Log Date: 12/11/98 Log Cast: Sauscony, Tance Log Intro: Young security guards have much better memories than Crystal Singers who are two centuries old, as a general rule... and the security guard Sauscony in particular retains concerned memories about Tance Vokrim, from the night she'd had to pull him, intoxicated, off the Hangar Floor. As the Passover draws ever nearer and proceeds to slam everyone in the Guild with symbiote hunger and then impending symbiote hibernation, the woman decides to pay this particular grizzled old Singer a visit... ---------- Sauscony steps in from the hall. Sauscony has arrived. Sauscony smiles at Tance as she comes in, "How you doing?" The opening of the door had barely roused the Singer; Tance is lying sprawled ungracefully upon his couch, looking extremely drowsy. Only when Sauscony makes her entrance and speaks does he actually seem to rouse, and then violently, starting up off the couch with a sleepy cry of "wha? Mach storm? Off my claim..." Sauscony shakes her head and says in a soothing voice, "You're not in the ranges Tance. There isn't any storm." [symbiont] It takes effort to realize that your stomach is growling. It takes more to try and do something about it despite the queasy feeling the idea of food gives you. You're sure that you'll never make it all the way to the catering unit or nearest food source -- you're, quite literally, asleep on your feet. And on the couch. And leaning against the wall. The Singer, his hair and clothes all rumpled from sleep, his eyes childlike and drowsy in his lined face, blinks bemusedly up at the woman who's come into his suite. He's half-fallen off the couch now, though still propped against it. "Who're you?" he mumbles. Sauscony blinks as the tiredness hits then does her best to fight it off, she goes over and sits down next to Tance, "I'm Sauscony, remember?" The crystal resonance in your body is growing louder and harder for you to ignore. Sauscony looks at you for a moment. Sauscony says tiredly, "You hungry?" Tance blinks, seven or eight times, then rubs the back of his hand across his eyes. "Don't remember you," he murmurs, the gruffness left from his voice, his tone a bit dreamy, a bit higher than what might be normal for him. Sauscony blinks some herself, trying to stay awake, "From that night in the hangar. Remember?" "Wh-what night in the Hangar?" Sauscony says softly, "The one where you were drunk and tried to head out into the ranges." Tance peers at the young woman, his brow crinkled in puzzlement under his disheveled grizzled hair -- considerably shorter than the last time Sauscony had seen the man, too. Somebody, it appears, has given Tance Vokrim a trim. As the clarification is delivered, though, it brings the beginnings of a frown of dismay to his face. "I was... drunk?" Sauscony nods and says soothingly, "Yes." Tance's dismayed frown stays in place. His gaze drifts off across the room, and after a moment he mumbles. "Oh yeah..." Sauscony takes Tance's hand and says, "You remember?" perhaps with a bit of suprise in her voice as well, he's a singer and he's old. She doesn't expect him to remember. His hand, taken, jerks involuntarily, and Tance snaps his startled gaze back around to Sauscony. Reeling under Passover-induced sleepinesss though he might be, Tance nevertheless manages to scoot back a bit from the unexpected visitor. "Remember bein' drunk," he admits. Sauscony lets go of Tance's hand as it seems to disturb him, not completely awake herself she says, "That's good." Indeed, the man's clearly unsettled. "What'd I do?" he asks in uncomfortable tones. "What're ya doin' in my rooms?" Sauscony says softly, "You tried to attack a sledtech. I was just stopping in to see how you're doing, I can leave if you'd prefer that." You feel the constant buzz of crystal in your body. "I... I don't... _know_ you, girlie," Tance mumbles uneasily. "You... saw me, when I was..." He trails off. Sauscony stiffens a bit at being called girlie then relaxes again, she says quietly, "I understand." Tance swallows, his dark sleepy gaze going troubled enough to make him look somewhat more alert. "I... I mean... you _saw_ me, when I was... drunk?" This is more of a question this time; the idea seems to disturb him. Sauscony nods and says in a manner that she hopes will calm him down some, "Yes." He seems calm enough... but still, troubled. The weathered face reddens, and perhaps intentionally, perhaps not, his attention lifts up to the painting of himself and a green-skinned young woman on the wall. "The sledtech... they're... okay?" he asks gruffly. Sauscony nods, "Noone was hurt. Don't worry about it, you won't get in any trouble." she hopes silently for whatever is troubling him to go away. "And you came... to see me?" asks the Singer. _This_ idea seems to baffle him, too. Perhaps he's either not visited that often, or his memory is such that he doesn't manage to remember his visitors that well? Sauscony nods and says softly, "Yes." whatever she may desire she gives him his space. [symbiont] The crackle of thunder booms ominously behind you and lightning flashes. A deep moan of thrilling sound moves up your spine, escalating higher and higher, moment after moment. It takes a few moments of nothingness to realize that you were asleep, that you're only halfway awake now. Your sense of smell picks up the scents of nearby food, and your stomach roils in rebellion, your gorge very nearly rising to your throat. Luckily, nothing comes of it as sleep claims you once again. Back to the dreams. Tance's attention drifts off... clearly, the man is right on the verge of curling up into a Crystal-Singer-sized ball right here and right now. He starts, though, and mumbles slurrily, sounding not unlike he had done when he'd been intoxicated before, "Oh... wha' for?" Sauscony blinks groggily, almost asleep, "I wanted to see you." she says faintly. The resonance rushing through your ears is constantly distracting you. Sauscony finally stops being able to fight and slumps back against the couch asleep. [End log.]