Log Date:
	6/27/97

Log Cast:
	Bremen, Leah, Hannah, Tance, Mithril, Fiana

Log Intro:
	Tance Vokrim is still boggling from the double startlement of Rosa
giving him the gift of a green teddy bear -- and of mentioning the idea
that he and Kesya As'shoriah, his beloved Jade, should wed. Shocked at
the very notion, Tance nevertheless almost asked Kesya if she would
actually marry him, but her inevitable Trainer emergencies called her
away before he could summon the courage to ask her for real, and ever
since then, he has been wrestling with the idea in the back of his mind.
	Kesya remains busy... and Tance, driven now to work harder but
also more carefully than he has in a very long time, sets himself to
making daily short trips to the Ranges, cutting only as long as his
resonance stays low enough for him to function coherently. These days,
he is even able to cut green crystal, at least in small spurts. And
ever so slowly, his credit balance begins to creep closer to the black.
	His datapad and his sled computer server as solid reminders to
cut with care, but the green teddy bear serves as a reminder of the
idea that Rosa has suggested... and for all that he is embarrassed
to actually be carrying it around, somehow Tance can't quite manage
to leave the little toy behind. As green as Kesya's skin, it keeps the
idea of wedding her foremost in his mind, and spurs his need to work
himself free of his debt before feeling worthy of being her husband.
But in the meantime, the Ranges remain a dangerous place, and Tance
takes frequent small punishments to his body -- requiring him to
remind himself to check in frequently with the medics to verify when he
_can_ cut. Today, he is doing just that....

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Infirmary(#403RAM)
The main infirmary is a bustling place with medics, orderlies and patients 
  constantly moving about. The floor is covered with a sterile-looking white 
  tile, the walls painted with stripes of various colours. A velvet black 
  stripe leads past several medical offices to Long Term Care, while a dark 
  red stripe leads off in the direction of Short Term facilities. At the 
  nearest end to the lifts, a large administration area has been set up, 
  complete with monitors and computer equipment lining the walls behind the 
  long counter. Towards the other end of the room, several examination tables 
  sit quietly amongst movable privacy screens and sterile cabinets. Since the 
  infirmary is so buried so far underground, only the strongest Passover 
  storms produce any sub-vocal resonances. The ever-present smell of medicines 
  and antispetics hangs in the air. The lighting on this level has been set to 
  a subtle glow for the morning hours, more than enough to see by but soft 
  enough to refrain from straining the vision of patients.
Contents:
Bremen
Leah
Dr. Bear
Catering Unit
Obvious exits:
Medic  Shuttle  Private Door  Long Term Care  Short Term Care  Lift

Bremen turns his head, frowning faintly at the medic. "Leah...what are you 
  doing here?" Just then, he looks around. "Oh, we're in the Infirmary..."

Leah runs her scanner over Bremen again then looks at the reading and nods to 
  herself "No internal bleeding...which is good.." she begins to cut off the 
  top portion of your jumpsuit to get at your ribs and some of the wounds. She 
  then proceeds o clean the wounds and cuts thoroughly some of them already 
  healed and the others mostly clottd up now, she uses some spray to break the 
  clots up making it more liquid again so she can removes the excess and clean 
  them.

Bremen blinks a few times, the muscles in his face and neck rippling in 
  confusion as his wounds are tended to.

Hannah hurries in, only to stop as she sees Bremen in the infirmary and Leah 
  with him. "I just heard," she says in a worried voice. "Are you alright?" 
  She looks to the medic for confirmation as well.

Tance, off in one of the chairs in the waiting area, is sitting slouched with 
  his head propped up on one hand. He appears to be dozing, and, quite 
  incongruous with the rest of him, there's a stuffed teddy bear tilted over 
  in his lap.

Bremen is lying on a biobed, staring at the ceiling. The upper half of his 
  shipsuit has been cut away as the medic tends to the torso wounds, 
  attractively peppered by cuts from flying crystal shards.
Bremen doesn't even seem to have heard Hannah, lost in dreams of shattered 
  crystal.

Leah smiles softly at Bremen and tries to be gentle as she cleans his wounds 
  then turns and looks to Hannah nodding slightly as she moves to get some 
  bandages from the table on the opposite side of the bed.

Hannah sighs and tries to hide the worry in her eyes as she moves over to her 
  partner's side. She lays her hand lightly over his, avoiding the numerous 
  cuts and staying out of the medic's way. "If you wanted attention, you could 
  have just asked?" she teases gently. "I didn't think you were such a 
  showman."

Leah moves back over and looks at Bremen then goes and gets a very firm 
  padded pillow and situates it under his head lifting his torso up off the 
  bed "There now you don't have to sit up and I can get this around your 
  ribs.." she turns and winks at Hannah "Physically he's going to be okay in a 
  few days, just his noodle that's a little over cooked.."

Bremen blinks out of whatever sudden daydream he was in and looks over at the 
  source of the words filtering into his brain. "Noodle? No no...I don't like 
  overcooked noodles."

Hannah doesn't look reassured by Leah's statement. "Over cooked?" she repeats 
  slowly.

Bremen orients on the new voice, now that he's actually listening to them. 
  "Did she overcook some noodles?" He frowns. "She's a medic. She should leave 
  the catering to the caterers."

Leah wraps the bandage firmly around Bremen's ribs being very careful not to 
  get it too tight and smiles at him "No you're noggin, wake up and listen.." 
  she looks at Hannah "Crystal shock scrambled his brains some.." she looks at 
  Bremen and can't help but giggle "Singer's can be so silly when they're like 
  this."

Over in his chair, Tance Vokrim stirs groggily, and blinks dazed dark eyes 
  across the room. People? Oh. People....

Bremen reorients on Leah with raised eyebrows. "Scrambled? Now there's an 
  idea. I'm hungry."

Leah chuckles
Leah says "Well if you want something to eat you can have it just 
  give me a few more minutes.."

Hannah looks hard at Leah. "But he will be ok, won't he?" she presses.

Bremen nods to the medic. "Sure. Scrambled eggs take time."
Bremen lifts a hand to rub his eyes, looking momentarily dazed. Blinking his 
  eyes open again, he re-realizes where he is. "This is the infirmary. Why are 
  we talking about food?" he mutters.

Leah grins at Bremen and looks at Hannah and nods "He will, never really 
  tended to somone who's in crystal shock....but I believe so, we'll get Quinn 
  to see him later.."

Hannah squeezes Bremen's hand tightly as she replies to Leah, "Will he be 
  back soon?"

Bremen returns Hannah's squeeze as he smiles a bit faintly over at her. "Oh 
  hello Hannah. Who're we talking about?"

Leah adheres the bandage together and shrugs "Quinn should be here soon, but 
  that's no guarantee. I think he will be fine though...at least he's pretty 
  aware and seems to be getting clearer, which is a good sign."

Tance straightens up where he sits, nearly knocks the green bear in his lap 
  to the floor, and stares down at it blankly before muttering something 
  disparaging under his breath. He rubs a hand across his drowsy eyes, then, 
  and focuses on the unfamiliar individuals present in the room, registering 
  that one does in fact appear to be a medic.

Leah turns and smiles at Tance before looking back at Bremen.

Hannah smiles reassuringly down at Bremen. "Quinn," she answers. She looks 
  back up at Leah and nods. "If you think so. At least he knows where he is 
  now."

With a look that distinctly broadcasts a measure of confusion as to why he's 
  actually here and who this person is smiling in his direction, the older 
  Singer offers a wan crooked grin, before returning to quietly waiting.

Bremen ahs.
Bremen yawns a bit, lifting his unclasped hand to run it through his hair. 
  Quiet tinkles abound as crystal fragments are chased from the short-shorn 
  stuff.

Leah nods and smiles "Yup, he'll be fine methinks. He needs some new clothes 
  now though.." she grins and pinches her nose playfully then goes back to 
  looking at some of Bremen's cuts that are a little deeper and wider than 
  others and picks up a skin fuser to help them heal with minimal scarring 
  "Well looks like your about done...there isn't much more I could possibly do 
  for you..at least not this trip."

Bremen smiles winningly at Leah. "I do appreciate your tender care, medic 
  Leah."

Leah smiles "Oh, you're welcome. You'll be off active status till we're sure 
  you're okay to go back out. Want Quinn to see you first."

Hannah looks a little more relieved. "That's good to know." She actually 
  smiles at Leah's comment on Bremen's clothes.

Bremen frowns a bit at this of course, but knows better than to argue. "Yes 
  ma'am. Soak and rest, I imagine?"

Mithril walks softly from the lift area.
Mithril has arrived.
Mithril walks in, and nods to the people moving around.

Bremen smiles faintly at Mithril as he waits for Leah's okay to depart.

Hannah looks up as Mithil enters and only then notices the other Singer 
  waiting in the room. She nods absently to both before turning her attention 
  back to Bremen and Leah.

Leah smiles and nods to Bremen "You got it, and get some new clothes."

Tance shifts a trifle unsettledly in his chair, fidgeting at random with the 
  green bear he's got with him.

Leah smiles and looks over at Mithril "Oh, hi."

Bremen nods and carefully slides himself off the biobed, still grasping 
  Hannah's hand.

Mithril eyes Tance's bear, and very subtely moves over to look at a piece of 
  equipment that happens to be a fair distance from Tance. When Leah greets 
  him, he nods. "Hi..."

Leah looks at Hannah and smiles "gGuess I'm releasing him into your care?"

Bremen's clothes are half-cut away at the waist - not that the rest of the 
  shipsuit is in any better shape.

Hannah steadies Bremen as he stands. She smile briefly at the medic and nods. 
  "I know the routine, too."

Bremen more or less wanders out.
Bremen heads toward the lift area.
Bremen has left.

Hannah heads toward the lift area.
Hannah has left.

Leah turns to Tance and arches an eyebrow slightly.

If the older Singer is aware of Mithril's edging away, he certainly gives no 
  sign of it. The hand with the bear waggles it in absent restlessness; other 
  than that, the man hardly seems to be paying any kind of attention to it. He 
  does watch Leah, and when she turns to him, he rises, saying vaguely, 
  "You're... a medic, right?"

Leah grins "No, I just stay in here for the fun of it." she giggles slightly 
  "Yes, I am a medic."

Mithril chuckles to himself, and plops down in a chair near the desk, pulling 
  out his handbook and going over some pages. You think you spot pictures of 
  various body parts in various stages of repair...

"Oh..." Scatterheaded as this man appears to be, he does appear to know humor 
  when he hears it, and his mouth quirks. Tapping the bear against his thigh, 
  he adds earnestly, "I gotta cut. Can I go yet? Datapad says I gotta get a 
  checkup."

Leah looks down at the bandages "Takes it those are ready to come off huh?"
Leah smiles and nods to Tance "Come over here and hop up on the bed, have you 
  out of here in no time."

Tance's brown gaze travels down to his feet. "They don't hurt," he answers 
  evenly. Looking oddly childlike for a man with grey streaking his hair and 
  who knows how many decades weathering his face, Vokrim pads over, hoisting 
  his lean frame up onto the bed as directed.

Mithril frowns at the pages, muttering directions to himself.

Leah nods to Tance and smiles softly "Good, they shouldn't hurt." she begins 
  to scan over them slowly and nods when she looks at the reading "Yes, let's 
  get them off and then you're all set to go.."

The older Singer nods firmly, propping up one ankle for the medic to get to.
Indeed, both ankles look sound enough. The bear still dangling from one hand, 
  Vokrim watches the work the medic does, muttering something about not really 
  remembering how the kark the ankles got sprained in the first place.

Leah smiles up at Tance "Well they seem perfectly fine, want to try them out 
  before you go?"

Fiana enters via the deep mahogany door labeled 'Private'.
Fiana has arrived.
Eyes focused on a datapad, Fiana pads out into the infirmary proper. She 
  arches a brow as she sees the two medics. And smiles thinly on seeing the 
  Singer. "Blessed with your presence again, Tance Vokrim?"

His brow crinkling under the strands of grey and brown dangling along it, 
  Tance gets to his feet with no trouble. He starts to speak to the medic, 
  before turning his head blankly at the sound of his name.

Fiana
Sunbleached blonde hair flowing in gentle curls well below her waist, 
  twinkling tawny-gold eyes, and a soft, honey-brown tan give Fiana an 
  apperance of fragility. Her delicate features -- high cheekbones, sculpted 
  nose, and full, red lips -- add to the almost doll-like appearance of this 
  tall woman. Standing nearly six feet in height, she is thin, but her grace 
  and fluidity of movement indicate that the shapely blonde has led an active 
  life.
Today, Fiana is dressed in a sleevelss dress of a thin, forest green fabric. 
  The heart-shaped neckline and the snug fit of the dress to her torso 
  emphasize Fiana's very feminine curves. Tucked in at her tiny waist, the 
  skirt falls in soft folds to just above her knees, giving the observer a 
  good glimpse of her long, shapely legs. A white meditech's jacket, with the 
  Heptite Guild seal on it, is tossed negligently over one of her shoulders. 
  On Fiana's feet are sandals dyed to match her dress, and around her waist is 
  an intricately crafted silver belt.
Carrying:
Meditech Handbook

"Who're you?" Tance inquires gruffly of Fiana.

Mithril looks up from his handbook, which he is studying with some intensity.

Leah grins at Tance and then turns and nods politely to Fiana.

Fiana slips the datapad to her pocket, giving Tance an appraising look. 
  "You're looking remarkably well," she says to Tance, after brief notds to 
  Leah and to Mithril. "My name is Fiana. I'm one of the meditechs here. It's 
  been a good long time since we've seen each other, though."

Tance peers a trifle muzzily at Fiana, mutters, "Must be. Don't know ya." He 
  adds to Leah, "So I can go cut?"

Leah picks up the bandages tossing them into a disposal bin and then returns 
  to clean up the bed and cart, she slowly wheels the cart back out of the way.
Leah turns to Tance "Yep, you're hereby free to go.."
Leah grins and continous cleaning up enjoying the mood she is in right now.

Brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Fiana nods. "Couple of decades 
  at least," she responds. "Were a right mess, then." Her nose wrinkles in 
  remembered distaste. "It's good to see you looking as good as you do."

Vokrim blinks. Then grins, another small, sheepish, crooked grin. "Uhm," he 
  says eloquently. "Jade helped..."

Fiana pauses suddenly and peers at Tance's hand. Or rather at the fuzzy green 
  thing dangling from his hand. "Got a new friend, did you?" she asks, with a 
  little shake to her head. "That little redheaded trainer didn't give it to 
  you by any chance?" She then puzzles for a moment. "Jade? Oh, I'd heard you 
  and Kesya were engaged." Inclining her head, she adds, "My felicitations."

Leah grins and keeps quiet as she has overheard some things and knows who he 
  is refering to.

Mithril just goes back to studying.

Leah finishes and then walks over to Mithril "Having fun?"

Mithril looks up. "Hmm? Oh, yes. Studying surgery techniques."

Leah grins "I stay out of surgery.."

Tance opens his mouth, then closes it, and gapes at Fiana. Clearly forgetting 
  the bear, he blurts, "Engaged?!"

"Why yes," Fiana say, lips twitching in obvious amusement. "It's been the talk 
  of the lounge for weeks." She eyes the little bear for a moment and then 
  gives Tance a saucy wink. "You've done well for yourself."

"But... but... I...." Looking _quite_ thunderstruck, the Singer shoves his 
  free hand through his hair, and blurts, "I ain't asked her nothin'!"

Leah quirks an eyebrow and whispers to Mithril "See you later."

Mithril chuckles to himself, but keeps reading. /Maybe/ there was something 
  funny in the text. "Yeah... later."

Leah quietly moves out of the infirmary.
Leah heads toward the lift area.
Leah has left.

"You look nice with your hair ruffled like that," Fiana comments idly as she 
  rearranges a few of the instruments on one of the tables near a biobed. 
  "Fardles, Tance, if you haven't asked her yet, you should! Take her out to 
  the beach for a romantic walk or something and pop the question. Half the 
  guild is waiting for the wedding announcement."

"I'da remembered _that_," Tance mumbles to himself. "Wouldn't I?" He rounds on 
  Fiana again, gesturing at her sternly with the bear before he catches 
  himself and switches to his free hand, jabbing his finger at her. "I don't 
  even know if she _wants_ to marry me!" he barks, embarrassed.

"Be careful not to hurt the little bear, Tance. It's cute." Fiana shakes her 
  head, trying to hide her obvious amusement. "And if you keep pointing like 
  that, some Tyrian may take it as an invitation." She adjusts the fall of the 
  white medic's jacket over her shoulders. "There's only one way to know if 
  she wants to marry you. Just ask her."

Tance blinks down at the bear, falling into a gruff rueful mumble of, "Uhm, 
  she... uh... what's 'er name. Gave him to me." Is Vokrim actually blushing?

Fiana reaches over to give the little bear a pat. "Rosa? The one who talks to 
  her pink bear? I'd say that was a nice thing of her to do. Must mean she 
  likes you."

This particular bear, now that Tance is actually still holding it up rather 
  than slinging it around like a carisak, is definitely viewable as one of the 
  same ilk as Rosa's Bear. Except it's quite, quite green. "I, uh, guess so," 
  Tance mumbles.

"Thoughtful of her, finding a green bear for you too," Fiana says, ruffling 
  the creature's ears. "Almost the same shade as Kesya's skin. So...you going 
  to ask her?" She offers a brief smile. "You should, you know. She's 
  obviously good for you, Tance. You look better than you have in a long time."

Tance, still suspiciously redder than is normal around his weathered cheeks, 
  answers sheepishly, "I look like a human bein' again, so what?" But the 
  words don't have much force to them, and the Singer now seems decidedly 
  nervous.

Fiana chuckles softly. "So it's a good thing, Tance. And very good to see. In 
  this medic's opinion, you also look happy, which is also a welcome change 
  from all of the unhappy souls in this place. Hold onto that happiness, 
  Tance."

Mithril sighs to himself, and puts the handbook away.

Tance smiles a little, awkwardly, looking less like a small boy and more 
  simply like a _very_ nervous man. If he finds it bizarre to be discussing 
  this topic with someone of whom he has not the slightest recollection, he 
  doesn't show it; he simply asks plaintively, "Is half the Guild really 
  waiting?"

Fiana extend a hand to pat Tance's cheek gently. "Maybe not quite that many 
  people. But there are a good lot of us who'd be glad to see you two happy, 
  you know." She speaks softly and gently. "You deserve to be happy, Tance. So 
  does Kesya."

Unsurprisingly, for Tance Vokrim has never been an eloquent man, he replies 
  with only a gruff, earnest, "Yeah..."

Mithril entertains himself by watching the two.

"Maybe a quiet dinner with the two of you and that cute little bear," Fiana 
  suggests. "A little music, and a little dancing, and then the question?"

Tance smirks, glancing down at the bear in question. "Shoulda gave the bear to 
  Jade, I mean, what the kark'm I gonna do with a bear...." Then he trails 
  off, eyes going round. "Dancing?" he echoes in trepidation.

Fiana looks again at the little green bear. "I don't know. I think maybe she 
  made a good choice. Don't you like the little guy?" She lifts her shoulders 
  in a shrug. "Dancing isn't necessary, Tance, it was just a suggestion. do 
  something Kesya likes to do, whatever that could be."

"Jade likes... sailing," Tance murmurs. He ignores the question about the 
  bear. The bear does not appear to mind.

Fiana nods, agreeably. "Then go out to the beach and take her for a sail. It's 
  very pleasant, actually." She pauses for a moment. "Or go for a vacation on 
  a water world."

"Can't afford a vacation..." Tance's eyes darken. "I gotta... I gotta cut. I 
  gotta get more credits, to do nice things for her..." He turns, suddenly 
  fretful, frowning.

"Now listen to me, Tance Vokrim," Fiana says softly, "whether you've credits 
  or not doesn't matter to Kesya. I bet she'd treasure a quiet evening with 
  you more than the most hedonistic vacation on Maxim's."

Tance mutters, "Couldn't take 'er there anyway..."

Fiana says "Then don't worry about it. Kesya likes to draw, doesn't she?"

Mithril pulls out his datapad, and fiddles with it.

Slowly, Tance nods.

Fiana thinks for a moment. "Then maybe she'd like some art supplies. Some nice 
  paper and pens, perhaps. They've got that in the specialty store, you know."

Somehow, this sounds familiar, though Tance cannot quite grasp why. Frowning 
  to himself, he asks skeptically, "As a wedding gift?"

Fiana shakes her head. "No, not necessarily a wedding gift. Just a gift, to 
  show her you love her."

Tance stops, silent, abruptly bemused.

Fiana arches a brow. "What is it?"

Tance murmurs, "I... love her." For some reason, this appears to have just 
  struck him: a revelation.

Fiana bites her lower lip for a moment and then nods to Tance, her eyes 
  twinkling. "Of course you do. It's easy to see - written all over your face 
  like that."
Fiana sighs as her wristcomm beeps. "Sorry, Tance, another of your fellow 
  singers is in need of medical attention. Good luck with Kesya." She takes a 
  few steps toward the exit. "And don't forget to tell her you love her."
Fiana heads toward the lift area.
Fiana has left.

Mithril puts his datapad away, and stands. "I'm going to go find something to 
  do..."
Mithril heads toward the lift area.
Mithril has left.

[End log.]