Log Date: 12/23/96, 12/24/96
Log Cast:
	Kevlan, Bernadette
Log Intro:
	Kevlan is doing his best to break himself in to the new duties he
has been assigned as Acting Deputy Guildmaster... but for all that these
have been a strain on his faculties he's never experienced before, they
have not been nearly so taxing deep within him as the condition of his
wife. Still deeply concerned over Bernadette's reaction to her argument
with Azaria -- prompted, of all things, by that sledtech's refusal to give
Tance Vokrim a sled -- Kevlan trudges wearily into his suite at the
end of a long day's work....

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The suite doors slide open with a soft 'ssh' as Kevlan steps in from the 
  corridor. The lights raise, just a trifle, as the room computer registers 
  his presence; exhausted of face, he glances around the room.

Bernadette is curled up on her side of the bed, tightly in a little ball. At 
  the change in lighting, she makes a minute moaning sound, but doesn't awaken 
  from the uneasy sleep she's managed. The fingers peeking out from her cast 
  twitch restlessly.

Immediately, Kevlan's face softens; good. You _are_ here. Reflexively shoving 
  his hair out of his eyes, he pads off to undress for bed. Once that's done, 
  he comes back to you, sliding quietly in beside you, murmuring your name 
  softly.

"'zaria's gonna be sorry..." Bernadette mumbles in her sleep, and the fingers 
  peeking out from her cast clench the edge of the casing in what would be a 
  fist if she could form one unhindered.
Bernadette quiets down for awhile, though, an appears to be sleeping as 
  peacefully as she's likely to unaided by medication.

Time passes...Kevlan has joined his wife in slumber, although the Deputy 
  Guildmaster's sleep is untroubled by nightmares. Bernadette twitches in her 
  sleep and she whimpers quietly, her eyes active behind their closed lids.
Kevlan drapes an arm around Bernadette, but stirs a bit, restlessly, as she 
  fidgets in her slumber beside him.

Bernadette's eyes fly open at this contact, although the brown orbs are glazed 
  and do not focus upon anything in the room around her. Uttering a startled 
  little squeak, she scoots out from beneath Kevlan's arm and right off the 
  edge of the bed, falling with a soft *whump* to the well-carpeted floor. 
  Whimpering softly again, the small Singer crawls rapidly across the room and 
  through the door to the bathing room until she comes to a stop against the 
  far wall within that room.

Kevlan jerks awake, or at least partially, mumbling, "Wha? Berni?"

Bernadette is no longer on the bed, no immediately in sight.
Bernadette steps into the bathing chamber.
Bernadette has left.

You briefly catch your reflection in your peripheral vision, as you move past 
  the mirrored closets into the bathing room.
Bathing Room(#2903R)
Done in soothing shades of pale cream, blue, and green, this bathing area 
  holds a few details that immediately catch the senses: the pair of wall 
  hangings, painted in delicate pastel shades with scenes of a mountain lake; 
  the faint glitter of the patterned tiles; the subtle tang of something 
  citrus-scented in the air. Between the wall hangings are a few small shelves 
  for towels, and off to one side in a tiny alcove is the privy. The room 
  computer has set the lights to a warm bright glow for the evening hours. 
The one door leads out into the main portion of the quarters.
Contents:
Bernadette
Radiant Bath
Obvious exits:
Out  

Kevlan, scrubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, comes padding after you 
  as he realizes you're no longer in the bedroom. "Berni?" he calls sleepily.

Bernadette cowers in a far corner on her knees and she whispers urgently, "No 
  no, Kevlan...run away!" Her eyes are raised fearfully and focused as if 
  something was looming before her, rather than on you near the doorway.

What? Kevlan blinks again, then starts easing towards you. "Honey... honey, 
  it's okay...."

Bernadette extends her hand palm towards you, her eyes still fixed upon the 
  object only she can see. "Get back!" she whispers again, "Save yourself!"

"Berni... it's okay, honey, really..." He draws closer to you, and begins to 
  crouch before you, extending a hand, palm up.

Bernadette shrieks "KEVLAN!!! NOOOO!" as she shoots to her feet and reaches 
  out as best as she can with both arms above your head, as if trying to grab 
  something...or someone. All the color has drained from her face and she 
  screams again....a long, lingering, blood curdling scream: 
  KEVVVLLLLAAAANNNNNNNN!!!!! before her eyes roll upwards and she crumples to 
  the floor.
The bathroom is almost strangely quiet once the echoes of Bernadette's screams 
  have faded.

"Lady Bright..." Kevlan swiftly stoops, catching you before you hit the tiled 
  floor, cradling you in his arms. Voice shaking in anxiety, he smooths your 
  hair back from your face and cries, "Berni? Honey?"

Bernadette is limp, her breathing shallow and even.

Kevlan lifts you up, face full of his worry, and says into the air, "Lights!" 
  The room computer responds by lifting the light level, and Kevlan peers at 
  you, trying to see any sign of hurt.

It would appear that Bernadette is unhurt. No bruises or red spots indicate 
  any injury. She would simply appear to be unconscious...beyond that of a 
  normal sleep.

Kevlan lets out a shuddering sigh, and clasps you to him, kissing your 
  forehead gently. "Awww, honey....." His mind races. What had she seen? What 
  kind of imagined danger could have made her scream out his name?

Positively no trace of resonance can be felt when you kiss Bernadette. She 
  continues to lie limply within your arms, unconcious to reality.

No resonance. Kevlan's brow furrows; it doesn't take much to guess that that 
  may well be aggravating his beloved's problems. And a sudden impulse strikes 
  him, then. Gently, carefully, he lifts you up and carries you out into the 
  main suite...

You see your reflection out of the corner of your eye, as you step out past 
  the mirrored closets to the main portion of the quarters.
Kevlan and Bernadette's Suite(#3986RJ$)
These spacious Singer's quarters are sparsely but pleasantly furnished. 
  Offsetting the pale cream hue of the walls and the darker beige color of the 
  carpet, the three chairs here - one an upholstered desk chair near the 
  computer terminal, the other two amorphous and baglike of shape, perhaps 
  intended to be simply curled up on - and the pillows and linens scattered 
  over the bed are all of various harmoniously tasteful shades of blue and 
  green. Along the back wall stands a bookcase, and in the center of the floor 
  lies a fluffy, intricately patterned and multi-hued 'rug'. The wall screen 
  over the computer terminal has been set to display an Estenari mountain 
  sunset, for the evening hours. 
The primary door here leads out into the corridor; a smaller one back by the 
  bookcase leads into the bathing chamber.
Obvious exits:
Bathing Room  Out  

Bernadette steps out of the bathing chamber.
Bernadette has arrived.

Kevlan lays you gently on the bed, then moves to the terminal to check the 
  weather reports. Satisfied with what he finds, he nods firmly to himself; 
  next, a message to be sent, to the Infirmary -- and the medics Maggie and 
  Quinn -- and to Maxwell, notifying them of his whereabouts, and his 
  intentions. At last he turns back to you, and tells your quiet face softly, 
  "Ah'll gitcha some resonance, honey, an' he'p your head straightened out."
Kevlan pauses long enough to caress your cheek, and then he moves again, this 
  time to dress you as best he can. Your slight form isn't hard for him to 
  lift and wrestle clothing onto; nor is it difficult for him to wrap a 
  blanket around you, at last, and hoist you up into his arms.

Bernadette offers no resistance whatsoever, her limp body as easy to 
  manipulate as that of a rag doll.

[And up to the Hangar floor, where Kevlan finds Jerrik on duty....]

Up on the Hangar floor, Jerrik Rawn Deegan looks up as Kevlan strides out into 
  view towards the sled racks. The blanketed form of Bernadette in her 
  husband's arms make the tech blink, and he calls out, "Galahad? Kid, what's 
  going on?"

Kevlan says quietly, "Berni's res is down, Jer. Ah'm takin' her out for a l'il 
  while t' a claim Ah got. No more 'n' ten hours, maybe. Told th' medics, an' 
  Mr. Maxwell; you tell Tam for me, 'kay?"

Jerrik nods gravely, studying the little white-adapt Singer, then lifting a 
  dark hand to clasp Kevlan's shoulder. "You got it, Kev." He moves briskly, 
  then, to get the _Teesa Narie_ down off the sled racks.

Bernadette lies limply within Kevlan's arms, offering no sound or movement.

Kevlan's sled is hauled down, and Kevlan himself flashes a grave smile of 
  grattude to his friend, before ducking into the vehicle, still carrying his 
  wife in his arms.

Kevlan's sled
Your sixth sense tells you that this sled has been freshly cleaned, and the 
  other five are excessively grateful. Your entire body relaxes as the door 
  closes behind you and the noise from the outside ceases. The interior is so 
  relentlessly clean that even the chrome around the sink shines, and not a 
  speck of sand or dust can be found on the floor. A small sticker in the 
  upper corner of the catering unit notes the time it was repaired and 
  declared in good working order. The bed unit has fresh sheets and looks 
  comfortable.
        
This is a 2 person capacity sled.  There is room in this sled for 8 cartons, 0 
  have been checked out.  One of the special new engines has been installed, 
  allowing for greater speeds.  The console is off.   The speaker is off.  The 
  auto-scanner is on.  A small metal plate is fastened to the upper left 
  corner, you can just make out "Teesa Narie" scratched into the surface.

The weather is fine. A good day for flying.

  ( Type 'sled help' to see available commands. )

Bernadette has arrived.

Once inside the sled, Kevlan carries you to the bed, and gently lays you open 
  it, securing you in the supports of the thing and nestling some blankets 
  about you. He brushes a tender kiss across your mouth, before straightening 
  at last to move and settle himself at the _Teesa_'s controls; the sled's 
  well-tuned engine purrs into life as Kevlan flicks buttons and switches. 
  Then, as smooth as one of his songs, the craft lifts off.

[Out into the Ranges, where Kevlan finally takes Bernadette to a green claim
 he'd found... and there, with his exhausted wife in his arms, he simply sits
 in the vein for a while, holding her, singing softly to her, and occasionally
 gently rubbing her limp hand against the crystal's raw face. End log.]