Sime~Gen Roleplaying: Householding Naros Scenario
Episode #71: Poor Linn! (12/1/98)
Riyyh is expecting Linn in his office.
Riyyh isn't sure how she'll take his proposal, but hopes it goes well.
Linn arrives with a teacherly tote bag of curriculum notes, having spoken to Jamalas.
Linn signals.
Riyyh: Come in....
Linn enters.
Linn: You wanted to discuss something with me, Sectuib Riyyh?
Riyyh: Hello, Linn. [smiles]
Riyyh: Yes, please have a seat... would you like some tea?
Linn smiles back.
Riyyh: ~friendly~
Linn: I would love some tea.
Linn sits.
Riyyh jumps up to get her some.
Riyyh: How have things been going over at the school?
Riyyh has heard more than a few rumors.
Linn: ~~ eagerness ~~
Linn: I think the musical program will be quite successful.
Riyyh: Oh, I am glad to hear that.
Linn thinks that the kids are cute enough that their parents (and foster parents) won't notice the off-key parts.
Riyyh beams, looking every bit as cute as (or maybe 25-50% more than) the kids.
Linn: However, the Genlan texts are hopelessly out of date.
Riyyh's smile fades.
Riyyh: Oh... I am terribly sorry.
Riyyh: We do have one or two on order.
Linn: The children will learn the language more rapidly if they have texts which teach vocabulary which is readily applicable.
Linn: ~~ slightly apologetic ~~
Riyyh may not be a teacher, but he is aware of the distinction between a book that is out of date content-wise, and a book that is out of date stylistically. He thinks it's terribly unfair of Linn and Jamalas to put pressure on him to replace books that are simply old fashioned.
Riyyh: Of course.
Riyyh: You're right.
Linn: They know the Ancients are long dead, and they seem to think that Genlan is no longer spoken by real people, whom they might meet.
Riyyh nods.
Linn: I've told them that everybody speaks it, where I come from, but I'm not sure that I've convinced them it's true.
Riyyh: Everybody speaks it here. [points out]
Riyyh: After all, everybody in our junct program, with few exceptions, are from Gen Territory.
Linn: Yes, but when they go to town, all the conversation is in Simelan.
Riyyh sighs.
Riyyh doesn't think that the children's limited opportunities to go to town don't include exposure to Genlan constitutes a particularly alarming problem.
Linn: I am sorry to have to trouble you about it.
Riyyh: I see. [nods] No, no, thank you for bringing it to my attention.
Riyyh: We do have book or two on order, that were chosen off your list.
Linn: I do appreciate that.
Linn: ~~ appreciation ~~
Linn: Tell me, have the Genlan classes ever taken a field trip to visit Gen Territory?
Riyyh: No.
Riyyh: It's five hundred miles away, Linn, I mean, that'd be a trip of many many days.
Riyyh thinks that between Linn and Rachel, the special interests are going to put Naros into the poorhouse.
Riyyh: ~worry~
Linn regretfully discards the easiest way to convince her classes that Genlan is just as useful a language as Simelan.
Linn: Is something wrong, Sectuib Riyyh?
Riyyh: I don't want to discourage you, Linn, but couldn't you think of some way of teaching them Genlan that makes use of their childish curiosity and goodwill rather than spending a lot of money?
Riyyh: The only reason they are learning Genlan at all is because A, it is traditional and B, so that they can speak to the people in the junct program in their native language.
Riyyh: Perhaps you can work with that?
Linn sips at her tea thoughtfully.
Riyyh is anxious to appease Linn without giving up any more budget.
Riyyh thinks what he really should do is point Linn in Rachel's direction and tell her to convince the woman that selling one of the new stallions will help out the school.
Linn: They can learn simple vocabulary that way, but they'll never understand the cultural context if they only associate Genlan with the Ancients.
Riyyh: What way? [patiently]
Linn: And culture is a large part of the problem in learning any language.
Linn: With the current materials.
Linn has had first-hand experience of the nasty traps culture sets for people trying to master a new language.
Riyyh: Linn, really I think you aren't looking at the full breath of resources already available here at Naros.
Riyyh: What better way for them to learn but to interact with the juncts themselves?
Riyyh: It is, as I say, traditional.
Riyyh: Most of the younger ones have been away from Gen Territory less than a year.
Linn: But they are trying so hard to reject their past, most of them, and adjust to life on this side of the border.
Linn: Not that I blame them.
Riyyh really thinks Linn is being quite unreasonable about this.
Linn: However, from my students' reaction to me, it's plain that they've never considered that a person could be very happy living in Gen Territory.
Riyyh sighs unhappily.
Riyyh: I think that a good deal of effort is put into raising our children to be non-judgmental.
Linn: Well, I'll do what I can, with whatever materials I can find.
Linn: I just don't like to see my class short-changed from lack of resources, that's all.
Riyyh is depressed by Linn's closed-mindedness and utter lack of interest in exploiting the large number of Gen Territory natives available.
Riyyh: Well... thank you for bringing this to my attention.
Riyyh: I shall certainly give the matter some thought.
Linn nods.
Riyyh isn't used to people who aren't interested in keeping Naros inside Naros and using Naros resources to solve problems.
Riyyh supposes there will be quite a bit of this sort of thinking going on with all the new people arrived.
Linn: Was there anything else, Sectuib Riyyh?
Riyyh considers bringing up the subject of her possible qualification, but doesn't think he could do the subject justice at this point.
Riyyh: No, that was all. Thank you, Linn.
Linn: I do want you know how much I appreciate being back in front of a classroom.
Riyyh smiles at her.
Riyyh: I'm glad.
Linn stands.
Linn leaves the office and makes her way towards Snake's guest cottage.
Linn signals in front of the door.
Wise Snake is lounging on the couch re-reading an article about nerve impulse aberrations in Zeor Traveller.
Wise Snake understandably fails to notice the door.
Wise Snake: [this is really gripping stuff]
Nick looks up from "Addicted to Pain".
Nick: Was that the door?
Wise Snake grunts automatically.
Wise Snake turns a page.
Nick: Was that a "yes" grunt or a "no" grunt?
Nick: ~~ amusement ~~
Wise Snake looks up.
Wise Snake: What?
Wise Snake: [vague]
Nick: Is there someone at the door?
Wise Snake looks at the door.
Wise Snake: I don't know, do you want me to go look?
Nick has developed a certain amount of patience required for dealing with Farris monomania.
Wise Snake gets up and goes to the door.
Wise Snake opens the door.
Linn has almost given up.
Wise Snake: Oh.
Wise Snake closes the door.
Wise Snake: Linn's there. [to Nick]
Linn: Oh, Snake.....
Wise Snake returns to the couch and becomes engrossed in her magazine once again.
Linn's greeting trails off as the door shuts in her face.
Linn: ~~ hurt ~~
Nick: ~~ exasperation ~~
Wise Snake zlins Nick's exasperation and looks up.
Wise Snake looks at Nick in surprise.
Nick: Don't you think shutting the door in Linn's face was a bit much? You could at least have said hello.
Wise Snake wonders why, if Nick is so gung-ho on doors and who's behind them, he didn't just answer it himself in the first place.
Wise Snake: Oh, all right.
Wise Snake puts down the magazine and goes to open the door again.
Linn slowly walks back through the garden.
Wise Snake notes Linn has left and figures it couldn't have been that important.
Wise Snake: She took off.
Nick: Was she upset?
Wise Snake: Not really.
Wise Snake is using, of course, the Farris definition of "upset".
Wise Snake: [or rather, the Snake Farris definition of "upset"]
Nick makes a mental note to seek Linn out when he has a break and apologize on Snake's behalf.
Nick: I understand Riyyh's asked her to teach Genlan to the Naros kids.
Wise Snake: I think it's more like she was moping around underfoot and he gave her something to do in the hopes it would distract her.
Wise Snake has a fairly cynical view of the world in general, including Riyyh and his motivations.
Nick: Whatever the reason, she's looking better than I've seen her since she lost Bum Bum.
Wise Snake: Great. [grunts]
Wise Snake of course doesn't care to take responsibility for that particular loss, since she was unconscious at the time he bailed.
Nick: Have you given any thought towards finding her another channel, to qualify her properly?
Wise Snake: Not really. I mean, it's a pretty low priority compared to deciding what to do and getting out of here.
Nick nods.
Nick: How's that planning coming along?
Wise Snake shrugs.
Wise Snake: I've had a few ideas.
Wise Snake: [vaguely]
Nick: Want to talk them over? Sometimes that helps.
Wise Snake: Well I thought about, you know, voyaging to the lower continent.
Nick: By ship?
Wise Snake: I've got a few connections there, business type thing, could be interesting.
Wise Snake: What? Oh, that doesn't matter. Either way.
Wise Snake hadn't really dwelt much on the transportation in between.
Nick: The problem would be to find you enough work along the way.
Nick thinks, treating a seasick Companion wouldn't be enough.
Wise Snake: Well, it's not as if that wouldn't be an issue no matter what.
Wise Snake is oblivious to the grammatical nightmare of that last sentence.
Nick: True.
Nick: What other possibilities are you considering?
Nick projects ~~ encouragement and interest ~~ in hopes of keeping Snake from disappearing into the article again.
Wise Snake: Well....
Wise Snake: I was thinking of Gen Territory. On the East coast.
Nick: Gen Territory?
Nick: That would certainly be out of reach of the Tecton.
Nick: There wouldn't be any competition for work, even from other rogues.
Wise Snake is actually pulling these ideas out of thin air because the only real actual idea she'd been able to muster thus far was simply to set out from Naros in a somewhat Westward direction with no real goal in mind.
Wise Snake had been planning on remaining suitably mysterious on the subject if pressed.
Nick: It might be doable, though.
Wise Snake grunts.
Nick: The Tecton is always trying to put in new Sime Centers--it would be as simple as taking over a newly opening one, and losing the Tecton's records of it.
Wise Snake: Ummh.
Nick: Are there any other possibilities on your list?
Wise Snake: Er....
Wise Snake wracks her brain, which is still shaking off the dregs of the technical nitty gritty of aberrational nerve performance.
Wise Snake: Well we could always, er,
Nick watches the aberrational nerve performance gradually win the battle for herpetological attention.
Nick sighs and picks his book back up.
Wise Snake absently picks up her magazine and resumes reading.
Linn is sitting in the cafeteria, looking over some possible class materials.
Linn sips absently at her tea.
Eruditia marches into Naros' Dining Hall and surveys the offerings.
Eruditia is taking the opportunity of their long, unfortunate marooning in the sticks, to eat as much non-Farris-safe food as she can.
Linn turns a page.
Eruditia heaps her plate with a Gen sized portion of various danger-to-Farrises-marked foods, then gets some tea.
Linn marks a possibly useful passage with a pencil.
Eruditia finds a place to sit, as it happens at Linn's table.
Eruditia nods politely to Linn and starts to eat.
Linn puts her book politely aside.
Linn: Good afternoon, Eruditia.
Eruditia: Hello, Linn.
Eruditia: Oh, this fathpicha is excellent.
Eruditia: ~appreciation of normally forbidden hot dish~
Linn: There are some good offerings today, aren't there?
Eruditia: I love picha-mushrooms, can't get enough of them, but we don't have them back home.
Eruditia is in a rare good mood.
Linn: Whyever n... Oh, of course.
Eruditia doesn't often indulge in Gen greed, especially not when her assigned channel is around.
Linn: I admit that I do welcome a change from apples, at times.
Linn gives Eruditia a conspiratorial smile, Gen to Gen.
Eruditia smiles back.
Linn: Have you tried the fruggleberry tarts?
Eruditia: Oh yes.
Linn: Delicious, aren't they?
Eruditia: Did you see the ones with the strawberry hearts someone made day before yesterday?
Linn: Yes. My mother used to make them like that.
Eruditia: What cunning little hearts.
Eruditia: I had never seen those.
Linn: In fact, sometimes my mother would leave off the fruggleberries and just make the tarts with strawberries.
Linn: I do miss regular access to strawberries.
Eruditia: Strawberry tarts! Now that sounds interesting.
Eruditia: Did she make green-tomato pie also?
Linn: No, the green tomatoes we fried or made into mincemeat.
Linn: I can't recall eating mincemeat here....
Eruditia: Well.
Eruditia: I suppose who has time for foolishness with meals?
Eruditia: ~wistfulness giving way to the usual no-nonsense briskness~
Linn smiles lopsidedly.
Linn: Now you sound like a Sime.
Eruditia: When you're born and raised around them, my dear, it comes as naturally as can be.
Linn: I suppose it must.
Linn: Still, it seems a shame to overlook Gen pleasures just because Simes don't share them.
Linn is struck by a sudden thought.
Linn: Speaking of Simes sharing, I never did get a chance to ask you.
Eruditia looks at Linn in question.
Linn: At one point I was advised to stay strictly away from your delegation, or risk being, er, "appropriated" by the Tecton for Donor training.
Linn: Is the Tecton really that desperate?
Linn has a hard time imagining such a thing, after her interactions with the staff at the Bender Cove Center.
Eruditia: Well, I suppose that depends on how you look at it.
Eruditia: On the one hand, it isn't as if nobody can get the Donors they need each month for survival.
Eruditia: But on the other hand, many many Donors and channels of all types are required in order to spread the Tecton's law and peace across the continent.
Linn: I see.
Eruditia: You see, in many areas there are few or no channels available.
Eruditia: Look at Gen Territory. And there are many Sime territories which must be civilized.
Linn: I know.
Eruditia: I'm not sure why you were asked to stay away from us particularly. Kenmore doesn't usually make a practice of kidnapping anybody unless they show remarkable potential.
Eruditia looks at Linn with more interest.
Linn shrugs.
Linn: I've not even qualified, really.
Linn: At least not with a channel.
Linn: And I don't know if I ever will, now.
Eruditia: Oh?
Eruditia isn't sure what to say to that.
Eruditia: Well, do you want to be a Donor?
Eruditia wonders if Linn is approaching her out of curiosity.
Linn sips thoughtfully at her tea.
Linn: I'm not sure.
Linn: I liked working with Bum Bum, after I got to know him.
Linn: I miss it, now that he's... gone.
Linn: But the day or so I worked with Mostan, last month, wasn't the same, somehow.
Eruditia nods sympathetically.
Eruditia: Well, maybe the reason why you feel ambiguous is you've never received proper training?
Eruditia: Why don't you check out a Tecton-authorized training program's literature and maybe talk to one of their intake counsellors?
Linn imagines Snake's reaction if one of "her" people appeared to be defecting to the Tecton.
Linn: I'm not completely sure that would be a good idea.
Linn: Snake is rather touchy on the subject of the Tecton, and she's been through so much recently....
Linn: I'd hate to set her recovery back.
Linn: That's why I thought I'd discuss the matter with you first.
Eruditia snorts.
Eruditia: I wouldn't count on basing your life on that wash-up's whims too much longer.
Linn: Oh?
Eruditia has never been particularly fond of Snake, not since the incident in the Zeor library.
Linn: ~~ alarm ~~
Linn: She's worse?
Eruditia: She's as bad as it gets, and going nowhere fast.
Eruditia: Good, decent people with a future ahead of them should cut themselves loose before their reputations and legal standings get ruined entirely.
Eruditia: ~firmly~
Linn: I see.
Eruditia sounds like either an imperious schoolteacher or a prim congressional matriarch.
Eruditia: At any rate, she'll never outlive the next year.
Linn realizes that she grossly misjudged Eruditia's objectivity.
Linn: She was told she'd never survive First Year.
Eruditia: Yes, I suppose whoever said that hadn't figured in breaking every law that the Tecton and basic humanity hold dear. [dryly]
Eruditia: However, cheating only lasts a person so long.
Eruditia: And people who ride on the coat-tails of cheaters, [adds] are fooling themselves.
Linn: She hasn't broken every law of basic humanity, Eruditia.
Eruditia: Name one she hasn't?
Eruditia: [curious]
Linn: Whatever else she's done, she took me in when I'd been left for dead, and gave me a home and a family again.
Eruditia is actually starting to enjoy herself; eating fine Gen-gusto cuisine and arguing about the extent of Wise Snake's damnation is a rare combination.
Eruditia: I've heard that story. [thoughtfully] Of course, it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been associating with her in the first place.
Eruditia: At least, that's what she says.
Linn shrugs.
Linn: What's important is that it did happen, and that I owe Snake for her assistance.
Eruditia: Well, if that's how you feel about it.
Eruditia thinks it's Linn's funeral, and a shame too.
Eruditia: Everybody's entitled.
Linn: Very much so.
Eruditia: Oh! Look at the time... Ifto will be in a tizzy.
Eruditia grabs up her tray.
Eruditia: Good day, Linn.
Eruditia hurries off.
Linn looks after Eruditia, shaking her head.
Hero bounces into the Dining Hall.
Hero: Hi Linn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Linn looks up at Hero's call.
Linn: Hello, Hero.
Hero waves her arm enthusiastically and runs over to Linn's table.
Hero: I heard you're being Qualified by Mostan and Jasin at the same time.
Linn: What?
Hero: Oh wow that is so bizarre. ~envy~ Hey isn't Jasin cute?????
Hero: He is like, so buff.
Hero: I would totally die to have transfer with him, except of course he's only a 3rd.
Hero: Oh well, maybe afterward?
Linn would rather not imagine this unknown Jasin in the buff.
Hero: What are you eating? Oo, can I have the last bite of your tart?
Hero: Well I heard that they were both in his office talking about it.
Linn looks at Hero severely.
Linn: There are plenty of tarts over on the serving line.
Hero stops bouncing.
Linn: Help yourself, if you're hungry.
Hero: Oh, OK.
Hero: Why are you such a grouch?
Hero: Is it because you got all shorted and everything last month?
Linn hands flutter in distress.
Linn: I'm sorry, Hero. It's been a difficult day.
Hero: ~childish curiosity~
Hero sits down.
Hero: How come?
Hero jumps up again.
Hero moves over to another chair and sits down again, then bounces up again moments later.
Hero: ~interest~
Hero: I would be like so bummed if I had to teach all those classes.
Hero: Eeeuuuw!
Hero: Why'd you get stuck with those?
Hero: Teaching is like, so boring. You're only allowed to say certain things.
Linn: I've had three distressing interviews--or lack of them--that's all.
Hero: Three interviews????
Hero: Really?
Linn: Yes.
Hero: Who else besides Riyyh and Snake?
Hero: ~innocently~
Linn blinks at this proof of Hero's information sources.
Linn: You mean you don't know?
Hero: No, unless it was old whips-and-bondage who was just leaving here.
Hero: She is sooooo into leather. Well and like brass buckles and stuff.
Hero: ~bafflement~
Hero: I mean, why not just go horseback riding or what-ever.
Hero flips back her hair.
Linn: I'm sure she has her reasons.
Hero: Do you think she does it with her channel?
Hero: ~academic interest~
Linn: Ride horses?
Hero: You mean like in bed? I never thought of it that way!
Hero: ~excited~
Hero: No wonder with the bridle and what not. Ohmigod. ~dawn arriveth~
Hero: But why were all your talks all depressing and what not.
Hero: I always get all empowered when I go talk to Riyyh and stuff.
Hero isn't sure if empowered is the right word.
Linn: I wasn't searching for empowerment, you see.
Hero: Enlightenment?
Hero is learning about Empowerment, Enlightenment and Encouragement in Donor school.
Linn: No.
Hero has actually found that Riyyh isn't much good for anything but Encouragement, but that he has in plenty.
Hero makes a sigh of exaggerated teenagerish impatience.
Hero: What then?
Linn: I was after funding for class materials.
Hero: Class materials?
Hero draws a blank.
Hero: [a second or two of silence ensues]
Hero: Ummm... really?
Hero: For, like, your classes and all?
Linn: Yes. There are several books that would be quite valuable.
Hero: Oh.
Hero: Whyn't you ask Mytag then? He's the one always buying books.
Linn: He does?
Linn: For the school?
Hero: I know how you can make Riyyh do it though. ~confidential~
Hero: It's really easy.
Hero: I mean, Mytag only buys the really useful books like agriculture and Donoring. But you can make Riyyh buy whatever you want.
Linn: Oh?
Hero: How many books do you want?
Linn: I would prefer to have a complete set for each class, but that seems to be unrealistic.
Hero: OK so how many is that? ~helpless female Gen~
Hero seems unaware of the absurdity of playing the helpless female Gen game with a fellow female Gen.
Linn waves the question aside.
Linn: That appears to be unrealistic.
Linn: However, two or three copies of each book would at least give me a good start.
Hero: OK so... maybe like 25 books or something, and share them? OK here's what you do.
Hero: So first you get really, really frustrated.
Hero: I mean, you know, so you're ready to cry.
Linn: Cry?
Hero: Then you go and talk to somebody who's a real jerk, like, um, [was going to say Snake] well, somebody you don't like who's always picking on you.
Hero: Then when the whole world seems like it's going to end, go into Riyyh's office and throw yourself on him sobbing, and make sure he zlins everything.
Hero: When he asks you what's wrong, tell him all you need is 3 tiny little copies of each book so the poor kids will get an education, or like, whatever.
Hero is a little doubtful that the kids will be that enthused by learning their reading material is to be increased, but oh well.
Hero: Trust me, it will totally work.
Linn considers Hero's suggestion.
Hero: But if you act like you're all together and cool and everything, he'll think it isn't that big a deal.
Hero: I mean, you don't want him to be thinking, and all, it just doesn't work.
Linn: Well, you may have a point, there.
Hero has never successfully been able to pull this off herself, but has witnessed many others succeed and thinks she has the formula down.
Hero: Oh, and don't wear any clothes that wrinkle easily. [adds]
Hero racks her brains for any additional details.
Linn is slightly appalled at the cold-blooded manipulation of Hero's approach.
Hero is entirely unconcerned with morality, being a bubble headed teeny bopper.
Linn: Why do you suggest wrinkle-free clothing?
Hero: Well I mean he will be hugging you and all, trying to get you to stop crying.
Hero: And, well, you never know what could happen.
Hero: You might have to play it by ear, you know? Hey a person has to be flexible.
Linn: I see.
Linn tries not to be too hard on Hero; after all, rumor has it that she's 3/4 Riyyh.
Hero: What about Snake? What'd she say that was so terrible?
Hero: I think she is um, well, kind of a grouch.
Linn: She didn't say anything at all.
Hero: Even if she did get Post last time.
Hero: I don't think... what? Nothing?????????
Linn: Nothing at all.
Hero: But you went to her house.
Linn still feels ~~ hurt ~~
Linn: That's true.
Hero: What she just ignored you, and all? ~baffled~
Linn: Yes.
Hero: Wow. I would be so tweaked.
Hero: I mean, if we were friends or anything.
Hero: Why don't you tell her to like, take a hike or something.
Hero: Or would she totally go off on you?
Hero is sympathetic.
Linn: I suspect she was distracted by something.
Linn has grown used to Farris manners--or lack thereof.
Hero: Wow, I totally get distracted a lot.
Hero: But I wouldn't ignore somebody. Never. Cross my heart.
Linn: Snake's different.
Hero: You can say that again!
Linn sees no point in that, since she's already said it quite clearly once.
Hero: Well what about Eruditia?
Hero: What'd she say?
Hero: She didn't ignore you, did she?
Linn: No. But she was much less objective than I'd hoped.
Hero: Obdjective??? [manages to repeat the word wrong while still somehow appearing precocious and bright]
Linn: More or less.
Hero: What'd you want to talk to her about?
Hero: ~curious~
Hero is having a gossip field day here.
Linn: I was hoping she'd be able to give me some perspective on some advice I'd been given, but she couldn't.
Hero: Hey you know where to get some really great underwear?
Linn: Underwear?
Hero: In Emerald's old house, up on the second floor, there is all this great stuff she made before she bailed, and Riyyh won't let anybody move in there in the hopes she'll come back.
Hero: Linn, I am totally good at giving perspective on advice.
Hero: What advice and who gave it??????
Hero: ~eager~
Linn looks at Hero.
Hero grins at Linn.
Linn: Forgive me, Hero, but you don't have the relevant experience.
Hero: Do too!
Hero: ~indignant~
Hero: Er, what kind of experience?
Hero realizes it must be, like sexual experience.
Hero suddenly wonders if Linn was asking Eruditia for advice about brass buckles or something and turns bright red.
Linn: You've never worked for the Tecton.
Hero: Wow! The Tecton really?
Hero had no idea.
Linn: Yes.
Hero: Riyyh always said there were loads of things that all the channels and stuff have to do that we don't do at Naros usually.
Linn: Exactly.
Hero: But I mean, he was making it sound like just paperwork and stuff.
Hero: It must be so wild!
Hero: Have you ever gone to one of their, I mean, well, have you ever been with a Tecton channel?
Hero: ~avidly curious~
Linn: I met several channels at the Bender Cove Center.
Hero: Several!!!!! Wow.
Hero is truly impressed.
Hero: I didn't think... well, I see what you mean.
Hero: I mean, I am not totally inexperienced but when you talk that kind of thing, well,
Hero giggles.
Hero: This is so cool.
Hero: I am going to have to tell all my friends.
Hero: I'll bet you old Riyyh was just hiding this from us so we wouldn't all want to join!
Hero: ~vindicated~
Linn: Really? I assure you, donating to a Tecton channel isn't that different than donating to a non-Tecton channel.
Hero: Oh yeah I suppose. I mean, plain old donating.
Hero: ~indifference~
Linn: That sounds dull to you, I know, but it was a bit more interesting than this out-Territory teacher would have preferred.
Hero: No kidding!!!!
Hero: Oh wow.
Hero: ~avid curiosity~
Hero: Hey are you going to donate to Riyyh this month? I mean like Tecton style?
Linn: I don't know.
Hero: You ought to be careful though, if you do, he's kind of old.
Hero: ~concern~
Hero: Too much excitement and all....
Hero: So are like all the buckles and straps and things built onto the transfer lounges?
Hero: Would they let you strap up the channel or would that be too Distect?
Hero: ~enthusiastic~
Linn: Buckles and straps? I never saw those on a transfer lounge.
Linn: Although Snake did have several pieces of furniture like that, at one point.
Hero: Snake really???? Oh cool!
Hero: I'll have to tell all my friends that too.
Hero: What did it feel like?
Hero: You know, to get, ~fascinated~ strapped in and all.
Hero: Did you feel all anxious, or was it kind of nice?
Hero: Did the straps hurt?
Hero: Did she like, grab you or come on all nice?
Linn: Umm, I believe Griff was the only one who experimented with the straps.
Linn: Perhaps you should ask him?
Hero: Griff? Ewww.
Hero and Griff have been on bad terms ever since she got him in trouble for stealing the genetics charts.
Hero: No thanks!
Hero: I mean, I know he is your friend and all, but not for me.
Hero: He asked me if I'd ever seen the guts of a rat. [face screwed up]
Linn: He does tend to be fascinated by guts.
Hero: Yuck!
Hero: Well, I gotta go, I see someone I have to talk to.
Linn: Goodbye, Hero.
Hero: Nice talking to you Linn! [yells as she runs off in pursuit of her next victim]
Hero: Hey Ifto!! Come back here! [receding into distance]