Log Date: 12/21/96
Log Cast:
	Kesya, Tance, Kirin, Azaria, Aram, Relton, Leah, Krellin,
Kevlan, Jerrik (NPC), Aje (NPC), Graidan, Farris, Jezhrai, Kayalina,
Inanna, Maggie
Log Intro:
	Kesya As'shoriah and Tance Vokrim's trip to reshepherd Tance back 
into the job of being a Crystal Singer has begun with a long and exhausting
day of fighting a waterfall for only two yellow crystals... and the
morning song of a green claim, which forces Kesya to choose between the
equally disturbing options of succumbing to the sensual lure of the
crystal's harmonies and putting Tance through a painfully awkward
situation... and leaving Tance to lose himself alone in the song, and
risk damaging newly healed and fragile memories. Kesya finally opts to
resist the crystal's pull, but winds up having to punch Tance to snap
him out of the thrall. But to her dismay, she discovers that the time he'd
spent captivated by the crystal has deprived him of the memory of what
had happened the day before.
	After the green's morning euphony ends, Kesya and Tance return
to the sled for an uneasy breakfast. Tance is confused and worried,
not quite knowing what to do with the clearly upset Kesya; Kesya, on the
other hand, feels herself responsible for the setback to Tance's memory,
and wrestles with guilt. Finally, however, she reluctantly allows him
back to the claim to cut the green, despite it resulting in needing to
strike him a time or two more to keep him alert. As they cut, however,
a new threat to their trip quickly emerges, with a sudden and dramatic
drop of the temperature... and an equally dramatic rise in the wind.

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The pressure at the base of your skull throbs, causing you to not want to 
  leave your shelter until this has blown past.

Crystal Vein
You can barely make out the traces of green circles, hatched with brilliant 
  neon orange.  The vein subtly sings to you in a scale of A sharp. You catch 
  a sparkling glimmer of light green. The crystal rings with a sweetness and 
  purity of tone. 
It is clear from the debris that crystals have been mined here in the past.

[Tance and Kesya work on cutting a scale of small-sized prisms at the
 younger Singer's advice. There is a satisfying lack of flaw in the little
 crystals...]

Singing, now, with you on the green, Tance seems to light up. Echoes from both 
  your notes and his ring through the air, and a smile keeps playing across 
  his face.

Kesya keeps a watchful eye on the other singer... worried that he may fall 
  into the crystal spell as he did earlier. She was fearful of bringing him in 
  here -- but he'd have to cut green again sometime, and better she's around 
  to watch while he does it. Nodding in satisfaction as Tance cuts easily, she 
  sings again, for the next crystal.

He cuts easily, yes -- though releasing the small green prisms takes him 
  visible, pained effort. Tance's face wars between rapture and disorientation 
  as the notes from both your cutters echo through the air.

Kesya grabs a carton, pausing a moment as something... touches her nerves. She 
  raises her head to the air, eyes closing. "Storm... storm's coming."

Your symbiont sends a painful amount of pressure through your system, warning 
  you not to even think of leaving shelter.

Tance rouses a little, dazed. Then, his eyes clear, and he frowns at a sense 
  like fingernails running down a chalkboard, when the green snaps and pings. 
  "Storm," he repeats... and then winces. "Storm! Mach storm!"

Kesya's breathy voice is low, her eyes wide. "It feels like a bad one. We have 
  to go, Tance. Now."

"G... go..." It comes out of him in a moan, as he casts a yearning look at the 
  green face. His tone almost makes him sound like a disappointed child. 
  "It'll hurt the green...."

Kesya grabs the other carton too, one in each hand, her cutter slung over her 
  back. "It'll hurt us if we don't move." She winces, cowering for just a 
  moment as the storm nears quickly, the crystal twanging out in protest. 
  "Gods Tance, we have to leave!"

Tance blinks, pained, then snaps his gaze to you. His mouth starts moving, 
  forming soundless syllables, and for an instant, a look of sharp grief 
  flares in his expression. "Not again.... not again.... yes, go!"

You pick up the carton. You pick up the carton and feel an odd tingling run 
  down your spine. 

Tance grabs at one of the cartons, slings his cutter over his shoulder, and 
  yelps to you, "We hafta go, we hafta go!"

You carefully turn the crystal cutter off and relax your stance.
Large Chamber
This area is very remote. It is also very dry and hot. Sand is everywhere. It 
  covers the ground and fills every crack and crevice in the rock. You suspect 
  it is filling your footwear as well. The sound of the wind is particularly 
  fierce here. This place is so depressing and discouraging you doubt there 
  could be any crystal for kilometers.
You are in a very large cave. You can't see either the ceiling or the far 
  walls. The floor is fairly flat, you can walk around freely. The forces of 
  geology have shaped the walls of this cave into peculiar shapes. You start 
  to feel uneasy as half-glimpsed shapes become faces. As you walk north you 
  see a low opening leading further into the cliff.
You can barely make out the traces of green circles, hatched with brilliant 
  neon orange. 
Contents:
Crystal Vein
Obvious exits:
Tunnel  Cave Entrance  
Tance makes his way out of the immediate vein area.
A glint of crystal catches your eye and in fact, all your senses are drawn to 
  this exact spot.

Kesya has arrived.
Kesya makes her way out of the immediate vein area.

You walk into a smaller cave.
Cave Entrance
This area is very remote. It is also very dry and hot. Sand is everywhere. It 
  covers the ground and fills every crack and crevice in the rock. You suspect 
  it is filling your footwear as well. The sound of the wind is particularly 
  fierce here. This place is so depressing and discouraging you doubt there 
  could be any crystal for kilometers.
You are in a small cave. The ceiling is quite high, about 5 meters. The cave 
  is roughly circular. Interesting rock formations lurk in the shadows. In the 
  north wall is a large opening that leads into a larger cave. Unfortunately, 
  the heat is unrelieved even in the shadows. It is hot and close and windless 
  in here.
You can barely make out the traces of green circles, hatched with brilliant 
  neon orange. 
Obvious exits:
Large Chamber  Valley Floor  

Crystal song resonates with the driving wind, sand from outside 
  the cave flying about like minature shards of glass. Ducking down to follow 
  Tance, Kesya guards her eyes with one hand, trying to keep hold of the 
  carton with the other.

Kesya comes into the cave.
Kesya has arrived.

Tance leans unsteadily into the wind as he runs, as quickly as his aging body 
  can move him. "COME ON!"

You leave the cave and walk outside.
Valley Floor
This area is very remote. It is also very dry and hot. Sand is everywhere. It 
  covers the ground and fills every crack and crevice in the rock. You suspect 
  it is filling your footwear as well. The sound of the wind is particularly 
  fierce here. This place is so depressing and discouraging you doubt there 
  could be any crystal for kilometers.
The cliffs rise high on either side of you. The floor of this valley is about 
  50 meters wide. The valley runs East-West for several miles. Sand and rock 
  and cliff are all you can see for miles. You wonder if you have ever seen a 
  more uninteresting place. You can see what looks like a cave in the north 
  face of the cliff.
You can barely make out the traces of green circles, hatched with brilliant 
  neon orange. 
Contents:
Kesya's sled
Obvious exits:
Cave Entrance  

Kesya comes outside.
Kesya has arrived.

The snow comes down harder again, surrounding you in a whirlwind of white. 
  Your face feels numb from being out in this so long.
The sharp, insistent pain at the base of your neck continues, urging you to 
  seek shelter.

Tance makes it to the sled and charges into it, to stow the carton and cutter.

Kesya's sled
The recruit that slaved over this abused vessel did his job well. Despite the 
  owner's attempt to fry the craft in electrical discharges in the ranges, the 
  recruit has managed to pound the floor almost flat and scrape most of the 
  burn marks from the walls. The cleaner removed and replaced most of the 
  instrumentation, and obtained assistance in repairing the damage to the 
  drive. The interior is clean, smelling only faintly of crisped plastic and 
  cleaning fluid.
This is a 2 person capacity sled.  There is room in this sled for 8 cartons, 3 
  have been checked out.  One of the special new engines has been installed, 
  allowing for greater speeds.  The console is on.   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 "Twilight's Ambition" scratched into the 
  surface.

Occasionally a wind gust pushes powerfully against the sled, shoving it 
  unceremoniously off course.

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

Carton 2 - Kesya is loaded in to the sled.
You set the carton down with care.

You step out from the cramped interior of the sled "Twilight's Ambition."
Valley Floor
Contents:
Kesya
Kesya's sled
Obvious exits:
Cave Entrance  

Kesya struggles against wind, her slim form having trouble as the carton 
  batters against her injured leg. Sand and snow whirls about as though it had 
  a life of its own -- wind picks up rocks and hurls them through the air. She 
  can't shield her face any longer without letting go of the carton.. so she 
  simply squints her eyes shut, stumbling along as best she can. Already she 
  staggers through two foot-high drifts.

Tance pokes his head out into the wind again -- where the kark is she? He can 
  barely see.... _her_, and she hasn't managed to catch up with him yet!

The snow comes down in large clumps, as though snowballs were falling from the 
  heavens, in a tumultuous tornado. The wind eases slightly as the fatter 
  snowflakes fall, adding their numbers to the 2+ feet of snow already 
  accumulated.

Tance staggers back out into the snow and wind, fright rising from his gut to 
  his chest, the blizzard nearly slamming him into the side of the craft. 
  Karking cold, too, and despite the thermal insulation in his jumpsuit and 
  gloves, he is starting to feel the ache of the temperature.

The day, the emotion she's spent, the energy it's taken to keep Tance from 
  succuming to the crystal thrall the past eight hours -- is all taking its 
  toll on Kesya. She can't see the sled anymore, and her limbs are cold and 
  numb. Hopelessness fills her again, almost as strongly as when Tance told 
  her this morning he couldn't remember the events he'd just created himself. 
  Guilt hits her again, her gaze dropping as she staggers through the snow. 
  Her leg she tries to ignore -- it screams at her, every inch of her body 
  screams at her.

The wind picks up speed once more, and even though you still hear its shrill 
  whistle, you start to no longer feel its bite, as you start to go numb. The 
  snow falls at an even faster rate.

"_JADE?!_" Tance's voice screams out hoarsely over the roar of the wind. The 
  tracks he's made coming out of the caves are already obliterated, but 
  vaguely, he can make out the entrance of the cavern, and he staggers back 
  towards it, squinting, trying to find you. "JADE!"

Kesya begins to even start feeling warm -- though she doesn't know it, she's 
  not far from the sled; but who can tell? All she sees is white, white... 
  it's pretty, actually. Everything goes away.. the guilt, the pain... she 
  doesn't even realize she's stopped moving, and has dropped to her knees, the 
  carton before her in the snow. A murmur crosses her lips -- did she hear 
  something? No matter. Soundlessly, "M'sorry Tance... be there in a 
  minute...." She doesn't make a sound as she passes out in the snow, numb as 
  ice.

The grey clouds, or what you can see of them in this blizzard, start to move a 
  bit faster, as far as you can tell. The snowfall slows a bit, they flakes 
  are smaller, but this storm is by no means over.

Tance trips across the carton, and, tripping, stumbles across -- "JADE?!"

Kesya doesn't respond. She actually looks peaceful -- a far cry from the 
  half-masked expression of defeat she's worn all day.

The wind changes direction yet again, dancing around you, a deadly dervish. 
  You are chilled down to the bone, and then some, packed in almost three feet 
  of snow. You notice that in places, snowdrifts get so tall that one would 
  cover you completely, if you were in it.

_His_ body is screaming now, too, his older symbiont protesting at the strain 
  being put on it to keep him moving, to keep the cold at bay. But something 
  else keeps Tance Vokrim moving, too, as he fumbles to lift you, mumbling 
  over and over in horror, "No... no...." The carton is forgotten, as he 
  stumbles back through the snow with you, towards the sled.

Kesya steps into the airsled "Twilight's Ambition."
Kesya has left.

Kesya's sled
Contents:
Kesya
Carton 2 - Kesya

Once inside, Tance collapses with you, before turning with an effort to haul 
  the hatchway closed. Then, trembling from the frigid cold -- and horror and 
  panic -- Tance pulls you up again, wailing, "Jade? Jade, wake up, please 
  wake up..."

Kesya is ice cold, her head still against your shoulder as you carry her into 
  the sled. The wind howls like a fierce beast, shaking the sled as though it 
  were trying to get inside.

His face full of fright, brown eyes overbright and damp, Tance stares at your 
  still features for a moment... then, the snarl of the wind makes him mumble, 
  "I'll... I'll get you home, Jade, I'll get you home..." He staggers with 
  you, then, to the bed; there he drops you, and grabs blanket after blanket 
  to pile on you, thinking dimly that he has to keep you warm.
His body continues to protest, and he fights the urge to just collapse there 
  on the bed beside you. Tance does pause a moment, though, and cups your 
  cheek in his hand before tucking the blankets awkwardly around you... and 
  finally whirling to lurch to the pilot's controls.
_Sit. Strap in. Engine on, get the nose up, old man, get it up, the snow'll 
  bury us if we don't take off _NOW_...._ The sled's engine begins to splutter 
  into life.
With difficulty, the vehicle lifts into the air -- weight of snow on its roof 
  hindering the ascent. Tance wrestles with the controls.

Kesya doesn't stir -- nor is she aware of the blankets retaining what little 
  body heat she has left. Her face, tense over the day, is now slack and calm. 
  She looks like a sleeping child, and if one didn't know how ice-like she 
  felt to the touch, it'd be easy to think she /is/ simply sleeping.

"Get her back... get Jade back... gotta get her back...." He even remembers to 
  activate the stabilizer once the sled gets fully into the air -- and the 
  storm.

Aware that he needs to have medical help waiting for his younger companion
  once he gets her sled back to the base, Tance spares enough attention
  to slam on the commlink and throw off a ragged call for a medic to be
  alerted. But the rest of his attention remains on the daunting task of
  keeping the sled aloft. Despite the craft's having much better speed
  and response time than he's used to, the viciously howling storm makes
  it difficult to take advantage of the sled's strengths.
"Get her home... get her home... gotta get her home..."

Kesya's eyes flicker open, a groan escaping her lips as the sled lurches in 
  the ruthless wind. She can't move... and can't stop shivvering. So cold! Oh 
  so cold... Thankfully, she closes her eyes and leaves it all again.

Tance hunches over the controls, the effort of keeping the craft aloft almost 
  as physically tortuous as being out in the storm had been back at the claim. 
  He can't risk looking back at the bed, not right now; he has to get her home!
Eventually, the JPF begins to draw near, and Tance must risk deactivating
  the stabilizer to nudge the sled downwards. But the thought of crashing
  scares him badly, and Tance wails at himself, "Down, kark it, down...!" 
  But not too fast!
Tance's face is drenched in sweat, now, as the JPF draws near.
Tance brings the sled to a gentle landing.
DOWN! Tance catapults out of the seat, staggering to the bed to haul you up 
  into his arms.

You step out from the cramped interior of the sled "Twilight's Ambition."
Hangar Floor
The immense cavern that serves the guild faces the eastern sky. The blue sky 
  merges with the harsh browns of the long plain of the Joslin Plataeu far to 
  the east. The smoothly tiled floor is scarred by myriad gashes and scratches 
  caused by wind-tossed sleds. The northern and southern walls contain 
  over-large double doors while the western wall is set with observation 
  windows. Looking around (+view), you notice several signs posted. The 
  shadows are complete on the hangar floor as Scoria has passed her zenith. 
  The blocks of the guild complex cast sharp shadows on the great plain.  The 
  wind baffles have been raised against the mach winds. The storm sweeps down 
  from the discontinuity gaining strength as it proceeds across the plateau. 
  Even within the cavern, dust and debris swirl on a noise filled wind.
Contents:
  Tance, over by the wall. 
  Kirin, over by the wall. 
  Leah, over by the wall. 
  Azaria, over by the wall. 
  Aram, hovering by the hangar doors. 
  Relton, looking at the radar screen. 
  Krellin, over by the wall. 
  Graidan, over by the wall. 
  Kevlan, over by the wall.
  Kesya's sled 
  Yagera's sled 
  Tonella's sled 
  Jezhrai's sled 
  Peddis's sled 
  Philemon's sled 
  Ssudia'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:
  Processing  WWSF Transport  Met Transport  Equipment Room  Simulators  
  Catwalk  Sorting  Ready Room

Kesya steps out from the cramped interior of the airsled "Twilight's Ambition."
Kesya has arrived.

Kirin ducks out of the way with a slight wince as she rubs her hip.

Azaria relaxes somewhat, with a short nod to Relton.

Tance staggers out of the sled, trembling violently -- and carrying in his 
  arms a blanket-wrapped form. "MEDIC!" he shrieks.

Aram shouts. "Sleds fine."

Kesya is being carried by Tance, covered in a plethora of blankets.

Kirin steps into the airsled "Twilight's Ambition."
Kirin has left.

Relton nods, hid expression doesn't change as he alternately stares at the 
  radar screen and out the still-open maw of the hangar.

Aram cerses. "hypothermia."

Kirin steps out from the cramped interior of the airsled "Twilight's Ambition" 
  carrying a carton of crystal.
Kirin has arrived.

Leah looks in concern knowing the blanket covers Kesya.

The clouds break up somewhat; though the sky is still completely grey, you can 
  make out where one cloud begins and one ends. A light snow still falls, but 
  the wind has completely died away.

Kirin gives the all clear sign to the sled techs as she holds tight to a carton

Tance collapses to his knees, as soon as he's out of the sled, still clinging 
  to the body he's holding. His face is filled with visible panic. "MEDIC! I 
  need a medic over here!"

Leah steps into the airsled "Twilight's Ambition."
Leah has left.
Leah steps out from the cramped interior of the airsled "Twilight's Ambition."
Leah has arrived.

Krellin makes his way toward the shout quickly, trying to see the form.

Kirin enters the processing room as the automatic door swings open for her.
Kirin has left.

Kevlan blinks. Twice. So does Jerrik, who stares at the man holding Kesya, and 
  he mutters exhaustedly to Kevlan, "That's... _that's_ Tance Vokrim?"

Leah looks at you for a moment.

The flurry continues rather apathetically -- no flakes will fall for awhile, 
  then you see a few dancing down upon the light wind. The storm may be over, 
  but its effects will linger for awhile.

A piercing whistle signals the weather all-clear.
From sled 'Sapphire Orchid', The storm warning signals all stop and a green 
  light is displayed on the console of the sled, indicating good weather.

Aram corrals a handy recruit and directs them to the filthy sled.

Kesya is unconcious, her face barely visible what with all the blankets 
  wrapped about her. To the touch she is ice-cold... she must have been in the 
  snow a long time.

Behind Jerrik, Aje doesn't exactly drop her diagnostic scanner, but she almost 
  does, before cursing and catching it before it hits the floor. She, too, 
  stares in disbelief at the shouting Tance, before scurrying off on her next 
  task.

Kirin comes out of the processing room, and strides purposefully into the 
  hangar area.
Kirin has arrived.

Krellin presses a button on his wrist unit and speaks into it, summoning a 
  gurney.
Gurney 2 has arrived.

Graidan, knowing not to get too close, watches Kesya and the cluster around 
  her in concern. She glances at the radar now and again as well, quietly.

Aram bustles around the hangar floor and loads Kesya's sled into the racks.

Kesya's sled has left.

Tance holds Kesya, touching a shaking hand to her cheek, and now muttering, 
  "Jade... wake up, Jade, please wake up, you have to wake up..." He, too, 
  looks rather shaken, his face reddened and scratched and flushed from cold.

Azaria glances once toward the group around the singer, then continues to 
  check over the sleds, making notes to herself.

Krellin pushes the gurney toward Tance and Kesya quickly.

Kirin rubs at her ip and the growls as the wind picks her up a little and 
  slaps her against the wall.

Leah rambles over to the wall, out of the way.
Leah shouts to Kirin, "Are you ok?"

Aram also does a once over of all the sleds remaining in the hangar and makes 
  a few notes with his data pad.

If he notices the medic hastening towards him, Tance Vokrim gives no sign of 
  it. His attention is now riveted on the green face of the Singer he's 
  cradling.

Graidan wearily unstraps her headgear and slides it off her head, leaning up 
  against the sledtech's desk with an exhausted sigh. Pushing herself back up 
  again, she walks over to the recruits still remaining. "Thank you all for 
  your help today. Order whatever you wish from the catering units, there will 
  be no charge for it. Restorative drinks will be waiting in your quarters at 
  such time as you're ready to go get them."

Krellin puts the gurney directly in front of Tance so he can put Kesya on it.

Kesya's eyelids twitch, her breath catching. Her whole body shudders, and she 
  grimaces in pain and groans, barely audible. So cold, don't wake up... it 
  was so much nicer not worrying, not caring.. it's so cold!

Kevlan slumps against a wall, as he and Jerrik finish off the last of the work 
  they've tackled, and the Singer looks up gratefully as he hears Graidan's 
  words. He hauls himself to his feet, to stagger to her and murmur, "Thankee, 
  ma'am..."

Leah nods and takes her helmet off.

Relton looks across the hangar and then at the remaining recruits, "Well, if 
  you're going to stay here sighteseeing, you may as well do it from one end 
  of a broom."

Tance still doesn't look up even when the gurney parks right in front of him. 
  He's still holding Kesya, cradling her cheek with one palm, and begging her 
  hoarsely, "Wake up, Jade, wake up, please wake up please..."

Kirin coughs a little and nods as she rubs her hip and back with a wince

Graidan gives Kevlan a weak smile, looks over Kesya quickly once more, then 
  moves over to Relton, giving him a questioning look. "Do you see anything at 
  all?" she asks him, softly.

Aram removes his helmet but leaves his speach to text converter.

Krellin says "Tance, put her on the gurney so I can get her down to the 
  infirmary. It's faster this way."

Tance jerks his head up, blinking, disoriented. "Who're you?" he barks 
  raggedly.

Kesya's eyes flicker open, anguish crossing her expression as her limbs betray 
  her by actually coming to life again -- with excruciating pain. She coughs, 
  her eyes closing for a moment. "T-Tance? Where--"

A message from sled "Destrier II" is heard over the hangar floor speaker:  
  Farris says, "Base this is sled Destrier II"

Krellin points at the gurney, "A medic. Come on, I have to get her down there 
  now!"

Azaria glances up at the sledtech display as it flashes.
Azaria speaks into the main sled communication unit, "JPF Base to occupants of 
  sled 'Destrier II', Go ahead  singer."

Aram speaks into the main sled communication unit, "JPF Base to occupants of 
  sled 'Destrier II', We here you what do you need."

A message from sled "Destrier II" is heard over the hangar floor speaker:  
  Farris says, "It's cold out here base. Very cold. Did you know there was a 
  storm out here?"

Graidan blinks at the speaker in disbelief. "He's kidding, right?"

Kirin looks Aram, "Uhm, they coming in or what?"

The sound of Kesya's voice jerks Tance's attention back to her, and he tells 
  her, his voice cracking, "Home, Jade, home...." Then, at Krellin's 
  insistence, he snaps his gaze up again, torn. At last, his face settling 
  into an exhausted 'you better be a medic' grimace, he stiffly hauls himself 
  to his feet, Kesya still cradled in his arms. Once standing, he places Kesya 
  on the gurney, tenderly, wincing a bit as he lets her go.

Aram speaks into the main sled communication unit, "JPF Base to occupants of 
  sled 'Destrier II', Yes we know there is was strom  how could we asist you?"

Kesya is helped onto the gurney by the medic.
Kesya has left.

Aram shrugs. "lets find out"

A message from sled "Destrier II" is heard over the hangar floor speaker:  
  Farris says, "No assistance needed. Toes grow back. Just cold. Come in when 
  the drift melts off m' sled. Can't see out to see how deep dunno."

Krellin quickly moves the gurney, with Kesya on it, towards the ready room.
Krellin pushes the gurney out of the room.
Krellin ducks into the ready room, escaping from the swirling wind.
Krellin has left.

Tance stands there swaying, more visibly now that Kesya's not in his arms. He 
  staggers after the medic and the gurney, his movements stiff.

You escape the swirling wind of the hangar.
Hangar Observation Area
The hangar ready room functions as an observation area for the hangar 
  activities. Several ergonomic chairs ring a display console which debriefs 
  the pilots before they leave the Joslin Plateau Facility.
Activity in the hangar diminishes as the light from Scoria fades and blocky 
  shadows grow longer and longer outside the complex. Guild members are 
  settling in for the evening.
You may view the activity of the hangar floor by asking the computer to relay 
  the activity to you. Type <on> or <off>.
Contents:
Krellin
Gurney 2
Jilayna
Jezhrai
Obvious exits:
Hangar Floor  Lifts  

Jezhrai sits in a chair, arms folded, one leg propped up on a chair. She 
  raises an eyebrow, then jumps up. "Is that Kesya?!"

Krellin doesn't see anyone as he pushes the gurney through quickly.
Krellin pushes the gurney out of the room.
Krellin turns from the window and strides to the lifts.
Krellin has left.

Tance stiffly staggers after the medic and the gurney, his attention, too, on 
  the green-skinned Singer.

[The medic, along with the two Singers, wind up in short order down on
 Level 12...]

You walk from the comparative quiet to the controlled frenzy of the trauma 
  center.
Trauma Centre
This part of the infirmary is clearly designed for efficiency, but it doesn't 
  seem to help much. Doctors, nurses and support staff rush from one room to 
  another, seemingly overstretched beyond endurance but still working on. A 
  bright red stripe decorated with white crosses leads to surgery. 
Contents:
Krellin
Gurney 2
Gurney 1
Obvious exits:
Observation Room  Lift  Surgery  Intensive Care  

Tance, keeping up with the gurney's movements, nearly falls down a time or two 
  as he stumps along.

From Gurney 2, Kesya is shivvering uncontrollably, now, her eyes screwed shut, 
  teeth clenched as she blocks out the pain of her numb limbs.

Krellin lifts you off the gurney and lays you on a bio-bed. He tosses an odd 
  looking hat? at Tance, "Put that on her."

Kesya is helped off the gurney by the medic.
Kesya has arrived.

Tance reacts without thinking. His hands are trembling, but he catches the 
  hat-thing, and moves to try to fumble it onto Kesya's head.

Kesya is curled up into a ball, her arms wrapped about her as she shivvers 
  uncontrollably. A plantive moan sounds from her lips. "How -- it's so cold! 
  How did I get so cold?"

Krellin sets up an equally odd looking peice of equipment that resemebles an 
  IV. "Keep your arms still." He pulls her arms to her side as he secures one 
  tube on her arm and another tube to her other arm. It soon begins draining 
  blood through one tube, warming it in the machine, and cycling it back in 
  through her other arm.

The green-skinned singer is so pale to appear almost grey, her lips having a 
  bluish cast. She tries to keep her arm still as ordered, but the thing won't 
  cooperate, shaking as the rest of her body does. Her speech is slurred, when 
  she does manage to talk.

Kesya's head turns, looking for someone. Arms strapped to her sides, she can't 
  reach out, but she bites her lip as she spots the other Singer. "Tance..."

Tance stands there, still trembling himself, still white save for the flush 
  across his gaunt cheeks. His gaze remains on Kesya, pained, and he steps 
  forward a pace to tell her anxiously, hoarsely, "Here... h... here, Jade, 
  here..."

Krellin removes the blanket that's on Kesya and replaces it with one specially 
  disigned to reflect heat. It matches the hat, but only because of its 
  design, not much thought was put to the fashios aspect.
Krellin pulls a bio-bed, not nearly as easily as he moves the gurney, closer 
  to Kesya's and, looking at Tance, points to it, "You're not in such great 
  shape either."

Kesya calms a little as warm blood begins to circulate through her, and she 
  swallows, conciously trying to keep from shivvering. It doesn't quite work. 
  An expression of concern flickers across her eyes as she looks at the 
  green-adapted Singer. "How'd we get back? Wha--what happened?"

Tance barks raspily at the medic, "She's gonna be okay? She's gonna be okay, 
  right?" Clearly, Kesya's welfare is the only thought in his head.

Krellin nods, "Yes, she'll be fine. You can stay right next to her the whole 
  time, but I'm sure she'll rest easier knowing you're safe also."

Tance's arms have involuntarily wrapped around his torso, in an attempt to 
  stave off his own violent shivering. Exhaustedly, half-blankly, he eyes the 
  medic, before mumbling gruffly, "Hadda remember. Bring her back... hadda 
  bring her back..."
Tance at last stumbles back reluctantly to sink down onto the other biobed. A 
  grimace crosses his features as though to sit down causes him pain.

Krellin nods and pats Tance's arm appreciatively, "You did great, now get your 
  just reward and warm up." He pushes him down onto the bed, strapping one arm 
  in so he can't go anywhere. He leaves the other arm loose though so he can 
  touch Kesya is he wishes.

Tance doesn't seem to notice being strapped down -- for the moment he's lying 
  down, his eyes drop shut, and his head flops sideways in utter exhaustion.

Kesya looks around the room fuzzily, now starting to retain some coherance to 
  her thoughts. "Tance? How'd we get..." She cuts off, realizing the man has 
  passed out.

Krellin sets up a similar piece of equipment for Tance after covering him with 
  a blanket, "There was a storm. He flew you back in and carried you out of 
  the sled, then we brought you down here."

Kesya just stares at Krellin for a long moment. "I-I remember the storm. We 
  had to leave, it came up too fast... he got ahead of me in the snow." She 
  frowns, her head aching painfully at her thoughts. "And then I got lost. I 
  don't remember what happened then." Her eyes lift to you, then flick to the 
  sleeping form in the next bed. "He flew us back?"

Krellin nods, glancing at Tance for a moment before he walks over to you to 
  treat your injuries, "He must have gone back for you then, because yes, he 
  brought you in."
Krellin keeps the blanket over most over you body, only moving it enough to 
  see your leg. He carefully removes the bark that, until now had considerably 
  slowed the bleeding. He cleans the wound quickly, not wanting you to lose 
  any more blood. As soon as he finishes this he begins stitching up the gash.

Kesya's eyes widen at that news, her expression one of disbelief as she gazes 
  at the man in the next bed. "Jays... he'd have had to backtrack to get me. I 
  -- I didn't think he'd do that." She barely notices your tending to her leg, 
  her thoughts confused.

Krellin shrugs, "He obviously did." He glances back at the sleeping form, 
  "Risked his own neck to do it too."
Krellin says "It's a good thing he did. I couldn't do much for ya if I 
  couldn't get to ya."

You hear a quiet tone on your wrist unit, and then a voice says, "A message to 
  all on Ballybran from Aram:  You hear a loud siren then a loud voice 
  anounces. "All avalable pilots report to the hangar imidiatly we have a 
  tranded singer in tha ranges."".
You hear a quiet tone on your wrist unit, and then a voice says, "A message to 
  all on Ballybran from Aram:  "I repeat all avalable pilots to the hangar for 
  a serch and rescure.".

Kesya's brow creases. "But... it's all my fault. I didn't keep a close enough 
  eye on him, forgot how crystal would affect him. He lost his memory again, 
  and it's my fault!" Her eyes widen, voice pained. "What's he doing coming 
  back for me after I did that?!"

Krellin lifts an eyebrow, "Saving your life, that's what."

Kesya scowls darkly, guilt overcoming her again. "You know what I mean," she 
  mutters. "He shouldn't have risked himself."

Krellin shrugs, "Too late to think about that now. Besides, I wouldn't 
  complain if I were you." He's now busy cleaning the tree sap from your cuts.

Kesya obviously is thinking about it though, a mixture of emotions flashing 
  across her face. Eyes troubled, she simply murmurs softly. "He shouldn't 
  have come back. Not after what happened." Then, with a wondering frown, 
  "He's never done anything like that before."

Krellin says "I must say, he picked a good time to start."

Kesya watches the sleeping form thoughtfully, and sighs. "With my luck he'll 
  forget all about this, too." It's obvious she's feeling rather pessimistic 
  after everything that's happened the past few days.
Kesya's breathing is slower now, her skin having regained a more healthy 
  colour.

Krellin finishes cleaning the cuts, "How are you feeling?"

Kesya takes a deep breath, looking a little sleepy. "Physically," she 
  clarifies, "Better. My legs and arms still ache, and I think I'll be keeping 
  this blanket on for quite a while, but I don't feel half as cold anymore."

Krellin nods as he consults his scanner, "Good." He's about to ask something, 
  but stops.

Kayalina walks in from the quiet of the lift area to the controlled frenzy of 
  the trauma center.
Kayalina has arrived.

Kesya is chatting quietly with the medic at her side, and doesn't notice the 
  tuner come in.
Kayalina glances quickly around the room then walks briskly over to the others.
Kayalina looks at you for a moment.

Kesya's arms are strapped to the sides of her bed, a tube in each as blood is 
  taken from her, warmed, and filtered back. She glances over quickly as she 
  hears footsteps, wincing as the sudden movement spikes a headache. "Oh... 
  hello."

Krellin turns as Kesya looks at someone, "Yes?"
Krellin's wristunit beeps and he listens to it carefully. You can just make 
  out "We have a singer... in... to..."

Tance is lying in a biobed next to the one in which Kesya is sitting; he is 
  either sleeping or unconscious, wrapped in the same kind of thermal blanket 
  draped across the green-skinned Singer's shoulder.

Kayalina pales at the sight of the two singers, "What happened? Either the 
  storm caught you two, or a herd of lawyers."

Krellin looks at Kayalina. He's not real happy about her comment and sounds 
  mildy annoyed as he asks, "Can I help you?"

Kesya smiles faintly, the stress she's feeling evident in the lines of her 
  face. "The storm blew up on us faster than we anticipated. I got lost in the 
  snow." Her gaze flicks towards Tance, just for a moment.

Kayalina glances at Krellin, "Not really, I'm quite healthy, thanks anyway."

Kesya's gaze turns to Kayalina again, and she offers a weak smile. "So do you 
  always roam around the infirmary teasing injured singers, or is today an 
  exception?"

Krellin's wristunit beeps and he listens to it carefully. You can just make 
  out "... I think Farris... frostbite, hypothermia...."

Kayalina grins back at Kesya. "When I have the time. Well, you got me 
  intrested, what happened after being hoplessly lost in the snow?"

Krellin looks at his wrist unit and stands up, "Kesya, I've got to go. I'll 
  come back to check on you when I can."
Krellin leaves the chaos in the Trauma Center for the lift area.
Krellin has left.

Kesya's gaze centers on the end of the bed; it's hard to say why she'd be 
  reluctant to talk about this. "I.. passed out. I couldn't see the sled. Next 
  thing I knew I'm here." She nods to the next bed, "Krellin tells me Tance 
  --" she grimaces, "--backtracked to get me, put me in the sled, and flew us 
  back."

Tance lies under the thermal blanket, his face pale and slack. Something of 
  the dangerous flush has left his gaunt cheeks, but he continues to sleep the 
  sleep of the exhausted; he looks vaguely disreputable with a shadow of beard 
  along his jaw and his hair rumpled and disheveled, but still, this is a vast 
  improvement of states he's been in in prior days.

Kayalina nods thoughtfully, "He wouldn't have left you there if the storm was 
  ten times as worse. I'm glad you got back in somewhat one peice."

Kesya casts the tuner an odd look. "Why wouldn't he? That's what the job is 
  like... hazard of the profession."
Kesya mutters, "Besides, after what happened..." Her voice trails off, "I'm 
  surprised he didn't just fly off."

Kayalina shrugs, "Living is a hazardous profession. What, you didn't notice?"

If you listen hard, you can hear crystal resonance rushing dimly between your 
  ears.
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.

Krellin walks in from the quiet of the lift area to the controlled frenzy of 
  the trauma center.
Krellin has arrived.

Inanna walks in from the quiet of the lift area to the controlled frenzy of 
  the trauma center.
Inanna has arrived.

Kesya sighs, eyes hooded. "You don't understand. He'd have been entirely 
  within his rights to just leave."

Kayalina glances at Inanna, "What's wrong Inanna?" She quickly turns to 
  answear Kesya, "Why? What happened?"

Krellin hurries in with another singer. He parks the gurney next to a bio-bed 
  and lifts Farris up, setting him down on the bed.

Inanna glances around at the other people briefly, then returns her attention 
  to the gurney that Krellin is pushing.

Tance remains utterly oblivious to the flurry of activity in the trauma 
  center, still lying there under the thermal blanket.

Krellin waves a hand urgently at a cabinet, "Get me a blanket." He begins 
  removing the ones Farris is covered in now.

Inanna looks up, startled, at Kayalina. "Oh... Kaya. Hi..." She moves to the 
  opposite side of the bio-bed, careful to stay out of Krellin's way. "Farris' 
  sled came back without him."

Kayalina blinks at Inanna, "It can do that? What happened?"

Inanna looks at you for a moment.
Inanna blinks, distracted. "Oh... right." She grabs a space blanket from one 
  of the cabinets, and hands it to the meditech.

Kesya watches the other Singer get set up as she is, and and answers 
  Kayalina's question, a pained expression crossing her face. "When I shepherd 
  someone, I usually take off before morning and come back after morning 
  song's over; it avoids later complications. Well, while I was gone, and of 
  course not watching Tance, he found the crystal and got lost in the song. 
  Green, which he hadn't cut for over a year, and when I got back, I couldn't 
  get him out of it. I'm sure he must've fried neurons..." She grimaces, 
  obviously blaming herself. "Anyway, I had to hit him to get him out of it, 
  and then he couldn't remember what had happened the past few days." She 
  lifts a reproachful gaze to Kaylina. "You see why I say he shouldn't have 
  come back?"

Krellin gets rid of the others and covers Farris with this strange looking 
  blanket. As soon as he does he sets up a machine, identical to the ones 
  Kesya and Tance are connected to. He uncovers one of Farris's arms long 
  enough to put on tube on it, then does the same to the other arm. The 
  machine quicly begins drawing blood from one tube, warming it, and sending 
  it back into the singers body through the other tube.

From Gurney 2, Farris stirs a bit, clearly in pain as his less-damaged nerves 
  begin to fire again.

Farris is helped off the gurney by the medic.
Farris has arrived.

Inanna stands by Farris nervously, wanting to comfort him but afraid to even 
  touch him at the moment. "How you doing there, partner?" she whispers 
  softly, wringing her hands.

Krellin scans Farris, whos skin is slowly going from hard and pale to red and 
  swollen.

Kayalina nods slowly at Kesya, "Still, Its not that big of a loss considering."

Farris looks up. "Hurts. A bit."
Farris lies badly.

Kesya frowns in Kayalina's direction. "Considering? Who /knows/ what else he's 
  forgotten."

Inanna
A thin, vivid, dark-eyed woman, probably somewhere in her twenties; 
  long-limbed and tallish, with high cheekbones and pale skin. Her eyes, while 
  wary, are kind, and glint with shy good humour. Sable curls softly brush her 
  neck and the tips of her ears, the bangs reaching just above her eyes. There 
  is something both languorous and awkward in her movement and her manner: one 
  moment graceful and sensuous, the next uncertain and almost gawky, she is 
  like a tomboy not yet grown into a new, adult body. 
She is wearing a simply-cut blue shirt, tucked neatly into loose-fitting pants 
  of deep gray-blue. The seams were obviously sewn by hand, and the fabric 
  hand-woven from some natural fibre. The pants are rolled up slightly at the 
  ankles, revealing scuffed boots. A tiny woodcarving of a lute hangs from a 
  choker at the base of her throat. 
Carrying:
Inanna's Crystal Cutter
Climbing Equipment(#8508d$)
Katz lamp OFF
Carisak

Farris
Farris is an average looking man in his mid-30's. His brown hair is shot 
  through with the odd trace of gray, but his bright blue eyes twinkle with a 
  youthful interest in everything he sees. He has a high hairline that peaks 
  on either {side, and his nose is slightly off line from being broken a time 
  or two. When he's not caught up in Singing Crystal he has a ready smile, and 
  his good humor asserts itself at every turn. He still has trouble taking 
  most things seriously.
His denim pants are less than complete. Actually it's only the fact that his 
  shirt is far too long, and tucks deep into the ratty, frayed waistband that 
  keeps them from being banned on some of the more religious worlds of the 
  Sector. The shirt, however, would do the trick alone. An abstract pattern of 
  many colors looks alternately like a demon chewing on a hapless soul and an 
  exploding viscera bucket, depending on the lighting. The garish fabric 
  sticks out of a hole near the side seam of his pants, looking like some sort 
  of malignant growth. His stained boots have a vile-looking crust of 
  gods-know-what (and even THEY won't tell) covering the uppers, and making it 
  impossible to untie the laces. Those.. those _are_ laces? Did one move just 
  now?
This singer should clearly find an occupation in a warmer climate. His nose, 
  ears, hands and most likely his toes, are all very pale, completely numb and 
  much harder than a person's skin ought to be. Besides this his face if puffy 
  and his heart beat is slow and irregular.

Inanna grins slightly, so he can't see how worried she is. "You'll be back up 
  and around in no time." She lies even more badly than he does. "Hey... did I 
  tell you..." She drops her voice a little, aware of the number of people in 
  the room. "I found another white claim. Need you to cut it... I smashed my 
  cutter up."

Kayalina blinks at the offended singer, "Well, he's forgotten most of his life 
  a few more days won't matter. But that wasn't what I was talking about, even 
  if he blames you for his lost days, he still wouldn't leave you."

Farris musters the strength to look at Inanna accusingly. "How'd you do that. 
  Not cutting."

Inanna sighs. "Krell came out with me, while I cut the last of the rose 
  claim." She smiles slightly at the meditech. "I wasn't cutting alone."

Farris nods, looking at Krellin for confirmation before closing his eyes. 
  "Good."

Kesya just looks at Kayalina with a quizzical expression, shaking her head 
  once to show she doesn't understand.

Krellin pauses in an adjustment to the machine just long enough to nod at 
  Farris and smile at Inanna.

Granted, the green-skinned singer is still feeling muddle-headed from all 
  she's been through today. She frowns, the headache centered right behind her 
  eyes, making it hard to concentrate. "This is _Tance_ we're talking about 
  here."

Farris says "White?" very quietly. "Again."

Kayalina shakes her head saddly, then mutters to herself "Singers just don't 
  pay attention" Louder, directed at Kesya, she answears "He, umm...Whats so 
  wrong Tance? He's just like everyone else."

Inanna nods. "Yeah... white." She smiles gently at her partner, even though he 
  can't see it with his eyes closed. "Looks like some of it's been cut 
  already, so I don't know how much we'll find. I think we should wait until 
  it goes to the top of the market again. We don't need to hurry to cut it." 
  Mostly, she seems to just be trying to keep Farris' mind off the pain.

Still sleeping, color creeping back into his weathered face, Tance Vokrim 
  shifts a bit under the blanket covering his exhausted form, as if sensing on 
  some level that Kayalina and Kesya are discussing him. Or perhaps it's just 
  the voices in the room in general, reaching through layers of slumber, that 
  make him frown vaguely before he subsides again.

Farris twists a bit on the bed, pulling at the tube in his right arm. "Good, 
  don't want to cut just now. Too cold out there. Was a warm claim but cooled 
  off.

Kesya would hold her head in her hands, except those are strapped to the 
  besides. "Because he /knows/ how to save his own skin. How do you think he's 
  survived so long? Going back just gets you killed."

Inanna reaches a tentative hand to the singer's shoulder. "Don't move, 
  Farris... Krellin will get you warmed up again soon. Right Doc?"

Kayalina leans back with a sigh, "There are more then one death in the world."

Farris looks up as he realizes who's treating him, then settles a bit. "Watch 
  him." he says in an attempt at humor. "Don't want him getting ideas."

Krellin is trying to monitor all three singers and blinks as he hears Inanna 
  say something. "Hmm?" He pauses for a moment, then nods, "Oh, yeah. He'll be 
  fine. Should warm up pretty quick with that." He motions toward the machine 
  that is warming Farris's blood.
Krellin grins slightly at Farris, "What, you don't like my ideas any more?"

Inanna smiles at the meditech, then turns back to her partner. "He'll be good. 
  He can't go out with me all the time, and he knows I need my partner."

Kesya casts Kayalina a confused expression. "Do you always speak in riddles 
  like this?"

Krellin says "Good? Well, I wouldn't go that far..."

Farris laughs quietly. "Don't make her mad, Doc. We'll both suffer."

Inanna shakes her head. "What am I going to do with you two?"

Kayalina grins, giving a short laugh, "It makes life more.. intresting."

Krellin has one already when Farris says that. He sighs, "Alright."

A low groan issues from the prone Tance Vokrim; his eyes do not open, but his 
  mouth moves a little. "S... She safe? Jade..."

Kesya pulls experimentally with her arms, sighing as they don't budge from 
  where they're strapped down. "Damn," she mutters. Now that she's getting 
  warmer, she's also getting impatient... particularly with someone spouting 
  riddles at her. "Kayalina, I'm not at my best right now. Riddles don't 
  really _work_ on me."

Kayalina moves over to Tance's side, "She's fine Tance, safe and warm. Aren't 
  you Kesya?" She casts over her shoulder at the prone singer.

Kesya's gaze snaps to the bed beside her. "I'm okay, Tance."

Krellin nods at Tance even though he can't see it and says quietly, "She's 
  fine." He walks over and releases the restraints from Kesya, "Just don't 
  pull the tubes out."

Kesya nods obediantly to the medic, rubbing her fingers to help the 
  circulation.

Krellin walks back over toward Farris and runs his scanner over the singer, 
  "Do you have any injuries or was it just the cold that got you?"

Kayalina casts a glance back at Kesya, "Fine. I'll spell it out. What is life 
  with out a thread of sanity? What is life when others are dead?"

Farris grins a little. "Walked over sharp rocks, but I couldn't feel 'em so 
  must not have cut."

Tance's eyes half-open. His fogged brown gaze drifts across the room, from the 
  Tuner to the medic and at last to Kesya; then, he abruptly smiles softly, 
  before his eyes go more absent, and he drops back into sleep.

Kayalina shrugs, "What is the point of life with out _life_?"

Krellin smirks, "You mean you lived through that?"

Kesya arches a brow at the rambling tuner, an amused smile crossing her lips. 
  You're still riddling." She sighs, eyes hooding as she comments wryly, "I 
  forget what we were even talking about."

Farris says "Life is a temporary bio-chemical error. Self-limiting."

Inanna smiles slightly at Farris. "You'll be fine. I can tell."

Kayalina sighs again, taking a seat between the two singers beds, on the 
  floor. "Cold effect your memory two? We were talking about why TAnce saved 
  you."

Farris says "Ohs?"

Inanna grins. "Oh yeah. Trust me."

Farris says tiredly "Well you did just save my as...my neck. Can't well 
  distrust you."

Kesya's fuzzy gaze turns to Farris. "You're riddling worse than she is," she 
  comments. With a soft 'ah', and a nod, she smiles at Kayalina. "Oh, right. 
  Then you started talking about life without life and insanity."

Farris mentions to Inanna, "There was abit of weather out there, did you know?

Inanna grins slightly at Kesya. "He usually does." She nods to Farris. "I 
  know. Cold weather, apparently."

Kayalina sighs, hitting her hand to her forehead, "Why is life so hard?" She 
  turns back to Kesya, "Look, your green, right? Easy to remember someone 
  green, yes?"

Farris mmm hmmms. "Rather cold." He sighs. "Should have felt ti, didn't feel 
  it coming."
Farris says "Maybe my self-limiter is kicking in."

Kesya shrugs affably, "That's what the recruits tell me. That's why Tance 
  remembers me too. And," she says thoughtfully, "Probably 'cause I'm nice."
Kesya sighs softly, "I figured if nothing else, maybe that would stop him from 
  thinking I was a claimjumper when I shepherded him."

Inanna frowns -- that one didn't even quite make sense to her. She shrugs. 
  "Were you singing? Maybe you just ignored it, subconsciously."

Kayalina lifts her hands in a hopeless gesture, "Kesya, his memory is just a 
  tinsy winsy bit of its rocker, you understand that? Goooooood. So he
  can't remember a lot, but unusual things, like green skin, stick out a
  bit. Now, if you don't mind me saying, you're attractive, prolly wealthy, 
  and are, as you stated, nice. Put two and two together."

Farris sighs. "I was taking cartons to the vein. Couldn't get the sled close. 
  Finally noticed weather and couldn't get out in time. Self-limiting."

Inanna bites her lip, and nods. "Yeah..." She lifts an eyebrow. "I thought you 
  were still soaking... what were you doing out anyway?"

Kesya sighs, casting Kayalina a frustrated look. "If you're trying to say 
  we're friends, you'd be right. Though it took a while to convince him of 
  that."

Farris says "Prospecting." He looks proud of himself. "Got my res down to 0.38 
  before I went out."

Inanna smiles, and gives Krellin a glance that seems to say "See?" She nods. 
  "That's low. Really low. That's even low for -me-."

Farris casts a grin at Krellin. "I'm a pretty low character." he quips.

Inanna sighs, and adds, "Though not a the moment. I'm still sub-zero."

Kayalina puts her head on the cool floor, sighing deeply. "Can I make it even 
  _more_ clear? Alrighty, look beyond friends.

Krellin ignores the looks from Inanna that he sees as an, "I told you soo 
  look." and chuckles at Farris comment. He sighs, "Yeah, and it looks like 
  the guild will have to put up with you for a while longer. He takes a final 
  look at the monitors, then asks Kesya and Farris, "Either of you two need 
  anything before I take off?"

Farris shakes his head. 

Inanna strokes Farris' forehead gently -- and carefully. "Hey partner... why 
  don't you get some sleep. You'll feel a lot better when you wake up."

Krellin looks to Kesya questioningly.

Kesya sighs exhaustedly. "Kayalina, you're being about as clear as warm black 
  crystal. She pauses, at that thought, then shakes her head. "He just 
  remembers me 'cause I'm green. She gives the tuner a quizzical glance. 
  "Heck, he didn't even want me shepherding him."

Inanna smiles. "Looks like I'm too late," she says to herself. She looks over 
  at Krellin.

Krellin yawns, just now realizing how worn out he is.

Kayalina stares at Kesya, "You really don't get it do you? I'll say this, even 
  tho I may overdo reality abit but...You are a green flower thriving in the 
  snow. He probably dreams about you, has hundreds of pictures of you, and 
  maybe worships you, I don't know how to make it clear to you!"

Inanna stands, and takes a few steps over to the meditech. She slips her arms 
  around him and murmers something to him quietly.

Krellin nods in responce to Inanna, "If I can make it to my room." He rubs at 
  his tired eyes.

Inanna smiles, brushes Krellin's hair out of his face. "I'll help you."

Krellin nods and glances at Kesya as he walks toward the door, "Just yell if 
  you need anything." He smiles slightly, "Or maybe you should use the comm 
  unit. I might not hear you if you yell."

Kayalina waves slightly to Inanna, "Sle

Inanna leaves the chaos in the Trauma Center for the lift area.
Inanna has left.

Kesya stares at Kayalina in disbelief, just shaking her head for a few long 
  moments. She looks at Tance's sleeping form in the next bed, remembering the 
  look he gave her before they'd gone shepherding. "Oh gods... " Blinking, 
  stunned, she looks back at Kayalina. "You.. you mean he..." she doesn't say 
  it, instead just turns to look at the man again.

Krellin leaves the chaos in the Trauma Center for the lift area.
Krellin has left.

Kayalina finishes Kesya's sentence, "has a crush on you? Loves you? Adores 
  you? Worships you?"

Kesya snorts. "Don't be silly. I'm just the only one who's nice to him." But 
  her gaze lingers on the sleeping form, wonderingly.

Tance is asleep again, lying there quietly... a too-thin figure with tousled 
  grizzled hair. But not too long ago, he'd been wild-eyed, bewhiskered, 
  ungroomed, ranting -- quite the transformation.

Kayalina snorts in return, "Don't be stupid. I've been nice to him, not that 
  he'll remember, in fact I like to think I'm giving him a favor at the 
  moment."

Kesya bites her lip, eyes watering. "No.. no... " One hand goes to her mouth, 
  as she tries to think. "But how could he? I messed him up again." She 
  reaches one arm to the next bed, now noticing how suspiciously close Krellin 
  left them. "He never even /told/ me anything."

Kayalina leans against Tance's bed, lifting her shoulders in a half-shrug 
  "Amazing how shy people are when they feel a certain way. And you didn't 
  mess him up, you put..umm..sunshine in his otherways dark life?"

Kesya wipes raggedly at one eye. "No, I mean not watching him this morning." 
  She groans, "He looked so torn when he told me he woke up and thought I'd 
  abandoned him."

Kayalina shrugs again, "Mistakes happen, and you can only hope to live with 
  them. At least he saved you and you can make amends."

Kesya swings her legs over one side of the bed, the tubes in her arms trailing 
  as she awkwardly sits up. She brushes her hair back from her face, 
  irritatedly pushing off the hypothermia-touque as well. Blanket wrapped 
  about her as she shivvers, she peers over at Tance.

Kayalina watches Kesya, shaking her head slightly, "That is not going to make 
  you get better any faster."

Tance continues to simply lie there. But his face is turned towards Kesya, 
  giving her a good look at his features: relaxed, perhaps even peaceful, 
  relieved.

Kesya shakes her head vaguely, dismissing Kayalina's statement. "Nothin' wrong 
  with me." She shivvers though, and pulls the blanket tighter around herself, 
  tubes trailing back to the warming machine. Then, thoughtfully, she murmurs 
  to herself, trying to rationalize. "I'm just the same colour as his crystal, 
  s'all."

Kayalina puts her hand on her forehead, "Does it matter? Does that change 
  anything?"

Kesya casts Kayalina a reproachful look. "Sure it does." But she turns back to 
  the next bed, just enough room between them for her to put her legs. "Tance?"

Tance sighs a little, barely audibly, by way of response.

Kayalina glances at Kesya, "How?"

Kesya's brows furrow as she tries to answer Kayalina's question. "I don't know 
  what to do," she murmurs plaintively. "I've been trying to be such a good 
  friend to him. And.. if he just associates me with his crystal, maybe it'd 
  be... bad for me to be around." Eyes downcast, she sighs deeply. "Don't know 
  what to do."

Kayalina sighs, and then throws up her hands, "I can't help you. Talk to 
  Tance, figure it out. Every road has potholes, or something like that."
Kayalina turns the cutter over in her hands, inspecting it closely.

Kesya leans forward from her perch on the bed, her eyes on the sleeping form. 
  "Tance?"

Tance lets out a breath again. But, called by the soft voice, he stirs, eyes 
  fluttering. "Mrmf."

Kesya's soft voice mirrors the concern in her blue eyes as she looks down at 
  the wakening singer. "Tance? It's me."

His eyes come open, his brown gaze unfocused, but lifting immediately to 
  Kesya's face. "Jade?" he mumbles, wearily.

Kayalina lies down on the cool floor, watching the other two, "Good morn' 
  Tance."

Kesya bites her lip, her expression worried. "Um hmmm. How are you feeling?"

Tance stares muzzily at Kayalina for a moment with no sign of recognition; 
  then he returns his gaze to Kesya, relief quite clear in his eyes despite 
  their fog. "You woke up," he breathes.

Kayalina snorts and mutters, "I'm getting _real_ tired of that."

Kesya grins wryly at the tuner, her voice soft. "You've no idea how many times 
  I've re-introduced myself to this guy." She reaches out to pat Tance's hand, 
  softly. "I woke up. You came back through the snow for me?"

"You fell," Vokrim explains vaguely. "In the snow."

Kesya nods softly, gaze dropping. "What happened after that?" She's heard it 
  from Krellin.. she wants to hear it from the source. "I was passed out."

Tance's brow furrows. "Home... had to get you home..."
Tance then adds, a trifle more firmly, "You were cold."

Kayalina nods, "Very heroic Tance. Don't you think so Kesya?"

Kesya casts Kayalina a _glance_, and squeezes Tance's hand. "You flew us back 
  in the storm?" Her expression flickers.. she's obviously impressed. "Must've 
  been hard."

Kayalina shrugs, and starts to pick crystal dust of her overalls while the two 
  singers talk.

Tance blinks a time or two, strengthlessly returning the clasp, then abruptly 
  grinning widely, groggily. "Stabilizer. Remembered the stabilizer, I 
  remembered...!"

Kesya finds herself chuckling, a smile spreading at the look on Tance's face. 
  "Did you? That's great." Scrubbing matted hair back from her face, she looks 
  thoughtfully at the blanket covering the other singer. "Are you feeling 
  warmer?"

"I..." The older Singer frowns, baffled, as if the concept of his having 
  hypothermia only just occurred to him. "I got cold, too?"

Kesya chuckles softly, giving the hand a gentle squeeze again. "Of course, 
  silly. You were in the snow too." Her face clouds a bit, and she frowns. 
  "You shouldn't have come back, Tance. It was dangerous. You could have died."

Kayalina tilts her head and grins, "Your not gonna get all mushy now are you? 
  I've already had a long day."

Tance again blinks up at Kesya, as if to say, 'And...?' "Had to," he says 
  gruffly.

Kesya snorts at the tuner, only pulling her blanket around herself a bit more. 
  Uneasily, her gaze drops to Tance's hand, held in her own slender one. "Why? 
  If you'd have lost where the sled was, you wouldn't made it out." She sighs, 
  eyes closing for a moment. "You don't have to answer -- but you should've 
  left me."
Kesya adds after a long moment, a slight smile curving her lips, "But... 
  thanks."

Kayalina remains quiet, respecting the singers words and the lovely *sniff* 
  moment.

Tance grins again, less widely, but still rather bright. "Got you safe. Had to 
  get you safe. I didn't crash!"

Kesya smiles softly, sighing. "Well, I guess that means you've passed your 
  shepherding then. You came out of it more unscathed than I did..." She 
  doesn't mention his memory... in her mind, he's lost scads more of it than 
  he really has. "I mean, you even had to bring back your shepherd." She 
  smiles, squeezing the hand she's holding. "Now when the crystal is sold, you 
  get the credit for it, 'k? That yellow didn't have much in it to be worth 
  much, but..."

Kayalina stands, and says uncomfortably, "I feel like I'm intruding. I'll go 
  now. Both of you get better. Take care."

Tance listens to all of that, absent-eyed, and bobs his head more or less into 
  the air.

Kayalina grins brightly at the two singers and waves slightly, "Next time tho, 
  pay attention to the weather."

Kesya smiles vaguely at the tuner, waving a hand. "Bye Kayalina... and... 
  thanks."

Kayalina grins, "Anytime."

Kesya just gives Tance a frustrated expression, as he merely nods. There's so 
  much she's confused about, so many various emotions clashing with each 
  other. Guilt over that morning, bewilderment over what she was just told 
  about Tance (is it true??), confusion over what to do about it, concern for 
  the singer before her. Sighing, she flops back against the pillows.

Kayalina waves to Tance before slipping through the door, "By the way, I'm 
  Kaya." She grins at the two of them and disapears.
Kayalina leaves the chaos in the Trauma Center for the lift area.
Kayalina has left.

"I... know her?" Tance murmurs.

Kesya nods, her gaze following the woman out the door. "Um hmm. I'm not sure 
  how well, or for how long. Can't be too long. She's pretty new in the 
  guild." Curious, she turns towards you. Just how _much_ of his memory was 
  lost in her stupidity this morning? But what else was she to do? Damned 
  either way. "Tance... " She stops, not knowing how to continue.

Tance turns his head back to you. "Mmm?"

Kesya presses her lips together, her face showing worry. She sits up again, 
  sliding her feet over the side of her bed to grab your hand again. "Tance, I 
  think... " She pauses, and blinks, obviously struggling. "Do you blame me 
  for what happened this morning?"

Tance's eyes turn liquid at the expression you're wearing. His fingers close 
  about yours. "This.... morning. We were in the claim this morning...." Brow 
  crinkled, he evidently is working to recall what you're talking about. 
  "The... the sun on the green...."

Kesya nods wordlessly, lips pressed together. "You remember?"

He struggles with it, visibly, but his attention remains on your face. "You... 
  were gone. You were gone."

Kesya nods, biting her lip, brows creased in an unhappy expression.

"I... something... happened. You were upset..." Tance works through the recall 
  slowly, then meets your gaze again, troubled, repeating, "You were upset. 
  I... didn't want you to be upset...."

Kesya sighs, shudderingly. "I left because I didn't think we should be caught 
  in morning song together, and you ended up being caught in the green. I 
  didn't anticipate that." She pauses, squeezing your hand. "I don't know how 
  much memory you might have lost because of it." She swallows, looking at you 
  wide-eyed. "I'm sorry. I should've risked the song, 'cause then you wouldn't 
  have been lost in the crystal like that."

Tance grimaces, apparently in distaste. "Ah, kark it, girlie, I doubt I 
  remember much about how to, uh... well, you know... "
Tance looks away, blushing a bit. "Nothin' to apologize for," he adds, 
  brusquely.

Kesya sighs, closing her eyes a moment. "You know what I mean, Tance. Crud, I 
  don't want an awkward situation like that between us either." She releases 
  his hand, collapsing with a sigh onto her bed. Talk about awkward 
  situations. She glances askance at him, curiously. Kayalina /had/ to have 
  been wrong. He did comment on wanting a cuter shepherd, and he certainly 
  looked disgusted at the idea of being caught in morning song just now.

Tance doesn't look up, as he bursts out, just on the end of your words, "I... 
  I just didn't want you upset, and, and then the storm, and you were so 
  cold." He frowns.

Kesya looks at the other singer sharply, not having expected that reply. "You 
  thought I'd be upset at you?" she asks. "Why?"

Tance rolls the shoulder on his far side, by way of a shrug; still, he doesn't 
  look up as he mutters, "Musta done somethin'... you were upset."

Kesya is sick of the machine at the end of her bed. Reaching forward to flick 
  it off, she pulls the tubes from her arms and distastefully deposits the 
  tubing on top of the machine, where they happily bleed on it. She gets out 
  of bed, wrapping a blanket about herself as she moves to sit on the edge of 
  Tances. "Listen, Tance. We've become good friends, right?" She pauses, 
  sighing, holding one arm that still bleeds a bit. "Well, I was told 
  something today that I don't know whether to believe, and I don't know what 
  to do about it. I like you, I think you're a lot of fun, and I want to keep 
  helping you, but half of me says it'd be better for you if I just left you 
  alone." She stops finally, taking a deep breath, eyes plaintively showing 
  her indecision. Nevermind the fact that she doesn't know what's going on 
  inside her own head. As you speak, she shakes her head. "Tance, I was upset 
  at *me*."

Tance looks up, now, as you move to sit beside him. He nods timidly, agreeing 
  lowly, "Friends..." When you go on, he watches you; that smile that still 
  looks odd and new on his face flickers for a moment as you call him fun. But 
  at the thought of your leaving him alone, his smile vanishes, and his brown 
  eyes flash with alarm. "Don't go! You can't...!"
Tance continues, involuntarily starting to sit up, "You hafta keep me from 
  forgetting, you have... oooh." He trails off, eyes clamping shut; propped on 
  his elbows, looking dizzy, he lets his head drop back.

Kesya automatically puts a hand out to your shoulder in alarm, eyes growing 
  wide. "Okay, okay! Don't move, 'k?" She sighs, biting her lip. Her voice is 
  a low murmur. "Since it's my fault you lost your memory again, the least I 
  can do is keep you from forgetting things." She scrubs a hand over her eyes, 
  the other on your shoulder.

Tance sinks back in the biobed, the alarm fading out of his expression. But 
  his eyebrows draw together. "Not your fault... not your fault. Hard to 
  remember, with the crystal, hard. Makes me forget. Not your fault."

Kesya sighs, seeming a little awkward, a little distant. She looks at you a 
  long time, and simply shrugs. "I guess it doesn't matter now." The hand on 
  your shoulder drops to her side again, and she stands to move back to her 
  bed. She doesn't seem her normally cheerful self -- a spark has gone out, 
  somewhere. "Thankyou for coming back for me today, Tance."

Disturbed that you still look troubled, Tance offers, "Had to. Do it again, 
  too."

Kesya looks over at you, eyes still disturbed as she smiles softly. "I know." 
  Then she does something unexpected; she leans over, giving you a light kiss 
  on the forehead, almost as she would a young child. You can hear her 
  whisper, "Thankyou anyway," and then she curls up in her blankets, the 
  troubled eyes closing as she tries to drift off to sleep.

Perhaps you see or perhaps not, but his expression blazes up brilliantly at 
  that kiss on his brow -- astonished, but joyous. Tance coughs a little, then 
  says huskily, "Welcome..."
Tance settles back down into the biobed, watching you a few minutes longer as 
  you drop into slumber. Safe now for him to do so, he regards you adoringly, 
  before his body reminds him that he yet has recovery of his own to do... and 
  he, too, drifts back off.

Tance(#3209POQce)
This is a man of of perhaps about 5'10" in height, with a skinny, gaunt build 
  that speaks of a long span of time gone without proper sustenance for his 
  frame. He is sallow of complexion, with the look of having once been deeply 
  tanned, and his features now have about them a look of old, faded leather. 
  His eyes, a dark and sullen shade of brown, are framed by lines at their 
  corners 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 oddly flattering style, with even a 
  thick lock in the front to dangle above one eye and give him a more youthful 
  look. His face is clean-shaven. He is clad in a grubby standard-issue 
  worksuit, the kind that looks as if it were naturally made to be the color 
  of equipment solvents. This particular worksuit is threadbare in places, but 
  still has sturdy pockets. A tingle makes the hairs on the back of your hand 
  rise up as Tance passes you.  His entire body is bruised and scratched 
  painfully. Tance looks like he has been shoved under a waterfall. 
  Unfortunetly he was under the waterfall before he was blasted by the sand 
  which covered every bare piece of skin with harsh abrasions, so the water 
  only made the sand stick to him, rather than washing it away. He's suffered 
  severe hypothermia and appropriately he's attached to a machine that draws 
  blood from his arm, warms it and cycles it back into him through the same 
  arm, leaving the other unrestrained. In another attempt to warm him he's 
  been covered by a 'space' blanket and wears a hat made of the same material.

[Kesya and Tance sleep, along with the other Singers hauled into the
 Infirmary following the storm. But as morning arrives, and the medical
 staff comes onto a new duty shift....]

Maggie walks in from the quiet of the lift area to the controlled frenzy of 
  the trauma center.
Maggie has arrived.
Maggie walks in calmly, her petite, bookish face peering up at the monitors 
  over your beds before she gives a disapproving look to the unattached tubes 
  over Kesya's warming station.
Maggie approaches the beds, medical charts in hand. "Good morning," she greets 
  softly. "How do you both feel?"
Maggie uses her mediscanner to check Tance's temperature, and nods in 
  satisfaction before removing the tubes from his limp arms. She turns off the 
  machine, depositing the disposable units in the biohazard bin, and gives 
  Kesya a glance before doing the same with the tubes already disconnected on 
  her side. "Feeling warmer?"

Tance hasn't awakened, yet, though as the medic's voice continues on the edge 
  of his consciousness, he does stir. Before he awakens fully, he mumbles, 
  sounding disturbed, "Gotta wake up, Jade, gotta..."

Maggie quietly moves to a few trays she brought in with her, and sets them 
  beside the beds. Breakfast for the singers. "Chow's on," she announces 
  good-naturedly. "You two have slept in. It's already ten."

"Gotta.... Jade?" Tance jerks awake, then looks wildly about, making it up to 
  one elbow, before he realizes that he's not where he thought he was. But 
  where he is.... he blinks, finding someone unfamiliar before him. "Who..."

Kesya stirs, groaning. It almost takes a mach-storm to wake this woman 
  sometimes. At the smell of food though, her stomach grumbles noisily, and it 
  sleepily occurs to her that she hasn't eaten in over 24 hours. Rubbing her 
  eyes, she squints upwards, unconciously responding to Tance's call. "'m 
  here, Tance."

Maggie smiles reassuringly at Tance, uncovering the meal beside him. "I'm 
  Maggie, a medic here. I brought your breakfast."

Hearing Kesya, Tance immediately relaxes, then re-registers the presence of 
  the medic... and food. "Have... have I seen you before?" Tance asks 
  plaintively. And then his eyes widen. Food. Real food, not the subsistence 
  smeg...!

Maggie nods, smiling pleasantly at the patient. "Yes, we met the last time you 
  were stuck down here a while." She nods at Kesya, waiting for her to get her 
  bearings. "I hadn't heard you be called that before, Kesya. New nickname?" 
  Eyeing the machine at the foot of her bed she notes, "I noticed you pulled 
  out the tubes to your re-warmer."

'Kesya'? Tance blinks, and explains to the medic, "That's Jade..."

Maggie shakes her head, absently making a few notes on the chart in her hands. 
  "That's Kesya As'shoriah, one of the Training co-heads. She might be Jade to 
  you, though." Casting him a friendly wink, she moves to the green-skinned 
  singer. "Care to explain the tubes?"

Kesya grumbles as she orients herself, yawning. "I got sick of 'em," she 
  mutters. "They got in the way." She pulls the tray beside her onto her lap, 
  nibbling on a bit of toast. Glancing over at Tance with a warm smile -- now 
  that she's properly awake -- she looks back at the medic. "I didn't wreak 
  them or anything, did I?"

Tance remains propped there on his elbow, blinking over this startling bit of 
  new information. "Kesya," he echoes, under his breath.

Kesya chuckles, under her breath. She turns a sly eye towards the other 
  singer, smiling. "You decided my name was Jade ages ago Tance, 'cause of my 
  skin."

Maggie shakes her head, giving the machine a thump. "These things are sturdy. 
  I just didn't want you to be bleeding all over the place, but it seems your 
  symbiont was quick enough to handle that."

"I did...?" He absorbs this, then gives Kesya a crooked, distracted grin, mind 
  still on the string of syllables Maggie had uttered. _Kesya As'shoriah. 
  Kesya As'shoriah. Pretty..._
Tance finally tries it aloud. "Kesya.... As... shoriah...."
Tance beams to himself, gaze gone inward. _Like the sound of that..._

Kesya looks up at the sound of her name, fork paused partway to her mouth. 
  "Hrm?" She grins as she realizes what he's doing. "Trying it on for size?" 
  The singer wouldn't be surprised at all to find this the only time he ever 
  utters her real name, but she doesn't care. "Your breakfast is getting 
  cold," she points out, directing her fork at his tray. Odd that he forgot 
  about his food -- that's the one thing he never forgets.

Tance starts. "Wha?"

"Your food," the green-skinned singer points out, "Is getting cold." She casts 
  him a grin, and starts on her meal again. "Not hungry, Tance?"

"Oh..." Reminded, he darts towards the food as if shot forth from a laser 
  rifle. Distractedly, he glances at Maggie and says earnestly, "Thank 
  you...", before settling down to inhaling the hot meal.

Maggie finishes marking the charts, re-taking the singers' vitals with her 
  mediscanner. That done, she tells them both, "You two are free to leave 
  after your breakfast is done. Take it easy though, and take care to stay 
  away from those snowdrifts." She then leaves, shutting the door quietly 
  behind her.
Maggie leaves the chaos in the Trauma Center for the lift area.
Maggie has left.

In the processing of gobbling down the breakfast, Tance completely misses 
  Maggie's departure. It might almost be peace ice cream he's devouring, if 
  the delight in his eyes is any indication.

Kesya has been running the events of yesterday through her head, in her dreams 
  and now again as she reviews them. She frowns, as a thought occurs to her. 
  Setting her fork on the plate she asks, "Tance, how'd you carry both me and 
  the carton I was holding back to the sled through all that snow?"

Tance freezes in the midst of gulping down a mouthful of hot, fruit-laced 
  cereal. "Hrmf?" Then he remembers to swallow, but he looks no less confused. 
  "Carton?"

Kesya nods, gaze dropping as she remembers. "We had two cartons, right? You 
  were carrying one, I the other -- I remember, 'cause it was banging against 
  my leg in the wind. Hard to walk." She pauses, frowning. "But then when I 
  passed out, the carton must've been beside me in the snow."

You say "I... I don't know...."

Kesya frowns thoughtfully. "Well, you're getting the credit from it. I guess 
  we'll have to see if it's in sorting and go from there." She does look at 
  him strangely though, wondering.

"Kinda blurry on me, now," he admits, ruefully. His gaze drops back to the 
  food, so he misses your searching glance, as he resumes shoveling through 
  the cereal.

Tance(#3209POQce)
This is a man of of perhaps about 5'10" in height, with a skinny, gaunt build 
  that speaks of a long span of time gone without proper sustenance for his 
  frame. He is sallow of complexion, with the look of having once been deeply 
  tanned, and his features now have about them a look of old, faded leather. 
  His eyes, a dark and sullen shade of brown, are framed by lines at their 
  corners 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 oddly flattering style, with even a 
  thick lock in the front to dangle above one eye and give him a more youthful 
  look. His face is clean-shaven. He is clad in a grubby standard-issue 
  worksuit, the kind that looks as if it were naturally made to be the color 
  of equipment solvents. This particular worksuit is threadbare in places, but 
  still has sturdy pockets. A tingle makes the hairs on the back of your hand 
  rise up as Tance passes you. Numerous bruises and abrasions are healing on 
  Tance's face and arms, his cheeks looking like they're recovering from being 
  rubbed with a scouring pad.

Kesya reaches over to give your arm a reassuring pat. "It's okay. We can just 
  check, and if it's not there, I can go out and get it sometime."
Kesya finishes her meal, sliding off the bed in that stupid-looking hospital 
  suit they give you. She wraps a blanket around herself, yawning. "Mrph." 
  Limping to your bed, she perches on the side to watch the other occupants of 
  the room, then looks to you again. "So what're you going to do today?"

Eat, it would seem, as he plows through the last of his breakfast. Then he 
  blinks, as the question sinks in. He swallows, then looks up at you. "I... 
  hadn't thought about it..."

Kesya shrugs, "Well, you are cleared to sing on your own now." She smiles, 
  "Though I s'pose you'd need a sled first."

Tance's face flickers with surprise. "A sled...!"

Kesya adds slyly, "With a stabilizer."
Kesya taps her foot on the ground thoughtfully. "If they won't give you one -- 
  a stabilizer, I mean -- tell 'em I'll pay for it. Better than having you 
  crash."

"They'll give me a sled now...?" His face starts to light up again. And then 
  he stares at you in wonder. "You'd... help get it?"

"Of course," Kesya replies blithely. "Why not?"

Tance begins to smile, eagerly. "They'd listen to you..."

A flicker of a frown crosses Kesya's expression. "They don't listen to you?" 
  She snorts, now amused. "From what Krellin said, they just might after 
  yesterday."

Kesya stands, the blanket wrapped around her. She pauses before leaving 
  though, head cocked to one side as she regards you. "Tance? You're a good 
  Singer. I'm sure you'll do well once you get your sled back."

Tance shrugs a bit, the smile turning shy, embarrassed. "'Ma crazy old fart..."

Kesya shakes her head, laughing. "I've duo'd with a few people, and you've got 
  a different style." She pauses again, and says finally, "Don't be a 
  stranger, 'k? You know where my suite is if you run into any problems." She 
  smiles. "I've got to get to my office and get some work done, see how the 
  recruits are. But check your datapad if you need to reach me." With that she 
  waves, and turns towards the door.

Tance's expression falters a little as you speak of duo'ing. But he nods, 
  slowly at first and then more quickly. "I'd miss -- I mean, I-I like talking 
  to..." Then, finally, "Yeah."

Kesya leaves the chaos in the Trauma Center for the lift area.
Kesya has left.

[End log.]