Log Date:
	2/17/97

Log Cast:
        Tance, Luthe, J'dara, Malia, Jolie, Rideen, Kaylin, Kirin, Cammain

Log Intro:
	Tance has gone out into the Ranges again with Kesya, but it
proves to be a bothersome trip, for after Kesya is called unexpectedly
back to the JPF to attend to recruit-related duties, Tance is injured;
he twists an ankle and also slices off a finger.
	When he staggers back to the JPF himself to get himself tended,
he runs into Rosa in the Infirmary, and the young Singer not only stays
with Tance while he's awaiting a medic, she even buys him food and reminds
him of the idea of buying a gift for Kesya, an idea which greatly appeals
to him.
	Tance and Rosa do not, however, have the opportunity to go
looking for a gift for Kesya -- being on the Training staff herself, Rosa is 
almost as prone to being called off for unexpected duties as Kesya is, and 
Tance is left to his own devices. He returns to the Ranges, still hoping to 
find a good claim to cut with Kesya... something that isn't green.
	This time, however, his trip out is more serious than the last. At
one claim, while trying to dig his way up out of a hole, he is struck on the
side of his head by a falling rock. He is dazed and dizzy enough that when he
tries to get the _Meguey Radmynn_ airborne, he actually crashes her, though
not seriously enough to do much damage to the sled. His knee, on the other
hand, slams hard against the sled's controls. Just barely, Tance manages
to fly the sled back to the JPF before passing out at the controls.
	While he is unconscious, the onduty sled tech, Luthe, hastens to
deal with the Singer....

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You step out from the cramped interior of the sled "Meguey Radmynn."
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 hangar 
  is half hidden in shadows as Scoria graces the sky high above. The horizon 
  merges with the sky in hazy bands of blue. The sled racks are illuminated 
  slightly. 
Contents:
  Tance, over by the wall. 
  Luthe, standing by the sled rack.
  Neil's sled 
  Tance's sled 
  Jilayna'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
You are standing next to the sled rack.

Luthe glances towards the ready room, cursing the slowness of teh Meditechs, 
  and not sure what to do.
Luthe looks at you for a moment.

Tance groans, but does not wake, at least not much; his eyes flicker open for 
  a moment, before dropping closed again.

Luthe decides the first priority is to stop the bleeding, and pulls out a 
  clean rag from one of his pockets, applying it carefully to the wound on the 
  side of Tance's head.

The Singer must have clonked himself good; the entire side of his face is 
  streaked with blood.

Luthe keeps working on stopping the blood, muttering about incompetent medics. 
  Eventually he has the bleeding under some kind of control, and stops to use 
  his comm unit.

Tance mumbles slurrily, "Jade? Don' wan' forget, Jade. Din' cut th' green..." 
  His head shifts once, and he winces before subsiding again.

You hear a quiet tone on your wrist unit, and then a voice says, "A message to 
  all on Ballybran from Luthe:  Any personnell with medical training, please 
  come to the hangar. We have a singer unconsious, and badly injured.".

Luthe glances down at Tance, frowning slightly. He's heard little snippets 
  about Tance, but not enough to understand that with. He continues to do what 
  he can to help Tance, but he doesn't have much medical training, so he runs 
  to the end of his experience soon.

Luthe's wristunit beeps and he listens to it carefully. You can just make out 
  "..."

Luthe speaks softly into his wrist comm. You can just make out "..."

J'dara descends from the catwalk.
J'dara has arrived.
J'dara leaps down from the stairs leading to the Catwalk, then aproaches.
J'dara looks at you for a moment.

Luthe looks up as J'dara comes in. "Ahhh, Recruit. I could use some help here."

Tance lies sprawled near his sled, apparently quite unconscious, and a mass of 
  blood and bruises and torn clothing.

J'dara shrugs and looks at Luthe. "Have basic survival training. Not much."

Luthe nods... "Ok... Help me here."

J'dara walks over to luthe and looks at the injuries.
J'dara looks at you for a moment.
J'dara looks at the head injury, then over at Luthe. "Need to hold head still 
  if Singer has hope of continueing Heartsong."
J'dara looks down at Tance and kneels. "Hold head still while pick up."

Luthe blinks at the odd word, but nods. He glances around, and spots a flat 
  piece of sled panelling against teh wall. Retrieving it, he sets it down 
  next to Tance. "Here... Let's get him on this."

You can hear crystal resonance rushing between your ears.

Luthe
Luthe is a tall, thin, man with a very long, bony frame. His arms and legs 
  seem to be held together more by threads than muscle and sinew. He has a 
  shock of blonde, almost white hair, that hangs down to his shoulders in 
  back. When he gets nervous he often runs his hand through it, as if to 
  straighten it. His eyes are pale sky blue, and seem to take in everything in 
  the room. When he looks full at you, a shiver runs up your spine, for those 
  eyes seem to look right through you. Despite this, he is a very amiable 
  person. He is wearing a comfortable looking pair of overalls, that show the 
  pale marks of washed grease stains here and there. His hands are covered 
  with small scars from little knicks and cuts that he can't remember getting. 
  Due to a nasty compound fracture of the tibia, this sledtech's left leg is 
  encased in a cast, mostly to keep the leg in place as it heals. A set of 
  pins (under the cast) hold the bone together while the symbiont knits the 
  bone back together.
Carrying:
Luthe's Communication Unit
Repair Manual

J'dara
You see a youngish woman of about 23 Standard years old. Her silver hair is 
  clipped short on the sides, while the middle is left to grow out in a 
  stylish mohawk with no tail. Her flawless alabaster face looks like it is of 
  polished marble. A black eyepatch covers the left eye and an ice blue eye 
  stares at you from the right. , . , 
        J'dara's slim form is encased in dark purple environ armor embossed 
  with silver runes running from the right shoulder to the left waistbuckle. 
  Over this is a white cloak.
        
        
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 shade of brown, are framed by lines at their corners that 
  suggest that far too often, their owner scowls 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. Tance's slim form is draped in dark-green 
  fabric, elegantly fashioned into a high-class jumpsuit. Comfortable to wear, 
  this suit still conveys an impression of dignity, evident by the angular cut 
  and excellent fit. The deep forest green is interspersed with black flecks, 
  accented too by the black collar and trim at the arms. Pockets are hidden 
  instead of simply being placed about, and a black belt circles his lean 
  waist. All in all, this outfit does wonders to fill out his thin frame. 
 The hairs on your arm stand on end and a chill goes up your spine. You notice 
  a strange expression on Tance's face. Tance's ankle is wrapped in a tight 
  bandage, obviously sprained. His right hand is covered in another bandage, 
  covering the spot where one of his fingers should be. His right knee is 
  swollen, it seems that the kneecap is cracked. His clothes are torn from his 
  body and he is very soaked. His skin is bloody with many tiny cuts. His has 
  a nasty bump on the head, a spot just above his right temple swelling 
  painfully. He bleeds from a deep scrape that starts at his temple and 
  extends to his chin.

J'dara undoes the tie to her white cloak, already turning red from the blood 
  it soaked up. "Put on panel, but must hold head
J'dara says "Must hold head Completely still. Bring padding for either side of 
  head."
J'dara sighs as she looks at her cloak, then rips it into strips.

Luthe nods, and retrieves a pad from by the sledtech desk, and very carefully 
  puts it under Tance's head.

Tance's eyes open a little again, but his brown gaze is glazed over.

J'dara uses one strip to bind the pad to Tance's head so it cradles it.. then 
  another to bind the head to the panel, immobilizing it.
J'dara looks over and tosses the remaining shreds of a once beautiful white 
  cloak, into a disposal bin.

Luthe oks... "Lets take him down to the Infirmary."

[And soon....]

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 steady warm glow for the afternoon hours. 
Contents:
J'dara
Luthe
Dr. Bear
Catering Unit
Obvious exits:
Private Door  Long Term Care  Short Term Care  Lift  

Luthe comes in with his end of the panel, and swings ot over a biobed.

J'dara uses one of her knuckle blades to cut the binding for the head to the 
  panel.

Tance makes some unintelligible sound as he's lowered, half moan, half sigh.

J'dara gently lifts the Singer out of the Panel into the biobed.

Malia walks softly from the lift area.
Malia has arrived.
Malia enters Short Term Care.
Malia has left.

Luthe sighs, looking the situation over. "I guess that's teh best we can do..."

J'dara nods

Luthe smiles at J'dara. "You handled that well, recruit. My thanks."

J'dara shrugs. "Was taught by Purple Clan trainers. But only have basic 
  survival training. Includes some medical, not much."

Luthe chuckles. "Never the less... I'd run out of ideas."

J'dara smiles and her eye lights up with it. "Always good to have new person 
  look at old situation. New person, new ideas."

Luthe grins, glancing over at Tance. "Thanks, again. Tance is an old singer, 
  I'm sure he'll pull through."

J'dara nods and turns away.
J'dara enters Short Term Care.
J'dara has left.

Luthe heads toward the lift area.
Luthe has left.

Jolie walks softly from the lift area.
Jolie has arrived.
Jolie walks in briskly, and ses you, "Hello. How may I help you?"

Malia is finished in Short Term Care and steps into the infirmary.
Malia has arrived.
Malia heads toward the lift area.
Malia has left.

J'dara is finished in Short Term Care and steps into the infirmary.
J'dara has arrived.
J'dara steps out, then sees the Medic. "Have bad head wound."
J'dara indicates Tance.

You can detect some crystal resonance in your bones.

J'dara is fairly well covered in blood, but ignores it. "Helped carry Singer 
  to Infirmary.

Jolie nods, "Ok, thank you. Do you know how this happened?" She washes her 
  hands quickly and begins assembling things to work with.

Tance lies where J'dara and Luthe placed him, on one of the biobeds; his 
  head's been crudely if neatly bandaged, though one side of his face is still 
  quite blooded.

J'dara shrugs. "Look like Singer took dive off tall cliff."

Jolie nods, "Ok. You brought him here?"
Jolie finishes picking up equiptment and moves to where he is.

J'dara nods. "Had help from Sledtech who asked for help.

Jolie nods, "Ok. Would you mind going to get him?"
Jolie begins to gently prod the knee, feeling for a borken bone.

J'dara heads toward the lift area.
J'dara has left.

Tance groans a little, at the contact to his knee; his eyelids shiver.

Luthe walks softly from the lift area.
Luthe has arrived.

Jolie nods, and grimaces, "It's cracked," to herself. She inspects it more 
  closely and mutters under her breath, "Started to heal, too."

Luthe walks in. "You wanted to talk to me, meditech?"

Jolie removes a hypo from her pocket and readies it. She sprays a cooling 
  spray on the patients neck to give some relief from pain that doesn't 
  interfere.

Rideen walks softly from the lift area.
Rideen has arrived.

Jolie looks up as she is addressed, "Yes, where did he you find him? She says 
  that she helped you bring him down here?"

Hypoed, Tance exhales, slumping down a little on the biobed.

Luthe nods. "Yes... He was in his sled, out cold. I don't know /how/ he got 
  in." He glares at the singer. "Judging by his appearence, he shouldn'tve 
  been trying to fly."

Rideen heads toward the lift area.
Rideen has left.

Jolie nods, "Ok, so you don't know anyhting more than that?"
Jolie takes out an interesting looking apparatus and begins to use it to open 
  the skin around the knee so that she can rebreak it and set it.

Luthe shakes his head. "No... I just came in for duty, and checked his sled, 
  and there he was."

Jolie finishes opening the knee, and works on the bone. You hear a snap and 
  then a kind of click. The bone has been reset. She then takes out another 
  apparatus and begins to reseal the skin.
Jolie nods, "Ok, thank you. You've been a big help."

Tance gives a jerk at the break, his eyes opening all at once, his gaze dazed 
  and wild.

Luthe shrugs. "It wasn't anything... Just told you where he was. Oh... Another 
  thing. He said something about 'Jade' while he was unconsious."

Jolie nods, "Ok, thanks."

Tance mumbles, as if on cue, "Jade?"

Jolie begins to remove the jagged remains of clothes from tance's body, looks 
  up and realizes he's in the open and brings a curtain partway around the 
  bed, but so she can still see out to see whoever is there.

Luthe waves. "Ok... I'm gonna go back up to the hangar."

Jolie finishes removing the remains of clothing and drys him off so he doesn't 
  catch cold. She then covers him witha blanket with some flaps so she can 
  still work.

Luthe heads toward the lift area.
Luthe has left.

Tance blinks, with difficulty, trying to focus on the blurred shapes and 
  colors over him. "Jade?" he whispers again, voice thick and liquid.

Jolie places a cool pack on his temples on the bump to reduce the swelling.
Jolie dabs gently at the long scrape, cleaning it up.

Tance's groggy gaze more or less makes it to the medic leaning over him, and 
  he mumbles slurrily, "Who're... who're you?

Jolie begins to use the stretching skin device again to stretch the skin over 
  the scrape so that it doesn't get infected and heals more quickly.
Jolie smiles, "Jolie. Just lay still. You'll be fine."
Jolie finishes sealing the scrape.

Tance's brow tries to furrow, but can't quite make it with the damage dealt 
  it. "Where'm I at?"

Jolie gets out a damp cloth and begins to wipe off the specks of blood and the 
  sand around the tiny cuts. She notices that they are practically healed.
Jolie says "You're at JPF, Infirmary level."

Tance's expression suggests he'd like to try to get up, but he can't manage 
  that, either. "Gotta cut... I gotta get out, find somethin'... not green...."

Jolie says "Tance, calm down. You'll have plenty of time later. Just rest. The 
  sooner you do, the faster you'll be out there again."

You feel the resonance tingling in your blood.
Tance frowns vaguely. "I feel terrible," he mumbles.

Jolie smiles, "Well you should. Lookes like you took quite a fall. remember 
  anyhting?"

Tance winces a little, though perhaps more at the word 'remember' than any 
  pain. "Remember Jade," he answers. "Still remember Jade. Gotta remember 
  Jade..."

Jolie says "Jade? Who's Jade?"
Jolie shrugs, "Nevermind. Do you think you can sit up, I need to get a gown on 
  you."
Jolie gets out a gown and sets it on the table next to you.

Tance frowns. Up? The woman wants him to sit _up_? The idea sounds mightily 
  unappealing, and even less as he fumbles with both hands to get them into a 
  position to lever himself upward. His eyes widen, then glaze over, and 
  finally clamp shut, dizzily, as he struggles to stay sitting upright.

Jolie smiles, and holds out an arm to help.
Jolie picks u the gown and moves it over first your right arm then your left.

Tance says plaintively, "Wan' Jade. I wan' Jade."

Jolie says "Ok, You're done. You can lie back down. Thank you."

Tance sags backwards with visible relief, eyes still clamped shut against the 
  spin of the room.

Jolie frowns, and moves to a terminal after you're situated down, and types in 
  a query for jade.
Jolie gets an answer and says, "Kesya? Is she the Jade you mean?"

Tance doesn't quite manage to look at the medic, but at the sound of 'Kesya' 
  being uttered by the woman, he seems to relax a little. "Jade."

Jolie smiles, "I'll try to find her. Meanwhile, let's get you into Short Term 
  Care. I don't think you'll be moving around for a bit. Unless you'd rather 
  be in your own room?"

Tance blinks, looking clearly confused. "My... my room?"

Jolie says "Yes, on level 11. I guess you'd rather stay here?""

You say "I... I don't.... remember how to get..."

Tance trails off, grimacing.

Jolie smiles, "I'll just put you here then.
Jolie says "I'll wheel you in. hold on!"
Jolie wheels the table that you're on into Short Term Care.
Jolie enters Short Term Care.
Jolie has left.

You require the immediate assistance of a medic and enter the emergency room.
Short Term Care
This area is dedicated to fixing minor emergencies, such as broken bones and 
  severed fingers. Medical cabinets on the walls are filled with bandages, 
  ointments and medicines. The gleaming white walls help to sooth anxious 
  nerves while providing medics with bright light to work by. The room has a 
  sterile, antiseptic smell. Movable gurneys can be used to transport an 
  injured Guild member from place to place. There is a button next to each bed 
  that can be used to summon medical help. The monitor in this room is off. 
  Noone is checked into bed one, and Noone is checked into bed two.
Contents:
Jolie
Obvious exits:
Infirmary  

Jolie uses her computer access to check Tance into bed one.

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 shade of brown, are framed by lines at their corners that 
  suggest that far too often, their owner scowls 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 only in one of the utilitarian 
  gowns the Infirmary of the Heptite Guild issues to its patients, a thing of 
  servicable grey cloth that grants at least a measure of dignity and privacy 
  to the wearer while allowing a medic to scan him or her with ease. 
 If you happen to be near Tance, the hair on your arm stands on end. Tance's 
  ankle is wrapped in a tight bandage, obviously sprained. His limp is slight, 
  however, leading you to believe that it has almost healed. His right hand is 
  covered in another bandage, three fingers, a stub, and a thumb. His right 
  knee is swollen and wrapped in yet another bandage. His kneecap was 
  obviously cracked, but has apparently been cared for properly. There are 
  tiny pink lines all over his skin where he was cut. There is a large bruise 
  over his right temple and a long patch of stretched shiny pink skin makes a 
  path from the temple down to his jaw. He is slightly dizzy at the moment, 
  and so has been confined to short term care.

Jolie says "You'll be nice and rested here. Can I get you anything right now?"
Jolie leaves the busy emergency room.
Jolie has left.
Jolie walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance.
Jolie has arrived.

Tance repeats anxiously, as clearly as he can manage, "I want Jade."

Jolie smiles kindly, "I'll work on that. Do you need anything inanimate right 
  now? Ice cream? Juice?

A ghost of a light kindles in Tance's eyes. "Ice cream?" he slurs.

Jolie smiles, "Peach?"
Jolie says "I'll be right back with it."
Jolie leaves the busy emergency room.
Jolie has left.
Jolie walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance.
Jolie has arrived.
Jolie hands over the cold bowl of three scoops of Peach ice cream with peach 
  chunks.

Tance brightens, just a bit, and manages enough movement to get the dessert 
  into more or less a good position to be eaten. Clearly, the effort is 
  costing him some energy, but he sets to eating the ice cream anyway.
You can detect some crystal resonance in your bones.

Jolie smiles, "Of you don't need anything else, I'll let you rest."

Tance nods, dizzily, as he spoons down dessert.

Jolie smiles, and waves.
Jolie leaves the busy emergency room.
Jolie has left.

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Interlude:

	An almost familiar situation for Tance, being in the Infirmary,
and feeling pain, but having medics offer him as much peach ice cream
as he can inhale. He settles down to wait for his head to clear again,
and as he does, another of the medics who've become quite familiar
with this particular Singer checks in on him the next day....

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Kaylin walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance.
Kaylin has arrived.
Kaylin comes in making rounds and stops grinning "Well, Tance. Back with us 
  again?"

Tance opens his eyes, frowning vaguely into the air. "What?" he mumbles. "You 
  another medic? Can't keep track of all of you..."

Kaylin grins "Well, I've been on vacation, do you remember Kaylin? Ice Cream?"

Tance blinks guilelessly, the dazed look of somebody who's been spending 
  several of the last many hours drifting in and out of consciousness. "I had 
  ice cream today," he mumbles. "I get it a lot."

Kaylin chuckles "Can I bring you something to eat or drink?"

Tance considers this with as much brainpower as he can muster. "Water?" he 
  finally asks, pleadingly.

Kirin walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance.
Kirin has arrived.
Kirin comes in with a knock on the door.

Kaylin smiels "Sure, let me get you some" She turns to a side table and pours 
  you a glass of water. "here you go, Tance."
Kaylin turns "hello? you need help? " to Kirin.

Tance's gaze shifts from where he lies, dazed and disheveled-looking, in the 
  first bed in the room, and he blinks a time or two at the stranger before 
  Kaylin's water distracts him. Awkwardly, he sits up a bit to drink it, 
  grimacing at himself between gulps.

Kirin smiles, "Just need my arm looked at to make sure the shoulder is ok. I 
  dislocated it last night, and pulled out some stitches from an earlier 
  accident

Kaylin nods "Okay, just sit on the bed over there and I'll take a look at you."

Tance mumbles something about the number of days it takes to heal a dislocated 
  shoulder, as he sets the now-empty glass aside and sinks dizzily back 
  against the pillows behind him.

Kirin gets on the bedd gingerly. "Elrick said the shoulder would be okay 
  today, and that the cut may take a few days before the staples come out

Kaylin smiles as she scanns you. "Yes, he's right. Now all we need to do is 
  wait for the gash to heal."
Kaylin grins "Okie, moves your arm slowly."

Kirin moves her arm slowly, "It's a little stiff."

Kaylin nods "As you move it, it will get better. Just take it easy and move it 
  slowly at first."

Tance turns his head idly to watch the two women, his brow furrowed in faint 
  confusion, but his gaze more or less alert.

Kirin nods, "Okay, thank you for your help."

Kaylin nods and turns back to Tance.
Kaylin brings over a pitcher and puts it on Tance's table. "There Tance, now 
  you can have all the water you need to drink. Do the nurses come and help 
  you walk?"

You can hear crystal resonance rushing between your ears.
Tance blinks. "They supposed to?" He sounds less hoarse now that he's had 
  water.

Kirin leaves the busy emergency room.
Kirin has left.

Kaylin shivers "Tance, how long has it been since you've had a good soak? And 
  yes, they should come to help you walk, since your injuries are not all that 
  bad."

Tance blinks a time or two more. "I... um.... I-I don't remember," he says 
  gruffly, a faint embarrassed scowl flickering across his face.

Kaylin smiles as she looks you over. "Want to get up and walk. See how the 
  dizziness is?

Tance considers this, too, then finally allows, "Yeah... karkin' bored. Gotta 
  get back on my feet. I gotta cut..."

Kaylin smiles "if you can walk without getting too dizzy, I'll let you go. But 
  you gotta soak for me for 24 hours, okay?"

Tance, at some time between now and the last time he'd been holed up in the 
  Short Term Care ward, has acquired a lopsided grin, and he uses it now. 
  "Could use a soak," he admits, trailing off into a slight grunt as he first 
  moves his arms and then his upper body into sitting up.

Kaylin waits by the bed to see if you need help. Not really offereing, not 
  wanting to upset you.

The Singer scowls faintly to himself, but something about his scowl has 
  changed, too: less of 'general irritation with the world' and more simply 'I 
  hate being hurt, I hate this I hate this I hate this,' as he shakes his head 
  to clear it. At last, obstinately, he pushes himself to his feet, lurching 
  noticeably.

Kaylin lays her hand on your arm to steady you. "Easy now, take it slow."

Tance, predictably, declares, "'Mokay, girlie," even though it takes him a 
  minute or two to convincingly look it. He shoves a hand through his short 
  grizzled hair, then scrubs it across his eyes, and finally squints doggedly 
  at the door. "I have to find Jade," he says abruptly.

Kaylin smiles "Okay, I'll let you go, but you be careful. Want some help to 
  your room?"

Tance considers this, then suddenly, his face falls as he looks over at you, 
  brown eyes plaintive. "I... where... where is my room?"

Kaylin hmmms, "I don't now, Tance. If you can't remember where your room is, 
  maybe you'd better stay here til Jade comes for you."

Tance frowns. "I put it in my datapad, but..." He frowns further as he glances 
  down at his infirmary-wear-clad self, and he mutters alarmedly, "My 
  datapad...!"

Kaylin looks in the drawer beside your bed to see if the pad is there.

Indeed, a battered little black datapad can be found there, along with a few 
  other random personal items that must have been taken off the Singer when he 
  was brought in. Tance says anxiously, "I-I put everything in there, 
  everything I gotta remember, I keep forgetting..."

Kaylin pulls a datapad out of the drawer. "Is this it?"
Kaylin looks toward the infirmary as she hears noises.
Kaylin brings you a standard issue jumpsuit to put on. "need some help getting 
  dressed?"

Tance staggers a step towards you, reaching anxiously for the object, bobbing 
  his head. "That's it, I hafta keep it, helps me remember stuff. Not to cut 
  the green. I can't cut green. And where my room is. I think..." His voice 
  drops as he awkwardly flicks the thing open, fumbling with its keypad.

Kaylin smiles "let me check the infirmary while you are getting dressed."

Tance nods absently, as he pokes at the datapad, muttering something about 
  where the kark he put the location of his suite.

Kaylin leaves the busy emergency room.
Kaylin has left.

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 shade of brown, are framed by lines at their corners that 
  suggest that far too often, their owner scowls 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's wearing a simple standard-issue 
  jumpsuit, the kind the Guild Infirmary hands out to Singers who come in with 
  their own clothing destroyed beyond re-use, and a battered pair of 
  workboots. 
 The hairs on your arm stand on end and a chill goes up your spine. You notice 
  a strange expression on Tance's face. Tance walks with a slight limp from a 
  healing ankle and dislocated knee. His right hand shows the regrowth of his 
  index finger to half a finger. There is a fading bruise over his right 
  temple. He has occasional dizzy spells from the head injury.

You feel the resonance tingling in your blood.

You're ready to leave the emergency room now.
Infirmary(#403RAM)
Contents:
Kaylin
Cammain
Dr. Bear
Catering Unit
Obvious exits:
Private Door  Long Term Care  Short Term Care  Lift  

Kaylin smiles "You okay, Tance? You remember now?"

Cammain turns to see Kaylin, and rubs his left elbow. "Are you a medic ??"

Kaylin nods to Cammain then turns back to Tance.

Tance holds up the datapad and says in a manner that sounds more appropriate 
  for a shy small boy than a grown man, "I found it. Where, um, where my suite 
  is... it's in Ocher Quad on level 11."

Kaylin grins "Good, I'll let you go. but you go soak. Okay?"

Cammain waits as patiently as possible, holding his elbow.

Kaylin turns to Cammain and pats the exam table "Hop up here if you can 
  please."

Cammain nods, gritting his teeth. He struggles up onto the table.

Tance nods, mumbling in absent agreement, "Soak," as he wanders out.

[End log.]