Sime~Gen Roleplaying: Householding Naros Scenario
Episode #148: Pusher (8/17/99)
Tiarala arrives at Naros for an unannounced visit.
Tiarala leaves her horse with the stable crew, and carries her saddlebags towards Riyyh's office, insisting that she can find her way herself, and wants her visit to be a surprise.
Tiarala therefore guarantees that at least six people will have warned Riyyh she is coming before she reaches his office.
Riyyh spends the next five minutes rushing in a triangle between the executive washroom, his desk, and the office door.
Tiarala opens Riyyh's office door and peers through coyly.
Tiarala: Riyyh, darling!
Riyyh rushes to the door one last time.
Riyyh: Tiarala, what a pleasant surprise! [beams]
Tiarala: You are looking well!
Riyyh beams even brighter.
Tiarala: ~~ nageric wolf whistle ~~
Riyyh: You are too kind. ~~eats it up~~
Riyyh: And you, that outfit! How can you stay so good looking on such a long ride? I will never understand it.
Tiarala: Now, that would be telling.
Tiarala: We girls must keep our secrets.
Tiarala's secret, in this instance, was a strategic pause in town for a bath and change of clothes.
Riyyh: Well come in, come in.
Riyyh: Have a seat, have some tea?
Riyyh: How has it been with you?
Tiarala enters, and sits on a small couch that holds two--if they are very friendly.
Tiarala: I would love some tea. You just don't find Narosian blends in the average Sime Center.
Riyyh goes to fetch her some tea.
Riyyh: Oh dear, no, not even in some of the unusual ones.
Riyyh thinks of the tea he tried in Bender Cove and gives a little shudder.
Tiarala: I have heard that Controller Arat has laid in a supply of Narosian tea for his office, since he started working with Nick.
Tiarala: But I've never been offered any of that, of course.
Riyyh pours hot water into a cup of Tiarala's favorite leaves, and returns with cup and saucer.
Riyyh: Has he? How sweet.
Riyyh happens to know the tea came from himself, but given Nick's opinion of him he is sadly unsurprised Nick lets people think Arat bought it.
Tiarala sniffs the tea's aroma appreciatively, then turns thoughtful.
Tiarala: You know, I never thought I'd see Arat fall so hard for a Donor.
Tiarala: He actually missed Nick, and by some accounts, not just because the replacement wasn't as good.
Riyyh: Nick is a very special Donor.
Riyyh isn't just saying this because the fellow is very nearly a clone of him, either.
Tiarala: You must be very proud of him.
Riyyh smiles.
Riyyh: Yes, I am. I do wish he wrote more often, though.
Tiarala: Tell me, do you think he'll end up pledging the Tecton?
Riyyh considers.
Riyyh: Perhaps.
Tiarala wants to have all possible information before placing her bet.
Riyyh: He was, after all, trained by someone with a Tecton background.
Riyyh: And he was not raised here.
Riyyh means, so Nick won't have the built in deterrents to good Tecton employment the average Narosian would have... lack of ambition, laziness, etc.
Tiarala: You have doubts?
Tiarala: Has he expressed an ambition to pledge Naros instead, then?
Riyyh: No.
Riyyh: It is just... many Narosians are not happy working for the Tecton.
Riyyh: It is possible that Nick is Narosian enough to... well. It is up to him, really. He must choose what will make him happy.
Tiarala: You feel that Naros could offer him more than the Tecton, even though he wasn't raised here?
Riyyh looks somewhat puzzled, which he is.
Riyyh: Not necessarily... Tiarala, why do you ask me these things?
Riyyh: Arat hasn't bid you do it, has he?
Riyyh: He can't be jealous of my seeing Nick, he sent him here himself.
Riyyh sounds injured.
Riyyh takes a seat, next to (very next to) Tiarala on the little (very little) couch.
Riyyh has mastered the fine art of sounding injured and moving erotically at the same time.
Tiarala: No, no. Arat hasn't ordered me to ask you questions about Nick's plans.
Tiarala is well aware that she might get additional brownie points for bringing such information, though.
Riyyh: Good. [somewhat mollified]
Tiarala ~~appreciates~~ Riyyh's movement.
Tiarala: I do feel, though, as Nick's colleague, and your friend, I have a stake in his final decision.
Tiarala intends that stake to be quite generous, if she can manage to get enough insider information.
Riyyh allows his hand to come to rest on her knee, his tentacles moving gracefully.
Tiarala: Actually, Arat sent me here to ensure that this month's selyn usage report arrived on time--the mail couriers are so slow, you know.
Riyyh's tentacles curl up, and his hand slinks away.
Riyyh: Oh, dear.
Tiarala: Come now, it's only a form.
Tiarala puts an encouraging hand on Riyyh's arm.
Riyyh, as always when others make physical contact and apply positive emotions, loses all ability to worry about paperwork.
Tiarala pauses, looks down at the arm, and runs a tentacle across one particular spot.
Tiarala: Dear me, that feels like a bit of dry skin.
Tiarala: Have you been spending a lot of time outdoors, lately?
Riyyh: My heavens, no.
Tiarala: You know, Imil has recently added a line of lotions, specially formulated to add extra moisture to flaking skin.
Tiarala: I happen to have a sample in my bags....
Riyyh examines the offending location himself, can't locate the dry portion, then stops panicking when he realizes this is just part of a sales pitch.
Riyyh: ~~relief~~
Riyyh: Oh? You do? How fortunate. [sickly smile]
Tiarala: It's supposed to be used after a bubble bath.
Tiarala: Perhaps I could show you how it works?
Tiarala runs a tentacle over the offending patch of skin again, then lets it loop up higher, to a more interesting spot.
Riyyh recognizes a substantial delay to any further discussion of paperwork when he hears one, and smiles more fully.
Riyyh: I would like that.
Tiarala smiles, and reaches for her saddlebags.