Log Date: 3/19/96 Log Intro: More adventures in the random life of Tance Vokrim.... this log takes place after Kesya and Daron try to comfort a crash-muzzled Tance, and put him into Short Term Care... ---------- Short Term Care Obvious exits: Infirmary Celendria Her hair is pulled off and away from her face to her right side. She wears a skirt and blouse outfit of rusts and browns. Her tall black leather boots carress her legs to her knee and a boot dagger can just be made out peeking from the left one. She smiles and her eyes sparkle strangely as they reflect light. She watches everything around her carefully and walks with a slow surity as she crosses a room. Carrying: Celendria's Crystal Cutter Kaylin walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance. Kaylin bustles in and smiles. She check Cele's monitors, injects another dose of sedative and turns to you. "Awake?" she says softly as she checks your monitors. Tance stirs, grumpily. "Wha? Whos..." Kaylin says quietly, "Kaylin, Medic on duty, just checking up on how you are doing." Tance frowns absently. "Doc? Oh... my head hurts... fix it..." Kaylin chuckles softly, reading your chart. "It ought to. You gave yourself a nasty bump. Only time and rest and the sym can do that. I can give you something to dull the pain, though." Tance says plaintively, "Seeing things..." Kaylin looks undisturbed. "What have you been seeing?" Tance scowls, vaguely. "Green girl... pointed ears... people talking, can't be real..." Kaylin goes to a sink and gets a basin and a few towels. She comes back smiling. "How about a nice cooling bed bath?" Shi walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance. Shi looks at you for a moment. Kaylin chuckles. "You haven't been seeing things. That sounds like Kesya." Kaylin looks up at the person entering. "Hello, Shi. How are you doing?" Tance blinkblinks up at Kaylin as if startled by her congenial tone. At the mention of Kesya's name, he then frowns again, bewilderedly. "Talking to me," he protests. Shi grins at Kaylin. "Doing ok.. just came down so that you could take a look at my ribs if you have the time... I can't seem to find Krellin anywhere, so I came looking for you." Kaylin chuckles softly at Tance. Kaylin smiles. "Well, I thought Krellin took a look at your ribs the other day. You should be ready to go out in the Ranges if you are careful. Just don't go climbing cliffs or anything for a while." Kaylin smiles. "Come back in a couple of days and we'll see if we can get the bandages off. I'd rather they stay on for a while longer." Shi nods in relief. "Now I can evade Relton's throwing the book at me... if I go into the Ranges." Shi winks at Kaylin and tosses a grin at Tance. Kaylin grins. "Oh, I doubt that, you did hurt one of his babies." Tance stares, bemused, at Shi's grin. Then he snorts, and grumpily mutters, "Don't care..." Shi says "I'll be back, Kaylin. But I've got to go cut I know of an easy claim I can get to." Kaylin chuckles at Tance. "Sir, you do seem to be getting better. You are grumpy again." Shi walks out of the Short Term Care Shi grins at Kaylin. "Aren't we all?" Shi leaves the busy emergency room. Kaylin turns back to you. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, a bed bath." Tance blinks at the "sir", and actively boggles a moment or two before he barks testily, "Wanna go cut." Kaylin chuckles softly. "Soon, Tance. soon. Right now, you have to rest." She begins to pull back the sheet, laying out towels and the basin. "Just relax." Kaylin moistens a cloth and reaches out to bathe your arms and hands. She is working professionally and humming softly to herself. She continues, starting to turn you on your side gently. Tance hisses, as his bad arm is moved, but his usual scowl wavers, yielding to more of a shocked expression. Kaylin chuckles. "Easy now, I won't hurt you more than necessary. Got to keep you comfortable." Tance mumbles, gruffly, "Dreaming..." Kaylin continues to bathe you, seemingly unmindful of your embarrassment. She eases you back on your side. Kaylin Kaylin is a big woman, 6' tall. She carries herself with a grace and lithness that belies her size. Her body is finely toned and ready for action at any time. Kay's eyes vary in color from deep teal blue to dark emerald green, depending on her moods. At most times when you look at Kay, she smiles a ready smile and her eyes sparkle with teal mischief. A thin, white scar runs from the outer corner of Kay's right eye, down her cheek and disappears over the edge of her jaw. Kay's straight, silky, black, knee length hair is usually braided in a long braid which reaches way past her waist. An ornate, intricately carved clasp holds the end of the braid. A distinctive garnet ring graces Kay's left hand index finger. The band is patterned after the same smooth branches of the redbud tree. Clasped at the tip of these branches is a beautiful rich red brilliant-cut garnet. On her right hand ring finger is a large ring. A brilliant cut, deep green emerald is in a raised gold base. The band is close to half an inch wide. The stone is rectangular, fitting into the gold band perfectly. Tiny deep blue octagan crystal earrings on silver wires hang from her ears and a snake chain necklace. They sing softly in the key of D. At most times, those who are near Kaylin feel a sense of calm reassurance radiating from her. Kay wears deep maroon hospital surgical scrubs, dark running shoes, and a belt that holds scanners and emergency equipment. Over all she wears a dark blue lab coat that has pockets of various depths and sizes to hold needed items. Kaylin finishes one side and moves to the other, humming and talking quietly. "You know you should take it easier on yourself. One of these days you'll wear out your sym with all these injuries. Have you been eating properly?" Tance, blinking up at the tall woman, blurts, "Don't remember..." Kaylin chuckles. "What would you like? We have a catering unit just outside in the infirmary." Kaylin finishes up her work and pulls up the fresh sheet that the nurse working with her has been making your bed with as she bathed you. Kaylin reaches down and carefully raises the head of your bed, so you are sitting up partially. Tance squawks a little as he's lifted up, and stares at Kaylin again. "Can't afford food..." Kaylin smiles. "It's on me. What would you like?" Kaylin grins. "I'll go pick somthing for you to eat." Kaylin leaves the busy emergency room. Kaylin walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance. Kaylin returns with a tray, pulls over a table and sets it down. "Here is some nice vegetable soup and some crackers and some hot tea." Tance stares, not having budged since the medic bustled out and back in. "Everybody... keeps wanting to buy me food..." Kaylin grins. "Maybe they want to be nice?" Tance's face abruptly falls and he stares blankly towards the end of the bed. "Can't be," he mumbles. Kaylin chuckles softly. "Just eat your soup and take it easy." Yet another blink from the dazed Singer. But the scent of the food seizes his attention, and as quickly as his battered body can allow, he attacks the tray. Kaylin grins. "If you wish more, you just ask the nurses. We want to give your sym a chance to help you heal." Kaylin settles into a chair, reading some charts. Tance -- not normally a neat eater to begin with -- is further hampered by having only one working arm, as he fumbles his way through eating. Only that which can be easily grabbed in his left hand does he inhale down, and he scowls again, watching the wall as he greedily consumes the meal. Kaylin chuckles softly, watching you eat. Kaylin says "Um, we can get you more if you want it." Tance slides the medic a sourly distrustful look. But the scowl wavers. Kaylin smiles. "How about something sweet? Dessert?" Tance blinks, yet again. And when he finally manages to speak, something of the usual harsh bark has left his voice. "Dessert?" Kaylin nods. "Sure, got any preferences?" You say "I..." You say "I..." You say "I... don't remember..." Kaylin chuckles. "Pie? Cake? Chocolate Icecream Sundae?" Tance blurts, paused in the middle of scarfing down crackers, "I... I don't know..." Kaylin hmmmms. "Well, let me choose for you again." Kaylin leaves the busy emergency room. Kaylin walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance. Kaylin returns with a dish of fresh peach icecream and cookies. She sets it on the table before you. Kaylin smiles. "Try this and see what you think." Francis walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance. Kaylin looks up from setting down the icecream on Tance's tray. "hello Francis." Francis says "Hi Kaylin." Francis goes and checks a monitor. Tance's eyes go positively round at the arrival of the ice cream, and he stares at it as if he has no idea what it is. Kaylin smiles. "Taste it." Tance warily picks up the spoon and pokes at the soft, cold stuff. Kaylin says "Come on, just one taste..." Francis smiles as he finishes up with the monitor. Tance glances at the medic, then hesitantly samples the dish. His eyes go rounder. Kaylin smiles. Kaylin sits back down in her chair and goes back to her charts. Tance blinks in wonder at the ice cream, then, and starts digging at it rapidly with the spoon. Only after a few minutes does he seem to remember the presence of the cookies, and that gives him several minutes of stunned exploration as he figures out you can put ice cream on cookies and make a sandwich. Francis walks over to Kaylin, "How recruits doing?" Kaylin sighs. "Condition satisfactory, of course." Francis smiles. Francis says "Could they be anything else?" Kaylin grins. "Nope." Kaylin settles back to her charts. Francis leaves the busy emergency room. Kaylin smiles. "Enjoy your ice cream and cookies. I'll check on you later." Tance murmurs in wonder, "Ice cream. I remember this. I think..." Kaylin nods. "I'll be back to check on you later." Kaylin waves as she leaves. Kaylin leaves the busy emergency room. Celendria twists a moment in her restraints, her moans loud and terror rentched. Tance, scraping a spoon along the remains of his bowl of peach ice cream, scowls vaguely over at the other patient in the room. Celendria cries softly, struggling weakly at her restraints. She doesnt seem to know your here....locked as it were in her nightmares. Celendria mutters quietly, "No...hurt...please...no more...obey will...I" Tance licks his spoon, then frowns over at the writhing patient. Celendria breaks into sobbing, still seeming to plead helplessly with someone. Tance pauses over the now empty ice cream bowl, and peers uncertainly over at the other Singer. Not like he could do anything about it... Tance smirks to himself. "All crazy anyway," he mutters. Celendria whispers quietly to someone only she seems to see. "please.....no beat please....obey will I..." She turns slightly and large scars can be seen on her shoulders. Celendria moans out in pain as she stretches her stitches badly trying to move around. Celendria cries out, weeping and thrashing on the bed. Her face contorts in fright and sweat begins poring off her forehead. Celendria struggles wildly as she cries out and seems to fight against someone. Kaylin walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance. Daron walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance. Kaylin enters, checking monitors. Daron looks at you for a moment. Daron glances at Tance. Celendria whimpers, hands twisting and turning within the restraints. She moans and mutters. Kaylin moves over and cleans up the tray and moves the table away from where Tance had his food. Tance is sitting in his bed, an empty bowl and spoon in his left hand. He scowls vaguely over at Celendria, then grunts something that sounds like "About time", and settles slowly down into the cot. Kaylin turns to Celendria. "Sshhh. It's okay. You are safe." Kaylin turns to Daron. "I can't see any way other than keep her sedated. Any ideas?" Daron shrugs, "Psychology is not my forte." Celendria struggles at the touch she feels. "No...please..no more pain..will obey...please.." Kaylin nods. "Well, right now she won't or can't hear us anyway. I'll send a message to Tasmin and Vyana to have her put on Matachin's case load." Daron says "Probably a good idea." Daron glances at the grumpy old singer, "Are we feeling better today Tance?" Kaylin nods and turns to the cabinet; thumbing the lock, she returns with a hypospray. "Sorry, Cele." She administers a heavy sedative. Celendria winces and struggles for a bit before it hits and she falls limp. Tance looks warily over to Daron, and mutters, "Head doesn't hurt so much." Daron gives you a quirky smile, "That's good. How's your arm feel?" Kaylin stands looking at Cele, the hypo spray still in her hand, another dosage ready to administer. Her thumb dials it up to maximum dosage. She just stares down at her. Her hand begins to shake. Tance scowls down at his right hand. "Itch," he mutters. Celendria whispers softly as she drops deeper. "please....no..more..hurt....will obey...please...." Two tears fall silently down her cheek before she is out. Daron says "Let's see how you're doing." Kaylin turns and throws the hypospray against the wall with a muttered exclamation. She turns and storms out of the room. Kaylin leaves the busy emergency room. Daron pauses hearing the noise Kaylin makes as she storms out, wincing. Daron says "Excuse me for a moment..." Daron hurries out, looking for Kaylin Daron leaves the busy emergency room. Tance shifts, scowling to himself and occasionally to the whimpering Singer in the other bed. Celendria sobs in her sleep, tears falling freely. Tance's scowl deepens, as he lies down, gaze towards the wall and away from the other Singer. But that doesn't remove her from earshot, and her sobs are quite clear. _Wish she'd shut up,_ he growls to himself. _Ward full of crazy people._ And he snorts, as the thought nags at him that this includes him. Daron walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance. Celendria weeps softly from her sleep. Daron says "Sorry about the wait Tance." Tance shifts disgruntledly in his bed, and glares up at the medic. "Can I go yet?" he barks. Daron says "let me change the cast to something less wieldy first." The old Singer's scowl lessens, a trifle. "Can I cut?" Daron says "I wouldn't suggest you do it for a couple more days." Celendria twists slightly in the bed, clothing falling away once again to reveal ugly white scars along her shoulders. Tance growls, exasperatedly, deep in his throat. And mutters sullenly, "Whatever..." Daron says "It's not the end of the world." Tance slides a narrow look at the weeping girl across the room, and mumbles something about getting a decent sleep for once. Daron removes all the bandages for the shoulder that has healed and removes the bulkier cast, replacing it with a much lighter and airier cast that he has retrieved from a cabinet. Tance eyes Daron's work stonily, and occasionally tries to flex his right hand. "Fix my cutter," he mutters. "Gotta get out again. Not enough credits..." Daron says "You'll be out there soon enough, I think." Tance twitches a time or two, restlessly, eyes half-vacant. "Safer. Understand that... get offworld, then..." Celendria twists around on the bed, weakly struggling against the sedatives. She falls limp spent of strength for awhile. Daron says "All right, there you go, you can leave whenever you want." Daron uses his computer access to check Tance out of this room. Tance gets up stiffly, trying to flex his fingers again. "'Bout time," he mutters, and then with a grunt that might be standing in for "thank you", he stalks out of the room. You're ready to leave the emergency room now. Infirmary(#403RAM) Contents: Mason Kaylin Catering Unit Obvious exits: Long Term Care Short Term Care Lift Daron is finished in Short Term Care and steps into the infirmary. Tance stalks stiffly out of Short Term Care, moving as if he's trying to remember how to walk. His gaze roves blankly around the Infirmary, then he scowls again, and creeps out. [After a while, remembering that he needs to service his cutter, Tance heads off to get that done...] You walk into the cutter technician area. Cutter Technician's Waiting Area Contents: Cuttertech Data Terminal Cutter Technician Manual Service Counter Computer Obvious exits: Lift Office Area Service/Storage Patterning Room Cutter Practice Room Jacob flips through the notes on the counter. Jacob walks in from his office. Tance edges into the room, scowling warily, and looking around. Tance barks out, "I need a cuttertech!" Jacob rolls his eyes, "That's not /all/ you need. Grow some manners, singer, or don't come back." Tance, vaguely remembering this face, scowls darkly at its owner. "Where's Reef Hannet, whelp? I want a cuttertech!" Jacob points at the exit, "Right thataway. Just keep walking." Tance snorts, and flops into the nearest chair. "Shove it up your nether hole, pup," he growls. Left arm wrapped about his cutter, he fixes a black gaze on the office doors. Liste walks in from the lift area. Liste steps into the cutter practice room. Jacob rolls his eyes, "Well, suit yourself." He heads to work on POLITE singer's cutters. Tance's eyes narrow as the whelp does what looks like cutter tech work, then he snorts dourly and remains right where he is. Liste steps out of the practice room. Tance fretfully taps his fingers along his cutter, and continues to scowl, muttering ramblingly. "Forget her. Forget all this. Paying their way anyway, blasted pups..." Liste walks out to the lift area. [Tance falls asleep... some time later, the cutter bay gets other visitors...] Shi walks in from the lift area. Shi squishes into the room, dripping wet and looking infuriated. Tance sits slumped in one of the chairs, dozing fretfully, his left arm curled around a cutter. Shi finds a place to wait.. Tsuri walks in from the lift area. Tance muttersnarls sleepily, "Freggin' pups... show 'em..." Tsuri walks into the technicians area and heads behind the counter. "You need help?" Tsuri flips through the notes on the counter. Shi sighs and thumps her cutter down on the table. Tsuri looks between Shi and Tance. "And you, Singer?" Tance jerks awake at the sound of unfamiliar voices. "Hannet?" he barks out, then wakes up entirely. Shi says "Got caught at high tide and the sled got swamped." Tance blinks a time or two, then peers blankly at Tsuri. "I want a cuttertech," he announces, gruffly. Tsuri says "I'm a cuttertech." Tsuri looks over Shi's cutter. Tance sits up, stiffly. "'Bout frekkin' time..." His scowl deepens as he sees Shi ahead of him, but he keeps his fuming nonvocal, as he stalks over. Tsuri A tall woman (about 5'10"). She has high cheekbones and slightly almond shaped eyes of a hazel color flecked with bits of copper. There is a scar on her left cheek, still somewhat livid and on her left wrist is a small charm bracelet. She is wearing a plain grey jumpsuit, very utilitarian. On her feet are black suede shortboots. On a serpentine chain around her neck, she wears a small figure of an otter carved of sandstone. The curves are smooth; the whole carving only 1-1/2 inches long. Her hair is growing back slowly and now just touches her shoulders. Carrying: Tsuri's Cutter Repair Unit Wrist Bracelet Shi turns her back on Tance and inquires to Tsuri. "How soon? Tsuri opens the body of the cutter and begins to inspect the inside. Shi pulls a piece of seaweed out of her shirt and flicks it in the direction of the Disposal Unit Tance smirks sourly, muttergrumbling under his breath. Shi looks at you for a moment. Tsuri looks up at Shi. "This is going to take some time, Singer, do you wish to wait?" Tsuri looks over at Tance. "And what is wrong with your cutter, Singer?" Shi nods. "I'll wait." Tance thrusts the deactivated unit forward. "Service," he barks shortly. Tsuri says "I will give this maintenance first, Singer Shi, as it is not as involved as your repair." Tsuri moves Shi's cutter aside and begins doing standard maintenance on Tance's. Tance fidgets, restlessly, brown eyes narrowed as he watches the tech at work. Tsuri meticulously uses her precision tools to repair the cutter. Tance mutters, "Back out... gotta get back out..." Tsuri works carefully on the cutter, cleaning it out, replacing the blades, checking the calibration. Tsuri nods as she puts the final piece of the housing back on the cutter. "Here you go Singer." Tance blinks a time or two, perhaps a trifle startled by the quickness of this tech, before he takes back the cutter. He utters a low grunt that sounds vaguely less harsh than his previous bark, nods once, then turns to stump out. [And stump Tance does, straight up to the Hangar...] You head purposefully through the doors to the floor. Hangar Floor Contents: Tance, over by the wall. Taylor, over by the wall. Aralan, by the sled tech desk. Shi's sled Delvan's sled Tance's sled Repair Bay Sled Tech Desk Radar Corbin Hangar Terminal A large map, for instructional purposes Sled rack Obvious Commands ("." for list): .wait .sleds .desk .radar .map .hangar door .floor Obvious Exits: WWSF Transport Met Transport Equipment Room Simulators Catwalk Cargo Storage Sorting Ready Room Tance's sled The landing gear on the sled appears wrinkled, and probably should be looked at. As it rolled, the sled shed half of its windows. Taylor looks at you for a moment. Tance stumps out onto the Hangar Floor, glowering in general. "Show 'em... find something..." Aralan pauses, "What do I want? I want you to take care of Delvan's sled." He points. "Well?" Solian steps out from the cramped interior of the airsled "Dream Warrior." Taylor glances over at Tance, raises a brow, then looks back at Aralan, waiting for a response. She turns and looks at Delvan's sled and grimaces, "Gota hose handy?" Solian steps into the airsled "Dream Warrior." Solian steps out from the cramped interior of the airsled "Dream Warrior." Tance heads for _his_ sled, then bursts out irritably, "This frekkin' thing's still broken!" Solian drops out of Shi's sled as the crane descends, looking about for the next...ahem...victim. Solian steps into the airsled "Crystal's Passing." Aralan shakes his head to Taylor, "Sorry. Left it in my other pants." Aralan turns to Tance, "Problem, Singer?" Taylor glares at Aralan a moment, then watches Solian hopping into the sled. She smiles, a satisfied sort of smile. "Don't need me I guess, Solian's got it under control." Tance snaps his head at his sled, growling, "I want my sled." Aralan raises an eyebrow, "And you'd like it when?" Aralan glances to Taylor, "Well, don't let me keep you, prima-donna." He turns back to Tance. Tance barks to Aralan, "_Now!_ I can't get into the Ranges without it...!" Hanging on tenaciously with his free left arm to his cutter, the Singer bellows, "I have to get into the Ranges!" Solian steps out from the cramped interior of the airsled "Crystal's Passing." Aralan blinks, "Hmm? Did you say something, Singer? I have this hearing problem when people yell, you see. Part of my poor, partial adaptation." Taylor narrows her eyes at Aralan, crossing her arms over her chest again and leans against the wall, she stands there, a self satisified smirk on her face as she watches Tance have it out him. Solian drops out of this second sled as well, crossing his arms about his chest as he looks around. Tance snarls, face flushed red, then stomps over to his sled, plops himself down right in front of it. "Kark you. I'll wait for a real tech." Aralan smiles, "Well, you'll have to move, in either case. And thank you again for your caring and support. Obviously you are a prime example of the kindness and warmth of the Heptite Guild's best. May I assume you're an ambassador to the FSP for us when you're not gently inquiring after your sled?" [I lost something here in the log; let's assume Tance is just continuing to sit by the sled.] "Not nice, freg it," he mutters. By now his gaze has drifted away from Aralan, so whether he's addressing the sledtech is debatable. Shayna wanders in, immediately going over to the sled rack and looking it over. Solian ducks into the ready room, escaping from the swirling wind. Taylor looks rather amused by all this as she stands there and watches. Aralan shrugs and steps over to the repair bay controls, "Move it, Tance. Or get pinned to that hulk by a pincer. I get paid the same either way." Aralan adjusts the repair bay height a bit. Sasryn's sled settles slowly to the floor. Aralan carefully lowers Sasryn's sled to the floor and moves the repair bay to one side. Aralan operates the controls of the repair bay and positions it carefully over Tance's sled. Shayna turns around and then grimaces visably, eyeing Tance's mangled sled. She approaches it slowly. "Oh, what happened to it?" She sounds almost mournful. Tance cackles gleefully. "Thought you weren't gonna touch my sled, pup... hah! Do your worst, not like anybody's gonna karking care about my hide anyway... pay all your ways with the crystal... nobody cares anyway... kark the whole thing..." He trails off again, gaze going a little absent. Aralan leans out the side, "Look, you fossilized, low-browed, sad-sack excuse for a singer. No one said anything about not touching anything. So, if you want to mope, move." Shayna looks at Aralan, "Can you fix it?" She turns and glares at Tance, "Well, at least you have a sled." She watches Aralan menuver the pinchers over the sled. Taylor slides along the wall towards the exit, barely containing her mirth at the scene before her. Himiko emerges from the ready room with purpose. Aralan winks to Shayna, "Shay, they've yet to find a way to wreck a sled that I can't fix." He turns back to Tance, "Moving? Or do I have her hit you up with the happy juice?" Tance doesn't look up to the sledtech, but instead, scowls darkly at the floor. Shanya's words don't seem to reach him, either, as he sits there muttering, "Worthless crazy old.. can't fly straight... why bother... mad, she's gotta be mad, talking crazy..." Shayna nudges Tance with the toe of her shoe, "Hey, move it. Ara's gonna fix that poor sled." Himiko glances around and spots Aralan and a bunch of others. Himiko wanders over, her cutter slung over a shoulder. Tance, nudged, skitters over about half a meter in startlement, and clutches reflexively at his cutter before he drops it. "Have to wait," he barks to Shayna. "Want my sled!" Shayna rolls her eyes at Tance. "Then move your butt outa the way. I'm not gonna treat you if you get attacked by those pincher thingy's." Aralan rolls his eyes and leans out from the control cage again, "Let me explain this in simple terms. Sled broke. Have to lift sled. You're in way. Sled can't be fixed." Himiko tries not to giggle Taylor snorts, then laughs. She hops out off the hangar floor, "Your all nuts, you know that? Gods, I love this place." Her voice becomes muffled as she continues to talk to herself as she exits. Taylor ducks into the ready room, escaping from the swirling wind. Himiko watches Taylor leave with a quirked eyebrow. Himiko waits to see if Aralan has a free moment Tance sullenly looks up, then gets a strange expression on his face, a mix between scowl and hangdog frown. His voice abruptly drops in volume and ferocity, as he mumbles, "Kark the lot of you..." and crawls to his feet. Aralan shrugs, "Let him get crushed, he could stand a decade or two in long-term." Shayna glances at Taylor exiting and then back down to Tance, her face contorting slightly. She looks up at Aralan, "I think he's a little nuts tonight, may have to actually drag him away..." Her voice fades and she steps back, letting Tance rise. Aralan raises a hand to Himiko to indicate a moments wait. Himiko nods faintly watching Tance. Himiko looks at you for a moment. Tance mutters grouchily, "Crazy old stinkwind... can't fly straight anyway..." He turns to stalk off the floor, still clutching his cutter as if it's a child's favorite toy. Shayna can't help but chuckle. "Woulda been able to buy that sled with treating him alone if he woulda gotten crushed." She looks back up to Aralan, "Hmm, mind if I put him back there where he was?" Himiko sidles away from Shayna lest the meditech have ideas about using her as well. Shayna shakes her head and shrugs, watching Tance's retreating form. "Oh, well, some other time then." She pats the nose of the mangled sled then steps back. "Ok Ara, hoist her up." She steps back and waits, almost like an old sledtech hand. Aralan chuckles at Shayna, "Some other time, Shayna. Some other time." Tance's sled rises slowly into position about a meter above the floor. Aralan carefully monitors the repair bay as it gently but firmly moves its grapples around Tance's sled and lifts it securely about a meter into the air. Tance, head lowered, wanders dourly off the floor, mumbling dejectedly to himself as he goes. [As Tance escapes the hangar, he finds Kesya, Kali, and Taylor up on the observation deck...] Kali grins, shaking her head. "Just waiting for it to stop looking so insane." Kesya stands talking to the recruits, and glances up as Tance emerges from the Hangar. "Heya," she says in a brief, sunny greeting. To Kali she adds a good natured snort. "Tell me about it. Half the time I'm surprised I haven't been mowed down by an incoming sled yet." "Fardlin' laugh, it is... shouldn't bother..." Tance Vokrim, frowning absently at the floor, wanders distractedly through the wide room. "All right.." Taylor finally pushes herself away from the wall, a bit surprised to see others here. "Oh, hi." She smirks at Tance, "Get your sled fixed yet?" Kali glances curiously at Tance. Kali looks at you for a moment. Kesya's attention is diverted towards Tance again, frowning. "What's wrong?" Tance doesn't raise his head as he creeps past, cutter clutched in his left arm. Taylor mutters under her breath. "A sad sad case, lost in the grip of insanity." [Unable to go into the Ranges and blur his memory in crystal thrall, Tance depressedly decides to try for the next best thing -- getting blind drunk. He wanders the Guildhall till he finds a catering unit, is elated to discover that he's actually got credits for once, and he promptly settles down to the business of obtaining and consuming alcohol. However, since his location happens to be the Family Den on level 3, he can hardly avoid others finding him...] Tance walks over to the catering unit. Himiko wanders in from the lift area. Himiko wanders in looking bored. Tance glowers grimly at the catering unit. "Karking thing must have something.." He twirls the dial awkwardly, then gives a satisfied grunt and gets a bottle of wine. Himiko paces over to the catering unit. Himiko waits for tance to finish chosing his stuff. Tance gets the most expensive wine he can find, then turns to sink down right by the catering unit, his cutter cradled in his lap. Without bothering with the glasses, he yanks the cork right out of the bottle's neck and starts guzzling. Himiko peruses the selection of drinks, and orders the Long Island Iced Tea. Himiko glances at Tance, "Sled not ready?" Tance looks up warily, sideways, at the voice. "What's it to you?" he mutters, between long pulls on the bottle. Himiko says "You just look, well.... Depressed." Tance immediately scowls and averts his gaze to the far wall. "Horse dung." Himiko spins the menufax around to display the snack selections. Himiko says "Oh come on. Stop scowling, you'd look much nicer if you didn't look like you'd swallowed something and it moved." Himiko spins the menufax around to display the sweet selections. Tance slogs down another long mouthful of wine, then abruptly splutters, spraying it almost all over him. And he turns a startled gaze around to the newcomer. "Look? Nice? Hah! You're drunk. Or thralled." Himiko Standing at about 5'2" she is slender with porcelain white skin. Her face is thin, with prominent cheekbones and eyes of asiatic cast. She barely looks as if she is in her mid-to-late teens. Her hair hangs straight down to her shoulderblades and gleams like a raven's wings. She wears a jumpsuit dyed dusty rose with black accents in the seam-stitches, pocket trim, fasteners while she wears black boots. On her left breast pocket you read in faded letters the words CS - Himiko Kumagami. She wears a small pair of what appear to be emerald earrings. Carrying: Himiko's Crystal Cutter She looks much calmer now, but still glances about uneasily much of the time. Himiko laughs, "No I'm perfectly sober." Himiko spins the menufax around to display the fruit selections. Tance looks the small Singer up and down, bursts into raucous laughter, then returns to his wine, muttering, "Not nice. Never was nice. Never looked nice. Hah!" Himiko smiles faintly as she listens to Tance. Himiko spins the menufax around to display the snack selections. Himiko peruses the selection of snacks, and orders a meatroll. Himiko looks at you for a moment. Himiko says "Well, your hair's a little short." Tance practically inhales the rest of the wine, then fumbles the bottle into the recycle bin. He glares warily up at Himiko as he sees her still busy with the unit, and demands, "You getting a Passover meal or someth -- wha?" Himiko picks up her order, "Just couldn't decide what I wanted to get." Tance stares suspiciously at the woman a moment or two, before commandeering the caterer and punching up another bottle of the stuff he's just downed. Tance pops the cork off this second bottle, grins mirthlessly at the foam that bubbles up, then sets to vigorously nursing it. Himiko watches as she wanders off to a seat. Himiko sits down on one of the soft couches. Himiko watches Tance, a faint smile on her face just watching the singer try to get wasted. Tance mutters fiercely, "Fast enough, I'll drown it..." Glug. Glug. Himiko says "Don't choke to death." Tance coughs, then snickers bitterly. "What's it to you?" he asks again. Seems to be a favorite question. Himiko says "Just think of the headline you'd make. Singer drowns in Chapagne. Sounds kind of funny no?" Tance snorts, between swallows. "Got the mistaken idea anybody'd bother to gimme a headline, girlie," he growls. Himiko laughs, "I'm just trying to cheer you up." You say "Yeah? Bull droppings!" He abruptly flings the second bottle's cork across the room, and it lands with a muted *thok*. "Not that far gone yet! You'll be just like the rest, humor the old stinkwind, pat him on the head, hah!" Tance resumes sucking down wine as if he were an engine and it his fuel. Himiko says "I am not trying to pat you on the head. Can't anyone try to be nice to you without you insulting yourself?" Tance barks shortly, "You weren't listening back there, woman! Don't need to insult myself, everybody does it for me! Scum of the planet! Worthless! Crazy old badger, yeah, his mind's half-gone and he can't fly straight and he cuts _crap_!" Shucking the now-empty second bottle, he clambers to his knees to dial up a third. Taylor wanders in from the lift area. Himiko says "Well, listen to yourself. You're doing what everyone else is. Show some respect for yourself." Taylor darts directly over to the catering unit, Kali right behind her. She stops short and taps her foot, waiting impatiently for Tance to finish. Kali wanders in from the lift area. Tance smirks dourly at Taylor as she bursts in, then takes his third wine bottle, slumps down by the side of the unit, and uncorks his prize. Taylor scowls just a little at Tance. "Excuse me please." She edges up to the catering unit and spins it around. "Hmm, what you want Kali? I'm hungry, could eat just about anything." Tance muttergrumbles more or less in Himiko's direction, "Respect? Don't make me laugh... why bother..." Tance starts draining the third bottle dry. Kali hmms, looking at the other two who were present before they entered before she answers. "Umm, I don't care, actually. Usually get stuck with the sustinance stuff anyways." She grins, if a touch ruefully. Taylor spins the menufax around to display the meat selections. Taylor shakes her hand. "Don't want subsistance. Tonight we dine on real food." Taylor peruses the selection of meat dishes and orders a serving of Chicken Divine. Taylor peruses the selection of meat dishes and orders a serving of Chicken Divine. Taylor grins and ahs as she looks at the chicken. "Hope you like chicken Kali, if not I'll have to eat it all." Himiko listens to the recruits as she sips her tea, the speaks, "You can't deny that it'd be nice to get some sort of respect, Tance." Kali hmms. "Chicken? Wow..Sure, I like it." She grins again. "Anything is better than what I've been eating." She looks back at the other two again, trying not to eavesdrop on their conversation, or at least trying to look like she's not. Tance, at the sound of Kali's voice, cackles brokenly. "Hah, all adapt to Singer... find all the black... why worry?" Pausing in his drinking only long enough to take the breath to mumble, he then drains a third of the bottle in one swallow and eyes Himiko. "Got me mixed up with somebody who cares, girlie!" Tance, with his cutter lying dormant in his lap, clutches the wine bottle now and starts twitching with what might be hiccups and might be breathless laughter. Taylor snatches the plates and gives Tance a dark look, then smirks at him. "Well, I should hope we all find the black. This meal cost me two sled cleanings." Himiko sighs in disgust. Kali shudders at the mention of everyone adapting Singer but decides to keep her opinion of /that/ to herself. At least for now. She turns, heading over to Taylor's side. "Want help carrying anything?" Himiko says "Havn't found black myself." Himiko sniffs, "Adapted to green." Taylor hands Kali one of the plates and then strides over to the lounge, plopping down into the cushions. Taylor sits down on one of the soft couches. Kali balances the plate, wandering over to take a seat on the floor by Taylor. Kali plops down in a big pile of fluffy pillows on the floor. Tance cackles to Taylor, "Ah, hah, sled cleanings. Cost you two sled cleanings. Doesn't see why, everybody _else's_ sleds're sparkling! Bet Galahad has four or five of the things....!" And to Himiko, he snickers, mouth twisting. "Oh, that doesn't stop anybody but _me_, girlie, I'm sure you'll find the black any day now, everybody else does...." Tance waves the bottle in emphasis, remembers he's actually holding it -- and supposed to be getting drunk -- and promptly resumes guzzling its contents. Kali settles back into the pillows, plate resting on her knees as she watches Tance curiously. Himiko says "Well, if I do, would you like me to bring you along?" Taylor just about chokes on a piece of chicken, coughing and sputtering between her giggles. Tance bursts into hoots, evidently finding that hilarious. "How crazy do you think I am, girlie?" Kali blinks, pausing in the act of lifting her fork to her mouth and just blatantly stares at the two of them now. Himiko says "I'm serious Tance." Tance declares, bluntly, "Sheepshit," and sucks down another guzzle of wine. Kali tears her gaze away to look at Taylor, shaking her head slightly with a shrug before she returns to her food. Taylor laughs! "Oh gods, dinner *and* entertainment. Who coulda asked for more." Kali tries to stiffle a grin, lifting another bite of chicken to her mouth and quickly chewing on it. [Tance had to disconnect here. When he comes back, Taylor is gone, and Kesya has arrived...] Himiko says "I'm scared to death just thinking about what might be out there." Kali nods, able to believe that. "But didn't you see it?" Himiko says "It was too dark." Tance huddles by the catering unit, continuing to nurse his wine bottle. Kesya resumes her walk towards the catering unit, almost tripping over the boozing Singer on the way. "Wha--Tance? What're you doing?" Tance drains the bottle, squints at it annoyedly, and proclaims, "BEER!" as he clambers up to reach for the unit's dial. En route he spies Kesya, jerks, and then barks again, "Beer's what I'm doing." Kali nods again, sighing. "I hope someone manages to get a good look at it. Well, actually. I hope no one ever runs into it again." Himiko sighs, "Wish Sasryn would wake up, she said she might cut with me." Kesya peers at Tance with a frown, her brow creased. Planting her hands on her hips she demands, "What, are you trying to get drunk?" Kali glances over at Kesya and Tance, curious as to why Kesya's tone of voice had suddenly changed. Tance blinkblinks, and squints muzzily up at the green-skinned Singer. For no apparent reason his scowl shifts slightly, with a touch of fright to his eyes, but his voice is no less raucous than usual as he barks, "What's it to you if I am?" Delvan wanders in from the lift area. Kesya's expression clearly shows she can't understand the singer's motivation here. "I'm not gonna answer another of your 'what's-it-to-you' questions, I've told you already." She leans one hand against the catering unit, her ponytail looped over one shoulder. "Why in the world are you trying to get smashed? You'll have to drink almost everything in here." Tance shrugs, disgruntledy, and turns to the catering unit. "Take me less if they put polly in the dem thing," he snarls, and starts flicking the menu dial. Delvan wanders into the den, muttering softly about poor cuts. He glances up in time to avoid a few obstacles, heading to a couch to sit down. Delvan sits down on one of the soft couches. Kali settles further into her pillows, deciding that she has no place in this argument as it seems to be a long running one. Tance gets himself a Yarran, and promptly slumps back down by the catering unit, to chug down the beer. Himiko sighs and finishes her drink. Kesya doesn't notice Delvan come in, and merely takes a step back as Tance slumps at her feet again. One sneaker-clad foot taps against the Singer as Kesya mentions, "You didn't answer my question." Himiko sighs and looks at the chronometer, muttering about Sasryn not being around. Tance retorts, sliding Kesya a surly glare that doesn't quite make it to her, "Because I freggin' _want_ to, alright?" Himiko mutters to herself, "How'm I... if... up." Kesya turns towards the catering unit, punching a few buttons. "That's no answer, Tance. You were all steamed when you left the Hangar. What happened?" Kesya spins the menufax around to display the drink selections. Kesya spins the menufax around to display the beverage selections. Delvan looks up and over to the two arguing singers, glancing between them, smiling just a touch. He shrugs to himself and looks around at the others, nodding politely in greeting. Kesya peruses the selection of drinks, and orders a chocolate milkshake. Kali nods back, smiling. Tance hunkers further down along the side of the catering unit and stares with an abruptly morose gaze into his beer. "Karkin' pups... didn't want it anyway..." Kesya pulls her milkshake from the catering unit's slot, and sits fluidly down beside Grumpy. "Didn't want what?" Tance mumbles, "Crash the fregging thing anyway. Shouldn't bother. Can't fly straight...." Kali yawns and stands, wandering out silently. Kali stands up from her pile of pillows. Kali walks to the main lift area. Kesya nods in understanding, elbows planted on her knees as she speaks around the straw of her milkshake. "I see. Sled not fixed yet?" She arches a brow, "And you think getting polluted will help that?" Tance glugs down a hefty swallow of beer, then cackles, lowly. "Got the credits and the time, nothing better to do, hells, karking pups won't give me the sled anyway, who cares...." Delvan stands up from his couch, having watched with no drink for long enough, and walks over towards the catering unit. Pausing at the side, looking down at Tance and Kesya, he asks them, "You two don't mind if I order above you, do you?" Kesya merely takes a pull of the milkshake, eyeing Tance sidelong. "You," she says pointedly to the muttering singer, "Are being stupid." She looks over her head to smile cheerily at Delvan nodding. "Hey, Del! Ya, feel free." Himiko glances at Kesya, "Was trying to tell him earlier." Kesya adds in Tance's direction, "Getting drunk will only empty your credits and give you a headache, and it's no fun." She smirks at Himiko, and shrugs diffidently. Delvan smiles and nods at Kesya, leaning over to flip through the menu before dialing up his order. Tance smirks vaguely, muttering on, "Knock yourself out, rich boy..."At Kesya's words, he chortles. "There you go. That's better, Jade, now you're starting to sound like everybody else, stupid worthless crazy old stinkwind, poke him with the repair gear, who'd care anyway? Hah!" Delvan spins the menufax around to display the drink selections. Kesya shakes her head, expression amiable if even a tad annoyed. "You're putting words in my mouth, Tance. I didn't say you were stupid, I said you were acting it. There's a difference. And you're hardly a worthless stinkwind." Delvan blinks and chuckles softly, looking down at Tance, "Rich boy?" He shrugs and smiles at the statement, "Even with my claims, I'm hardly rich. Storm damage and just poor cutting have ruined half of what I should have cut flawless." He shrugs and, still smiling vaguely, returns to his perusing. Delvan peruses the selection of drinks, and orders a frozen strawberry daquiri. "Can't get drunk on this cowpiss anyway..." The old Singer stares balefully at his beaker, inhales its contents anyway, then swings a melancholy glare to Kesya. "What've _you_ been drinking, Jade, I want some!" Kesya sprawls on her side by the catering unit, one hand under her head. Her ponytail trails along the ground as she grins up at the grouchy singer, answering him sunnily. "Milkshakes! They'll do more for you than that beer would, any day of the week. Want one?" Her eyes flash with amusement as she watches Tance, one hand playing with the towel in front of her. Delvan glances down at Tance once more as he scoops his glass from the slot and shakes his head ruefully. He turns about and walks back to his couch with a soft chuckle before digging out a datapad and punching a few keys on it, reading as he drinks. Kesya Although taller than most women at 5'9, it is Kesya's exotic colouring that first attracts most people's gaze, and marks her as native of Taal'en. Her skin is a deep forest green, though more creamy in appearance than most, perhaps because of the Human blood in her background as evident by her silvery-blue eyes... which lack the slits common to most Taal'en natives. Thick sea-green hair frames her narrow face in loose waves, slightly softening her sharp features, and falls unbound to her shoulder blades. She has a quick and friendly smile, her small teeth appearing sharp and stark white against her dark skin. Her frame is almost willow thin, her delicate bones giving her something of a childlike appearance if it weren't for her height and the watchful way she carries herself. Her voice, when she speaks, has a lilting quality to it, perhaps because of the Taal'en trill that hasn't totally faded from years of travel. Kesya wears trim gym shorts, the light blue actually appearing pretty bright to your adapted eyes. The dark green of her skin appears soothing beside it, and a bright white shirt hangs loosely over the shorts. Her hair is tied back out of the way, and a thick white towel is slung over one shoulder. Tance glowers. "How high's the proof in 'em?" Himiko giggles at Tance's comment Himiko suggests to Kesya, "Add brax to it?" Kesya tries to suppress a chuckle, but is only half successful. "Umm... proof. Six point eight?" She arches her brows with a hopeful expression and adds in a mutter, "Cocoa units." Himiko sighs, "Damn Sas. I want to get at my crystals before the next storm possibly ruins everything." Kesya tries again, "Two hundred fourty-six? It just tastes good, Tance. Relax." A few beeps sound from Delvan's pad as he types in some information, setting his glass at his side for a moment. A soft mutter, "Hmm... maybe there.." He presses a few more buttons and nods, "Ya, there next." Kesya looks like she's trying hard to keep a straight face. Himiko kicks the sofa she's sitting on with her heel feeling petulant, "Should find someone else." Tance, somehow failing to catch the mutter, turns away to scowl at the far wall. "Wouldn't get me drunk anyway. Don't remember last time I got drunk. Why the freg can't I get good and drunk for once...?" Kesya arches her head back to look at Himiko, then rocks back to respond to Tance's mutters. "You don't need to get drunk Tance." She sounds pretty sure of herself. "Besides, I was kidding. You might get the runs from drinking that many milkshakes, but you certainly wouldn't get drunk." This is followed by a cheerful chuckle, as she tips her glass towards Tance and takes a sip. Tance mumbles woefully, "Why bother then?" Delvan picks up his glass again, clearing the display on his pad, and settles back into his couch, smiling happily. A few somewhat energetic drinks and his glass is empty. He stands, meandering back to the 'unit to order a second, muttering an 'scuse me as he leans over the pair again. Kesya sits up again, sobered by the Singer's downcast mood. "Don't you ever go out and just have fun?" Delvan spins the menufax around to display the drink selections. Delvan peruses the selection of drinks, and orders a frozen strawberry daquiri. "Won't let me go forget in the crystal... can't forget with a beer... kark it..." He eyes Kesya sidelong, then looks oddly frightened again, mouth quivering a little. Then as if aware of the dismay in his own expression, Tance suddenly snarls, "None of your business!" and fumbles to pick his cutter up off the floor and get to his feet. Himiko grumbles about flakey duo-singers as she gets up. Himiko stands up from her couch. Delvan glances down and, seeing the old singer start to get up, he scoots back a few feet, leaving his order still in the 'unit. He glances to Kesya, then to Tance again, shrugging as he waits for him to move clear of the catering unit. Himiko tosses the dish and her glass into the recycler. Himiko steps over to the catering unit Himiko spins the menufax around to display the drink selections. Himiko peruses the selection of drinks, and orders the Long Island Iced Tea. Tance, empty beer beaker forgotten, curls his unslung arm possessively about his cutter. Once on his feet, he barges past Delvan, heading for the door. Kesya starts surprisedly as Tance snarls at her, something like disappointment flashing in her dark eyes. "You're right, it's not." Her voice is quiet as she gets up and slings her towel over one shoulder, lips pressed firmly together. Delvan frowns a little at Tance as he passes, but stays back until he's clear, then moves to the 'unit to retrieve his drink. Tance, already en route to the exit, mumbles, "Not worth time 'n' trouble..." And is gone.