Log Date: 12/15/96
Log Cast:
	Kevlan, Kesya
Log Intro:
	It's Galahad's first day on the job as Deputy Guildmaster, and it's
been a pretty strenuous one to say the least. His wife, Bernadette, has not
been very thrilled about her husband's unexpected promotion, much to Kevlan's
disappointment, as he'd hoped she'd be happy that he wouldn't have to risk his
health and life in the Ranges, as long as he's working for Maxwell. But indeed,
Bernadette has withdrawn from him, and sullenly told him to do whatever he
wants. Disappointed, yet unwilling to let the Guildmaster down, Kevlan has
hesitantly agreed to take the job.
	His first day has brought him a mound of paperwork to review, including
all the issues that have built up in Vyana's leave... and a visit from
Sledtech Aralan, who has lodged a formal complaint against Vyana for her
handling of an earlier conflict with Sledtech Azaria. Kevlan has managed to
handle this, at least for now, and after hours of slogging through the rest of
the paperwork, he has finally been thrown out of the Deputy Guildmaster's office
by a solicitous Tamber al-Acorrin.
	Now, obeying his friend's stern directive to take himself to bed, and
hoping to make up with his still-troubled mate, Kevlan heads down to his
quarters....

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You leave lift 1.
Lift Area - 11
Muted lighting fills the area, giving a soft, comforting glow. The light 
  accents the brilliant white stripe that leads off to the white quadrant. The 
  stripe is not merely white, but rather a composition of all the colors of 
  the spectrum. Situated on this floor are the quarters for the senior singers 
  of the Heptite Guild.

This well carpeted area circumscribes a circle with the center being filled 
  by a shiny lift tube. On the doors to the tube is the number 11. There is a 
  button set into the wall, you may summon a 'lift.'
Contents:
Lift 1
Obvious exits:
Common Lounge Ocher Quadrant Amethyst Quadrant White Quadrant

Kesya arrives from Amethyst Quadrant.
Kesya has arrived.

Kevlan staggers off the lift, exhaustedly.

Kesya steps out from her hallway, and nods to the other Singer. "Hi there 
  Kevlan," she says amiably, "I heard you got a promotion."

Kevlan's hair is sticking up in assorted directions, looking exactly as if he 
  has been shoving his hands through it repeatedly, and he squints as though 
  he's got quite the headache. As he hears his name, he looks up tiredly. 
  "Oh... uh... ayeah...."

Kesya frowns with concern, her brows creasing as she looks thoughtfully at 
  you. "Kevlan, you look like you were run down by that Ranges-monster 
  everyone was so hyped over a year ago. Are you all right?"

Kevlan blinkblinks, and says plaintively, "Miz Vyana hadda awful lotta 
  papahwork on 'er computah... Ah didn't mean t' lose track o' time, but it 
  jes' kinda happened..."

Kesya frowns thoughtfully. "Well, you look like hell. Get some rest, Kevlan. 
  The paperwork's probably been piling up while she's been gone." She adds 
  with a wry smile, "It won't always be this bad."

Kevlan scrubs the back of his hand across his eyes. "Ah'm all dizzyheaded. 
  Ever'body complainin' bout ever'than'.. still don't see why Mastah Maxwell 
  thought Ah-Ah-Ah could do this..." He sways a little, then catches himself.

Kesya reaches out to help steady the other singer. "If Maxwell thought you 
  could do it, then you're obviously the right man for the job. I think so 
  too--" She pauses, and smiles. "Might even be a growth experience for you."

Kevlan mumbles in the general direction of his boots. "Nobody nevah called me 
  'organized' an' ''fficient' befoah...." Then he peeks up from under his 
  dangling forelock.

Kesya laughs softly. "That's cause they're too preoccupied with the crystal 
  you're always cutting." She smiles, "Go fall into bed, Kevlan. You look like 
  you could sleep for a week."

Kevlan mumbles, "Ah cain't sleep that long, Berni...."
Kevlan's shoulders slump.

Kesya frowns, and pushes Kevlan towards his suite, gently. "Kev, you're 
  seeing things if you think Berni is green. I'm not her." A smile tugs at the 
  corner of her mouth. "You can sleep as long as you want. I'm sure Maxwell 
  won't miss you for a few hours in the morning."

Kesya adds, "I'll let him know myself."

Kevlan blushes, and adds slurrily, "No, Ah-Ah mean..." He sighs, and trails 
  off. "She's gonna have cats if she sees me...."

Kesya asks quizically, "Why would she? You've been working hard."

Kevlan's face settles in a look of exhausted plaintiveness. "She always has 
  cats at ever' l'il thang," he tells you tinily.

Kesya presses her lips together, thoughtfully. "Kind of testy lately, hmm? 
  What does she think of your new job?"

Kevlan leans against the striped wall behind him, and sighs. "Ah kinda think 
  she wishes Ah'd jes' hide in our quarters alla time with 'er..."

Kesya cocks her head to one side, brows furrowed. "Hrm," she begins, stuffing 
  her hands in her pockets, "She must be more pleased then that you're working 
  in the building? She has better access to you if there's a problem."

Kevlan spreads his hands, palms up. "It.... it shouldn't be like she hasta 
  _access_ me...." He fixes a sorrowful blue gaze on you. "She ain't been 
  goin' in th' Ranges with me."

Kesya gives the other singer a comforting pat on the arm. "Still those dreams?"

Kevlan bobs his head slowly.

Kesya looks vagely alarmed, though her professional demeanor quickly masks it. 
  "That's been... over a /year/ now?"

Kevlan again nods, troubledly.

Kesya sighs softly. "Has she seen a medic?"

Kevlan shakes his disheveled head, murmuring thickly, "Not 'cept to try to git 
  th' sleepin meds, and they're gonna git wise t' that anyhow.... Ah-Ah been 
  _tryin'_ t' git 'er to talk about it, but..." He trails off; his broad 
  shoulders are starting to shake, and both his fists clench. Evidently, he's 
  trying very hard not to lose his composure, and something about him must 
  have changed since the last time you talked with him, for, even so clearly 
  worn out, he seems to keep a grasp on his nerves.

Kesya puts a calming hand on the other singer's shoulder. "What about one of 
  the psychologists? They're very good here. It sounds like something's 
  troubling her, for it to last /this/ long."

Lift 1 leaves with a soft *whoosh*.
Lift 1 has left.

Kevlan nods heavily. He starts to speak; his voice stumbles a little, before 
  he gets out, "Ah been... tryin' t' think 'bout who Ah could talk to, since 
  Nathan ain't around no moah... or miz Shenzen... Ah-Ah cain't say Ah know 
  any othah psycallagists 'sides them."

Kesya bites her lip thoughtfully. "Hrm. Well, there's Maggie, I don't know if 
  you've met her. She's quiet, kind of bookish, but she's very approachable."

Kevlan blinkblinks. "Maggie. Maggie. Ah-Ah think... Ah think I mighta talked 
  with her, maybe, 'foah we went t' Maxim's..."

Kesya's wristunit beeps and she listens to it carefully. You can just make out 
  "... to bug you, haven't been... wondering where... disappered... a... 
  spent... credits..."

Kevlan blinks again, involuntarily leaning his tall frame back a little, as 
  though trying to give you privacy for your message.

Kesya nods slowly, her sea-green hair falling forward over one shoulder. 
  "She's good. And if either of you need to talk, well... I know you both have 
  a lot of close friends. Tamber's around, and you know you can talk to me." 
  She smiles softly, "Though I don't know if you'd find that comfortable. 
  Maggie is nice, though." She blinks, looking down at her wristcomm, then 
  shuts it off. "It can wait."

Kevlan giggles a little, and tells you, "Tamber's been all ovah me with th' 
  new job. He kicked me outta th' office, tonight. Dragged me off t' th' 
  tailor's, too." He blushes, but apparently seems shyly amused by this, too.

Kesya's lips curve amusedly. "He sounds great. See if he can help maybe, since 
  you and Berni trust him so much. And maybe he can help get her to Maggie, or 
  one of the other psychologists."

Kevlan murmurs reverently, "Tamber's mah best friend."
Kevlan adds, forelock falling forward again as he looks at the floor, "Ah 
  prob'ly better talk t' Miz Maggie though, mahse'f..."

Kesya's smooth voice remains soft, almost murmuring as she agrees. "That would 
  probably be best. She might have a few ideas of her own on how to handle it. 
  If it's gone this long and she's not cutting... that's a serious health 
  problem."

If he's aware that he's actually sounding decisive for once, Kevlan gives no 
  sign of it. "Ah know," he answers, voice equally soft, almost distracted. 
  "She's gonna git low 'nough on th' res'nance that sooner 'r' later Ah'm 
  gonna hafta haul 'er out in th' Ranges."

Kesya adds subtly, "And.. now that you're in the position you are, the health 
  of singers becomes your responsability. Taking care of her is in your job 
  description, so to speak." She winks, "She can't get mad at you for /that/."

Kevlan's eyes widen; the old saying about a light source going off over 
  someone's head seems to prove itself right then and there, as a light 
  brightens his gaze. "Ah didn't think o' that...!"

Kesya laughs softly, a light sound that eases the stress in her features. 
  "That's right. If all else fails, you can issue her a summons for the meds, 
  all in the name of Guild Business."

Kevlan giggles again; _his_ laugh is as liquid and thick as his accent, like 
  mead. "She'd have three 'r' four kinda cats iffin Ah give 'er an order." The 
  thought makes him start flushing crimson to the roots of his hair, even as 
  he grins timidly.

Kesya smiles at the other black-adapted singer, her features evidently showing 
  relief at seeing Kevlan in a more jubliant mood. "She probably would at 
  that. But," she shrugs, "She might just see where you're coming from... 
  after getting the help she needs."

Kevlan lifts a hand, curling and uncurling his long, strong fingers, and 
  murmurs, "Ah... Ah gotta think on this."

Kesya nods, resting one hand against the wall. "Of course. And you need sleep, 
  and to see Berni. She's probably asleep right now anyway. Or at least," she 
  smiles, "We can hope."

Kevlan glances off into the white quadrant, and nods, face flickering yet 
  again with emotions in his eyes, almost as strongly as if he were a 
  broadcast empath. This time the emotion is a tender affection, and he 
  murmurs, "Ah c'n git 'er to sleep, at least a l'il while. Ah... know th' 
  right songs."

Kesya smiles, and nudges you towards the white quadrant. "Go then, before 
  you're too tired to sing. And don't worry about work in the morning, I'll 
  tell Maxwell you need some rest." She winks, "He needs me to visit the 
  ranges again soon, so he won't likely argue too much."

Kevlan staggers off in the direction nudged, then turns, and suddenly smiles; 
  brief as the expression is, it spreads like a nova across his face. "Thank 
  you," he tells you, voice very earnest.

Kesya finds herself beaming back at the other black-adapt. "You're welcome," 
  she says. "Give Berni my best, will you? And sleep well."

Kevlan nods once, making his hair bobble before his left eye. Then he grins 
  again, and shuffles off; the shuffle turns into a stride, as he hastens 
  towards his quarters.

[End log.]