Log Date:
	10/30/98

Log Cast:
	Katya Reynar, Tance Vokrim, Shuttle Pilot Johansen (NPC), NPC
security guards, Espra, Alec Mathers, NPC orderly, Gyles Lee, Remina

Log Intro:
	Fulfilling the request of Meditech Quinn Maloret, Gyles Lee has
escorted Tance Vokrim into the Ranges, and after coaxing the older Singer
into helping him cut both rose and black crystal, has brought him back in
again. The trip has been an instructive one for Gyles, sparking a bit
of worry in him for the older man; as for Tance, the exposure to the
Ranges and the boost to his sadly flagging resonance has given him back a
measure of coherence... enough for him to remember that he and Kesya were
separated on Verron IV, and that he finds it absolutely imperative that
he return to her on that planet.
	But what Tance _doesn't_ know is that Medical has anticipated him,
and has issued orders to the Guild shuttle pilots that he not be admitted
on board any of the departing planetary shuttles. Nor is he aware that
his original return to Ballybran and his badly deteriorated state had
been noticed by one of the current crop of recruits, and that the girl's
concerned enough about him that she sneaks onto the Singer levels to
locate his quarters....

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From Ocher Quadrant, Katya calls out "Excuse me can I come in?".
(To respond: '+answer Out=<message>')
From Ocher Quadrant, Katya calls out "Um...Tance?".
(To respond:  '+answer Out=<message>')

To Ocher Quadrant, Tance, if he is in the room, gives no answer to the buzzing 
  of his door controls. There is, however, a green light signifying that the 
  door is open.

From Ocher Quadrant, Katya slowly walks in
(To respond:  '+answer Out=<message>')
Katya steps in from the hall.
Katya has arrived.
Katya says "Um...hello?"

The suite is a spacious one -- it's a Singer's suite on level 11, after all. 
  The furnishings are nice enough, though perhaps a touch on the shabby side, 
  for what one might expect in the living quarters of a Singer who's been 
  cutting for nearly two centuries. There is no immediate sign of the suite's 
  occupant, though. Most of what's in immediate view has a somewhat dusty 
  look, as if the place hasn't been ouccpied in months; there are, however, 
  possessions strewn across the floor leading to a bank of closets, and 
  there's a figure huddled in that closet, crouching, rummaging through 
  whatever's in there.

Katya Walks around the suite slowly looking at the objects

A pair of black, scuffed shoes -- a rumpled white shirt -- something that 
  looks like a little hand-held laser-powered razor. And as the visitor makes 
  her way into the room, something else sails out of the closet: a carisak, 
  landing with a *plff* noise on the carpet. And the figure in the closet 
  suddenly surges out of it, wild-eyed and frenetic of expression, muttering, 
  "Pack, I gotta pack..."

Katya turns suddenly

That's Tance Vokrim, alright, the same grizzled, disoriented Singer who'd been 
  down in the Infirmary. He pounces upon the carisak and starts stuffing items 
  into it with a frantic kind of energy, muttering all the while, "Shuttle... 
  Shankill, then to Verron IV, they gotta take me, gotta get back, gotta look 
  for her...." His hair is even more wildly disheveled, his eyes worn and dark 
  around the edges; from the look of him, he hasn't gotten a wink of sleep in 
  the last day or so.

Katya lets out a sigh of relief "Tance?"

Tance snaps his gaze up from where he's crouched on the floor, looking at the 
  visitor with no sign of recognition in his weathered face. "Go away," he 
  growls imperiously. "Gotta pack. I gotta go...!"

Katya
Katya appears to be a young girl around 18, she has incredibly fair skin, 
  brown hair that is free flowing about her shoulders, bright green eyes, and 
  an amazingly slim body. She wears a somewhat baggy grey jumpsuit that is 
  stained with bloches of dirt and mud. She wears a silver metalic security 
  monitor bracelet around her ankle. The long gash that sliced from Katya's 
  hip to the front of her left knee has been neatly stapled together, but it 
  does show a little red around the edges due to the infection caused by 
  Samira's cutter. She's using a pair of crutches to get around.
Carrying:
Photograph
Scrap of net

Katya says "Didn't Espra say you had to stay here?"

The Singer surges to his feet, grabbing the half-packed, half-closed carisak. 
  He turns one way and then the next, peering around the room with a 
  surprisingly disoriented air for a man in his own quarters. "Somethin' 
  else," he mumbles huskily, abruptly ferreting through the carisak and then 
  through his pockets; he's still wearing the same jumpsuit he had on in the 
  Infirmary before. "Forgettin' something, I'm forgettin' something.... how 
  the hells should I know, girlie?" This last, snapped again to the unfamiliar 
  young woman who's intruded upon his packing. "Don't know any Espra. Gotta 
  get to Verron IV. Outta my way..." And he surges across the room, starting 
  to search the couch for whatever mysterious item he seeks.

Katya Slowly reaches for Tances shoulder "hey just hold on a minute...my names 
  Katya...and Espra is the medic in the infirmary"

He moves well, for a big man! And for one as disoriented as he seems to be, 
  too. Tance skitters out of reach of the visitor's hand, diving to his knees 
  and tossing couch cushions haphazardly in all directions as he continues his 
  search. "Gotta find it," he mutters in frantic insistence. "I gotta find it, 
  must be here, must..."

Katya says "What are you looking for?"

"Wedding ring," the Singer barks. "Wedding ring. Gotta marry her, I gotta give 
  it to her, gotta find her..." A little moan escapes him and he shoots his 
  feet again, shooting his edgy brown gaze left and right as he shoves a hand 
  through his already hopelessly disheveled hair. "Not here. Karkin'... never 
  mind, get there first, bring her back, she can help me look, yeah..."

Katya speaks softly into her wrist comm. You can just make out "... I don't... 
  you..."
Katya Reaches for his hand "Who are you going to marry?"
Katya's wristunit beeps and she listens to it carefully. You can just make out 
  "... get... shuttle... been... not..."
Katya touches his arm softly "Mmmm? Can't you tell me?"

Tance gives another little moan, stumbling out of the girl's reach, his gaze 
  riveting on one of the pieces of art hanging in the suite: the picture of a 
  pair of figures reflected in a mirror. One of them might well be this 
  Singer, though if it is, he's clean-shaven and with much shorter hair. The 
  other is a young woman with green hair and green skin and vivid blue eyes, 
  and Tance's gaze rests on her image, turning pained and liquid. "Jade," he 
  groans.

Katya says "Is Jade your girlfriend?"
Katya says "Would you like to have some ice cream, and you can tell me about 
  Jade?"

Tance snaps his gaze back around to Katya, his brows drawing together over his 
  dark eyes, his expression turning thunderous. "Don't _want_ ice cream," he 
  growls. "Wanna find Jade. I gotta find her! I gotta find her..." And quite 
  abruptly, he seizes the carisak, and shoots out the door as if he's been 
  launched out of a docking bay.

[Fueled by his determination, Tance storms up from the Singer levels and
 heads outside, looking for the first shuttle he can find to get him off
 Ballybran and up to the Shankill Moonbase. It does not, however, take the
 young recruit long to track him down...]

You leave the Joslin Plateau Facility and emerge onto the black tarmac of the 
  runway. If you plan on leaving the planet, you need to check the flight 
  board in the waiting area.
Shuttle Area by Joslin Plateau Facility
The shuttle area has black coated runways for arriving and departing shuttles 
  to land on. The material is such to withstand the Mach storms of Ballybran. 
  Maintenance personnel have access to the facility through a shuttle-sized 
  lift. The scream of shuttles fill the air reminding you of the sweet, 
  sorrowful sound of crystal shear. Scoria's rays flash off the distant sea 
  resulting in a glorious display of color as Scoria slowly sinks below the 
  horizon. The surrounding flora is mottled with new-growth colors, dusted 
  lightly on the skeletal branches that were, during the winter, the only 
  vestiges of plant life. Buds and blossoms are everywhere, assaulting your 
  eyes with the many hues and your sense of smell, with the fragrances which 
  mix irregardless of propriety in the spring breeze.
The western White Sea throws the tang of salt into the breeze. The northern 
  green-purple hills of the Mansord Upthrust soothes your eyes as they wander 
  from the sharp lines of the Joslin Discontinuity to the south, and on the 
  southern horizon, the Brerrerton Ranges. The ramp to the east leads up to 
  the massive blocks of the Joslin Plateau Facility. Above the entrance is the 
  impressive Guild Shield.
Contents:
Waiting Area
Obvious exits:
Path North Around Complex  Ramp  

Katya emerges from the Joslin Plateau Facility and travels down the ramp.
Katya has arrived.
Katya Runs to Tance out of breath "Espra isn't gonna let you go anywhere tance"

It would seem that others have that idea, too. There's a shuttle pilot, 
  looking _very_ put out, trying to keep the Singer from storming very far out 
  of the shuttle waiting area, and Tance is struggling in the younger man's 
  grasp, growling out vehemently, "Kark it, pup, you aren't gettin' the 
  picture, I _gotta_ get to Verron IV...!"

Katya Touches Tances Shoulder Gently "Tance you don't want to get in trouble 
  do you? come on just calm down and we can go talk"
Katya brushes a little of his hair back "have something to eat?"

"Young lady, you'd better--oof!" The pilot lets out a breathless yelp as he 
  struggles to hang onto the frantic Singer. "_Singer_! Sir, you _can't_ get 
  on the shuttle, I have my orders...!"

"To the nine hells with your orders!" Tance shouts, flailing at the pilot and 
  then at Katya's too-close hands. "I gotta go to Verron IV! Let me on that 
  karkin' ship, dammit!"

Katya Grabs Tances wrist in a vice like grip
Katya says "Tance your not going anywhere!"

"Let. me. _Go_!" snarls the Singer, with one arm gripped by the pilot and the 
  other by the girl. "Let me _GO_ I gotta get on that shuttle! I gotta get to 
  Jade, let me _go_....!" Tance's voice keeps rising in volume, and the 
  shuttle pilot lets out a breathless squawk as the Singer's knee jabs up with 
  a vicious speed into his gut.

Katya says "TANCE!"
Katya says "Your going to get yourself into a lot of trouble, something you 
  don't want!"
Katya says "If you do what the people of the guild here are asking MAYBE 
  you'll get what your requesting!"

Tance rounds on Katya, fury and desperation making his countenance more alert 
  than it's been at any time in the last several days. "Lemme go, girlie, I'm 
  warnin' you -- aigh!" This, as the shuttle pilot wraps an arm around his 
  throat, trying to subdue him. At the same time, the younger man is barking 
  into his wrist unit, "Security! This is Pilot Johansen up in the waiting 
  area, get me security personnel up here on the double!"

Jax emerges from the Joslin Plateau Facility and travels down the ramp.
Jax has arrived.

Wrestling frenetically in the grips of Johansen and Katya, Tance Vokrim looks 
  like a man possessed. Wild brown eyes under his tangled bangs clamp shut as 
  he paws at the arm the shuttle pilot's got around his neck now.

Jax sees the mad Singer and dives for cover.

Wrestling frenetically in the grips of Johansen and Katya, Tance Vokrim looks 
  like a man possessed. Wild brown eyes under his tangled bangs clamp shut as 
  he paws at the arm the shuttle pilot's got around his neck now. <repeat, for 
  Katya>

Katya says "Pilot!"
Katya softens her grip on Tance
Katya Looks him square in the eye

Shaking off the grip of the young recruit is fairly trivial, especially as 
  Katya backs off; the pilot, however, is a tenacious young man, and the 
  fellow barks firmly at the infuriated Singer, "Sir, don't make us stun you!" 
  Running footsteps, in the meantime, herald the arrival of a pair of burly 
  security guards, answering Johansen's wrist unit summons.

"Nine hells of Nirabay," Tance bellows in his cracked baritone, "I gotta get 
  offworld, doncha understand? Lemme go! _Jade_!!"

Katya says "Tance..please calm down, i'm sure Jade doesn't want you to be 
  introuble"

Jax get between the the Singer and the shuttle. Behind the secury guards of 
  course.

Katya says "Calm down please"
Katya takes Tances hand and holds it trying to comfort him

It looks pretty doubtful that reason is going to make it through Tance's 
  shaggy head. He shows absolutely no sign of hearing Katya's entreaties, and 
  writhes around with all the frantic vigor of a trapped animal, trying to get 
  himself into a position where he can deliver a blow into the shuttle pilot's 
  stomach. His hands aren't exactly easy to grasp. Katya can seize one, but 
  the moment she tries, the two men have stumbled out of her reach as the 
  pilot tries to subdue the older man once more.

"Is he rezzing?" mutters one security guard, sizing up the situation with a 
  nervous eye. The other, older and more practiced, simply calls out to the 
  pilot, 'Hold him still" And then the older guard spies Katya; rolling his 
  eyes a bit, he adds to her, "Recruit, get out of the way, _please_!" He 
  hefts his stunner, and advances in on the struggling Singer.

Jax decides he can't really help the trained guards.
Jax goes home.
Jax has left.

Tance's head snaps round in the direction of the approaching guards. And with 
  a burst of strength, he breaks free of the pilot's hold, bent on making a 
  break for the shuttle -- and leaving himself wide open to be pegged by the 
  older guard's stunner. The guard's arm is true, and Tance Vokrim goes down 
  in a crumpled heap, a wince momentarily flashing across his face before he 
  falls over and lies still.

Katya Looks at Tance and shakes her head

His chest heaving, Pilot Johansen stands trying to get his breath back, and he 
  straightens up with painful movements as the older of the two guards kneels 
  by Tance's fallen form, checking for a pulse. He finds one, strong and 
  steady, and only then does he look somewhat relieved. His stunner goes back 
  into its holster, and he glances up at Johansen as he says briskly, "Okay, 
  we'll take it from here; we'll get him down to Medical. The usual report 
  will need to be filed."

"You want to explain to my passengers why I'm going to be delayed?" grumbles 
  the pilot. But it's a halfhearted grumble. Johansen goes stomping tiredly 
  back into the JPF, to locate his passengers for this flight. The security 
  guards are left to hoist Tance's slumped form between them, getting to their 
  feet. And the older one eyes Katya, adding, "Recruit, if you were a witness 
  to this incident, we'll need a report from you, too."

Katya says "Sir is Tance in trouble?"

The younger guard drapes the Singer's arm around his shoulders, while the 
  older, doing the same, fixes a businesslike stare on the young woman. 
  "That'll remain to be seen, Recruit, and it's Medical's call. If you'll 
  excuse us, we need to get this man down to them."

Katya Nods
Katya walks up the ramp and enters the Heptite Guild base.
Katya has left.

[And in short order, the security team hauls the Singer down to Level
 12...]

You walk into the clinic of the infirmary.
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 muted glow for the evening hours. 
Contents:
Espra
Dr. Bear
Catering Unit
Obvious exits:
Medic Shuttle  Private Door  Long Term Care  Short Term Care  Lift  

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

Dragging the slumped figure of Tance Vokrim between them, a pair of burly 
  security guards makes its way into the Infirmary.

Espra glances up from her computer, makes a face when she spots secoffs, then 
  groans when she sees Tance. "What happened?" she asks as she rises hastily.

The older of the pair of guards inclines his head politely to the meditech, 
  reporting, "CS Vokrim tried to leave the planet, ma'am. As per Medical's 
  orders, pilot Johansen tried to detain him, but it took a bit of work to do 
  so."

The younger guard smiles wanly, holding up his side of the unconscious Singer. 
  Between them, Tance lolls, his shaggy head slumped over.

Espra raises her eyes heavenward, gesturing for the pair to move Tance to a 
  biobed. "Let me rephrase, SecOff. What the hell did you do to him?"

The older guard coughs a bit, and replies gruffly as he and his companion 
  settle the Singer down, "Stunner shot, lowest grade."

"We didn't harm him, ma'am," puts in the younger guard, "but he was putting up 
  a fight."

Espra snarls softly, running a scanner over the downed Singer. "Luckily for 
  you two, he's going to be fine. Great Faranku who protects us all, don't 
  tell me that two trained security officers couldn't subdue him without 
  having to resort to a stunner."

The pair of guards exchanges glances. "He... ah, was in the middle of 
  pummeling Pilot Johansen, ma'am," the older one points out. There's a bit of 
  indigance in his voice, but his expression remains polite.

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

Espra sighs as she reluctantly fastens restraints on Tance's wrists and 
  ankles, then snorts, turning to glare at the goons. "Then you chanced 
  stunning Pilot Johansen as well? Oh, that's /real/ intelligent. Perhaps you 
  both need a refresher in reasonable force."

Alec frowns as he walks into the room.

Tance lies slumped in the biobed. Its readings, and Espra's scanner, report 
  healthy enough vital signs, though the Singer's resonance is still 
  considerably lower than what is comfortable.

"With all due respect, ma'am, he _was_ out of the line of fire," protest the 
  older guard.

Espra cocks her head. "Then I don't see how poor Tance here could have been 
  pummeling him so much that you were forced to stun him." She ignores Alec 
  for the moment.

Alec's eyes glare at Katya, he shakse his head, "Not good recruit."

Katya says "I was only trying to help him"

The younger guard, in the meantime, blushes, two spots of red coming into view 
  along his cheekbones. He seems to be following the maxim of discretion being 
  the better part of valor, and leaving this argument up to his partner. His 
  partner, in the meantime, crosses his arms and gazes levelly at the 
  meditech, replying calmly, "Ma'am, the Singer was going to try to storm the 
  shuttle. If we hadn't stunned him, he would not have come along quietly. 
  Again, with all due respect, we won't try to tell you how to do your job if 
  you won't tell us how to do ours."

"And furthermore," adds the older guard, gesturing to Katya, "the Singer 
  seemed about ready to attack the recruit, here."

Alec listens to the guard and chuckles under his breath, then looks back to 
  the recruit, he is about to say something then as the guard speaks he frowns 
  even deeper, "Trying to help him? Doesnt sound like that to me."

Espra snorts, folding her arms. "Do your job correctly, and I wouldn't /have/ 
  to tell you how to do it. Now get out before I demonstrate proper subduing 
  techniques on /you/." She rolls her eyes. "Suuuuuure he was."

Katya says "I went to Tances suite, I met him here in the infirmary a few days 
  ago. I was only trying to make friends"

"You would prefer, ma'am, that we hit him over the head next time?" drawls the 
  guard. With stiff politeness, however, he pivots about on his heel and 
  stalks out, leaving his younger partner to skitter nervously after him. The 
  younger guard, apparently, must be very new to his job.

Alec starts to walk over toward the recruit, his mood not at all happy, "What 
  were your restrictions recruit?!"

Katya says "I don't think the issue here is me ALEC!"
Katya says "I SAW SOMEONE IN NEED AND I TRIED TO HELP!"

Espra turns her back on the departing guards, eyeing Katya with a frown, then 
  she glances at Alec.

Alec holds out his hand, "Well the issue is you, " he starts to count on his 
  fingers, "One, you were confined to the recruit levels. Two, you are in a 
  somewhat medical restriction. 3 This singer could have just as soon as 
  killed you as look at you.. specially in his condition."
Alec looks to the medic and shakes his head.. he pats his belt where the clubs 
  are clipped and moves his lips silently.

Espra's mouth quirks as she watches Katya, then she has to duck her head, 
  muffling a chuckle.

Lying in the biobed, Tance stirs faintly, but he does not wake. His hand 
  twitches once, but does not rise, restrained as it is; perhaps he senses 
  this, for a faint frown darkens his face.

Katya says "Maybe I don't care if he would have killed me, no one else seems 
  to! If I could i'd get myself on the next shuttle to shankill!"

Espra turns immediately, moving swiftly to the bed Tance lies on.

Alec glares at the recruit, "bit late for that im afraid, the symbiot has 
  alread invaded your body.. these restrictions where put on you for a reson 
  recruit! you are already in enough trouble."

"Hnnnnhnnnn..." A faint breathy groan escapes the Singer.

Espra's voice is soft. "Shhhh, Tance. Don't try to speak."

Katya says "What was I thinking when I joined this upside down and backwards 
  guild WHAT WAS I THINKING!"
Katya says "I MUST HAVE BEEN CRAZY!"

The two guards were true to their word; they must have just used enough 
  stunner force to knock Tance for a loop. But still, the Singer seems to be 
  wrestling with consciousness, his eyelids fluttering momentarily, giving a 
  glimpse of dulled brown eyes beneath them.

Espra stalks over to Katya and calmly picks the girl up by her throat. "Be 
  quiet," she says calmly. "Or I'll have you gagged. You're disturbing my 
  patients."

Alec steps up, "I would suggest you keep down your tone miss, this is the 
  infirmary.. You made the decision, now you must live by it.. if you break 
  the rules, you will get punished.. plane and simple. Now, if you will get 
  back to the recruit level, I have to fill out another report. Since you 
  decided to disobey those restrictions set on you.

Katya says "I really hate you you know that Alec...I really do..."
Katya storms out
Katya heads toward the lift area.
Katya has left.

[The unconscious Tance is eventually bundled off into the Short Term Care
 ward, while the usual business of the Infirmary goes on about him. Some
 time later he wakes up again...]

Infirmary> From the direction of the Short Term Care ward comes a hoarse cry, 
  choked off as suddenly as it begins. It is immediately followed by a faint 
  bustle of activity within.

Infirmary> Espra blinks, turning to stalk toward STC.
Espra walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance.
Espra has arrived.
Infirmary> Espra enters Short Term Care.
Infirmary> Espra has left.

That young orderly who'd been given watch over Tance Vokrim the last time he 
  was in here is at it again, leaning over the Singer who's lying on one of 
  the beds in this ward. Vokrim is thrashing where he lies restrained, 
  groaning incoherently while the orderly strives to hold him down, 
  entreating, "Singer, settle _down_... oof..."

Espra sighs, waving the orderly out of her way as she approaches the bed. 
  "Tance?" Her voice takes on a sharp note. "Tance Vokrim!"

The orderly blinks, looking up startledly, and then stepping back with an air 
  of 'he's all yours, lady' -- though the boy is polite enough not to say so.

Tance jerks under the restraints on his biobed, barking out hoarsely, "Lemme 
  go... lemme go..." There's hardly any strength to his voice, though, and his 
  eyes are half-focused, his face very haggard.

Espra shakes her head, her voice at a level high enough to overcome the 
  Singer's entreaties. "You're not going anywhere, Tance. Don't make me sedate 
  you again."
Espra speaks softly into her wrist comm. You can just make out "... found..."

"Gotta get to Verron IV," the Singer insists, alternating between one arm and 
  then the other as he tries to get himself free. "I gotta... nhrnnnn... lemme 
  go..." And Tance's voice trails off into another rasping moan.

Espra's wristunit beeps and she listens to it carefully. You can just make out 
  "Is he..."
Espra's expression slowly hardens. "If she's there, Tance, she'll wait til 
  you're better."
Espra speaks softly into her wrist comm. You can just make out "... Jade."

Infirmary> Gyles walks softly from the lift area.
Infirmary> Gyles has arrived.
Infirmary> Gyles steps in and looks around expectantly, but his face falls 
  just a bit when he finds the room is, once again, deserted.

Tance's brown eyes focus on the face of the medic, with just enough of a 
  glimmer of pained cognizance to make him look almost rational for a moment. 
  "Don't understand," he groans. "You don't... in trouble, I gotta find her, I 
  gotta... my fault..." He apparently hasn't shaken off that stun blast 
  entirely, though, for he slumps in the biobed, his face creased with lines 
  of pain.

Espra speaks softly into her wrist comm. You can just make out "... in..."

Infirmary> Gyles's wristunit beeps and he listens to it carefully. You can 
  just make out "... in..."

Espra's eyebrows arch. "What kind of trouble? What's your fault, Tance?"

Infirmary> Gyles blinks at his chatty wrist comm and wanders off in the 
  indicated direction.
Gyles walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance.
Gyles has arrived.
Infirmary> Gyles enters Short Term Care.
Infirmary> Gyles has left.

Espra beckons to Gyles without taking her eyes off the restrained Singer.

"All my fault," Tance mumbles. His hands securely restrained, he can't shove 
  either of them through his shaggy hair, but he can and does jerk his head 
  side to side. His eyes clamp shut, and one might almost think he's trying to 
  snap his face away from a blow. "All my fault... I lost her, I gotta find 
  her, I gotta find Jade..."

Gyles pauses just inside the door, long enough to take in the layout of the 
  room and the occupants of the beds, of which there is just the one. He joins 
  the medic, quietly, and looks the other singer over, the slightest of smiles 
  crossing his face. I warned him, I did. "He was raving about Jade for most 
  of the trip," he murmers to the medic. "When he wasn't curled up around 
  himself."

Espra sighs, looking up at Gyles. "Make it quick." She reaches out to brush 
  Tance's hair away from his eyes.

"Lemme go," pleads Tance, blinking up at the medic again. His face has turned 
  grimly stoic, offset by a suspicious wetness in those brown eyes and the 
  roughness of his voice. "Please..."

"Right," Gyles nods agreeably. He digs into a pocket and retrieves a black 
  chip of plastic. "Sorting sold that crystal, Tance. Here's your share." He 
  holds up the chit, its black color and Heptite Guild logo plainly visible. 
  "Do you want it here, or shall I have the Administration handle a credit 
  transfer?" He carefully ignores, as usual, any unusual displays Tance might 
  make.

Espra blinks at Gyles. "That's it?" She looks down at Tance, whose words draw 
  a wince from her. "I'd recommend having Admin take care of it." With the air 
  of one who's come to a sudden decision, she leaves the room.
Espra leaves the busy emergency room.
Espra has left.
Infirmary> Espra is finished in Short Term Care and steps into the infirmary.
Infirmary> Espra has arrived.

The Singer on the bed starts at the sound of Gyles' voice, and then blinks 
  those wet brown eyes at the younger man, uncomprehendingly.

Infirmary> Espra heads toward the lift area.
Infirmary> Espra has left.

Gyles leans against the side of the bed, studying the restrained singer. "You 
  don't remember singing with me this week, do you?"

Looking _distinctly_ confused by Espra's sudden disappearance, the orderly 
  who'd been on duty looks nervously after her disappearing figure. Umm? The 
  young man uneasily takes a step towards the Singers, saying to the younger 
  one, "Uh, sir, he's not exactly... coherent right now, it might best if you 
  let him, um..."

Not exactly coherent is probably an understatement; if anything, Tance looks 
  rather more ragged around the edges than he had when Gyles last parted 
  company with him, what's visible of his face turned pale, making his eyes 
  look darker. He stares blankly up at the younger Singer, his brow furrowed 
  in deep thought, and finally he croaks, "Shepherd..."

Gyles glances toward the Orderly and nods distractedly. When Tance speaks, he 
  looks back again. "That's right," he agrees. "I'll have this chit transfered 
  into your account. Roughly 2500 credits!" He watches to see what sort of 
  response Tance might make to the notion that someone really would share a 
  cut.

"Mine?" mumbles Tance, tinily.

Gyles says "All yours," Gyles assures the old singer. "I'll take care of the 
  transfer, unless you want me to just hold it until you Medical releases 
  you?" Assuming Tance would remember to come find me..."

Odd; this appears to have calmed Tance down considerably, if nothing else due 
  to utter astonishment. "Uh... yeah..." he mumbles vaguely, thunderstruck.

Gyles nods and pockets the chit. He turns back to the orderly, as if to ask a 
  question, then shrugs slightly and departs through the door.
Gyles leaves the busy emergency room.
Gyles has left.
Infirmary> Gyles is finished in Short Term Care and steps into the infirmary.
Infirmary> Gyles has arrived.
Infirmary> Gyles heads toward the lift area.
Infirmary> Gyles has left.

[And a short while after Gyles' departure, while Espra is still out of
 the Infirmary on her mysterious abrupt errand...]

Remina jerks awake and looks around. "Where am I?"
Remina looks at you for a moment.

The orderly next to the other occupied biobed in the room turns round at the 
  sound of Remina's stirring, looking rather relieved -- this Singer, at any 
  rate, seems more coherent than the one's has been having to deal with. Tance 
  Vokrim lies under restraints, groaning huskily, while the orderly steps over 
  to Remina and says quietly, "You're in Short Term Care, Singer."

Remina looks from the orderly to Tance. "Is there enough room for the both of 
  us? Because if not I could move to my room, really I feel all better now."

"We have accommodation enough for you both in here, Singer," says the 
  tired-looking young man politely, "but give me a moment, and let me check on 
  your status." The orderly steps up to check Remina's charts, while casting a 
  nervous glance over to the other Singer.

Remina catches the nervous glance, "What's wrong with him?" It's not really a 
  question about his health.

Tance, shaggy-haired, disheveled, and haggard, looks barely conscious at a 
  casual glance. His wrists and ankles are restrained, keeping him in the 
  biobed, and what's visible of his face shows lingering signs of great 
  emotional strain; his eyes are hollowed and dark, and there are streaks of 
  what might be tears there, too. The orderly, in the meantime, murmurs 
  gruffly, "Security had to stun him, ma'am. As for your release... I've been 
  given no instructions as to that yet, I'm afraid, but I'll be happy to get 
  you a meditech as soon as there's one available."

Remina shrugs, "They'll most likily not let me go. Don't wast your trouble. 
  Stunned him? Is he consious? Can I talk to him?"

The orderly's sandy blond brows draw together over his blue eyes, and he says 
  dubiously, "You can try, ma'am, but CS Vokrim isn't exactly... coherent. He 
  woke up some time ago, but that's not saying much."

Remina nods, "Well if I'm going to be stuck talking to myself it will help me 
  think I'm sane if there is someone else here I can pretend is listening." 
  She smiles, "Thank you for your help."

The young man inclines his head politely, and discreetly withdraws, gesturing 
  tiredly at the other Singer lying nearby. "Have at it, ma'am; maybe you can 
  bring him round. But be careful! They'll have my hide if he sets himself off 
  again, and I really don't want to have to sedate him." Shaking his head 
  tiredly, the orderly steps off across the ward to check on some incoming 
  reports on his terminal.

Remina smiles at Tance. "Hello there. I'm Remina. Or so they tell me. Who are 
  you?"

Tance's head snaps around, and he jerks under the restraints for a moment 
  before his brown gaze fixes on the stranger who's addressed him from the 
  other bed. His dark eyes blink several times, and after several seconds in 
  which he seems to be considering the question, the man rasps, "Tance..."

Remina smiles, "Nice to meet you Tance. How are you feeling?"

"M-my name's Tance... I..." The man's gaze wanders up to the ceiling for a 
  moment, as he seems to try to orient himself. There's not much strength to 
  his voice as he mumbles by way of reply, "My head hurts... they won't let me 
  goooo..."

Remina nods, "I know they won't let me leave either. I can't remember who I am 
  or anything and they won't even let me go to my room where familar things 
  might bring back my memory." She sighs. "Oh they said an orderly would go 
  and get anything I wanted but how could I tell what I wanted when I don't 
  know what I have? Ya know?"

This little speech seems to confuse the grizzled Singer. Tance turns his 
  attention back to the woman addressing him, frowning in bemusement, and he 
  blurts, "Too young..."

Remina
A heart shaped face is surrounded by waves of raven hair. Her midnight blue 
  eyes gaze out from beneath long dark lashes, her lips are full and naturally 
  a soft red in color. Her frame is lean and well muscled. She appears average 
  in height if she were to take off her shoes, otherwise she is slightly tall 
  for her body type and gender.
Remina is dressed in fine-cut, blood-red jumpsuit with jet-black trim on the 
  sleeves and collars, the jacket of which is zipped only half way up to 
  reveal a black sleeveless shirt beneath. Black boots and a utility belt 
  complete the outfit. 
 She's taken a blow to the back of the head when her sled crashed. The slight 
  scratch she received is almost entirely healed, but the large bump remains, 
  and the skin around it is a lovely shade of purplish-black. She looks around 
  in confusion, seeming not to know where or who she is.
Carrying:
Remina's Crystal Cutter

Remina blushes, "I'm flattered you think I'm young, but too young for what?"

"Crystal," mumbles Tance. "Making you forget. Too young, girlie..."

Remina smiles, "Oh the crystal didn't do it the bump on my head did. Travis 
  says I crashed in my sled. And my sled is named Bob not me."

The grizzled Singer's brow crinkles under his wildly disheveled bangs, and he 
  stares up dazedly at the younger Singer before finally muttering, "Oh... 
  symbiont'll fix it, then..."

Across the room, the orderly looks up, catching Tance's hoarsely muttered 
  words, and the young man looks rather startled. Keeping a critical eye on 
  the restrained Singer, the orderly nevertheless keeps out of the way, 
  willing to stay unobtrusive as long as this particular intractable patient 
  remains relatively docile.

Remina sighs, "I wish it would work faster." She smiles, "So what made you get 
  in trouble with security?"

This seems to throw Tance for something of a loop, and he stirs uneasily under 
  his restraints. "Th-they won't let me gooOoOoooooo..." he groans huskily. "I 
  gotta go..."

Infirmary> Espra walks softly from the lift area.
Infirmary> Espra has arrived.
Espra walks into Short Term Care looking for medical assistance.
Espra has arrived.
Infirmary> Espra enters Short Term Care.
Infirmary> Espra has left.

Remina looks at Espra. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset him. It wasn't the 
  orderly's fault."

Espra enters to give Remina a tired smile, one hand behind her back. "That's 
  alright, Remina." She gestures to the orderly. "Please escort her to her 
  quarters. You'll find the location on the terminal."
Espra uses her computer access to check Remina out of this room.

The orderly gulps a bit at Espra's entry, hastily returning from his terminal, 
  even as Tance starts again where he lies. Tance's dark gaze shoots round to 
  Espra, as he tries to squirm in the biobed, a difficult prospect while he's 
  under restraint. But at Espra's instruction, the young orderly bobs his 
  blond head, blurting, "Yes ma'am. Uh, Singer, if you'll follow me..." And he 
  turns back round to Remina.

Remina blinks, "I can go?"

Espra nods to Remina even as she pulls up a chair beside Tance's bed. "Yup. 
  You're out of here. Now remember, you can wander the complex, talk to 
  people, whatever. Just don't try leaving the planet or taking a sled out."

"Me," blurts Tance. "Lemme go, too, I gotta go, _please_..."

Remina nods, "Yes, ma'am." She looks at Tance. "His he going to be alright?"

Looking as impassive as he can manage -- which, with his guileless young face, 
  isn't all that impassive -- the orderly patiently waits for Remina, near the 
  exit out.

Espra nods, her expression softening as she watches Tance. "He'll be fine. Oh, 
  and Remina? If you start remembering anything, please let us know." Her full 
  attention turns to the restrained Singer. "Yes, Tance, very soon, but 
  first..." She produces a bowl of peach ice cream from behind her back. "Look 
  what I got for ya."

Remina nods silently and follows the orderly out.
Remina leaves the busy emergency room.
Remina has left.
Infirmary> Remina is finished in Short Term Care and steps into the infirmary.
Infirmary> Remina has arrived.
Infirmary> Remina heads toward the lift area.
Infirmary> Remina has left.

Frightened brown eyes flick from face to face, before coming back to rest on 
  Espra's face and frame. Then Tance's gaze flicks for a moment to the ice 
  cream, and in reaction, he can be seen to grimace. "Don't want any," he 
  mutters petulantly, trying to lift an arm again and failing.

Espra chuckles, leaning back in her seat. "Hey, all the more for me then." The 
  bowl dips out of sight for a moment before rising to meet the spoon. And 
  from the blissful look on her face, it must be the most wonderful peach ice 
  cream in the galaxy.

The Singer frowns plaintively, watching that blissful expression blossom into 
  being across Espra's countenance. His own stubborn expression wavers a 
  little, and he tries yet again to lift a hand, to reach for the bowl -- only 
  to be hampered by the restraint on his wrist. "Not fair," he complains 
  gruffly.

Espra smiles, setting the bowl down on the floor. Swinging a tray over Tance's 
  legs, she adjusts the bed to a sitting position and releases the straining 
  hand. Then she reaches down, fumbling with the bowl for a moment before 
  placing it on the tray. "There you go. Ah, there you are." She beckons to 
  the returning orderly, then crosses the room to meet him, keeping her voice 
  pitched below the singer's hearing. "Make sure he eats all of that, and keep 
  talking to him. Quietly, and calmly."

_And say -what-?_ the orderly's expression broadcasts, but what he murmurs 
  back is, "Er... yes, ma'am..."

Espra smiles grimly at the orderly, still keeping her voice low. "And if you 
  mess /this/ up, I'll have you doing nothing but cleaning bedpans for a 
  month." With that, she glances over at Tance for a long moment, then heads 
  out.
Espra leaves the busy emergency room.
Espra has left.

[End log.]