[NOTE: This log is _probably_ dated shortly after my initial creation
of the characters of Tamber and Jerrik, which would have been around  
May of 1994. Looking back on it, I obviously didn't have Tamber al-Acorrin's
character concept down yet -- here, Tamber is not the smooth individual
developed in later roleplay. But I'm preserving this log as is for
posterity anyway. :) - Kevlan's player.]

Game Room
You enter into a chaotic hodgepodge of sights and sounds. Slowly, the chaos 
  resolves itself into individual pockets of activity. Along one wall are old 
  holovid games interspersed with newer virtual reality games. In the middle of 
  the room are a couple of pool tables with old-fashioned pool hall lights 
  hanging over them. In the corner, a pair of guild members are playing a fast 
  and furious game of air hockey. You see a curious table off to the side. On 
  closer examination you realize it is a stratagema game board. Scattered 
  throughout the room are tables where guild members can sit and talk, or play 
  cards or other board games. One section of a wall is dedicated to darts. You 
  notice that in spite of symbiont-enhanced senses, there are a lot of holes in 
  the wall around the dart board.
Obvious exits:
Lifts  

Elissa dodges a mis-thrown dart as her walks in from the lift area.
Elissa pokes her head in, then smiles. "Kev! I thought I saw you in here."

Kevlan stands leaning over a pool table, cue in hand, but at the sound of your 
  voice, he very nearly drops the cue as he looks startledly looks up. 
  "'Lissa...!"

Sean dodges a mis-thrown dart as his walks in from the lift area.

Elissa chuckles and rubs her damp hair with a towel, obviously just back from 
  the sauna at the gym. "I didn't know you played pool."

Sean enters grumbling and smiling, covered with a bit of scum, and carrying a 
  gym bag.

Kevlan shifts slightly from foot to foot, and murmurs somewhat sheepishly, 
  "Ain't done it much in a while.... "

Sean shakes his head, smiling. "Nothing personal, but you Singers are slobs."

Elissa nods to Sean as she wanders over to the pool table, rubbing the ends of 
  her hair. "Me either, it's been...." she pauses. "I don't know, a long time."

Sean laughs a bit. "Those sleds are gross. But I'm trying to do my duty as a 
  good little recruit."
Sean looks at the pool table. "What's this for?"

Kevlan flicks a sidelong glance at the recruit, and he says gruffly to him, 
  "Ain't been a Singer long enough t' be a slob yet, recruit." His gaze shifts 
  back to Elissa, somewhat nervously, as he adds, "It's f'r pool."

Sean looks puzzled. "Pool? There's no water."

Elissa rolls her eyes, grinning. "Sean, it's an ancient game from Terra."

Kevlan shakes his head as he retrieves some of the balls from the slot in the 
  side. "Not 'a pool'. Jes'... pool."

Sean glances between the two singers. "uhm...Am I interrupting something?"
Sean nods. "Ok. My planet isn't much for games. 'Cept me."

Elissa
Originally hailing from Syrine, Elissa has eyes the same soft green shade as 
  that warm planet's waters. Thick waves of dark blonde hair occasionally drift 
  into those eyes, only to be impatiently pushed back. She is slender, and not 
  too tall, perhaps only a few inches over five feet, but she's surprisingly 
  strong and terribly outgoing. Occasionally though, even this gregarious young 
  woman, who seems to be in her early second decade, can get the distant light 
  in her eyes so typical of Crystal Singers. She is dressed in a simple grey 
  workout suit, a pair of snug shorts and a shirt tied up at the midriff to 
  reveal a brilliant green bathing suit underneath.
Elissa gives you a grin, her eyes flashing with a mischievious glint. She seems 
  relaxed and in a pleasant mood.
Her left arm is enclosed in a cast from her wrist to her shoulder as the elbow 
  bones knit back together. A sling holds the cast close to her body.

Kevlan suddenly stiffens, and blurts, looking at the other Singer, "'Lissa...! 
  Wh... what happened?"
Kevlan's blue eyes have widened, and he's gone palpably pale.

Sean glances at the pair sheepishly. "Uh..I'll be in the gym. Later guys. 
  Three's a crowd right now."
Sean leaves the game room.

Elissa shakes her head, looking puzzled. "No, not at all...I was just back from 
  working out my good arm and taking a sauna bath." She laughs at Kevlan's 
  startlement. "Oh, you mean my arm? Stupid me, I tripped on a shard at that 
  black claim of mine and Michael's."

Kevlan looks you up and down worriedly; he's unconsciously taken a step or two 
  closer, and when he realizes this, he looks down at the floor and blushes. 
  "Oh... Ah... Ah see... "

Elissa folds up her towel and places it neatly on a chair as to not to get the 
  chair wet as she sits down. "It's not too bad really...it feels better 
  already."

Kevlan stammers, "Ah-Ah-Ah'm glad... you're okay'n' all... "

Sean dodges a mis-thrown dart as his walks in from the lift area.
Sean enters again. "Blast it, forgot some change of clothing again. What's 
  shaking, guys?"

Kevlan's hands - those long lean fingers so at home on gitar strings - clutch 
  the pool cue tightly now, as he leans against the pool table; perhaps for 
  support. He ventures huskily, "So... you an' Michael're... c-cuttin' 
  okay...?" He glances at Sean again, and nods gruffly.

[Kevlan loses his connection. :( While he is gone, Adriana enters... ]

Sean grins at his classmate, then returns his gaze to the table. "So what *are* 
  you supposed to do with all of this."

Adriana says "Yes, for a moment there I thought you had gotten an easy 
  transition."

Elissa laughs. "Good gods, y'all haven't been here long enough to get sick yet."

Sean laughs. "Heh. My luck, the loudmouthed guy gets rejected, as I said."
Sean grins. "I did have a transition of sorts. I had the transition from clean 
  recruit to filthy dirtbag. The sleds are in quite a state."

Adriana moves over to Sean and gives him a big bear hug.

Sean hugs her back, smiling broadly.

Adriana grins evilly.

Sean looks at Elissa. "Do they just credit my account, or what?"

Kevlan, as others start arriving in the room, seems to unaccountably relax 
  slightly. He quirks a half-grin at Sean's talk of sleds, as he returns his 
  attention to replacing the pool balls on the surface of the table.

Sean smiles at Adriana.

Elissa stands up, shaking out her towel and placing it in a corner where she can 
  watch Kevlan shoot pool. She plops down and begins slowly stretching out. 
  "Yep Sean, it'll be credited to your account if the chief sled tech thinks 
  you did a good job."

[Once more, Kevlan drops carrier. :p When he returns, Sean and Adriana are
 both gone.]

Kevlan murmurs under his breath, "Corbin's a bograt," but his tone is not 
  unkind. He blinkblinks, though, as the recruits vanish, and suddenly blushes 
  again.

Elissa hides a grin and goes back to slowly stretching. "Having a little tiff 
  with Corbin, Kev? What is it they call you again?"

Kevlan flicks you a horrified glance. "Aw, freg, 'Lissa," he mumbles 
  embarrassedly. "Ain't mah fault... "
Kevlan shifts from foot to foot, turning crimson.

Elissa looks up from her rather contorted position on the floor, slightly 
  puzzled. "What's wrong? Did they call you something bad? Honestly, Kev, I 
  have no idea, those sled techs never talk loud enough."

Kevlan mumbles sheepishly, "G... had."

Elissa leans forward, trying to catch the name. "What was it, 'Goahead?'"

Kevlan jerks his gaze up at you startledly, and if possible, blushes even more 
  deeply. "No... uh... G... Galahad."

Elissa stands up, reaching for her towel and folding it as neatly as possible 
  with one arm in a sling. She seems to be grinning, but doesn't look at you as 
  she asks, "Why, out of all the things to call you, do they call you 
  'Galahad'?" Her voice is rich with laughter.

Kevlan pokes at one of the balls on the table with his cue, sending it 
  skittering across the tabletop. "Ah-Ah... he... uh... came outta this ol' 
  Terran storybook... "

Elissa leans one hip against the pool table, grinning. "Ok, tell me the story."

Kevlan, blushing, doesn't meet your gaze as he stumbles over his words: "He... 
  he was this knight, see... "

Elissa picks at the corner of her towel, obviously amused. "Come on Kevlan, 
  what do they really call you?"

At the door of the game room, there comes a burst of masculine laughter. 
  "Ma'am, you ain't gonna get it out of Galahad here," says the voice of a new 
  arrival.

Elissa turns and nods, smiling at the sled techs. "Afternoon guys."

Kevlan looks up, and looks faintly queasy as he tries to manage a smile at the 
  newcomer: Jerrik the sled tech, and behind him, fairly radiating amusement, 
  Tamber, the Sorter.
 
Tamber sidles easily into the room, and winks at Kevlan, who seems to be trying 
  to invent new shades of red to blush. "Galahad was a Knight of the Round 
  Table, ma'am," he clarifies for Elissa's benefit.

Jerrik, the shorter and stockier of the newly arrived pair, leans against the 
  door frame, grinning as he glances from face to face, reading lips.

Elissa um-hmms at Tamber, smiling. "I just don't get why you guys call him 
  that."

Kevlan grumbles, "Ah don't wanna hear this... "

Tamber beams, and claps Kevlan on the shoulder. "Well, ma'am, it's like this... 
  Galahad, the story says, was the most holy of the knights... "

Jerrik puts in, "And very courteous to ladies."

Kevlan can't seem to decide whether he's going to turn scarlet or green.

Elissa laughs and claps her hands, smiling. "I see, it's because he's so sweet 
  to everyone, right?"

Tamber drapes a companiable arm about the young Singer, conveniently preventing 
  his escape, and he goes on expansively, "I can't guarantee this, ma'am, but I 
  personally believe Galahad also sang like an angel."

Jerrik chuckles, his laugh deep and gruffly pleasant. "That's about the size of 
  it, ma'am."

Kevlan fixes his gaze on the ground, muttering, "Ah'm gonna whop you, Tamber... "

Elissa grins, watching Kevlan turn strange colors. "Y'all tease him too much, 
  look at him, he's fuscia!"

The Sorter grins at his friend, and says mock-threateningly, "You might be a 
  black crystal singer, boy, but >I< get to sell your cuts."

Jerrik hehs and adds, "And who do you think keeps _Teesa Narie_ tuned up for you 
  when you're warbling like a bird?"
 
Kevlan shifts restlessly, and shoots a nervous glance at Elissa, perhaps hoping 
  her curiosity has been satisfied, at least. Tamber gives him a friendly punch 
  on his shoulder before swinging into a chair nearby, crossing his legs on a
  low table in front of him.
 
Elissa sighs and chuckles. "Guys, go easy on him, his head is going to pop with 
  how high his blood pressure is." She swings her towel around her shoulders. 
  "When did you start calling him Galahad?"

Jerrik adds to Elissa complacently, "Not that he doesn't keep _Teesa_ in good 
  shape for us, anyhow. Eh? Oh, that got going when he was a recruit, ma'am!"

Tamber says smoothly, "It just seems to fit." He waggles his eyebrows.

Kevlan endeavors to look as inconspicuous as possible.

Tamber's expression settles into a more earnest grin, as he regards Kevlan. 
  "Should have heard him, ma'am, you could hear his voice clear across the 
  hangar in the middle of a mach storm -"

Elissa grins and goes over to shove Kevlan with her shoulder in a friendly way. 
  "Come on, tell me how you got the name....there had to have been some 
  horrible thing you did for these bums to tease you with it." She winks at 
  Jerrik and Tamber.
Elissa looks surprised. "Why in the world were you singing in a mach storm?"

"Certainly the only recruit >I've< ever heard singing when he's cleaning sleds, 
  and I've been here for years!" Tamber adds.

Kevlan mumbles sheepishly, "Felt like th' thing t' do at th' time... "

Jerrik laughs as he ambles over to pick up one of the other pool cues; with a 
  few deft aims, he sends several of the balls whirling into various pockets. 
  "Those of us who don't have to listen to recruits singing at the tops of 
  their lungs can't comment," he says dryly.

Tamber grins. "Well, it _was_ inspirational, Kev."

Elissa shakes her head. "Kevlan, you are flat out the most unusual man I've 
  ever met. You sang while you cleaned sleds?" She grins. "I could barely 
  breathe while I did it."

Tamber observes cryptically, "Not to mention inspired... " As Kevlan flashes 
  the Sorter a frantic glance, Tamber winks, and goes on simply, "Let's just 
  say the boy has a lot of heart in him, ma'am."

Elissa hmms and looks puzzled over Kevlan's frantic expression.

Kevlan wilts a little, and takes hasty refuge in the distraction of trying to 
  counter Jerrik's clearly expert shots across the pool table while avoiding 
  Elissa's gaze. On the table's other side, Jerrik's black eyes watch the young 
  Singer knowingly.

Elissa nods. "Well, you can stop worrying, Kevlan, I'll stop pestering your 
  friends about your nickname for now." She grins. "Although, curiosity is an 
  asset to a Singer, you know...I won't forget this too quick."

Tamber smiles, green eyes twinkling, and he idly ruffles through a deck of 
  cards. "You won't ma'am," he says encouragingly to Elissa, though he promptly 
  shuts up and looks innocent at another glare from Kevlan.

Elissa smiles, obviously suspicious that she's not in on the joke. "Ok, now I 
  feel like I'm about to get teased, so if you'll pardon me, I'm going to go 
  change into some decent clothes." She grins, winkning at Kevlan.

Kevlan blurts at Elissa, "Ah... Ah'm glad... you're okay, an' ever'thin'... "

Behind Kevlan, Jerrik and Tamber exchange wise glances.

Elissa rubs her arm gently. "I just hope it heals quick, I like to be out there 
  singing to the stones." She smiles and waves bye to Tamber and Jerrik.

Kevlan smiles lopsidedly, his gaze soulful for a moment.

Elissa walks out, swinging her towel.
Elissa leaves the game room.