Sime~Gen Roleplaying on IRC: Householding Naros Scenario
Episode #110: The Little Things you Do (2/4/99)
Eppvad signals at Riyyh's office door.
Eppvad is a suntanned, rustic sort of Sime, who looks a bit out of place indoors.
Riyyh: Come in...
Riyyh is valiantly trying to deal with the ever increasing pile of paperwork on his desk.
Eppvad is holding a cap in his hands, turning it nervously in his gnarled hands and tentacles.
Eppvad opens the door and enters.
Eppvad sees the pile of papers on the desk.
Eppvad: Sectuib, I could come back later, when you've finished your work.
Riyyh looks somewhat tired.
Eppvad: ~~ embarrassed ~~
Riyyh: Oh dear, I'm afraid you'd be waiting forever.
Riyyh: Do sit down.
Riyyh: Would you like any tea?
Riyyh puts down his pen and gives Eppvad his full attention.
Eppvad: ~~ solemn ~~
Eppvad: Sectuib, I wanted you act as an official witness.
Riyyh examines Eppvad carefully.
Riyyh: Yes, of course, for what?
Riyyh: ~~encouraging~~
Eppvad: Do you remember when Rachel brought that extra stallion back from her horse-buying expedition?
Riyyh: Yes...?
Riyyh's own tentacles flutter anxiously.
Eppvad: And I said that if the beast ever did anything to justify its keep, I'd eat my hat?
Riyyh: I don't remember you saying that precisely....
Riyyh doesn't want to see anybody actually eat a hat, and he wouldn't put that past Eppvad.
Riyyh: I take it this month's stable report is a positive one financially?
Eppvad: Well, we haven't spent any money, if that's what you mean.
Eppvad: No wagons have been able to get through.
Riyyh thinks his way through that one and eventually nods sadly.
Riyyh: Of course, of course... you're right.
Eppvad: But that useless stud of Rachel's--it chased off a wild dog that was sniffing around, up to no good.
Riyyh: A dog within the walls?
Eppvad: Yeah. Probably walked over the wall on a drift.
Eppvad: Probably would have murdered the chickens, and there would go our egg supply.
Eppvad shakes his head, looking at his cap.
Riyyh: Well, Eppvad, I am certainly glad your mind is more at ease regarding the horse....
Eppvad: Who would have thought it of that useless hunk of horse.
Riyyh realizes these people must be very desperate for signs of usefulness in the horse, considering there are plenty of domesticated dogs in Naros which could have scared off the intruder.
Riyyh smiles kindly at Eppvad.
Riyyh: Has there been any progress in training him to harness?
Eppvad: Well, the leather working class is getting better at repairing the broken straps.
Riyyh knows Rachel had the horse in ride-able condition, but Riyyh's personal interest in Naros' horses is in their utility at the plow and drawing wagons.
Riyyh: ...Oh, I see.
Riyyh: Well, keep trying. After all, we won't really require him until spring, right?
Riyyh tries to be as encouraging and supportive as possible.
Riyyh does hope to get a chance to speak to Rachel again about possibly gelding the stud.
Eppvad nods, feeling artificially better.
Riyyh had tried twice before, but she wanted to find out what sort of foals he produced first.
Eppvad: Well, I won't take up any more of your time, then.
Riyyh: Thank you for bringing me this report.
Riyyh: I appreciate it. [smiles gently]
Eppvad gets to his feet, still twirling the cap nervously.
Rapol is dozing on the couch.
Riyyh: You don't have to eat your hat. [adds quickly]
Riyyh: I am sure everybody believes you were sincere.
Eppvad nods at Rapol, then scurries from the office.
Riyyh sighs and returns the mound of stuff on his desk.
Riyyh: Requisitions... bills... taxes... love letters... complaints....
Riyyh looks fondly over at the sleeping Rapol.
Rapol's mouth is open as his head is flopped back.
Riyyh certainly hopes he himself looks a lot more elegant than that while sleeping.
Riyyh has spent years trying to perfect the art of being completely graceful and alluring while unconscious.
Rapol: ~~ pulses in a double beat of heart rate and respiration ~~
Riyyh frowns slightly as Rapol's nager changes.
Rapol starts breathing more through his mouth.
Rapol shifts, turning a bit to one side.
Riyyh gets up and goes over to the couch, hoping Rapol isn't having another nightmare.
Riyyh: [OK let's face it... he also has a lot of boring paperwork on his desk and is very near turnover]
Riyyh sits down at Rapol's side and brushes the hair gently from his forehead.
Riyyh wears a ~~soothing~~ nager, for whatever good it might do.
Rapol: ~~ slight sinus congestion ~~
Riyyh notes the sinus congestion and moves both hands near the afflicted area, gently projecting a healing field.
Riyyh could basically sit here hovering all day, jumping on every little noise or change in Rapol's nager, rather than getting anything done.
Riyyh is painfully aware that that luxury really doesn't exist anymore, and he probably should go back to what he was doing.
Rapol's immune system realizes someone is watching and gets off it's whatever cells rest on.
Riyyh sighs, and lets his tentacles caress Rapol's chin briefly, before getting up.
Rapol: [T-cells look busy and self-important as they direct the attack on bacteria]
Riyyh's attention remains partially on Rapol to make sure that everything is more or less under control, as he drags himself sighing and self-pityingly to his desk.
Riyyh sits down again and picks up a requisition for 25 new math books for the school.
Riyyh: Didn't we just buy books this year?
Riyyh puts the paper down and starts looking rather ineffectually through the file drawer.
Riyyh is finding concentration difficult as turnover approaches, and only the certain knowledge that the records are in there keeps him searching.
Rapol drifts upwards towards the conscious world.
Riyyh searches from the back to the middle, then from the front to the 1/3 mark, then hits a point about 1/4 way from the middle to the front, then becomes convinced he hasn't seen them all yet and starts searching from the back again.
Rapol wakes up and pulls his head upright.
Rapol yawns and rubs at his eyes.
Riyyh pulls his hand from the file drawer and looks over at Rapol, more relieved than he'd admit even to himself.
Riyyh: Hello. [smiles]
Rapol smiles sleepily. "Time?"
Riyyh: It's just after noon.
Rapol nods.
Rapol: How you doing?
Riyyh: I missed you.
Riyyh has said this a lot to Rapol.
Riyyh smiles again, this time more gently.
Rapol: Sorry. ~~ glad ~~
Rapol looks over at the file drawer.
Riyyh follows Rapol's gaze ruefully.
Rapol: Paperwork?
Rapol knows paperwork is eternal, and the question is a routine pleasantry.
Riyyh: It's endless. [partially feigned drama]
Riyyh: Poor Wolfa.
Rapol nods in ~~ sympathy ~~.
Rapol: Wolfa? ~~ curiosity ~~
Riyyh: She does most of this for me, normally, but ever since Hero....
Riyyh sighs.
Riyyh: Well, she just hasn't been the same.
Riyyh: And now, with the passes snowed in, we may have no choice but to find her another.
Rapol feels ~~ sympathy ~~ for Wolfa's loss.
Rapol: No word about her?
Riyyh: No.
Riyyh gets up, without even realizing it, and moves closer to Rapol in response to thinking of Wolfa's loss of her Companion.
Rapol gets up and comes over to Riyyh.
Riyyh looks up at him helplessly.
Rapol: I'm sure Prunida won't let her come to harm. ~~ not really ~~
Riyyh's heart falls.
Riyyh: Let us not speak of that.
Rapol is ~~ sorry ~~ to have brought it up, and concentrates on ~~ supporting ~~ Riyyh.
Riyyh feels he is to blame for not considering that Prunida might try to take off with Hero before getting his and Wolfa's approval.
Riyyh: Thank you, Rapol.
Riyyh reaches for Rapol's hands and pulls him close.
Riyyh twines his tentacles about their wrists.
Rapol follows smoothly at Riyyh's touch.
Riyyh rests his head on Rapol's chest.
Riyyh: Turnover today.
Riyyh says rather unnecessarily.
Rapol: Yes.
Riyyh allows his control to ease, relaxing into Rapol's steady nager.
Riyyh: I do treasure you, Rapol.
Riyyh: Do you know that?
Rapol wraps his nager around Riyyh, trying to hold back from the missed-step of turnover.
Rapol: Certainly.
Rapol wants to say something more, but the fear deep in the back of his mind blocks it.
Riyyh tilts his head to look up at Rapol.
Riyyh: Rapol?
Riyyh: What is the matter?
Riyyh's ~~concern and caring~~ are plain to see.
Rapol opens his mouth but nothing comes out.
Riyyh bows his head again as his turnover comes, suddenly, muted by Rapol's presence but unmistakable nevertheless.
Rapol drops his thought to concentrate on holding Riyyh nagerically.