Log Date:
	2/10/99

Log Cast:
	Bronwen, Tance

Log Intro:
	It is an eternal cycle for many older Singers -- and younger ones
too, for that matter, but it often seems more of a problem for the older ones
-- cut, go back into debt, cut, go back into debt, until the memory blurs
and there is little more to life besides the need for the crystal. For Tance
Vokrim, a man who has been in pain ever since the loss of his beloved Kesya
As'shoriah, this old familiar cycle is not exactly welcome... but it is in
a way something of a comfort, for it is beginning to take the edge off his
grief for his lost love. 
	Still, though, there is one thing that Tance tends to remember quite
clearly, and that is that a gruff old karker such as himself surely can't
be of much interest to the new, young, eager Singers of the Heptite Guild,
the ones whose brains are still intact. But there is one particular young
woman who seems determined to prove him wrong... and determined to get into
his erratic recall by simple virtue of riling his temper....

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You walk into the lounge.
Singer Common Lounge
This is where Singers can meet and relax after a hard day of work. Chairs and 
  sofas are scattered around in conversational groupings. Several bright 
  stripes lead off to the various Singer accommodation quadrants.  
Contents:
  Tance, just standing there 
  Bronwen, just standing there
  Shepherding Manual 
  Online Terminal 
  Shepherd Board 
  Planetary Brochure 
  Catering Unit
Obvious Commands ("." for list):
  .wander  .look  .wait  .pace  .couch  .pillows  .table  .catering unit
Obvious Exits:
  Level 11  Level 10  Level 9

Bronwen plops down in a big pile of fluffy pillows on the floor.

His cutter slung off his shoulder, Tance trudges in off of Level 11, with the 
  absentminded air of a man who is decidedly not watching where he is going. 
  Muttering to himself, he shoves a restless hand through his hair, and only 
  when he gets several steps into the room does he catch himself and look 
  around in startlement.

Bronwen looks up from where she lounges in the pile of pillows, she grins 
  slowly as she spies Tance. "Evening, Master Tance. And what brings you to 
  the lounge?"

Master? Wha--oh. Tance turns, a light frown curling his mouth, and peers 
  bemusedly down at the younger Singer. "I was headed for the lift," he states 
  gruffly.

If you pay attention to it, the crystal resonance can be heard coursing 
  through your body at all times.

Bronwen nods. "Lift? Ahh, yes. And instead you just popped in here to see lil 
  ol' me?"

"I didn't know you were in here--" Tance barks out, the frown shifting towards 
  a scowl, though slightly lessened in force by an uncomfortable brown gaze. 
  He waves at the air in frustration for a moment, as if trying to pull a name 
  out of it, and finally he finishes grumpily, "--whatever the kark your name 
  is, girlie. I'm goin' out to cut. 'Scuse me."

Bronwen looks down at her arm in the cast, then back up at the older singer, 
  her pale eyes larger somehow. "I know that you really came in here to see 
  me, so you can just drop the pretence, Master Tance."

Tance blinks. And then gapes, flabbergasted. "What?" he demands, his gaze 
  blank with uncomprehension.

Bronwen props herself up on the pillows and nods, thinking about it. "Well, 
  you are always running into me. Here, up in the hangar. You even try to make 
  it look like you were in the tubs the other day first. And did you look away 
  when I was getting naked? No, I don't think that you did."

Tance blinks again, and then his expression begins to turn thunderous. 
  "You're... what, you think I'm _following_ you?" he demands, his voice 
  rising.

Bronwen blinks those large pale eyes at you, ever so innocently. "Yes, I do." 
  She frowns. "So why are you following me?"

"I _wasn't_ following you!" Vokrim bellows, at a fine furious volume to boot. 
  Thrusting out a forefinger to point it sternly at the young woman, he goes 
  on in a harsh growl, "I dunno what kind of game you think you're playin', 
  girlie, but I'll tell ya right now, you can stop it! I don't follow women 
  around, you got that?!"

If you pay attention to it, the crystal resonance can be heard coursing 
  through your body at all times.

Bronwen stares at the finger, then looks back up at the man, her face 
  perfectly composed. "So you follow around boys, Master Tance?"

"I DON'T FOLLOW AROUND ANYBODY!" Tance thunders. Infuriated, he whirls on a 
  boot heel and stalks for the first exit that meets his sight.

[End log.]