Ifto tries not to look as if he's just been criticized, even if he has.
Eruditia smiles at Linn.
Linn: Shall we meet in the garden?
Eruditia: That will be perfect.
Eruditia has no idea what it's about, so is only guessing about the perfection.
Eruditia: I'll see you then.
Linn: Thank you.
Linn nods to Ifto.
Linn: It was a pleasure meeting you, Hajene Ifto.
Eruditia watches to make sure Ifto gives the correct polite answer.
Linn has no idea whether it was a pleasure or not, since Ifto didn't say much, but from Eruditia's attitude guesses that what she experienced was more pleasant than the alternative.
Eruditia is of the opinion that one can never give too much etiquette training to people who hang around a lot of Farrises during their formative year.
Ifto manages to murmur an appropriate farewell with minimum awkwardness; after all, his First Year capacity does allow him to track large amounts of irrelevant data.
Ifto is just glad that he's seen Linn's file, and therefore knows that she is over 30.
Ifto zlins Eruditia to determine whether he got it right.
Eruditia: ~approval~
Ifto: ~~ relief ~~
Linn makes her way into the building and heads for Snake's infirmary room.
Ifto looks at Eruditia when Linn is safely out of hearing range.
Eruditia: Yes?
Ifto: She doesn't look dangerous.
Eruditia: Doesn't she?
Eruditia: ~mild reproval~
Ifto: And her field is much more under control than her file would suggest.
Ifto: I liked her.
Eruditia: It isn't her control which is dangerous, it's her moments of fear, when she loses control, that are dangerous.
Eruditia: And then only to Simes who cannot control themselves. RenSimes.
Ifto nods, accepting the distinction.
Eruditia: Of course, with all the juncts living here, I can understand why they'd be a bit skittish about her.
Ifto: But I'd heard she was working with the junct channel.
Eruditia: My boy, never accept Wise Snake Farris' assignment judgments as lessons in prudence or tradition. [tartly]
Ifto: She's too far gone to make that sort of call?
Ifto hadn't quite realized the extent of Snake's accumulated damage.
Eruditia snorts elegantly [yes, it's possible]
Eruditia: The girl is untrained, and reckless, and besides, packs an attachment complex big enough to skew any relationship she either engineers or enters into.
Ifto: Yes, but to risk the life of someone who obviously cares for her a great deal....
Eruditia looks at Ifto oddly.
Eruditia: A Donor's feelings for her scheduler should never affect that Donor's schedule.
Eruditia thinks, at least in principle; sadly, a good deal of schedule fiddling does happen as a result of people's "feelings" for their schedulers.
Eruditia: [especially if said scheduler is rather Post and if there are convenient enemies to shuffle the less desirable work off to]
Eruditia isn't thinking of any specific circumstances or anything, mind you.
Ifto: Well, yes, but it somehow seems worse to abuse someone who from her records has had a very hard time learning to trust even one Sime.
Ifto, being in First Year and used to textbooks, might be crediting the Bender Cove files with greater accuracy and precision than they warrant.
Eruditia: Abuse?
Eruditia: From all accounts, she enjoyed the junct.
Eruditia: But I hardly think Wise Snake cared either way.
Ifto: Didn't care whether she served the junct or got killed?
Ifto thinks that's a bit harsh.
Eruditia: Whether she enjoyed working with him or not. [snaps]
Ifto: Oh.
Ifto: ~~ abashed ~~
Ifto: I suppose not.
Eruditia: At any rate, it would appear to be a moot point now.
Ifto: True.
Eruditia: And I must say, it is probably for the better.
Eruditia: That junct belongs somewhere like Naros, not running around loose.
Ifto: Yes. Sectuib Riyyh has an impressive program for juncts running here.
Eruditia: Yes, they have done a good job of adapting the program to meet the changing needs of society.
Ifto: Although it is more along Keon lines.
Eruditia: You would do well not to speak of that outside of Naros. [sternly]
Ifto: I won't!
Eruditia: Although I should think they will be in enough trouble after their other problems become public.
Eruditia: ~disapproval directed not at Ifto~
Ifto: When I think of all those Gens not being trained, and their father a First Order channel....
Eruditia: An appalling waste of resources.
Eruditia: Most of the channels here are underdeveloped as well.
Ifto: Yes. And there are far more of them than a House this size truly requires.
Eruditia: Yes. They are all underworked, and have never been pushed.
Ifto: I'm surprised that none of them appear to have objected.
Eruditia: Having been born and raised here, they doubtless don't know any better.
Ifto, having recently devoted his life to the pursuit of excellence, has a hard time imagining being content with mediocrity.
Ifto: Surely they have some contact with the Tecton.
Eruditia: I have been meaning to ask Kenmore if Sectuib Riyyh is underdeveloped as well, or if the pattern began only after he became Sectuib. [muses]
Ifto: If nothing else, their library does appear to have the standard texts. 1
Eruditia: Just from what I have heard, their Tecton contacts are minimal by choice.
Ifto: Don't they care at all about how fragile the Unity treaty really is?
Ifto remembers all too well what a shock it was for him when he realized how little margin for error the Tecton has.
Eruditia: Perhaps not. Or, perhaps they are raised to believe their own efforts are more important than the Tecton's.
Eruditia: Naros does do quite a bit of social outreach and rehabilitation.
Eruditia only wishes they'd do some within their own walls.
Ifto: Well, but much of it appears to be the sort of things that renSimes could do as well, as long as there's a channel available to handle the medical aspects.
Ifto: I've heard that Sectuib Riyyh actually participates in the non-channeling aspects.
Eruditia: True. Although, with the huge number of channels available, they may have simply become accustomed to using channels for various purposes, not just channelling.
Eruditia: This House has not, until recently, accepted new members after Unity. That might explain a few things.
Eruditia thinks, like the inbreeding.
Eruditia: What have your impressions been of the Sectuib and his staff?
Ifto considers.
Ifto: They've been polite enough, but I get the distinct impression that they would be much happier if both we and Snake's party were gone.
Eruditia: That I don't doubt.
Ifto: As to their skills, well, I haven't zlinned Sectuib Riyyh working.
Eruditia: And the others?
Ifto: Competent but not outstanding, and lacking the breadth of experience they'd have gotten from working at a Tecton Sime Center.
Ifto feels compelled to make a qualifying admission.
Ifto: Of course, I'm not completely sure that I'm not just uncomfortable with their nonstandard techniques.
Ifto: It's easy to assume somebody's incompetent, if you don't understand what they're doing or why.
Eruditia: That is true.
Eruditia: ~~approval~~
Ifto enjoys the approval.
Ifto: What are your impressions of Naros?
Ifto has been told many times that Gens have their own perspective,which channels would be wise to respect.
Kenmore signals at the door of Nick's new "quarters".
Nick: Come in!
Nick finishes combing his hair, thinking that the beard looks quite dashing.
Nick had hoped that Snake would notice, but no such luck.
Kenmore opens the door and walks in, keeping his zlinning to himself.
Kenmore looks outwardly calm and cool, while inside he is a seething mess.
Kenmore: Good morning Nick.
Kenmore nods in a friendly fashion.
Kenmore: Quite a nice beard you have coming through there. I'm afraid that I would never be able to grow one, my hair is much too sparse.
Nick: Beards aren't traditional for Farrises, anyway.
Nick joins Kenmore in the main room.
Kenmore: Probably because they would look horrid, I'm sure.
Nick imagines the Dreaded Farris Hair curse extended to the chin, and nods.
Kenmore: Your meeting with Wise Snake went well, I hear.
Kenmore: You are satisfied that she is as well as can be expected and in the best of hands?
Nick: She seems rational enough, at the moment, and content to have you and Dahlia treating her.
Kenmore: Have you given any more consideration to our possible transfer then?
Kenmore doesn't allow himself to hold his breath, but he does tense slightly.
Nick's nager zlins rather formal, but not unfriendly.
Nick of course can read the whole story on Kenmore's face.
Nick: Snake was of the opinion that it would be broadening, professionally speaking, and I admit that I have no wish to go without for a month.
Kenmore zlins Nick for confirmation for that "yes".
Nick: ~~ curiosity ~~
Nick: You do realize that outside of my Qualification with Hajene Briel, I haven't given transfer to any channel but Snake?
Kenmore: No, I hadn't realized that. Do you expect that to be a problem?
Nick: Snake has very specific requirements, as you know, and she trained me to fill them.
Nick: Since she never expected me to serve another channel, she didn't cover more... general requirements.
Kenmore: Do you mind if we sit down?
Kenmore indicates the lounge.
Nick: Please.
Kenmore moves over and sits down.
Kenmore nods thoughtfully. "Of course, I would hope that we could learn from each other during the time we have."
Kenmore: Tell me more, if you would, about Snake's specific requirements. I want her to have the best possible transfer at this time.
Nick sits beside Kenmore, tentatively reaching out to let his nager link with the channel's.
Nick: She wants pain, as you know.
Kenmore nods, although he hadn't been aware of that.
Kenmore: How do you judge how much?
Nick: Lately, she's been able to manage without actual pain by concentrating on my pleasure, rather than feeling her own.
Nick: It's not an ideal solution, since I have to override her natural reflex, but it's worked well enough to get her post.
Kenmore allows himself to rest on the field, although he is still not confident that Nick won't pull away.
Kenmore actually gasps with relief before he can stop himself.
Nick glances sideways, then lets his link deepen into full ~~ support ~~
Kenmore shuts his eyes for a second.
Kenmore: Thank you Nick.
Nick finds himself attracted to Kenmore in a way which never happened with Riyyh.
Nick had thought his lesser response to Riyyh was because of his dependency with Snake.
Kenmore: So you stopped offering her pain and she has been satisfied for how many transfers?
Nick thinks back.
Kenmore allows himself to relax, to depend, totally on Nick, without allowing his intil to rise [well, not more than a little bit]
Kenmore: [well OK, more than a little bit]
Nick: Well, the first time was in Vortez Lake.
Kenmore: That was how long ago?
Nick tries to remember.
Nick gently curbs Kenmore's intil, leaving him clearheaded.
Nick: Four months, nearly.
Nick: Three transfers.
Nick: Though it didn't seem to work as well, last month.
Kenmore: So she has been post since then?
Nick: Yes.
Nick does not particularly care to discuss the prurient details with Kenmore.
Kenmore considers.
Kenmore: Is there anything else that you think we need to know about Snake's transfers?
Nick: It's hard to tell.
Nick: You see, I really don't know what's considered "normal", and what's unusual about Snake.
Nick: Perhaps if you tell me what you require, that would help?
Kenmore: I have no special requirements. Speed would be my biggest concern, you are obviously up to quantity.
Kenmore: I won't expect more than you can deliver, Nick. The purpose here is twofold. One, to keep me alive and healthy, and two to increase your knowledge and experience.
Nick: You'd have to ask Snake about that.
Kenmore: Snake, yes. I will be monitoring her transfer.
Kenmore tries to work out how to ask Nick to be there with him without making it sound like he doesn't trust Nick.
Nick feels a pang of regret that he won't be giving that transfer.
Kenmore zlins it and sighs.
Kenmore: It probably isn't advisable for you to be present.
Kenmore: Seven months is a long time to only be partner to one person.
Nick is hurt at being shut out of Snake's care yet again.
Kenmore: I'm sorry, Nick. ~ regret ~
Kenmore looks upset at having to do that.
Nick: I haven't touched her nager since, well, since my father locked me in that storeroom.
Nick: Surely I've demonstrated by now that I can be trusted not to interfere with her treatment?
Kenmore: Your father? Oh yes, the Sectuib.
Kenmore: I don't want to cause you more pain, Nick.
Kenmore: Do you really want to be there during her transfer?
Nick: I'm her Companion, Kenmore, not just her Donor. I have a responsibility to keep track of her condition, even when I work with another channel.
Kenmore: Of course, if you are sure....
Nick: I'm sure.
Kenmore: Very well then.
Kenmore stands up. "Shall we go?"
Nick stands as well.
Kenmore: Thank you, too, for your support.
Nick nods shortly.
Kenmore: It's a relief.
Kenmore opens the door and steps out, the day seeming so much nicer all of a sudden.
Nick follows.
Kenmore: I have already brought her transfer forward to today, I want to spend some time with them both together before hand. If at any time you feel too uncomfortable, or your presence throws Snake in any way - and if I ask you to, you will leave immediately please?
Nick studies Kenmore.
Riyyh is walking through the garden, sees/zlins them together, and hurriedly changes course to slip away between some buildings.
Kenmore is much more relaxed now that he knows that he will be receiving transfer from Nick.
Dahlia is helping Snake take a walk around the room.
Kenmore: I hope that you understand that it's only for Snake's good, Nick. I wouldn't want to do anything painful for either of you.
Wise Snake: And for another thing, the food here is terrible. Well at least Nick and Linn are always whining about it, and if you can't satisfy a Gen, it must be bloody awful stuff.
Dahlia: Soo, soo, tut tut. [nonsense words]
Dahlia: ~~sooooothing~~
Dahlia: ~promise~
Nick: Very well.
Nick follows Kenmore towards the infirmary.
Wise Snake: When is that craven little flustermouse they call a Sectuib going to come and visit me? It's been days and days.
Kenmore: Thank you for your help, Nick.
Kenmore feels almost pathetically grateful.
Kenmore won't allow himself to lean on Nick like a puppy wanting to be patted, but you get the idea.
Dahlia: Now now, shhh.... It's all right. ~~support/promise~~
Kenmore heads towards Snake's rooms.
Wise Snake: ~~cranky~~
Nick prepares himself as well as he can to see (and feel) Snake take transfer from another Gen.
Wise Snake insists upon walking about the room without Dahlia's help, which is really unfortunate since Dahlia has to keep grabbing her arm to support her.
Kenmore checks both their nagers for creases and signals at the door.
Nick hopes for a better outcome than the last such transfer he witnessed, back in Bender Cove, when Snake burned B'cal.
Wise Snake: Aren't you going to tell them to come in? [snaps]
Kenmore signals at the door again.
Wise Snake is rather bitter about the lack of control in her life currently.
Kenmore: ~ concern ~
Dahlia: Come in.
Kenmore enters the room and quickly checks the ambient.
Kenmore raises an eyebrow at Dahlia, surprised that she can't keep Snake calmer that this.
Nick stays at Kenmore's side, supporting him, but that doesn't prevent him from assessing Snake's condition visually as well as he can.
Dahlia looks kind of defensive, but continues to project ~~soothing calm support~~
Dahlia thinks he should try it himself and see what it's like.
Kenmore: Snake, Dahlia.
Wise Snake looks like she hasn't had a really good tranquilizer in several hours.
Kenmore: Nick and I are here to monitor your transfer.
Wise Snake: I'm not due until tomorrow. [defensively, to cover a shock at the idea that Nick would be watching]
Kenmore nods. "But as your therapist I'm bringing it forward."
Nick is just as glad that Snake has no access to horse tranquilizers.
Kenmore: You expended a lot of energy in healing.
Nick stands quietly supporting Kenmore, trying to forget that this patient is his channel.
Dahlia: ~~support/promise~~
Wise Snake looks frustrated but doesn't object further.
Kenmore: Dahlia, [indicates that Dahlia should start working on Snake to get her into a pre transfer state]
Dahlia turns to Snake.
Nick sees Snake's acceptance of the situation and settles down to observe how Dahlia handles Snake.
Dahlia: Come on, let's go over here. [murmurs]
Dahlia draws Snake over toward a transfer lounge which has been placed in there.
Dahlia: ~~businesslike/committed/high-field~~
Nick focuses his nager tightly on Kenmore, so as not to interfere with Dahlia.
Kenmore appreciates Nick's concentration and lack of interference and gives him a quick smile.
Kenmore arranges himself and Nick where he can zlin what is happening without getting in the way.
Wise Snake obeys Dahlia's lead, stiffly.
Wise Snake: ~resentment/need/resignation~
Nick notes Snake's lack of any desire beyond biological need.
Kenmore isn't worried about Snake's present attitude, being confident that Dahlia will, when ready, overcome any negative emotions Snake may have.
Kenmore waits patiently for Dahlia to do her job.
Dahlia sits Snake down and runs her hands carefully down Snake's arms, projecting her field onto Snake's with ~highfield/promise~
Nick glances at Kenmore to check for any signals.
Wise Snake tenses up at the touches... but in a good way.
Kenmore nods in satisfaction with Dahlia's Zeor trained enticement.
Wise Snake: ~resentment/need/oh what the hell~
Kenmore looks at Nick reassuringly.
Nick sees Snake commit to the transfer.
Wise Snake's intil stirs and she extends her tentacles to loosely hold Dahlia's arms.
Nick hopes the commitment is strong enough to prevent an abort.
Kenmore: Dahlia, don't be in too much hurry to start.
Dahlia: ~doh~
Dahlia nods calmly.
Kenmore: Remember, this is a day early and Snake isn't used to that.
Dahlia: All right. Thank you, Kenmore.
Kenmore wants Snake panting for it.
Dahlia's thumbs, which had just slipped down to caress the ronaplin glands, move away.
Nick isn't used to seeing Snake so halfhearted about transfer.
Wise Snake's skin prickles all over as her intil is teased.
Wise Snake: ~annoyed~
Wise Snake: ~desire~
Dahlia: ~promise~
Dahlia isn't sure just how slow Kenmore wants her to go, but as a Farris and a member of Zeor she never fails to strive for excellence in any form it might take.
Nick notices that Snake's temper seems to be rousing at least as much as her intil, and wonders if that's a good idea.
Dahlia slides her hands down to Snake's and runs her fingers lightly around the insides of Snake's palms.
Dahlia: ~promise/later/promise~
Wise Snake's hair tries to stand on end.
Dahlia's lips part moistly in an inviting fifth contact position.
Kenmore zlins Dahlia's teasing and his skin tingles.
Dahlia: ~~not yet... not yet~~
Nick increases his ~~ firm support ~~ to counteract the effect.
Kenmore almost wishes that Nick wouldn't.
Dahlia's tingly-tipped fingers skip over the sheathes in little teasing touches.
Kenmore pulls himself back a bit and depends on Nick a little more.
Nick: ~~ calm steady ~~
Wise Snake zlins this byplay with only about 1% of her mind, while the rest of her attention seems to have become rather firmly upon Dahlia.
Nick thinks that Snake never took a quarter of that much teasing before she was ready for him.
Nick contemplates trying a tease session before their next transfer.
Dahlia concentrates upon her own desire for transfer.
Dahlia: ~~need to give... in a few minutes~~
Wise Snake grips Dahlia's arms firmly, the handling tentacles lashing into place, the laterals quivering in their sheathes.
Wise Snake: ~hyperconscious~
Kenmore nods to Dahlia.
Nick is very careful to keep his nager ~~ still and quiet ~~ to avoid disturbing the transfer.
Dahlia savors the sensation of anticipation.
Dahlia: ~~poised on the edge of opening~~
Wise Snake runs out of good reasons to follow Dahlia's lead, or brain cells to examine them.
Wise Snake's laterals lick out and she snatches for the 5th contact.
Wise Snake: ~~ravenous~~
Nick hadn't realized Snake could go that long without snapping.
Dahlia stiffens as selyn leaps between them in a flash.
Wise Snake: ~~~ starving/seeking/savage ~~~
Dahlia: ~surprise/pleasure~
Nick holds his breath.
Kenmore isn't worried about Nick's speed any more.
Dahlia knows a moment of ecstasy as Snake's draw speed peaks.
Nick wishes he could zlin, so he could tell how Dahlia is coping with the pain problem.
Wise Snake knows a shadow of Dahlia's ecstasy, even as her ~yearning~ fades into ~dissatisfaction~ and then ~acceptance~ of Dahlia's offering.
Kenmore frowns and starts considering the problem, now that he has zlinned it himself.
Dahlia remains still, concentrating upon her own ~~fulfillment and satisfaction~~ as Snake ends it.
Wise Snake drops hypoconscious and remains still, clutching Dahlia for a few moments.
Nick examines Snake, hoping that the transfer has done the trick, and that Snake will be back in his care as soon as he's given transfer to Kenmore.
Kenmore continues to zlin Snake.
Wise Snake appears to be in a deep state of concentration, marshalling her system and her self.
Nick adjusts his nager to give Kenmore maximum sensitivity.
Kenmore checks the result on her system without direct contact, giving her time to recover before touching her.
Dahlia gradually shifts to ~~support~~
Wise Snake finally releases Dahlia completely.
Wise Snake opens her eyes, looking a little disoriented.
Nick has every intention of grilling Kenmore for the sort of details only a Farris would bother to observe, to get a handle on Snake's problem.
Dahlia smiles hesitantly at her.
Dahlia: ~~support~~
Dahlia: Everything OK there?
Dahlia isn't sure exactly what happened, although she has some idea.
Dahlia plans to grill Kenmore for the sort of details only a channel would be able to pick up on.
Kenmore holds himself still, letting Snake get her "legs" under herself as it were.
Wise Snake nods finally.
Wise Snake: Yes, yes I'm fine.
Wise Snake: You were... you were fine.
Kenmore: May I?
Kenmore indicates that he would like permission to zlin Snake closer.
Wise Snake looks up at Kenmore.
Wise Snake: ~extremely reluctant~
Wise Snake: All right.
Wise Snake: ~resigned~
Dahlia gets up and moves out of the way.
Wise Snake offers her now-sticky arms.
Kenmore is sorry that Snake considers it an imposition.
Kenmore takes her in the position that Dahlia just had her in.
Kenmore zlins her deeply, following the selyn down through her system and checking on the areas that were particularly "raw".
Kenmore: ~ pleased ~
Kenmore releases her and taking two towels, offers one to Snake.
Dahlia hopes Kenmore is going to say something good because she'd gotten the impression things hadn't gone perfectly.
Kenmore: You are healing very well. We should see very quick improvement now.
Wise Snake nods.
Nick continues to support Kenmore.
Wise Snake: I'm glad.
Kenmore: Now, if you like, I would be happy to leave you and Nick alone.
Kenmore continues wiping his arms.
Wise Snake stiffens.
Kenmore looks up in surprise.
Nick freezes, managing to avoid slapping the channels, but only just.
Kenmore: I'm sorry?
Kenmore: I had thought... but didn't you... errrr....
Kenmore: ~ flustered ~
Wise Snake: Thank you.
Wise Snake: ~indeterminate emotion that might be offense, dry humor, or depression~
Kenmore pulls his fluster together.
Wise Snake: I think I'll go for a walk.
Wise Snake: Thank you all.
Wise Snake: I am free to go?
Wise Snake looks around at them.
Kenmore: Of course.
Wise Snake gets up and walks out.
Kenmore: With Dahlia naturally.
Dahlia looks after her.
Dahlia: Er... oh!
Kenmore indicates that Dahlia should stay with her.
Dahlia hurries after.
Kenmore: I'm sorry Nick. What was that about?
Nick looks at Kenmore.
Nick: It's not important.
Kenmore: I was under the impression that you were sexual partners as well.
Nick's nager withdraws just a bit.
Nick: As I said, it's not important.
Dahlia catches up with Snake.
Kenmore: ~ serious ~
Kenmore: Shall we have some tea?
Kenmore moves over and puts the water on to boil.
Nick: Sure.
Nick: What happened there? Snake's not usually that... subdued... after transfer.
Nick had expected a lot more from Snake's first transfer with a legal Donor in months.
Kenmore pours the water over the tea and turns to face Nick.
Kenmore: Snake has psychological problems.
Wise Snake glances at Dahlia but keeps walking.
Kenmore: As I'm sure you know.
Nick nods.
Dahlia keeps up, panting a little.
Kenmore: There is no physical reason why she shouldn't be, to put it bluntly, roaring post.
Kenmore: But there is very little post reaction.
Kenmore: By rights she should be screaming over the slam.
Kenmore: Not to mention the other reactions she has been repressing.
Wise Snake keeps walking toward the edge of the buildings.
Kenmore: If this keeps up, she won't make it.
Dahlia: Are you all right?
Wise Snake: I... shen it, I don't know.
Wise Snake: ~tired~
Nick: No one ever thought she'd make it out of First Year.
Nick: She's tougher than she looks.
Wise Snake stops at the edge of the first field, looking at the outer wall which isn't actually that far away... a mile at most.
Wise Snake: Look at this place. It's like a....
Wise Snake's visually-stunted brain strains for an appropriate simile.
Kenmore: Nick, tough can only take people so far.
Kenmore: She is living on her nerves, and it looks like she has been for a long long time.
Kenmore doesn't give her more than a few more months, unless something changes.
Dahlia: ~ concern ~
Dahlia: Do you want to go somewhere quiet, have a good cry maybe?
Nick thinks it's fortunate that the Farris capacity gives Snake a plethora of nerves to run on.
Riyyh looks out the window of his house and does a double-take as he spots Snake and Dahlia not far away, below.
Wise Snake: No, I want to go somewhere... somewhere loud and ugly with a lot of people who have been in severe industrial accidents.
Nick: What choice has she had? What choices have any of us had?
Dahlia: You do?
Wise Snake turns and squints at Dahlia, trying to see if she understands.
Wise Snake: Yes.
Dahlia: Well, I don't think that there is anywhere like that around here. Maybe the infirmary?
Dahlia: Although from what I hear that's pretty quiet too.
Kenmore: Nick, despite what you think, no one does anything that they don't want to do.
Kenmore hands Nick the tea.
Riyyh comes out of his house and approaches them, zlinning covertly.
Riyyh notices that Snake is, well, and Dahlia is, er,
Kenmore: The point is we have to go on from where we are.
Kenmore sips his tea thoughtfully.
Riyyh can tell that they either require somewhere quiet to go and talk privately, or else some Sectuibly advice.
Kenmore: She has to be able to release her emotions.
Kenmore: I want to keep her under Dahlia's care for now, while I consider this.
Riyyh: Are the two of you all right?
Nick is willing to stick by Kenmore until after their transfer, but has no intention of staying away from Snake any longer than that.
Nick: I see.
Kenmore zlins Nick's reluctance.
Wise Snake turns to face Riyyh.
Kenmore quickly tries to reassure Nick.
Wise Snake: ~faintly incredulous~
Kenmore: I'm not saying that you can't be with her.
Wise Snake: So here he is.
Wise Snake looks Riyyh up and down.
Dahlia: ~ supporting ~
Wise Snake: Where have you been hiding all this time?
Kenmore: As long as your behaviour isn't threatening you are free to go where you like.
Nick: Good.
Kenmore: I do want Dahlia or myself with her whenever possible, and would like you to be willing to continue to take instructions from me for a while yet though.
Riyyh immediately looks apologetic.
Nick nods, just a bit stiffly.
Riyyh: I can explain, about Nick, about everything....
Kenmore wishes so much that Nick would just relax and understand that he is here to help. Damnit!
Dahlia thinks, "oh, dear".
Nick listens to Kenmore extending the time of his authority over him and his channel indefinitely, and resolves to simply take his channel and leave if it becomes too burdensome.
Wise Snake's look wavers from faintly angry to faintly disgusted and then fades to apathy.
Wise Snake: Ah, forget it.
Kenmore: There are some techniques I seem to remember....
Kenmore: I'll have to look them up.
Kenmore sips his tea some more.
Nick: Techniques for doing what?
Kenmore: Bringing out inner emotions that have been bottled up.
Kenmore: I seem to remember that it mainly involved talking....
Kenmore: But as I said, I'll have to check up on it.
Kenmore: I would like to get our transfer out of the way before I attend to the next round of infirmary duties.
Kenmore: Would you mind?
Nick: Knowing Snake, it's quite possible that simply having a bit of true privacy will do the trick.
Nick looks at Kenmore, assessing his condition.
Kenmore: ~ repressed need ~
Nick: Very well.
Nick sets his tea aside and holds out his hands in invitation.
Riyyh stares helplessly at them both as Snake ignores him.
Nick stops quashing Kenmore's intil and starts encouraging it.
Riyyh: Look... do you require someplace private to be? My house is... right over there. Nobody will see you or hear you in there.
Kenmore feels a stab of insecurity - that Nick may withdraw any offer at any time.
Dahlia looks at Snake to see what she wants to do.
Nick lets himself be attracted to Kenmore's need.
Kenmore almost drops his cup.
Kenmore puts it down carefully.
Kenmore goes hyper for a moment.
Wise Snake looks around at the enclosed fields, the buildings in the other direction.
Wise Snake sighs.
Kenmore takes Nick gently by the arms and takes a step forward.
Wise Snake: Fine....
Nick: ~~ high-field Gen attracted to you ~~
Dahlia: Well, Snake?
Wise Snake: Fine.
Dahlia is very attracted to the idea without being sure why.
Wise Snake starts walking alone toward Riyyh's house.
Riyyh looks at Dahlia, then hurries after.
Nick isn't used to gentleness and wonders if he's let Kenmore's intil get high enough.
Dahlia follows them willingly.
Wise Snake walks inside, looks around, then flops down on a couch and sits there.
Nick lets his fingers caress Kenmore's lateral sheathes.
Kenmore sucks in air.
Riyyh: I'll, I'll... just get some tea. Yes, and maybe something to eat? Yes?
Riyyh hurries into the kitchen.
Dahlia: Oh, thank you Sectuib.
Kenmore: You are sure about this, aren't you Nick?
Wise Snake: I hope you don't think you did anything wrong. [to Dahlia tonelessly]
Nick: About this? Yes.
Nick: ~~ truth ~~
Wise Snake: You were fine.
Kenmore: Thank you.
Nick wonders if Kenmore expects the endless teasing games Dahlia was playing with Snake.
Kenmore reaches forward for 5th contact and starts to draw, almost cautiously.
Riyyh makes a large Gen meal and a large Sime meal.
Nick yields selyn.
Kenmore seeks out Nick's flow and pulls rapidly, tensing ever so slightly.
Kenmore: ~ need ~
Nick feels the buried need and unleashes it with a flick of his nager.
Kenmore: ~ NEED ~
Riyyh reads the Farris-safe-food-list, which became mandatory equipment in Naros houses about 2 weeks ago and is taped inside of a cabinet.
Riyyh double checks the plates.
Kenmore draws strongly and steadily with a gradual increase in Tecton trained fashion.
Nick frets at the slowness of the draw.
Nick's frustration eases as a reasonable speed is reached.
Kenmore reaches speed and holds it.
Kenmore seeks more then selyn.
Dahlia realises that she is rather hungry.
Nick feels the pleasure growing.
Kenmore ends the draw abruptly.
Riyyh carries the plates back out.
Riyyh sets them before the duo.
Kenmore gasps and sits back, still holding Nick's arms.
Riyyh: There's tea, also....
Riyyh runs back to fetch it.
Nick sways a bit at the abrupt termination.
Dahlia isn't use to a Sectuib playing maid.
Nick: ...What?
Kenmore: I'm sorry! Are you all right, Nick?
Nick: Well....
Wise Snake regards the food listlessly and wonders if she might be feeling a mite peckish.
Kenmore: I was expecting... I'm sorry.
Nick: ~~ half-post ~~
Nick: What were you expecting?
Riyyh returns a short time later with a tea pot and two cups.
Nick wishes those expectations had been stated ahead of time, when they might have done some good.
Riyyh: Mytag will be coming in, in a few minutes, but he will not disturb you.
Kenmore: I'm so sorry. I forgot, [well everything] that you weren't Zeor and wouldn't pick up on the signals.
Riyyh: I'll be upstairs.
Kenmore curses himself.
Nick: What signals?
Kenmore: I'll go through them with you Nick, although you probably won't ever need them.
Kenmore: But not now....
Kenmore stands up shakily.
Nick reaches out to steady Kenmore.
Riyyh: Before he comes, if you require anything, don't hesitate to call me.
Wise Snake looks at him and thinks, 'rabbit'.
Kenmore: You have a wonderful natural talent, Nick. With some more training, there wouldn't be a channel in the world who wouldn't fight for transfer with you.
Kenmore means that as a compliment.
Nick hears a very large but attached to the end of that compliment.
Riyyh sighs and turns and goes up stairs.
Kenmore: Where's my med kit?
Kenmore starts looking around for it.
Riyyh sits on his bed and looks out the window, waiting for Mytag.
Nick points to the table beside Snake's bed.
Nick: Right there.
Kenmore goes over and starts rummaging through it.
Kenmore pulls out a bottle of pills and looks at it.
Kenmore: This isn't my bag.
Kenmore continues to search through the bag anyway.
Wise Snake isn't sure what to say after Dahlia's lack of response to her reassurance.
Wise Snake realizes her reassurance was utter B.S. anyway, and sighs.
Wise Snake: Never mind.
Dahlia: Oh no. I'm sorry.
Wise Snake reaches out and snags a piece of carrot since Dahlia's hunger is cutting through her apathy.
Dahlia: I was just - off with the fairies I guess.
Dahlia gazes after the Sectuib wistfully.
Wise Snake: OK.
Kenmore pulls out another bottle and examines it.
Wise Snake looks at Dahlia again, this time in surprise.
Kenmore pulls the lid off and takes two of the tablets.
Wise Snake looks at the stairs, then back at Dahlia.
Wise Snake bites her carrot thoughtfully.
Nick doesn't object, figuring Kenmore's pharmaceutical intake is Dahlia's problem, not his.
Kenmore: Nick, I should get down to the infirmary for my shift. Will you come with me, or do you need some time by yourself?
Nick considers, then shrugs.
Dahlia absentmindedly eats a large amount.
Wise Snake gradually becomes more hungry as she relaxes a little.
Wise Snake nibbles on the Sime meal.
Wise Snake is glad she is not allergic to many root vegetables.
Nick: I might as well.
Riyyh, being in need, thinks a number of very deep and depressing thoughts about the future and how fragile it is and how Mytag is so uncertain about staying at Naros.
Riyyh looks at the field outside his window, which has been harvested and looks very much like a barren dirt wasteland right now, and feels a sense of dread that has been lurking in the back of his heart for weeks now, start to become stronger.
Riyyh wonders if there will be time to train a replacement for Ruby, a Companion for him, before the Tecton cracks down on Naros, and realizes the answer is undoubtedly no.
Riyyh: ~need aggravated misery, emptiness and fear~
Riyyh tries to think about Snake instead, since Snake's problems make his pale by comparison, but discovers that dwelling on somebody else's problems is even more depressing than dwelling on his own.
Riyyh: Oh, dear.
Riyyh: Mytag, Mytag, where are you?
Riyyh checks the time and sighs; Mytag isn't due for a half hour yet.
Riyyh is having a hard time waiting out the correct time, having had zero experience with being shorted until this last month.
Riyyh looks at his arms, and sticks out his laterals to relieve the pressure.
Riyyh: ~~glum and in need~~
Riyyh hopes Dahlia and Snake won't require anything until after his transfer.
Mytag races into the house, past Dahlia and Snake and into the kitchen.
Mytag: Riyyh!
Mytag suddenly realises that there are other people in the house and rapidly back tracks.
Wise Snake looks up startled.
Wise Snake is sitting side by side with Dahlia on the couch eating lunch.
Mytag blinks at them both.
Mytag: What have you done with Riyyh!
Wise Snake looks at Dahlia, then at the stairs, then at Mytag.
Wise Snake: Nothing... yet.
Mytag: What? Where is he?
Wise Snake darts a glance at the stairs.
Mytag takes the hint.
Mytag: Up there? Be right back!
Mytag takes the steps 4 at a time and races in to the bedroom.
Mytag: Shen, I'm sorry!
Mytag: Are you all right?
Riyyh jumps up wildly.
Riyyh: Oh Mytag!
Riyyh flies to him in true form.
Riyyh: Oh, I thought you'd never come.
Mytag: Fivnik went through his disjunction earlier than expected. Sort of suddenly.
Mytag: He is fine!
Mytag: ~ happy support ~
Riyyh: Oh, that's wonderful.
Riyyh: ~~need~~
Mytag: Yeah, I didn't really mean to be there, just all of a sudden he was stalking me!
Riyyh will probably appreciate the value of the news much more when he's not thinking about falling endlessly into a yawning black hell.
Mytag: Tictoc stepped in and he went to her quite easily!
Mytag: ~ pleased ~
Riyyh is about ready to weep with desperation, except of course he can't.
Riyyh: Oh Mytag, I am so pleased for him, I truly am.
Riyyh clutches Mytag's arm, ronaplin coating his wrists.
Riyyh: Please, come here and sit by me?
Riyyh: [pleading]
Mytag: Oh. Sure.
Mytag drags his concentration onto Riyyh.
Mytag: ~ here for you ~
Riyyh nearly swoons [OK goes hyperconscious] as Mytag's attention centers on him.
Mytag: ~ all yours ~
Riyyh: I don't know if I can wait. [helplessly]
Riyyh: I'm sorry, Mytag.
Riyyh has been feeling inadequate around Mytag ever since Mytag came back from working for the Tecton.
Riyyh hadn't realized that until just now.
Mytag: Well you don't have to wait, Riyyh!
Mytag: ~ desire for transfer ~
Mytag is still all excited and primed to go after the disjunction.
Riyyh: You don't mind?
Riyyh seizes Mytag's other arm, getting ronaplin all over, well, everything.
Riyyh: ~~intil~~
Mytag eases his fingers over Riyyh's laterals.
Mytag: Mind? No!
Riyyh shudders, closing his eyes and going hyper.
Riyyh's tentacles clutch Mytag's arm for dear life.
Riyyh: [well... yeah]
Mytag: ~ do it! ~
Mytag: ~ enthusiastic desire ~
Riyyh yanks Mytag toward him (well, himself toward Mytag) and makes the 5th.
Mytag: ~ giving ~
Mytag: ~ shoving ~
Riyyh, infected by Mytag's recklessness, starts off at a much better clip than he had the last time around.
Riyyh feels the pushing and releases control to Mytag.
Riyyh: ~~neeeeed~~
Mytag thrusts selyn into Riyyh's systems.
Mytag pounds away at Riyyh's need.
Riyyh shudders and his grip tightens as Mytag demonstrates his transfer prowess.
Riyyh's seemingly bottomless hole of need is filled, more than filled, and yet he yearns for it to keep being filled.
Mytag feels like he is filling hole in sand with water, the more he fills the more the water soaks away.
Riyyh surrenders himself totally to influx of the spring of life.
Mytag starts to dry up.
Riyyh remains desperately open, seeking what drops remain.
Mytag tries to wring himself out.
Riyyh: ~~begging~~
Mytag starts to feel like he is choking.
Riyyh senses something is wrong.
Mytag starts to reluctantly turn off the tap.
Riyyh has to be content with that.
Riyyh: ~satisfied~
Mytag sighs, then realizes what he did.
Mytag: Oh shen Riyyh, I didn't mean to take you that way!
Mytag: ~ horrified ~
Riyyh blinks, then opens his eyes.
Mytag is glad that no one was there to see that.
Riyyh: No... no, that was... well that was certainly....
Mytag peers at him intently. "Was it OK?"
Riyyh: Oh Mytag, I'm glad you came back early.
Riyyh grabs Mytag and embraces him fiercely.
Mytag takes that as a yes.
Riyyh suddenly starts sobbing hysterically.
Mytag remembers that Snake and that Farris woman are downstairs.
Mytag: Riyyh! What's Snake doing here!
Mytag: ~ concern ~
Riyyh: Oh, Mytag!
Mytag: It's OK, Riyyh.
Riyyh: This last month has... er.... [distracted]
Riyyh: Well... they needed someplace private to go, they just had transfer, and... oh I don't know, I just couldn't bear to see them standing there with no where to go, [crying into Mytag's chest]
Mytag sighs. "Of course you couldn't. Doesn't matter that she tried to kill you."
Riyyh clutches Mytag harder as fear strikes him at the thought of how he'd just approached Wise Snake.
Riyyh: Oh shen, Mytag, I was so foolish!!
Mytag silently agrees and is glad that Riyyh probably can't zlin him yet.
Riyyh has managed to cry thoroughly all over Mytag's shirt front and shows no sign of drying up.
Mytag: Well, when I saw them they seemed to be eating you out of house and home.
Riyyh zlins Mytag's hunger and his post-transfer condition allows him to feel his own as well.
Riyyh: Oh.... well, yes, I gave them something, they seemed hungry,
Riyyh: Oh Mytag, what am I going to do without you?
Mytag reminds himself that he must count the silverware after Snake leaves.
Mytag: Without me?
Mytag feels a sudden panic.
Mytag: What do you mean "Without me"!!!
Mytag: What have you done!
Mytag worries that maybe Riyyh has traded him off to the Tecton or something.
Riyyh panics easily himself.
Riyyh: Nothing nothing!!
Riyyh's voice squeaks up into the C5 range.
Riyyh: It's just... you said you'd leave one day... I worry so much, Mytag.
Riyyh clings to Mytag's large, manly Gen chest.
Mytag closes his eyes in relief.
Mytag: I thought you had traded me out or something for a moment there.
Riyyh: No, no, I could never!
Riyyh: ~heartfelt~
Mytag: Well... all right.
Mytag is fairly certain that Riyyh had said similar things about Ruby.
Riyyh: No, I mean it.
Mytag: Hey, we should get downstairs and keep an eye on Snake.
Riyyh looks up into Mytag's eyes, trying to show his deep feelings of emotional dependence and fear of separation in a way a Gen can see.
Riyyh: Yes... yes, of course.
Riyyh: Oh, I'm a mess.
Mytag looks Riyyh over.
Riyyh looks at himself and clearly has no idea where to go with himself.
Mytag: You look fine to me.
Riyyh: Do you think so?
Mytag: Yes, unless you are planing on entertaining Heads of Households and forgot to tell me.
Riyyh has tousled hair, is covered from the waist up in ronaplin, and is still in the middle of crying his eyes out.
Riyyh: Well... no, no,
Riyyh thinks Snake doesn't count, not yet anyway.
Riyyh: OK, if you think....
Mytag is in similar condition.
Mytag: [only they aren't his tears]
Riyyh: All right.
Riyyh turns toward the stairs.
Mytag follows him out.
Mytag glances into the living room suspiciously.
Riyyh smiles at his guests.
Dahlia wipes the crumbs up off the plate.
Riyyh: Hello... I do apologize for being so long.
Dahlia looks at the Sectuib and smiles.
Riyyh brightens at her smile, and manages to look rather radiant despite his half-dried tears and fetchingly mussed hair.
Riyyh: How are you doing?
Dahlia feels rather turned on by the ronaplin all over his shirt.
Wise Snake studies Riyyh, then Dahlia.
Wise Snake glances at Mytag.
Dahlia: Thank you so much for the meal, it was wonderful.
Dahlia: You missed your calling, you should have been a chef rather then a Sectuib!
Riyyh doesn't have to be able to zlin to tell that she is turned on; he can see it in her eyes.
Dahlia laughs liltingly.
Riyyh can hear it in her laugh also.
Riyyh beams at the praise.
Riyyh: ~~flattered~~
Mytag looks at Snake and shrugs.
Riyyh: Why thank you, Dahlia.
Mytag: ~ oh well ~
Wise Snake stands and walks around Riyyh to next to Mytag.
Wise Snake puts the oh well field between hers and the others', because those others are making her feel, well,
Mytag looks at Riyyh, Dahlia, then Snake.
Riyyh sends Dahlia a "come hither" look and hints at the stairs.
Dahlia swoons and almost falls backward on the lounge in a most unladylike way.
Dahlia: ~ what, ME? ~
Riyyh darts in to catch her.
Dahlia: ~ can't believe it ~
Dahlia: Oh Sectuib, I came all over faint of a sudden!
Dahlia: Perhaps, if I could lay down somewhere for a moment...
Riyyh: ~stunningly handsome, virile, young, hunk [well, 1 out of 4 ain't bad] of a guy~
Riyyh: For as long as you like.
Dahlia: ~ weak helpless female - needs protecting ~
Riyyh picks up Dahlia and turns toward the stairs.
Mytag desperately doesn't want to be left alone with Snake.
Mytag: Do you want some help?
Wise Snake looks at Mytag in amazement.
Riyyh looks at Mytag in amazement.
Riyyh: Why Mytag! ~surprised pride~ I thought you would never ask!
Mytag is ~ relieved ~ until he realizes what Riyyh is going to do with Dahlia, then he is ~ shocked ~ and ~ horrified ~
Riyyh disappears up the stairs, still carrying Dahlia.
Mytag turns back to Snake in horror, realizing that she is post.
Wise Snake regards Mytag measuringly.
Mytag: Well, ummm....
Mytag: Snake.
Wise Snake: Nice weather we're having.
Mytag: Is it?
Mytag can read between the lines.
Wise Snake cocks an ear to listen up the stairs.
Mytag: Would you like something to drink?
Mytag would, preferably something Gen alcoholic.
Wise Snake considers Mytag for a few moments.
Wise Snake: All right.
Mytag goes to Riyyh's extensive collection of alcoholic gifts.
Mytag pours Snake a glass of porstan and himself some brandy.
Mytag: Here you go, Snake.
Wise Snake: Thank you.
Mytag: So, how was your transfer with the Farris Donor?
Mytag: ~ polite conversation ~
Wise Snake looks at the porstan and remembers the last time she drank any.
Wise Snake seems to recall that being half-carried home by Alea and Tarsh after making an utter fool of herself in a public place figured into it somewhere.
Wise Snake: She was....
Wise Snake: She did the best she could.
Mytag: Really? What was wrong?
Wise Snake has a sip of the porstan, then drinks 1/3 the glass.
Wise Snake: She couldn't satisfy me.
Mytag finds that hard to believe.
Mytag: What do you mean, she is a Zeor trained Farris!
Wise Snake: Yes, yes, and she's very good at what she does.
Wise Snake: But I require...
Wise Snake drains the rest of the Porstan.
Mytag waits for it.
Wise Snake: Pain.
Mytag: Pain? What do you mean, pain?
Wise Snake: I couldn't hurt her; therefore she cannot satisfy me fully.
Mytag: Gen pain!?
Wise Snake: Gen pain, my pain, somebody's pain.
Wise Snake is beyond caring who knows her secret now; it's been all over most of Naros anyway.
Mytag: Are you trying to tell me that you are some sort of junct or something?
Wise Snake: Junct? Shen no.
Wise Snake: I've never killed anyone.
Mytag: But you have hurt someone?
Wise Snake: Yes, many times.
Wise Snake: [distant]
Wise Snake looks into her porstan cup and notices that it's empty.
Mytag drains his brandy.
Mytag: Want another?
Wise Snake: Sure, what the shen.
Wise Snake hands him the glass.
Mytag pours them both another.
Wise Snake listens to the squeaking spring noise coming through the ceiling.
Mytag downs his glass and pours another.
Wise Snake: You know, there was a time when I didn't think it mattered.
Mytag: The pain?
Wise Snake drinks her porstan.
Wise Snake: Needing the pain.
Mytag picks up the bottles and carries them over to the small table.
Wise Snake: You see, I knew I'd be dead before the end of my First Year anyway.
Wise Snake: So what did it matter? Sometimes i'd get the pain, but I'd be so torn up I'd be sick the whole month. Other times I'd get no pain, but I wouldn't be satisfied either. What did it matter? It was a temporary condition.
Mytag sits on the lounge.
Mytag: But you aren't.
Wise Snake: Nope.
Wise Snake looks through the bottom of the glass.
Wise Snake: Still, gloriously, wretchedly, alive.
Mytag: And now?
Wise Snake reaches for the porstan bottle.
Mytag hands it to her.
Wise Snake: Thank you,
Wise Snake pours the glass full of porstan, then carefully [her reflexes may be slightly off by now] puts the glass on the table and starts drinking out of the bottle.
Wise Snake gets up and sits down next to Mytag which is nearer the table [OK her logic was never super strong in any case]
Wise Snake: I guess you had better luck.
Wise Snake points upward.
Wise Snake can tell he's perfectly Post.
Mytag: Wellll....
Wise Snake is not completely unpost herself, though it had been difficult to tell before she had 3 or 4 Porstans in her.
Mytag accidentally puts his arm around her shoulders.
Wise Snake: Do you suppose... did Tictoc ever verify he's really sterile?
Mytag: Eh? Who? Oh, Riyyh? Yeah.
Mytag: He is "adopting" a heir, can you believe that?
Mytag: Some girl from Fior.
Wise Snake: Fior?
Mytag: Anmesia or something.
Wise Snake's eyebrows hunch together.
Mytag: I think Fior....
Wise Snake: Is that a real Householding?
Mytag: I guess.
Wise Snake: I thought that was the Distect commune up in the, the hills there.
Mytag runs his finger over Snake's eyebrows.
Wise Snake puts her head on his shoulder for safekeeping.
Wise Snake: [also it's easier to lift the bottle when it doesn't have to go up so far]
Wise Snake is doing nicely, thank you.
Mytag runs his finger down her cheek.
Mytag hadn't realized what nice cheekbones Snake had.
Mytag continues down her long neck and feels a desire to kiss it.
Mytag kisses Snake's neck.
Mytag must be really drunk.
Wise Snake puts the bottle down... somewhere... and allows her hand to entangle fingers and tentacles in his hair.
Wise Snake is feeling miiiiiighty mellow and is up for a lot of things she probably wouldn't normally be up for.
Mytag continues kissing downwards until her clothing get in the way.
Wise Snake is also a lot cleaner and better groomed than she has been due to having just been released from the infirmary.
Wise Snake helps by using her other hand to unbutton a few buttons.
Wise Snake: [some tentacles find her own buttons while others somehow unbutton a few of his]
Mytag tangles with Snake's hand and tentacles.
Wise Snake looks up at him.
Mytag kisses her lips.
Wise Snake smiles slowly.
Wise Snake: Ummmmmmmm.
Wise Snake kisses him back.
Mytag removes her top from her shoulders.
Mytag groans with passion.
Riyyh comes down the stairs, wearing nothing but a bath towel and a dreamy expression.
Mytag rolls over slightly to cover her body with his.
Wise Snake shivers with delight as his hands touch her skin.
Riyyh walks past them to the liquor cabinet.
Mytag takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks gently.
Wise Snake cries out.
Riyyh pauses with two glasses in his hand and studies the pair.
Mytag stops. "Did I hurt you?"
Wise Snake: N-no....
Wise Snake pulls him back down.
Mytag continues where he left off.
Mytag thinks that the other one might feel left out, so switches sides.
Riyyh studies the scene and tries to decide if this is something he can, in good conscience, let Mytag go through with.
Wise Snake: Oh, yes.
Riyyh puts the two glasses down with a small sigh.
Riyyh: Oh, Mytag. [to himself]
Riyyh: I don't know which you'd be less likely to forgive me for.
Mytag makes "go away" gestures with his free hand, his other hand being occupied somewhere else.
Riyyh hesitates one last moment, then steals over to Mytag's side.
Riyyh goes hypo, not difficult considering his condition.
Mytag: ~ passionate ~
Riyyh gently places his hands on Mytag's shoulders.
Riyyh: Mytag? [gently]
Mytag: Mmmmmmm.
Mytag pushes the hand away.
Riyyh: I think it's time for you to, ah,
Riyyh: Come on, Mytag....
Riyyh takes one of Mytag's wrists.
Riyyh: Listen to me....
Riyyh: You don't want to do this.
Mytag gazes at Snake. "Excuse me a moment".
Wise Snake: Heyyy you big bullly [to Riyyh slurred]
Mytag staggers to his feet, [only treading on Snake a little bit] and turns unsteadily to face Riyyh.
Mytag: I thought I told you to go away.
Riyyh backs off a little.
Riyyh: Mytag, please. [submissive body language]
Mytag punches groggily at one of Riyyh's three moving faces.
Riyyh: You don't want this, you'll reg...!
Riyyh backs off even farther.
Wise Snake: Heeeyyyya heez kinda foxxy. [blurrily looking at Mytag's friend]
Riyyh: You'll regret it,
Mytag falls face down over the table.
Mytag gets back to his feet and takes another lunge at Riyyh.
Mytag: You get all the wumman Riyyh!
Riyyh backs off, waving his tentacles fearfully, yet filled with caring for Mytag.
Mytag: You leave this one to me! She ain't my sister!
Mytag: Is she?
Riyyh: But Mytag, you don't want this one... no, no she's not your sister.
Mytag: I do to want her!
Riyyh thinks, he has been guilty of many sins but fathering Farris children on Bender Cove prostitutes was not one of them.
Mytag: Go way!
Wise Snake crawls towards them and uses the table Mytag fell on as a prop.
Mytag turns back to the wumman on the lounge.
Mytag: Now, where were we?
Wise Snake: Hey Myyyyytag can you introduce me to yer freeeind?
Wise Snake passes out.
Mytag grabs Snake and puts her back on the lounge.
Wise Snake: Ummmble... gibber.
Riyyh comes back to the couch, nervously.
Mytag kisses her nipples again.
Riyyh inspects Snake.
Riyyh: She's unconscious, Mytag.
Mytag passes out on top of Snake.
Riyyh sighs in relief, picks up Mytag, and carries him off to deposit in a safe place.
Riyyh then goes back and fetches two drinks and returns to Dahlia.
Notes:
1) Only because Mytag recently updated it! [return]