Log Date: 6/19/96 Log Cast: Tance Jolie Yelira Kesya Nadine Log Intro: Tance Vokrim, following a severe string of injuries that has left his body and his memory in even worse shape than usual, is recuperating in the Infirmary, blissfully unaware of his plunging credit balance -- and the fact that it's not, as he currently believes, the time of his original recruit class, 1554.... ---------- Jolie walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance. Jolie has arrived. Jolie bustles in, holding a clipboard, and checks it, "Hello," she peeks at the board, "Tance. I'm Jolie. How are you feeling today?" Jolie looks at you for a moment. Tance lies, a veritable mass of bandages, on one of the beds. At the sound of a voice he opens his eyes, blinking heavily, and asks in a mumble, "You... know me, too?" Jolie smiles, "Nope, I just have your records here." She holds up the clipboard, an old-fashioned device. "Seems you'll be here for awhile." Tance starts to nod, then apparently thinks better of it. "You're... another... doctor?" Jolie Jolie has shoulder-length red hair, which is almost always hanging around her face and shoulders. She senses your gaze and looks up, smiling. Her smile is reflected in her brilliant green eyes, and you sense she has a positive disposition. Standing about 1.5 meters, and slender, Jolie is very flexible and quick. She wears a blue broomstick skirt and a slightly tight-fitting white shirt. On her feet, she wears blue ballet-style shoes. Over this emsemble, she wears a bright white med coat, unstained by use. In the pocket, you see the bulge of a handbook, and in the other pocket, you see nothing, leaving plenty of room for whatever she may need. Jolie is apparently happy now. Her face is smiling brightly, and her eyes are sparkling. Carrying: Meditech Handbook Jolie shrugs, "Yeah, close enough. Meditech. Why? I don't have any orders to do anything to you, if you're worried about that :) Just here to ask you if you need anything?" The bedridden Singer blinks owlishly, "I'm... not sure..." He trails off, then adds plaintively, "Can't move..." If you listen hard, you can hear crystal resonance rushing dimly between your ears. Non-singers around you see: If you happen to be very close to Tance, the fine hairs on your arms stand on end, but Tance doesn't appear to notice anything. Jolie nods, "Yeah, you're pretty well strapped down :) Are you fairly comfortable? I mean, at least for not being able to move?" Tance seems to have to think this over before he finally answers languidly, "I... feel strange. Head hurts..." Jolie says "I can giv eyou some pain killer, if you like." Jolie checks her wrist unit to make sure. And nods, certain that it's ok. As if he were a small child fascinated by a shiny object, the dazed Singer studies the face over him, his own weathered features strangely guileless. If that's the right... thing to do... don't remember." Jolie smiles, :All right, then." Jolie takes out a hypospray, checks it to make sure it's right, and sprays it on your neck. The pain starts to dissipate slowly, not bothering you quite so much. Tance's brow furrows a little, then eases, making him looking even more distracted and dreamridden. Jolie smiles. "Would you like something to eat, maybe? Fruit or juice or something sweeter?" Tance says vaguely, "The... other medic... siad I could eat?" Jolie checks her records... Jolie's scanner growls at her. Jolie blushes slightly, and glares at it. She continues to look at it, punching in a code. Jolie seems satisfied, "Yes, you can eat. What would you like?" Jolie notices that you have fallen asleep, and leaves quietly, muttering to herself, "I'll get hime something next time I'm on duty..." Log Date: 6/25/96 Tance peers blearily at the cast on his right arm, and pokes at it with his left hand, frowning to himself. Nadine walks in quietly, making her morning rounds. Seeing Tance awake, she steps up to the side of his bed with a smile. "How are you feeling, Tance?" Occasionally, you hear the slightest hint of crystal resonance coursing through your body. Non-singers around you see: You notice that Tance becomes slightly distracted at times. Tance blinkblinks up to the medic as she reaches his field of vision, and frowns vaguely. "Head hurts, still, a little," he mumbles. His voice sounds odd. Perhaps it's because of the medicines pumped into him that his habitual bark seems to have softened. Nadine nods, looking over the fading lump. "That's not really surprising, it looks like you took a pretty bad tumble. All in all, though, you look much better than you did when Jerrik pulled your sled in." Tance's brow crinkles. "Who?" Nadine pulls a chair over to the bed, seeming mostly unsurprised at Tance's inability to remember the sledtech. "He's one of the sledtechs, works upstairs in the hangar. Keeps you singers flying, pretty much. How's your memory today?" Tance's fretful left hand drops heavily along his prone body, and his gaze takes its turn to wander absently around the room. "I... I can't remember things. You said I was a Singer. That's my job? I can't... " Nadine says, "Yes, that's your job, singing crystal. And it's okay if you can't remember right now, sometimes that happens. Usually it only takes a few weeks for your recall to come back." Her lips quirk in a wry smile as she continues, "I suppose it's pretty fruitless to ask you if you remember what happened to you." Tance's eyes darken. "I... just remember... music." Nadine tucks a stray curl behind her ear. "Probably the crystal song. The infirmary is pretty well insulated against resonance, being as far underground as we are, so it probably wouldn't do any good to bribe a sorter to bring some down here for you to see." Another pause as she considers what to say next. "I'd assume, since your sled wasn't damaged, that you were injured on your claim." Sure, she's stating the obvious, but who knows what may jog the old Singer's memory? Tance looks up plaintively. "I don't remember. I... no. I slipped. On the rocks." his eyes fog over, and he adds, voice slurred, "Has Meguey been told?" Nadine blinks a bit, then shakes her head. "It's okay if you don't remember Tance. You'll have to remind me, though, since it seems my memory isn't too good these days either. Who is Meguey?" The old Singer's face falls a little, suggesting... what? His gaze is still distant, too, as he mumbles, "She'll be unhappy I didn't make it to class..." You feel the mild caress of crystal resonance softly along your nerves. Non-singers around you see: You notice that Tance becomes slightly distracted at times. Nadine's brow creases in a small frown. Tance's condition may be typical of disorientation, but he's still one of the only Singers that Nadine treats without blinking an eye. "What class is that?" Tance mumbles slowly, "Sorting...." Abruptly, he beams, a different kind of beam than he's occasionally given to bowls of ice cream. "I'll have to tell her I adapted...." Nadine bites her lower lip thoughtfully, one of those habits she hasn't quite been able to break, torn between reminding Tance of just how long it's been since he adapted and leaving it be. Tance actually smiles a little, vaguely, brown gaze pointed more or less ceilingwards, now. Nadine mumbles quietly to herself about rehab never having been her strong point. Seeing the smile apparently decides her, though. Maybe a change of subject is in order. "You hit your head on the rocks, you say?" Tance blinks a time or two, then refocuses foggily on the medic. "I hurt in more places than my head," he muses. Nadine glances at the cast, the two braces, and the fading bruise on his shoulder. "That isn't terribly surprising. You were a mess when they brought you in from the ranges." Tance, features oddly boyish and open, blurts, "I made it out there..." Nadine smiles, "Yes, you certainly did." You say "I.... crashed? No..." Tance considers this, bemusedly. "I must have fallen." Nadine shakes her head, "No, you didn't crash. The sled wasn't damaged at all." Nadine says, "You made it back to your sled, though, and you must have been able to activate the beacon." Tance suddenly beams again. "I didn't crash." Nadine grins, "No, you didn't. Good to hear that, I guess?" Tance starts to cackle, and it comes out as a cough. "I remembered! I remembered not to *cff*..." If you remain motionless, you can just detect some crystal resonance in your bones. Non-singers around you see: If you happen to be very close to Tance, the fine hairs on your arms stand on end, but Tance doesn't appear to notice anything. Nadine pours a glass of water from the pitcher on the bedside table, then holds it out. "Have a sip of this, but slowly. Don't want you to choke." Tance obediently sips, then slumps back, wearied by the small movement. Nadine smiles, "Now you should probably rest a little more. Is there anyone else I should tell that you're here? Kesya, maybe?" Tance blinks a few more times. "Who's that?" Nadine says, "I'm sure you'd remember her. A very nice young woman, a Singer as well. She has green skin, and I think you call her Jade sometimes." The greying Singer frowns a little. Then smiles, strangely softly. "Like green." Nadine smiles. "I'll tell her you're here, maybe seeing her will jog your memory a bit." [And later...] You hear faint bellowing beyond your door that grows louder, as the owner of that voice approaches. "Medic! I need a medic, dammit!" Your door is shoved open and a fairly dirty, banged up woman sticks her head in, glaring around the room. Yelira walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance. Yelira has arrived. Yelira looks at you for a moment. Tance stirs, sleepily. "Meg..." His eyes come open. Yelira frowns and mumbles rather loudly "Ain't no medic in here..." Her icy gaze rests on you and her frown deepens. Yelira, using the sleeve of her left arm, wipes blood from her forehead before it can run into her eye. Tance blinks groggily at the loud new arrival, brow furrowed. You say "She left..." Yelira looks slightly surprised and turns gingerly to look behind her before returning her suspicious gaze to you. "Who you talkin' to?" The man prone in the bed gives another dazed blink before he focuses on you and mumbles, "Medic... she left." A rather unpleasant odors wafts towards you from the woman's direction, as she leans herself heavily against your door frame. Yelira says "That doesn't help me much," grumbling to herself. Occasionally, you hear the slightest hint of crystal resonance coursing through your body. Non-singers around you see: If you happen to be very close to Tance, the fine hairs on your arms stand on end, but Tance doesn't appear to notice anything. Tance murmurs thickly, "Back... soon.... I think. Don't remember..." Yelira grunts in reply, either unwilling or unable to move from her leaning spot at the moment. Log Date: 6/26/96 Tance lies quietly in his bed, dozing on the edge of wakefulness. Kesya pokes her head in the door quietly, seemingly looking for someone. She frowns as that someone evidently isn't here, but purses her lips and walks to the beds, limping slightly. Kesya looks at you for a moment. Tance stirs a little at the sound of footsteps. "Meggie?" he mumbles. Tance(#3209POQce) This is a man of just under average height, with a build that might be skinny if not augmented by knots of wiry muscle along his shoulders and limbs. He is deeply tanned, with the look of one who spends a lot of time working outdoors, and his roughly planed face and callused hands show signs of regular weathering. His eyes, a dark and sullen shade of brown, are framed by lines in his skin that suggest that far too often, their owner glares at anything in his sight. His hair, a peppered mix of dark brown, lighter sunstreaks, and myriad strands of grey, has been trimmed to a short but not unattractive style, with even a lock to dangle a little in front and give him a more youthful look. A neat Vandyke beard, closer to grey than his hair, stands out palely against his weathered face, set off by his tan. He is clad only in one of the utilitarian gowns the Infirmary of the Heptite Guild issues to its patients, a thing of servicable grey cloth that grants at least a measure of dignity and privacy to the wearer while allowing a medic to scan him or her with ease. A faint chill seems to pass over you as Tance looks at you, but doesn't seem to react to it. Minor lacerations cover most of his body, though they have been cleaned and bandaged lightly to allow the symbiont to complete the healing. There is a large lump on the left side of his head, the bruise fading, but the disorientation lingers. His left ankle has been carefully bound to support the sprain. A brace holds his left knee still to allow the cap to resettle to its former, working position. A cast graces his right arm from wrist to just below the shoulder, holding that still to allow the bone to set. His shoulder has been carefully, surgically relocated, though a rather large bruise still gives evidence of the injury. An IV of glucose and other nutrients has been set up to run slowly into his left arm. Kesya's gaze first passes over the prone form in the first bed, but she does a doubletake at the familiar voice. "Tance?" Frowning quizically, she moves to his bedside. "It's not Maggie, it's Kesya." By the look on her face, she's finding it hard to believe this clean-kept man is the one she's often befriended. "How are you feeling?" Tance opens his eyes with an effort, his features languid, gaze muzzy. "Kes... do I... know you?" Tance's voice sounds slurred, odd without its habitual bark. Kesya perches on the edge of the older Singer's bed, and nods reassuringly. "Um hmm." It's obvious she's trying to get used to seeing this face without a scowl, as she keeps cocking her head as though trying to make out what's happened. "You look like you've had quite a bump on the head." Tance says in childlike amazement, "You're green...." Then he trails off and adds plaintively, "The medic said... I was brought in? I don't remember finding a claim... would have told Meg..." Kesya surpresses an amused smile, and shrugs. "Makes me easy to find in a crowd," she jokes lightly. She frowns puzzledly at the name... Meg? "You don't mean the medic then?" Folding her hands over one knee, she looks thoughtfully at the other Singer. "I heard you were found out on a claim, but that's all I know. Who's Meg?" Occasionally, you hear the slightest hint of crystal resonance coursing through your body. Non-singers around you see: You feel a tingle and the hairs on the back of your hand rise up as Tance moves past you. Tance says dreamily, "Meguey," as if this explains everything. "I have to tell her I adapted. Is she adapting, too?" Kesya bites her lip, giving Tance a long look before answering. "I don't know," she lies. "I don't think I've run into her yet. What does she look like?" Her expression seems vaguely worried, but she cocks her head and listens quietly to the unfamiliar man. Tance ohs, a trifle disappointedly. But his features soften, making him look uncharacteristically gentle, as he murmurs thickly, "Yellow hair... green eyes... I like green... going to be a Singer, I'm sure..." Nadine has connected. Kesya smiles softly, nodding. "She sounds pretty." Pausing, she then asks curiously, "How long has it been since you've adapted?" Tance's brow furrows. "Don't remember," he answers baffledly. "Must... must have just happened..." Kesya rests her chin on one hand, drawing her foot up under her at the end of the bed. "Well, you certainly seem to be doing okay, if you're in the Ranges already," she says lightly. "What was your class like?" Nadine shoots a glare at the door as she comes through it, mumbling, "Damned thing is always trying to take a bite out of me.." She smiles, though, when she sees Kesya and Tance. "Good morning. Glad to see you're awake, Tance, and it's good to see you here, Kesya. I hope you're only here visiting." Tance lifts his left hand as if trying to wave it dismissively, but it just rises a centimeter or two before dropping limply back again. He blinks, though, at Nadine's arrival, distracted from Kesya's question. Tance asks Nadine hopefully, "Is Meguey adapting...? That why she hasn't come to see me...?" Kesya nods amiably at the meditech, and gestures to the scrapes and bandages on her leg. "Came to get this checked out, but it's not important." At Tance's query, she shoots Nadine a questioning look. Nadine blinks a bit on hearing the question, then gives the monitors a quick check. "I'm sorry, Tance, I don't know who Meguey is. Maybe one of the others would know, I usually don't deal with the new recruits as they come in." Tance says anxiously, "But she's in my class... you said I'm a Singer, right? I-if I adapted..." His brow wrinkles. Kesya adds quietly, "She's probably being kept busy with classes and sims." Nadine nods at Kesya's comment and adds one of her own. "Not only that, but people adapt at different rates. The symbiont doesn't hit everyone all at once." Tance nods, slowly, confusion making him blink. "Oh... right... you'll tell her?" He frowns to himself and mutters more lowly, "Was gonna go to the Ranges with her... must be why... kark it, can't remember..." If you remain motionless, you can just detect some crystal resonance in your bones. Non-singers around you see: A faint chill seems to pass over you as Tance looks at you, but he doesn't seem to react to it. Tance's left hand twitches again, fretfully, and his bandaged head tosses slightly from side to side. Kesya purses her lips, shooting a glance at Nadine. Trying to get Tance off the subject of Meguey, she comments, "You look like you're feeling better, at any rate." Frustration creases her brow as she tries to find a 'safe' subject that might calm the other Singer. "Maybe you'll be well enough to head to the Ranges soon." Tance asks, voice and expression disturbingly boyish, "I can get up soon? Still hurt..." Kesya falls silent, standing so Nadine can move closer to the monitors without her being in the way. This is probably just a cover to hide the disturbed expression on her face, though. "Have to ask the medics, I guess." Nadine stands up and walks over to the side of the bed, holding the scanner. "Let me check, okay? You really banged yourself up pretty good. I think the sprains are probably healed, but I'm still worried about that elbow. You won't be able to control your cutter until it's completely healed." Kesya turns back to Tance's bed, waiting while Nadine checks the monitors, and then pats his hand reassuringly. "Well, I have to go. It's good to see you're feeling better, Tance. The medics here'll have you good as new in no time, and-" She taps her wrist, "Comm me if you need anything?" She pauses there for a moment, probably wondering if this time, she doesn't actually have to write down a reminder for the older Singer. Tance blinks dazedly, trying to figure out why the green stranger is offering help. But he smiles a little, and mumbles, "Thank you..." Kesya smiles again, if a bit sadly, and starts for the door. "No problem. I'll see you later, Tance." Kesya leaves the busy emergency room. Kesya has left. [End log.]