Log Date: 1/3/97
Log Cast:
	Kesya, Rosa, Tance
Log Intro:
	Now that they have returned to Shankill Station, Kesya has found
that her brief trip up there with Tance served mostly to let her duties
on Ballybran itself pile up. Reluctant to leave Tance alone, she
nevertheless arranges to help him finish the cleaning of his rooms by
getting him several cleaning 'bots to do the walls and carpeting for
him, and over the day or two that follows, she makes a point of
regularly checking on him. Tance for his part is amazed enough by the
notion of his rooms being habitable that he never strays far from watching
the 'bots do their work. Knowing that Tance is safely occupied, Kesya
goes about _her_ work, and while she does, she runs into Rosa up in
the Recruit Lounge....

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Kesya walks in from the lift area.
Kesya has arrived.
Kesya walks in quietly, her datapad held in one hand. She seems fairly
  preoccupied, frowning to herself, but then looks up. "Oh, hello Rosa."
Kesya flops into a chair near the other trainer, closing her datapad.
Kesya treads over to the lounge.
Kesya sits down on a chair in the lounge.

Rosa is sitting on a sofa, sipping an ale and peering at the 
  datapad in her hand. At the sound of footsteps, she looks up, smiling 
  slightly. "Kesya, hello," she says, setting the pad down. "Back from Shanny?"
Rosa paces over to the lounge.
Rosa sits down on a couch in the lounge.

Kesya nods lightly, her hair done in little braids that trail 
  down her back. An unusual style for the head trainer. "Yes, got back earlier 
  today. It was nice getting all the work done I had to do up there, but now 
  there's a whole other load down here!"

The green skinned singer snorts softly, casting you a derisive 
  smile. "I don't think I'll ever catch up. How've you been?"

Absently patting the pink teddy bear at her side, Rosa quirks 
  a wry grin. "Nice getting away while you've got the chance, eh? Two more 
  dropped today, I'm told. So 2022's well underway." She takes another sip of 
  ale. "Me? I'm well, more or less. Debating taking a quick trip out to check 
  on a good site I found recently."

Kesya grins wryly at you. "Actually, seven are down now, of 
  the fifteen. We had a close call with Ambrose, but he's recovering."

Rosa chuckles. "Well, that's nearly half. Wonder if any of 
  them will be coming up soon? There are some good prospects, of those I've 
  seen." She pats the bear's head again. "Ambrose is Rhianna's ward, isn't he? 
  Glad to hear he's pulling through all righ."

Kesya's silver-blue eyes regard you a long moment, as she 
  nods. "Um hmm. Well, some do look better than we've had in a while, so I'm 
  hopeful." Smiling warmly, she asks, "How do you like training so far? Not 
  too busy?"

Rosa twirls a strand of curly red hair around a finger, 
  nodding. "It'll be interesting to see how some of them adapt. This is my 
  first class, as Trainer, you know." She closes one eye in a wink. "And, 
  actually, I'm enjoying the work. Hasn't kept me tooo busy yet."

Kesya's lean frame settles into the chair, making her seem 
  more relaxed and open all of a sudden. Just the person to talk to, isn't 
  she? "That's why I asked. I was frenzied during my first class, but then, I 
  was taking over for a few people too."
Kesya regards you evenly, "There are a few areas where I could 
  use an 'apprentice' of sorts, if you're up for it."

"Actually," Rosa says, "the other trainers have been 
  remarkably helpful when I've had questions. Nothing too unusual has happened 
  yet." Setting her glass down, she leans forward slightly on the sofa, 
  towards you. "An apprentice of sorts? Well," she says, eyes twinkling, "if 
  you don't mind an apprentice with a pink teddy bear, I think I'd like it."

Kesya eyes the teddy bear amusedly, one brown-clad shoulder 
  raising in a shrug. "Well," she grins, returning the wink, "I rather like 
  him. Daron used to be passing those out all the time." She pauses, leaning 
  forward to rest her elbows casually on her knees.
The green-skinned trainer looks over at you, sea-green braids 
  spilling over one shoulder. Her trill is uncommonly light... she must feel 
  rested. "We're lacking trainers to follow up on adaptees, see how their 
  post-adapt training is going."
Kesya goes on, "As a junior trainer I took on Shepherding, but 
  nobody has ever taken on anything /past/ that. So we don't really know how 
  they're doing when they reach their departments." She smiles at you, "Feel 
  up to it?"

Rosa pats the little bear's head, looking down at him with a 
  fond smile. "Shana gave him to me not too long ago. I've grown awfully 
  attached to him." She settles back and listens to you, nodding occasionally. 
  "So you'd like me to help check up on people who've already adapted, to make 
  sure their training is properly completed, to help if they need it?"

Kesya beams a smile at you, small teeth stark white against 
  her dark green skin. "Yes, exactly! And to let me know if anything is awry." 
  She shrugs, "Not too intense, and a more 'friendly' aspect of the 
  department."
The black-adapted Singer adds casually, "Actually, that 
  reminds me. I just shepherded Tance not too long ago, and I wouldn't mind 
  someone to keep an eye on him in the same fashion."
Kesya's blue eyes peer at you peripherally, to check your 
  reaction as she goes on. "He's making remarkable strides, you know. Just 
  to... make sure he doesn't need help at all, and to encourage his using the 
  datapad.. an extra resource for him."
Kesya pauses, waiting for your answer. Does she seem more 
  tense now than she did a few moments ago, almost as though she were 
  proverbially sitting on the edge of her seat? Too hard to tell.

"I like the braids," Rosa says, nodding toward your hair. She 
  then chuckles. "Well, my credit level and my resonance are both of 
  respectable levels, so I'm not too likely to snap at anyone. I think I could 
  do that, Kesya." SHe pauses a moment, listening again, her smile widening 
  when Tance is mentioned. "You know, I had a lovely chat with him up on 
  Shanny. He's really very nice, and awfully fond of you. I enjoyed his 
  company then. It really wouldn't seem like work to keep an eye on him, you 
  know." She edges forward on the sofa. "It'd be a pleasure for me to spend a 
  little time with him."

Kesya's eyes widen at the phrase, 'He's awfully fond of you', 
  but she clears her throat and just eyes her datapad. Lovely distraction, 
  that. Great tool to use when trying to look professional. "That's great. I'd 
  do it myself, but I've got too much work now."
Kesya's silver-blue eyes drift towards you again. Is her face 
  a little flushed? That darned dark green skin makes it hard to tell. "I do 
  remember seeing you on Shankill. I'm glad he could talk to you." She seems 
  earnest, here. "He has trouble with that."

Rosa's lips twitch amusedly as she notes the slightly widened 
  eyes and she reaches toward the table to pick up her glass, taking a sip of 
  the Yarran, still watching you. "I'd noticed that actually," she murmurs. 
  "He didn't seem used to talking to people..has he had a hard time of it? I 
  don't know him at all well, but Tance has been in the Guild a long time, 
  hasn't he?"

Kesya nods, gaze fixed thoughtfully on your expression. _Why's 
  she looking at me like that?_ "Well, yes. He /used/ to be famous for his bad 
  attitude, but I never got any of that." She shrugs. "Lately though, some 
  memory has returned, and he's.. changing."

"Yes," Rosa drawls, crossing one leg over the other. "I'd 
  heard about Tance and some of his...little scenes. Hard to associate it with 
  the shy, rather sweet man I met up on Shanny." She frowns thoughtfully, 
  again sipping at her ale. "Changing? How? Because his memory is returning?"

Kesya's gaze doesn't leave you for a few moments. _That woman 
  is entirely too sure of herself for some reason._ She shakes her head, 
  blinking. _Ech. Can't worry 'bout it now._ "Well," she says thoughtfully, 
  "He's feeling more comfortable around people now..."

"I think perhaps, because he sees that they all aren't 'out to 
  get him', or laughing at him, or whatever. He's hardest on himself." Her 
  expression turns weary. "You should /hear/ the way he talks about himself. 
  But it's getting better."

Rosa settles back in the large sofa, one hand holding her ale 
  glass, the other resting lightly on her bear's head. The expression on her 
  face turns slightly quizzical as she notices the intensity of your gaze, but 
  then she shrugs again. With a little smile, she nods. "He didn't quite seem 
  to know what to do when I started talking to him," she says quietly. "But 
  once he got going, he really did seem kind. And if his attitude is changing, 
  it can only be good for him, and for those people who care for him." Her 
  smile widens just a bit, for a moment. "So you'd like me to keep an eye on 
  him, for a while, down here? To make sure he continues to get better?"

Kesya gives you a grateful smile, her tension seeming to melt 
  away at your words. "I'd love that. I do appreciate it." She stands, and 
  pauses, thoughtful. "I was just going to head down to his suite and see how 
  the 'bot is doing. Want to join me?"
Kesya adds, "It'd help, particularly if he doesn't remember you on sight yet."

Rosa returns the smile, her amber eyes twinkling. "Kesya, 
  don't mention it. If Tance is your friend, and needs a little help, then I 
  shall be glad to do what I can." At your question, she nods, standing as 
  well. "Certainly, I'll go down with you to see him. Not too sure he'll 
  remember me, seeing as we did only meet the once."

Kesya nods doubtfully, small braids brushing against the back 
  of her neck. "Hrm. He does tend to remember those who are nice to him, but 
  we'll see." She grins over her shoulder at you as she heads towards the 
  lifts, "I've had to re-introduce myself... a lot."
Kesya steps into the lift area with muffled steps.
Kesya has left.

Chuckling, Rosa nods. "We'll see indeed. Maybe he /will/ 
  remember me." Picking up her bear and tucking it under an arm, she follows 
  Kesya out of the lounge.
Rosa steps into the lift area with muffled steps.
Rosa has left.

[And, later....]

You hear a soft chime and an electronic voice announces that Kesya is in Ocher 
  Quadrant and is knocking on Tance's Suite.

To Ocher Quadrant, Tance's privacy light is set to Green, and from within, a 
  distracted-sounding voice calls out, "It's open..."

Kesya steps in from the hall.
Kesya has arrived.

Rosa steps in from the hall.
Rosa has arrived.

Kesya steps in, followed by Rosa. "Hey there Tance," she says cheerily. 
  "Thought we'd come by and see how you're doing."

Tance is sitting in the one chair in the room, his un-casted arm draped across 
  its back, and as you two enter, he looks up from fascinated contemplation of 
  the cleaning bot chugging away in one of the empty corners of the chamber. 
  "Jade... oh..." His gaze shifts between you both and he starts to get up.
Tance announces, pointing to one of the scrubbed spots on the wall -- this one 
  bright enough that the 'bot must surely have done it -- "My walls really are 
  green!"

Rosa, bear under her arm, comes into the room just after Kesya. Her eyes widen 
  slightly for a moment at the condition of the room she sees, and the 
  cleaning bot, but she quickly pastes a happy, friendly smile on her face. 
  "Hello Tance," she says brightly. "They certainly are green, aren't they, 
  those walls?"

Kesya's smile widens as you point out the one really clean spot on the wall. 
  Tossing back her head with a laugh, she links her arm through your good one. 
  "How long'd it take the 'bot to do that?" She winks, but adds, "It's a 
  pretty shade."

Tance's brow furrows, first at Rosa, then at her bear, and finally at Kesya's 
  question. "Um... I dunno..." He looks helplessly around the room before 
  finishing plaintively, "I don't have a chrono."

Kesya fixes a blank stare on Tance at that statement, and she tries to quash a 
  suddenly amused expression -- but to no avail. Eyes shining, she shrugs at 
  Rosa. "Well, it can stay here as long as it takes to finish 'em."

The bot steadily scrubs, its extended arm slowly coaxing an actual hue out 
  from under the grime that appears to have thoroughly coated every wall in 
  this room. Green, indeed -- a nice mid-foresty hue.

Rosa follows Kesya over to the chair, eyes darting toward the cleaning bot for 
  a moment. She turns back in time to catch Kesya's glance and nods, eyes 
  twinkling. "Absolutely," she says, nodding. "And that green truly is a nice 
  shade. Restful."

"If it's okay... I wouldn't mind staying in here so much maybe if I got to 
  look at green...." The man cocks his head. "But doesn't it have to clean 
  your room, too, Jade?"

Kesya looks around, almost like a _Woman_With_A_Mission_. She tosses casually 
  over her shoulder, "What sort of art do you like, Tance?" Turning, she 
  responds, "I'm not /in/ my suite long enough for it to get dirty."

Tance slouches a bit against the back of the chair before him, embarrassed. 
  "Not in here much either -- least I don't think so -- but it's dirty 
  anyway... um.... art?"

Rosa, idly patting her bear's head, arcs a brow at Kesya's question, then 
  adds, "A bit of art might brighten the place up a bit. Make it more homey."

[At this point in the log Rosa's player had to disconnect, so we will
 assume she was unexpectedly called away...]

Kesya nods, moving back towards the man. "Sure. Art. Do you like paintings, or 
  pen and inks, or.. landscapes..." she shrugs, then grins at Rosa. "right."

Tance says anxiously, "I had some. I think I had to sell it."

Kesya quiets, looking at the man for a long moment. "You're kidding.. that's 
  awful, Tance." She arches a brow, a sly expression you're well used to now 
  on her face. "Well, I _do_ happen to know where there's art just lying 
  around."

Tance shakes his head earnestly. "I think that's how come I don't have 
  anything...." He looks around the room again, and its several square feet 
  of.... empty space. "Had to sell it."

Kesya slides her arm around your back, looking about. "Makes sense," she says 
  critically. "You must have been darned rich once, to make it to this level. 
  But the rent is... extreme, too."
Kesya looks at you for a moment.

Tance baffledly mumbles, "Surprised they didn't move me..."

Kesya spins towards you, an air of excitement around her. "Tance," she starts 
  slyly, eyes on your vest, "Would you let me do you a favour? It'd be fun."

Tance blinks, looking up at you.

Kesya's white teeth flash as she quickly smiles, looking like a cheshire cat. 
  "I suppose you want me to /tell/ you," she laments. "But... okay. I have an 
  idea for your suite that I'm sure you'd like."

Tance answers a little startledly, "You think I should move, too?"

Kesya's eyes widen in shock, her chin dropping. "What? No, no!" Laughing, she 
  gives you a quick hug. "No Tance, I was asking if you'd let me use some of 
  /my/ old stuff to fix up your place. I don't use it, it's just in storage 
  wasting away."

You feel crystal caressing you softly along your nerves.
Non-singers around you see: A faint chill seems to pass over you as Tance 
  looks at you, but he doesn't seem to react to it.

Kesya's eyes are shining as she gazes at you, almost bouncing in excitement 
  over the little project. She's standing not a half foot from you, beaming. 
  "So? How 'bout it?"

"You..." Blink. "Want to give me..." Another blink, and Tance is suddenly 
  looking rather shaken.

Kesya's expression falls. "What's wrong?"
Kesya misunderstands, her expression worried. "I know it wouldn't be the 
  /nicest/ stuff... only what I had in my original suite when I first 
  adapted." She wrinkles her nose, "Student fare, really. But still, it 
  /could/ look nice..."

Tance lifts a strangely.... humble?.... face to your own, and whispers, "You 
  wanna... gimme furniture?"

Kesya cups your face in her hands, eyes searching yours to try to figure out 
  why you're so stupified by this. "Yeah," she says softly, "I do. It's old, 
  and it's cheap, but it's furniture."

"I don't..." Now he looks almost... no, _definitely_ ashamed. "Nothin' to give 
  you... don't deserve..."

Kesya's eyes turn pained at the expression in your face, and she bites her 
  lip, unsure of what to say. "But Tance! You've given me so much already!"
Kesya's gaze drops to your vest again, brows furrowed as she tries to explain. 
  "You can't /know/ how much you've given me," she insists. "And all I've 
  given you has been leftovers that I don't even use anymore."

"And new clothes, and.... and a datapad," Tance protests, quickly, even as he 
  lifts his right hand to one of yours. "And the black, I remember the black, 
  and... and... you let me be with you...." He trails off.

Kesya's wide eyes turn up fix on your brown gaze, her nose wrinkling as she 
  shakes her head. "The clothes didn't cost a thing, and those datapads are 
  the same." At the mention of the black though, her expression turns soft. 
  "Tance," she says gently, "Don't you realize that that was for /me/?" She
  chuckles, a musical sound. "And... being with you... don't you see that
  /I/ wanted that too?"

"But... but Jade, I haven't given... don't have a thing..." Tance's voice is 
  husky and shy as always, but his gaze stays pointed up at yours, unusually 
  direct, unusually intent. Then, a wan half-smile crooks his mouth. "Don't 
  think you want the rest o' my old shipsuits and boots, or, um, my broken 
  datapad..."

Kesya's mouth quirks in a lopsided smile at the joke, and she squeezes your 
  hand, her own dropping from your face. "No, what you've given me is much 
  better than that." She sighs, trying to explain... the struggle of finding 
  the right words evident in her face.

Tance watches you raptly, as though awaiting a pronouncement from the 
  Guildmaster himself.

When you stop to relax you can feel a pleasant humming in your body.
Non-singers around you see: You notice that Tance becomes slightly distracted 
  at times.

The woman before you begins, haltingly. "You know, when I first met you, you 
  were mainly just very interesting to me. Different. I wanted to help because 
  you seemed so badly that you needed it." She chuckles, flashing you a smile. 
  "But as I got to know you, you became a good friend, someone I could 
  trust..." Her braids drop behind her shoulders as she turns to look at you. 
  "And someone I really care about. And I haven't had that in... a long time." 
  Waving a hand in the air, "I tend to be more distant from folks just through 
  how busy I am and the work that I do... and partly the crystal I sing. So 
  having you to come to that vein with me was something I really needed."
Kesya pauses, silent a moment, and asks, "Now do you see... part of what 
  you've given me? I don't /need/ material things, I've /got/ them all."

Tance reaches for your hand again, clasping it. He is silent with every word 
  you speak; told of your caring, he draws in a slight astonished breath. Told 
  that he indeed gave you something you needed, he smiles, eyes brightening, 
  softening, though still with that new intensity. His gaze never leaves you, 
  and only when you are done does he murmur, "I c.... care, too, Jade; 
  everybody else I forget, but you, you I remember." He, too, pauses, before 
  he adds with careful enunciation, "Kesya."

Kesya casts you an astonished expression, silver-blue gaze fixed on you as a 
  slow smile spreads across her lips and is mirrored in her eyes. "You... 
  remembered that?" It's obvious she thought you'd have forgotten it long ago.

Tance simply, slowly, nods.

That smile, that delicate expression, turns warm, the blue eyes giving you a 
  long, searching look before she slowly sits before your chair. Well, nowhere 
  else in the room to sit. "So," she says gently, then stops, unsure of how to 
  continue.
Kesya swallows, all of a sudden seeming interested in your carpeting. "So, I 
  guess I don't really know what to make of all this," she begins, a little 
  tense. No, a _lot_ tense. "But.. it's nice to know you care about me too." 
  She smiles up at you, tentatively.

Tance starts to protest as you sit down, and he says hastily, "The, the bot 
  hasn't cleaned.... do you wanna sit here?" At your smile, he freezes, before 
  he can really get up, tranfixed. "Would... would it make you happy.... to 
  put stuff, in here?"

If you listen hard, you can hear crystal resonance coursing gently through 
  your body.
Non-singers around you see: If you happen to be very close to Tance, the fine 
  hairs on your arms stand on end, but Tance doesn't appear to notice anything.

Kesya obviously doesn't care how clean the floor is beneath her bottom, as her 
  attention now goes again to that kind, guileless expression of yours. She 
  actually laughs softly at your question, and nods. "It'd make me very happy."

He beams down at you, then, and suddenly nods firmly. "Okay."

Kesya's quick laughter sounds through the room. She takes your hand, smiling 
  fondly at you, then sobers. A lighthearted caution, next: "I warn you 
  tough... it's not the /nicest/ stuff you'll find around..."
Surely it can't be too bad though, being Kesya, since her first day in the 
  Ranges, has never been poor. Chances are it'll suit Tance's suite readily.

Tance laughs -- actually _laughs_, a brief but rich sound. "Ain't sure you 
  noticed, but anything in here'd be a kark of a sight better'n' nothin'," he 
  points out.

Kesya's startled gaze looks about, as though just noticing how /empty/ the 
  place is, again. Her laughter joins yours, just for a moment. "I s'pose 
  you're right at that," she says amusedly, eyes dancing. "We can work on it 
  together, okay?"

And again, he beams at you, agreeing, "Together."

[End log.]