Log Date: 3/20/96
Log Intro: Troubled by what for him is a persistently nagging memory --
of shouting at Kesya, and without real cause -- Tance Vokrim has been
wandering randomly around the Guildhall. He's slept outside, and in
corners and under stairwells, but still the memory nags at him. Annoyed
at himself, and not understanding why he hasn't managed to forget yet
that he snarled at the green-skinned Singer, Tance eventually decides he
needs to find her and do something about it...

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Lift Area - GF
The ground floor of the JPF is the main activity hub seconded only by the 
  infirmary (*gulp*). The Hangar is the largest area of this level. The 
  sorting floor is the most active. Several multicolored and textured stripes 
  run through the corridors indicating functional areas. 
This well carpeted area circumscribes a circle with the center being filled by 
  a shiny lift tube. On the doors to the tube are the letters GF. There is a 
  button set into the wall, you may summon a 'lift.'
Contents:
Lift 3
Recycler Slot
Obvious exits:
Hangar  Sorting  Reception Area  

Lift 1 arrives with a soft *whoosh*.
Lift 1 has arrived.

Shana emerges from the efficient lift.
Shana has arrived.
Shana walks towards the hangar.
Shana has left.

Lift 1 leaves with a soft *whoosh*.
Lift 1 has left.
Lift 1 arrives with a soft *whoosh*.
Lift 1 has arrived.

Maxwell emerges from the efficient lift.
Maxwell has arrived.
Maxwell looks at you for a moment.

Tance slinks in from outside, glowering vaguely.

Maxwell nods to Tance, taking in everything before speaking, "CS Vokrim."

Tance skids to a halt, starts, and squints at the man who has emerged from the 
  lift. He blinks three or four times before barking out vaguely, "Um. Sir."

Maxwell
This man is neither particularly impressive of physique nor commanding of 
  presence, yet something in his demeanor speaks of ready, quiet authority. 
  Short brown hair, tinged with salt-and-pepper streaks of grey, frames a 
  slighty craggy face that might have been weathered by sun and wind, long 
  ago. His alert dark brown eyes seem to miss very little that passes before 
  him.
He is clad in an impeccably tailored, if practically simple, jumpsuit of a 
  dark midnight blue; on the left breast pocket, in richly metallic threads, 
  is embroidered the dodecahedral sigil of the Heptite Guild.

Tance looks around, bemusedly, and adds, "Not here...."

Maxwell raises an eyebrow a fraction, "Where?"

Tance frowns absently, clutching his cutter in his left arm. He scowls at the 
  floor, and at the question, mutters in a distraught tone, "Can't find her. 
  Knew I'd forget."

Maxwell nods slightly to himself, "Who are you looking for?"
"Green... the green 'un... Jade... kark it, don't remember..." The Singer 
  scowls again, glancing in all directions.
Maxwell sighs just a bit to himself, "I'm afraid I can't help, Singer. I'll 
  let you return to your search."

Tance visibly... slumps, and mumbles, "How hard c'n it be, she's green... 
  probably kidding anyway... faugh... out cutting black now... kark the whole 
  thing..." He shuffles off, towards the Hangar, clutching his cutter all the 
  way.

[The old dazed Singer continues to wander the Guildhall, till at last
 he finds himself back down, out of sheer force of habit, in the Infirmary.]

You walk into the clinic of the infirmary.
Infirmary(#403RAM)
A complex array of computers monitor patient condition in the various rooms of 
  the Infirmary. In front of this bank of terminals are two comfortable chairs 
  for the medics on duty. Across the screens streams a constant flow of data. 
  While there is 'monitor help', only fully trained, professional medical 
  personnel are permitted to utilize this facility.
Contents:
Nadine
Catering Unit
Obvious exits:
Long Term Care  Short Term Care  Lift  

Nadine sits behind a desk, quite literally buried in paperwork. Or research 
  papers, it's hard to tell. She's so absorbed in her reading that she doesn't 
  hear footsteps.

Tance slinks into the Infirmary, frowning vaguely. "Gotta be here somewhere... 
  I remember... can't be too hard to find... freg it..."

Nadine jumps and looks up, startled by the voice. "Ah, Tance. Can I help you?"

Tance whirls. "Wha?"

Nadine tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You seem to be looking 
  for something. Can I help you?"

Tance blinks. Then narrows his eyes, peering at the ear behind which the hair 
  is tucked. "You. Ears... she has to be here too..." He totters a few steps 
  through the rooms, looking in all directions.

Nadine bites her lip to cover a smile and nods. "That's right. Nadine. I 
  thought you might remember. What, or who, are you looking for?"

Tance completely misses the smile, as he's scowling off down a hallway. 
  "Green. The green one... must be here... I remember..."

Nadine smiles, "That's Kesya. But she's not here, I haven't seen her in quite 
  a few days."

Tance ohs. Then his scowl wavers, confusedly. "Gotta find her."

Nadine drops a datapad on top of the piles of paperwork and steps around the 
  desk. "Have you checked her quarters?"

Tance blinks. "I..." He frowns to himself, starts to nod, then to shake his 
  head, and finally he scowls again. "No use anyway, get lost every time I 
  turn around, crazy old..."

Nadine smiles, "JPF is hard to navigate sometimes. I must admit, I only visit 
  three of the floors around here. If I went anywhere else, I think I'd get 
  lost. I can find out where her quarters are, if you like. It shouldn't be 
  too difficult."

Tance mumbles, "Don't need quarters... just find her... tell her... nah, won't 
  listen..." His scowl fades into a disheartened frown.

Nadine's brow creases in a frown. "What makes you think I won't listen?"

Tance studies the floor, mumbling on, "Won't wanna listen anyway, can't be 
  real, serves me right..."

Nadine smiles and says, "I'm here, aren't I? If I didn't really want to 
  listen, would I still be here?"

Tance slides a look more or less at the medic and mumbles dolefully, "She. 
  Green'n. Won't listen."

Nadine again tucks the persistent strand of hair behind her ear. "So sure of 
  that, are you? She seemed to be listening the other day when we were all 
  here."

Tance's shoulders slump, and his voice drops, too, as he mutters something.

Nadine perches on the edge of one of the beds. "What was that? My hearing 
  isn't what it used to be."

Tance barks, "YELLED!"

Nadine nods, confusedly. "I see. I think."

Tance turns away, crestfallen, and mumbling something else. "... can't 
  forget... won't listen anyway... kark it..."

Nadine sighs, "You know.. I get tired of being told I won't listen. But it's 
  your choice whether you want to talk to me or not, Tance. I'll listen if you 
  need to talk, but if you don't want to talk to me, that's fine."

Tance wails, "Don't mean you!" and stalks towards the door, turning an odd 
  shade of red.

Nadine mumbles quietly to herself about just being a trauma doc and nothing 
  more than that. She hops off the bed and follows, a bit hesitantly. "Tance, 
  I'm sorry."

Tance freezes, and hugs his cutter to him, then peers warily over his 
  shoulder. "That," he mutters. "Tell her that."

Nadine blinks. "Tell Kesya?"

Tance scowls down at the floor again.

Nadine nods. "Okay, I'll tell her."

Tance mutters at the floor, "Eiftu." Or something that sounds like that, 
  anyway.

Nadine asks quietly, "Anything else I should tell her?"

Tance blinkblinks, then looks up partways, woeful. "You're gonna tell her....?"

Nadine smiles and nods, "Of course I will, as soon as I see her next."

Tance pauses, apparently flabbergasted by this concept. An odd mix of relief 
  and shame flickers through his expression, momentarily displacing his usual 
  confused half-scowl.

Nadine smiles. "So? Is there anything else you want me to tell her?"

Tance finally mumbles, "Better anyway... say it better... I'll kark it up.." 
  He twitches at the question, and with suddenly wide eyes, vehemently shakes 
  his head.

Shayna strides into the room, eyeing Tance. "Heya, Nadine, need any help?"

Nadine nods, "Okay, Tance."
Nadine's eyes flicker to Shayna for half a second; she shakes her head, then 
  looks back up at Tance.

Tance jerks around, yelping, "AIGH!" at the sound of the new voice. Without 
  recognition, he eyes Shayna blankly, then edges away, quivering.

Shayna nods, then hooks a chair with her toes, swiveling it around and then 
  plopping down into it. "Okay." She shrugs and turns to the terminals, 
  tapping in a few keys and watching info scroll by.
Shayna spares Tance a glance, narrowing her eyes at him. "Something wrong 
  Singer?"

Nadine watches Tance carefully, expression and tone of voice calm and even. 
  "Tance, that's Shayna. She's a medic too."

Shayna
Shayna is a gracefull 5'8". Her brown hair shimmers under the lights in 
  several shades of brown. Her peach complection show's her healthiness and 
  easy going nature.
She is wearing an ankle length, sea green skirt, which appears to be rolling 
  like gentle ocean waves as she moves across the room. Her blouse is cinched 
  at the waist with a delicately etched belt. Upon her feet are a set of 
  comfortable looking casual footwear. They are a darker brown in color and 
  held together with thongs. A set of socks peek up, above the shoes, 
  traveling a few centimeters up her ankles. 

Tance eyes Shayna warily. His left arm is still wrapped around his cutter, and 
  at last he mutters, "No. Nothing. Nothing wrong. Fine..."

Shayna catches Nadine's attention for a second, rolling her eyes as if telling 
  her that Tance is a bit crazy, then smiles. "He and I sorta met last nightup 
  in the hangar, Nadine. Dunno if he remembers me though."

You say "Hangar. Sled. I want my sled." Tance frowns absently, then aims 
  himself for the door again, scowl flickering in and out of place. "Have to 
  cut..."

Shayna chuckles softly, watching Tance ramble his way out. "That's what they 
  all say. Hope your sled is fixed."

Nadine frowns, "Tance, are you sure you can cut? I thought I saw your name on 
  the inactive list."

Tance begins, "Course I can cut!" Then he totters, and turns back around some, 
  frowning at his right arm.

Shayna scowls just a little at Nadine and turns back to the terminal.

Shana walks softly from the lift area.
Shana has arrived.
Shana walks in slowly, stride even and precise.

Tance stares hard at his slinged arm, then creeps back towards Nadine. "Wanna 
  cut," he mumbles.

Nadine, still facing Tance, doesn't see Shayna's look and so doesn't respond. 
  To Tance, she says, "Okay. This may be a futile question to ask you, but how 
  long has your arm been in the sling? Did you re-break it after I casted it 
  last week?"

Tance's brow furrows. "Broken," he mumbles. "Crashed. Lots."

Nadine nods, "I remember you came in with it broken once. I put it in a cast, 
  and told you to take it easy cutting for a few days. But it looks like you 
  went out anyway."

Shayna starts to hum softly to herself, ignoring everyone in the room as she 
  types data, into the terminal.

Shana sits carefully on the edge of the chair, waiting.

Tance, as if this explains everything, tells Nadine plaintively, "Had to cut."

Nadine smiles wryly, "I'm sure. I hear that quite a bit, though, you have to 
  understand. And I think I understand -why- you have to cut, but I can't let 
  you abuse your symbiont and your physical health to do that. Just a few more 
  days to allow the bone a chance to solidify, and you'll be able to go back. 
  We just want to be sure, you see? Don't want you killing yourself to bring 
  in crystal."

Tance's face falls as he listens to all of that, and he mutters towards his 
  feet, "Nothin' else to do..." Dismayed, he turns, and shuffles out.

[And with that, Tance, unaware that Nadine watches him go with a sigh, 
 wanders off to the Singer Common Lounge, where he curls up for a nap,
 until Himiko walks in.]

Tance snores through a pillow. <KaHahAh-zzzzzzzzzz> <KaHahAh-zzzzzzzzzz>

Himiko peers at the sleeping singer then returns to perusing the menu

Tance snores through a pillow. <KaHahAh-zzzzzzzzzz> <KaHahAh-zzzzzzzzzz>

Himiko spins the menufax around to display the meat selections.
Himiko peruses the selection of meat dishes, and orders the Pasta with Duck in 
  Zinfandel sauce.
Himiko spins the menufax around to display the wine selections.
Himiko peruses the wine selection and orders a bottle of Gamay Beaujolais.

Tance snores through a pillow. <KaHahAh-zzzzzzzzzz> <KaHahAh-zzzzzzzzzz>

Himiko wonders if Tance ever managed to get drunk last night as she wanders to 
  a seat
Himiko sits down at one of the tables.

Tance snores, raucously. Sounds like the man has a breathing problem.

Himiko coughs politely before starting on her dinner, as if to convince 
  herself she's not the one with the breathing problems

Tance wakes up with a start and jumps up out of his pile of pillows.
You say "WhaWHAwha..."

Himiko glances at Tance, as she fills a glass of wine.
Himiko looks at you for a moment.
Himiko asks politely, "Sleep well Tance?"

Tance looks around wildly. "Where am I? Who are you? Did I crash?"

Himiko says "You're in the singer common lounge at JPF, if your arm's any 
  indication, you crashed a while back."

Tance settles down, warily. Discovering his cutter nearby, he clutches at it, 
  still scowling.

Himiko says "Are you feeling better today?"

Tance squints over at the other Singer, and blinks, and frowns absently. 
  "Dunno. Don't remember."

Himiko smiles, "Hungry? Will treat."

Tance edges back towards the wall. "Food," he mumbles, looking troubled.

Himiko says "Tance? Are you hungry? Would you like me to get you anything to 
  eat or drink?"

Tance turns a puzzled glance to Himiko, and says plaintively, "I've got 
  credits..."

Himiko smiles cheerily, "I know. Just wanted to know if you wanted anything."

His brow wrinkles. "I... I want..." Eyes going a little distant, he then 
  barks, "Ice cream!"

Himiko says "Would you like me to get it?"
Himiko starts standing up.
Himiko stands up from her table.

Tance's eyes turn oddly hopeful. "Ice cream," he repeats, more firmly.

Himiko walks over to the catering unit.
Himiko smiles at Tance, as she surveys the dessert menu
Himiko spins the menufax around to display the  selections.
Himiko spins the menufax around to display the sweet selections.
Himiko says "Peach ice cream?"
Himiko says "Chocolate Royale?"

Tance blinks a little at the mention of peach, then jabs his left hand at the 
  catering unit, pointing. "Yes. Ice cream. Peach!"

Himiko peruses the selection of sweets, and orders fresh peach icecream.
Himiko moves over to Tance, the bowl of three scoops of peach icecream in her 
  hand, "Here we are."

Tance's eyes turn round, and as soon as the bowl is within reach, he snatches 
  at it awkwardly.
Tance begins to munch down the ice cream, a look suspiciously like pleasure 
  relaxing his face.

Himiko smiles as she returns to her seat.
Himiko sits down at one of the tables.
Himiko works on her meal.

Tance mutters between mouthfuls of ice cream, "Remember this... good..."

Himiko says "Yes, it is isn't it?"

Tance looks up plaintively over his bowl. "Can I go cut soon, Doc?"

Himiko glances around, and says softly, "I'm not a meditech."

Delvan comes in from the lift area.
Delvan has arrived.

Tance starts, then peers from the bowl of ice cream to its provider and back 
  again. "How... not the Infirmary... thought I crashed..."

Himiko says "I think you were released to free up the beds."
Himiko waves to Delvan

Delvan glances at Tance as he walks past him into the room, smirking just a 
  shade. He heads over to a couch and nods to Himiko, "Hello."

Tance ohs, soundlessly, then peers at the ice cream again. And snarfs down a 
  huge spoonful of it. His brown gaze still seems rather blank, but at least 
  the dessert seems to be keeping him mollified.

Delvan sits down on one of the soft couches.

Himiko takes a sip of wine.

Delvan, as he settles into his seat, glances over to Himiko, hesitating a 
  second before saying quietly, "I heard that you'd gotten pretty beat up in 
  the ranges a while ago.."

Himiko stiffens a moment, then nods, "That's right," she says softly.

Delvan nods and glances to his hands a moment, thinking out his next question, 
  "Kesya said that it was the same thing that happened to Scorpion." He looks 
  up and pauses a second, watching your reaction.

Tance frowns vaguely at the mention of Kesya and mumbles, "Find her..." as he 
  scraps his spoon along the bottom of his bowl.

Himiko turns a shade paler, and with a shaking hand takes a good long drink of 
  wine, setting down the glass a little more ofrecfully than necessary.
Himiko says softly, "It looks like it. Too much like it."

Delvan nods quietly and glances to Tance, asking the older singer, "Find who?"

Tance doesn't look up; perhaps he didn't quite hear Delvan, as he frowns to 
  himself. "Forgot. Need to find her..."

Delvan glances at Himiko, shrugging slightly and looking back to Tance, asks 
  again, "Find... Kesya?" He continues on, presuming that to be true, "Why do 
  you need to find her?"

Tance finally looks up at Delvan, and scowls. And turns red under his dark 
  tan, before returning his attention to scraping every last bit of ice cream 
  out of his bowl.

Frowning a little at Tance's reaction, Delvan shrugs and looks back to Himiko. 
  He says, trying to sound comforting, "Whatever it was surely can't get you 
  in here."

Himiko nods, as if she knows that, but she still glances around to make sure.

Tance licks his spoon, looking strangely childlike.

Delvan smiles a little as he notices Himiko's glances, "We're like 9, 10 
  levels underground. It can't have found it's way down here." He shrugs and 
  adds, "Besides, wasn't it far out in the ranges that it happened?"

Himiko says "I think so."

Delvan smiles a bit more and nods decisivly, "There, I doubt it could have 
  found it's way here." He chuckles softly and winks to Himiko, "Heck, even 
  *I* have troubles finding my way back here, and I'm fairly new to singing 
  still."

Himiko smirks faintly, "What's so hard about getting back?"

Tance abruptly gurgles with laughter. "Lost," he cackles.

Delvan shrugs and smiles, "Oh, finding myself on the wrong side of a landmark 
  and turning the wrong way, reading the console wrong." He shrugs again and 
  glances to Tance, chuckling softly at his sudden mirth.

Himiko giggles

Tance thrusts a finger in Delvan's direction and declaims, "Never get lost in 
  the Ranges! Never! Hah!"

Himiko finishes up her meal and stands up.
Himiko stands up from her table.
Himiko mutters to herself, "... gone."

Tance curls back up with the ice cream bowl.

Himiko disposes of her tray
Himiko says "Want another bowl of ice cream Tance?"

Tance starts, and blinks several times at Himiko. Then he scowls, but doesn't 
  quite manage the same degree of scowl as earlier. "Wha?"

Himiko repeats her question, "Would you like another bowl of peach ice cream?"

Tance asks blankly, "There's more?"

Himiko nods, smiling, "Yes there is."

Tance holds up the bowl. "More!" he barks.

Himiko nods and moves over to the catering unit dialing up another order

Delvan smiles and leans back into his couch, watching Himiko and Tance.

Himiko peruses the selection of sweets, and orders fresh peach icecream.

Delvan fiddles with a knob on a small device.

Himiko hands him a fresh bowl of peach icecream, "Here we go."

Tance actually... brightens, at the sight of the stuff, and grabs at it 
  quickly with his one good hand. Settling the bowl in his lap, he starts 
  digging into the ice cream with enthusiasm.

Himiko smiles as she watches Tance cheer up at the sight of the ice cream
Himiko checks the chronometer, "I should go see if Sasryn's up to cutting."

"Ice cream.. like ice cream..." Tance eats heartily, completely focused on the 
  bowl.

Himiko waves heading off, "Enjoy the ice cream Tance."
Himiko walks out to level 10.
Himiko has left.

Delvan smiles and glances to Tance, asking him, "Good ice cream?"

Tance makes an unintelligible grunt, as he inhales the stuff.

Delvan chuckles softly and nods, "Glad you like it."
Delvan fiddles with a knob on a small device.
Delvan settles into his couch and slips his datapad out of his pocket. 
  Quietly, with just a trace of the keypresses, he starts recalling 
  information on it's screen.

Tance finally drops the bowl, and frowns vaguely to himself.

Delvan glances up and smiles a little at Tance before typing a few more things 
  into the 'pad.
A few more entries and Delvan puts away the datapad again, looking to Tance. 
  He asks, in a somewhat amused tone, "You don't get lost in the ranges, huh?"

Tance starts. "What?" he barks. "Lost? Ranges? Not on your life..."

Delvan chuckles and nods, "That's a handy ability, to always know your way 
  home." He smiles and shrugs, "I'm sure I'll get that learned well enough 
  never to get lost either, eventually."

Tance shifts about disgruntledly, and scowls at his slinged arm. "Dem 
  straight. Have to. Always know where home is. Young pups don't learn...."

Delvan smiles and nods, leaning lengthwise on his couch, "Young pup." He looks 
  at Tance, "I'm a young pup, still, aren't I?"

Delvan
    Delvan is a fair man, standing about 6 feet and some odd inches tall, and 
  appearing to be fairly light in build, perhaps around 140-150 pounds. He 
  moves quickly, for the most part, taking in all his surroundings nearly at 
  once and missing little. His grayish eyes are set into his head a little, 
  maybe more than is usual, but not overly much. The color is set apart from 
  the rest of his features as it contrasts from his very lightly tanned skin, 
  more pinkish than brown, tho. He's reasonably thin, tho appears to be in 
  good physical shape and not simply drastically underweight. His light brown 
  hair is neatly trimmed and combed back. It's arranged in such a manner that 
  will keep it from his eyes.
    He wears a vibrant, velvety looking blue jumpsuit, though it is more 
  soothing to the eyes than anything else. Pockets adorn the 'suit, providing 
  easy access to the myriad of things he might choose to put in them. On his 
  feet are a pair of rough black boots, their wear showing a bit to your 
  better vision. They come up to just above his ankles and appear as though 
  they might help protect him from a bad injury.
     If you happen to be very close to Delvan, the fine hairs on your arms 
  stand on end, but Delvan doesn't appear to notice anything.

Tance squints over. "What? Course. All of you. Young pups." He scowls vaguely.

Delvan chuckles and nods, folding his hands over his stomach, "When won't we 
  be 'young pups'?"

Tance eyes the younger Singer as if not understanding the question. Then he 
  cackles. "When your mind goes and you can't fly straight anymore and you 
  stop finding all the good crystal... hah...." A smirk, then, and he huddles 
  down into the pillows he's commandeered.

Delvan grins and snickers softly under his breath, "I'm sure that'll happen 
  someday, though not finding all the good crystal." He shrugs and says, "I 
  don't do that now, but I do fund my share of it."

Tance snorts, mirthlessly. "Yeah, that's what young pups all say," he mumbles.

Delvan chuckles and shrugs, "So if it's true, that I'll eventually stop 
  finding good crystal to cut, I guess I'd better get all I can out now, 
  right?" He looks to you as if in confirmation of his assesment.

Rather boggledly, as if wondering whether this young Singer has grown a second 
  head or something -- an occurrence as unusual as someone trying to hold a 
  coherent conversation with him -- Tance smirks. "That's the usual plan 
  around here, pup."

Delvan chuckles and smiles, "Well then, I've got some catching up to do." He 
  glances to the pocket with his datapad in it, "Got a few claims I should cut 
  clean while I still remember where they are."

Tance glowers, and rolls over on the pillows, muttering sardonically, "La de 
  karking da. Good for you."

Delvan purses his lips and tries to contain his smile, "Well, .." He shrugs and 
  looks at you, in thought.
Delvan shakes his head suddenly and says to himself, "Naw, prolly not a good 
  idea." He stands up and starts towards the door.
Delvan walks up to level 9.
Delvan has left.

[Once more, Tance wanders; this time, he remembers he wants to go cut,
 but his arm is still in its cast and sling...]

You leave lift 1.
Lift Area - 12
The colors are dimmer here, even to your enhanced eyes. The air filters cannot 
  completely mask the scent of medicine and sickness here, though. 
This well carpeted area circumscribes a circle with the center being filled by 
  a shiny lift tube. On the doors to the tube is the number 12. There is a 
  button set into the wall, you may summon a 'lift.'
Contents:
Lift 1
Daron
Kali
Liste
Lift 2
Kesya
Nadine
Obvious exits:
Infirmary  New Arrivals  Trauma Center  Radiant Tubs  

Liste's chest heaves.. "Ugh."

Kesya helps Liste towards the new arrival section, speaking softly to her, 
  concern evident in her features. "C'mon this way. You'll be fine, just try 
  to relax, kay?"

Kali moves around to get a better view of Liste, blanching slightly. "Eww.."

Tance scowls at the lift doors as they open, and he wanders out, not looking 
  where he's going. With his free left hand, he pauses to finger the wall 
  striping, then ahs, and scowls again. Infirmary? Did he want to go here? 
  Must've. His arm...

Liste allows herself to be led.. trembling a bit as she manages to keep from 
  scratching at the boils that have formed.. she picks at her clothes..

Tance, with that, turns, and finds a small crowd right in view.

Liste
     A tall, slender human-norm female.. a little over 2 metres tall, and 
  quite well-muscled, clearly she's lived a healthy life. Clear, perhaps a bit 
  pale complexion.. but it's probably from lack of sun rather than iliillness. 
  Her eyes are cornflower-blue, set under thin brows.. high cheekbones, a grim 
  smile of even, white teeth. Her fingers are strong-looking, long fingers.. 
  when they are visible, you may notice the fading (and mostly-faded) thin 
  scars and callouses on those fingers, and the edges of her hands. She has 
  golden-brown hair which seems to never curl, caught up in a ponytail, out of 
  the way. 
        She is wearing a (rather putrid shade of)green one-piece jumpsuit with 
  lots of zippers and pockets.. at one lapel is a pin, some sort of unit 
  insigina probably.. a web belt is buckled at her waist, loops and such 
  available for whatever might come in handy. Sturdy-looking boots with good 
  traction, the bottoms of her jumpsuit tucked into the top and laced down.. 
  second-skin gloves of green on her hands, the slightest of black texture on 
  the palm sides. A cap to keep the sun, persperation, and her hair out of her 
  eyes.. and a pair of sturdy glare-killing glasses as well. 
        A general impression of her bearing speaks of confidence and 
  experience, as well as a low-level intensity in everything she does.
        Her face and entire body are covered with great red splotches of 
  inflamed skin. It itches yet is tender to the touch. To make matters worse, 
  there are tiny purple boils that burst, releasing pus and giving you a 
  leprous aspect.

Nadine follows Daron, Kesya, and Liste off to new arrivals.

Daron wants to see a new guild member and walks that way.
Daron has left.

Nadine wants to see a new guild member and walks that way.
Nadine has left.

Kesya wants to see a new guild member and walks that way.
Kesya has left.

Tance remarks pungently, "Faugh," and wanders off into the main infirmary.

You walk into the clinic of the infirmary.
Infirmary(#403RAM)
A complex array of computers monitor patient condition in the various rooms of 
  the Infirmary. In front of this bank of terminals are two comfortable chairs 
  for the medics on duty. Across the screens streams a constant flow of data. 
  While there is 'monitor help', only fully trained, professional medical 
  personnel are permitted to utilize this facility.
Contents:
Shayna
Catering Unit
Obvious exits:
Long Term Care  Short Term Care  Lift  

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

Tance wanders in, muttering to himself. "Arm. Right. Fix the arm..."

Shayna blinks, swiveling in her chair. "Excuse me? Wern't you just here the 
  other day?"

Tance frowns foggily at Shayna, then rolls his right shoulder forward, by way 
  of reply. "Still has the sling," he barks.

Shayna nods. "I see that."

Exasperatedly, the old Singer clarifies, "So I need it fixed!"

Nadine slips in quietly, tucking strands of hair behind one ear as she settles 
  to a seat behind a desk.

Shayna chuckles. "And how do you propose I fix it? Hmm?"

Tance's scowl darkens. "Get me a medic to start with..."

Shayna quirks a brow amusedly at Tance. "I'm a medic."

You say "Well, so..." He thrusts his slinged arm forward, as best he can. "I 
  want to cut now!"

Shayna sits back into her chair more comfortably. "You were just here the 
  other day Tance, I hardly think your arm is quite ready to come out of that 
  cast. Why don't you go get some rest and come back tomorrow and I'll take a 
  look at it then."

Tance bursts out, "I don't _WANT_ rest! I want to go cut! I want my sled!" He 
  scowls thunderously, whirls, and bellows, "SOMEBODY FIX MY ARM!"

Shayna widens her eyes at Tance's outburst. Standing from her chair she sighs, 
  "Settle down, no need to go into a snit over a broken arm. It'll heal in due 
  time. But you have to wait."

Nadine looks up at the occupants of the room, as if for the first time, and 
  hops up from the desk, scattering papers everywhere. "Tance?"

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

Tance growls, "Don't wanna wait, I wanna go cut, kark it, and if you won't fix 
  my arm I'll get a real medic! MEDIC!" He whirls again, scowling in all 
  directions.

Shayna tries to stiffle a chuckle and look serious. She plops back down in her 
  chair, crossing her legs. "Fine, suit yourself Singer."

Kesya ambles in with her usual languid gait, and blinks as she registers the 
  scattered papers near Nadine. Arching a brow at Tance's outburst, she moves 
  to sit near the agitated Singer with an amiable smile. "Hello, Tance. You 
  know, we're meeting in the infirmary far too often. What's up?"

Tance's craggy face has gone livid, and he sucks in the breath for another 
  outburst -- then he sees Kesya, and the bellow comes out more as a 
  hoarse-edged squawk. In the process of whirling around again, he staggers.

Nadine quickly steps up to Tance's side, offering an arm of support to the 
  elder Singer. "Here, sit down, won't you? Let me look at your arm. You 
  remember me, right? Nadine?"

Kesya reaches forward as Tance staggers, one hand going to help stabilize the 
  Singer. "You okay?"

"Arm... *cough*... arm...?" Vokrim blinks, as he's converged on, and he bleats 
  in a much lower volume, "I wanna go cut."

Nadine smiles and nods, "I know you do, Tance. That's why you're here, you 
  said as much a few minutes ago. You want a medic to look at your arm."

Shayna turns away from the group to the terminals, punching a few keys on the 
  terminal.

Kesya crosses her legs beneath her, the hand supporting Tance withdrawing to 
  the arm-rest. She looks to Nadine curiously, "How long till his arm's healed 
  enough?"

Tance stares at Kesya in round-eyed astonishment until Nadine's voice diverts 
  him. "Medic," he agrees, and peers. "Ears."

Nadine smiles again. "Right."

Tance confirms to Nadine, glaring somewhere in the vicinity of her shoulder, 
  "Have to go cut."

[Nadine disconnects here; let's assume she runs off on a medical emergency.
 Likely, with the 2017 recruits coming down with the sickness...]

Kesya chuckles under her breath, pursing her lips to surpress an amused smile. 
  "Nice ears Nadine," she comments innocently. Seems she thinks Tance's 
  facination with differences is beyond funny.
Kesya nudges Tance gently, to attract his attention. "You wouldn't want to cut 
  while your arm's broken though, would you? All the crystal would end up 
  jagged, if you even got away without breaking it again."

Tance slides a wary glance around at Kesya, or at least her green fingers. 
  "Have to," he mutters.

Kaylin walks softly from the lift area.
Kaylin has arrived.
Kaylin smiles as she enters the room. "Well, hello. Didn't expect to see you 
  in here so soon, Tance."

Tance, currently looking rather shellshocked between Nadine and Kesya, 
  blinkblinks wildly as he hears his name from another direction. "Arm!" he 
  barks out, startled.

Kaylin chuckles. "Yes, your arm is healing nicely."
Kaylin spins the menufax around to display the sweet selections.

Kesya nods sympathetically at the Singer, her tone soft. "I know, but you'll 
  cut so much better after your arm's healed." She jumps a little at his 
  outburst, then reaches a hand to pat his shoulder. "Hey, relax, wouldja?"

Kaylin peruses the selection of sweets, and orders the chocolate royale ice 
  cream.
Kaylin takes the sundae and walks over to Tance. "Got some ice cream for you to 
  try out. Want to taste it for me?
Kaylin pulls over a rolling tray and sets the sundae in front of Tance. He 
  holds out the spoon.

Tance starts again at Kesya's pat, whirling back to her. His scowl falters 
  into something rather more like wide-eyed fright, until his nose reports the 
  presence of ... something good... in the vicinity. His gaze slides to the 
  sundae.

Kaylin winks to Kesya.

Tance mumbles, "Whassat?"

Kesya watches with a bemused smile, leaning her head back against the wall.

Kaylin smiles. "Here's the spoon. This is a chocolate sundae. I think you'll 
  like it."

Kesya peers over Tance's arm to look at the sundae, licking her lips. "I think 
  anyone'd like that. Didn't know the catering units had that kind." She gets 
  to her feet, heading towards it. "Now you've made me want one."
Kesya spins the menufax around to display the sweet selections.

Kaylin chuckles softly
Kaylin nods "One of my favorites."

"I... um... my arm..." Tance eyes Kesya again, and frowns much more vaguely, 
  certain there was something _else_ he needed to remember. But the sundae has 
  seized his attention, and he blinks down at it as Kaylin presses the bowl 
  into his hand.

Kesya whistles lowly at the list of sweets, and winks at Kaylin. "I keep 
  forgetting the level of my metabolism now. Keep thinking all these things 
  will make me look like a balloon." She turns again, punching in an order for 
  the sundae.
Kesya peruses the selection of sweets, and orders the chocolate royale ice 
  cream.

Kaylin grins. "Nope, the sym won't let us get fat. I think."

Tance suddenly blurts to Kaylin, "How come it's not orange?"

Kaylin grins "Well, cause chocolate is brown. Peaches are orange. That was 
  peach you had last time. This is different. Take a taste."

Kesya pulls the cherry off the top and drops it in Tance's bowl as she sits 
  back down next to him. "I assume you like those? I've never been much for 
  cherries." Curling her legs under her, she scoops up a generous portion of 
  whipped cream.

Kaylin brings over a plate of chocolate chip cookies, remembering what you did 
  last time."
Kaylin set she plate of cookies down next to the ice cream bowl.

Tance, still standing right by the chairs, realizes after a beat or two that 
  he needs a hand to eat the stuff with. He sinks into a chair, balances the 
  bowl in his lap, and ducks his head to try the chocolate. As he does, his 
  face starts transforming; the scowl completely vanishes, and his eyes 
  unsquint.

Kaylin smiles softly at Tance and sits down next to him.

Kesya giggles softly, savouring the taste of the chocolate. "Thanks for the 
  idea, Kay. I haven't had a sundae since... umm. Since I was fourteen."

Kaylin grins. "I discovered icecream here. Never had it before then."
Kaylin pulls over a rolling table. "Here Tance, put it up on the table, it 
  will make it easier to eat."

Kesya smiles sheepishly, "Well, it's not a part of Taal'en cuisine, but the 
  tourist restaurants had it." She glances at Tance curiously, never having 
  seem him without the squint to his eyes.

Tance, the moment he finds cookies in his lap with the ice cream, abruptly 
  chortles and starts smashing one of the cookies into the sundae. He barely 
  notices the approaching table till it bonks him gently in the knee, and 
  hastily, then, he puts the food up there. The transfer of location makes 
  barely a dent in the speed with which he's devouring the sweets.

Kaylin sighs softly. "Guess you like chocolate too."
Kaylin goes to the catering machine and brings back a glass of milk. "Here, 
  Tance, I like milk with my icecream and cookies."
Kaylin sets the milk down on the table.

Kesya arches a brow, "Evidently. Though I remember he attacked duck with the 
  same ferocity." Leaning towards the singer, she comments, "It's not going to 
  run away, Tance."

Kaylin thinks he's forgotten he can have anything but subsistence. He's been 
  singing a long time.

Tance's unsquinted eyes, it can be seen, are brown, and he seems at least three 
  decades younger with his brow rather less furrowed. When the milk arrives, 
  he makes a questioning grunt, sniffs it, then occupies himself for several 
  minutes experimenting with dropping bits of cookie into it, or dollops of 
  ice cream.

Kaylin chuckles softly "Milk is to drink with the cookies, not put them in."

Tance, at the comments from both Kesya and Kaylin, jumps startledly. "Mine?" 
  he squawks, gracelessly, as he's still inhaling ice cream.

Kesya giggles softly, seeming fascinated by Tance's experiments with the milk. 
  She sets her bowl on her chair as she gets up, and moves to the catering 
  unit. After a moment, a banana slides down the slot, and Kesya proceeds to 
  skin it and slice it into coins. Half of these she drops in her ice cream.

Kaylin smiles. "Yes, Tance it's all for you. And more if you want it."

Kesya nudges Tance's shoulder, "Hey, move back a bit. You'll like this, 
  really." She drops the other half of the banana in his bowl, and sits down 
  again. "S'not how it's usually served, but still tastes good."

Tance coughs, attention reseized by Kesya, and chokes a little on his current 
  mouthful.

Kesya frowns at the coughing Singer, "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Didja 
  inhale some ice cream or something?"

Kaylin croons softly to Tance. "Easy there, it won't go away."

Tance sucks in several ragged breaths, coughs again, then looks between the 
  two women. His eyebrows knit together, and he starts to scowl again, 
  mumbling something that sounds embarrassed.

Kaylin smiles, she picks up the glass of milk. "Take a sip of this it will 
  help it go down right."

Kesya smiles pleasantly, inclining her head as she speaks softly to Tance. 
  "Oh, Nadine wanted to make sure to tell you that I got your message." She 
  smiles sunnily scooping up another dollop of ice cream. "Thanks, by the way. 
  That was nice of you."

Tance, coaxed by Kaylin to start sipping the milk, chokes again at Kesya's 
  blithe remark.

Kaylin sighs and shakes her head. "Better not distract him when he is eating."

Kesya frowns, reaching out with one hand to pat the Singer on the back in the 
  ineffectual way that people do when someone is coughing. "Gads! Hey, sorry. 
  I'll shut up, okay?"

Tance sputters bits of milk and his dessert all over himself, then freezes and 
  stares at Kesya as she pats him. He looks decidedly frightened.

Kaylin gets some paper towels and starts to clean up the mess, but stops just 
  short of touching Tance. She pulls back her hand. "Tance, it's okay. you're 
  safe."

Kesya abruptly withdraws the arm, looking disturbed at Tance's expression. 
  "What's wrong?"

Tance abruptly scowls down into his lap -- and blushes. Actually blushes, 
  turning red under his tan.

Kaylin says softly "Don't worry about it, want to finishe your sweets?"

Tance mumbles dejectedly, "Gonna stop, won't remember..."

Kaylin smiles "I'll always help you remember how much you like sweets. I'll 
  make sure to remind y ou."

Kesya frowns thoughtfully at the Singer, collecting up her bowl and spoon in 
  her lap. "Maybe I should go...?" She seems unsure of herself, looking 
  confusedly at Tance.

Tance's voice drops even lower as he mutters something in Kesya's direction 
  that might be "Lfrgtmsry."

Kaylin smiles "Kesya, don't go. I don't think it is something you are doing 
  exactly. I thinks that no one's bothered to be nice to him in so long he 
  doesn't know how to react."

Tance lifts his gaze slightly and accuses, tone woeful, "'lstop..."

Kesya seems more reassured, fiddling with the empty bowl in her lap. "Oh," she 
  says giftedly. She sets down the bowl at her feet, and turns to Tance, not 
  quite understanding. "What's gonna stop?"

Kaylin chuckles as it dawns on her what he is saying. "No Tance, you may 
  forget, but we won't, so we'll keep helping you remember your friends."
Kaylin chuckles "Even at your grouchiest, I like you. "

Tance mumbles without looking up, "Don't have any fr--" At Kaylin's latter 
  comment, though, he jerks his head up, thunderstruck.

Kaylin just smiles softly and nods as you look up at her.

Kesya blinks at Kaylin, recognition dawning on her face. "Oh... so that's it." 
  She nods at Tance, echoing Kaylin's statement. "Why would we stop talking to 
  you, just 'cause you forget a few things? Don' worry about it." She pats his 
  arm, standing to return the bowl to the recycler.

Tance squawks, shocked, "Why in the nine hells of Nirabay do you--" He cuts 
  himself off; the concept is, apparently, too astonishing for him to vocalize.

Kesya drops the bowl in the recycling slot, and turns to frown vaguely at 
  Tance. "Why do you say you don't have any friends? Aren't I one?"

Kaylin chuckles softly "Well, just cause. And I'll continue to be your friend."

Tance looks between the two women wildly. "But... but... but... I'm just 
  not... FRIENDLY!"

Kesya sits herself down on the floor, unconcerned with the dark glances of the 
  medic assistance walking around her. "Yeah," she states decisively. She 
  doesn't say anything more though, quite unsure how Tance will react to this.
Kesya shrugs, "So what?"

Kaylin grins "I wouldn't say that. I'd say you forgot how to be friendly. We 
  can help you remember."

Tance huddles back in the chair, expression going through several strange 
  contortions. "Forgot," he echoes, and his voice drops again. "I forget 
  everything... mind's all gone..."

The calm caring reassurance radiating from Kaylin helps you to believe her.

Kesya arches a brow at Tance, leaning back on her hands. "Are you saying you 
  don't want me as a friend? Or Kay?"

Kaylin nods "We'll just help you remember us each time we see you. Sometimes 
  you can get the hang of it again."

Tance blinkblinks rapidly. "I... I... friends?" He scarcely breathes the final 
  word.

Kaylin smiles. "Yes, friends, people that care about you."

Kesya grins reassuringly, "Um hmm. Why not?"

Tance slides slowly down in his chair, whimpering, "Won't remember. I won't 
  remember."

Kesya shuffles to sit beside Tance, "That's what personal logs are for."

Kaylin smiles. "Tance you remembered the color of the ice cream you had in here 
  the other day. We'll remember for you."

Kesya cocks her head to one side, "Besides, you've gone out to the ranges 
  since I've known you, and you still remembered."

Kaylin chuckles at Kesya "You're a bit hard to forget"

Tance blinks at Kesya, blankly. "Logs....?" As she goes on, he blinks again, 
  then blurts out gruffly, "C'n remember you. Jade. All green."

Kesya smiles sheepishly, shrugging at Kaylin. To Tance she adds, "Well, I'm 
  glad you like my colouring so much, 'cause not everyone does. And ya, 
  personal logs. You know, on your computer. You put stuff on there you want 
  to remember."

Tance scowls uncertainly. "Broken," he mumbles.

Kaylin smiles "We can get if fixed for you."

Kesya seems unconcerned. "Guild techs can fix it."
Kesya gives the singer a friendly poke, "Besides, you just admitted you could 
  remember me 'cause I'm green, so you don't need it anyway."

"Techs don't like me," the old Singer mumbles dolefully.

Kesya shoots back cheerily, "They don't have to, it's their job." She winks, 
  "S'the great thing about 'em."

Kaylin grins. "Wonder how they'd react if you said "Please" once in a while."

Tance rambles on, "Yell at me. Don't fix my gear. Call me worthless, karking 
  pups..." Apparently, Kaylin's last comment was lost on him.

Kesya nudges Tance again, frowning. "Hey, don't you start that again. You're 
  not worthless, and we're not 'karking pups'. They just haven't made the 
  effort to get to know you, that's all."

Tance jumps, opens his mouth to protest, and freezes that way, as he fails to 
  think of a proper reply.

Kaylin chuckles.

Kesya looks expectantly at the immobile Singer. "You spent ages not talking to 
  me just 'cause I'm a Singer, and you were calling all us new Singers, 
  'karking pups'. We're not. And I've never heard anybody call you worthless. 
  I mean, you're a senior Singer, for heaven's sakes."

Kaylin says softly, "You realize that you have some respect coming just for 
  your longevity and that fact you are still cutting?"

Tance starts to blurt something to Kesya, but it comes out only as stammered 
  monosyllables. His gaze flicks between her and Kaylin, as if he were 
  watching a tennis match.

Kaylin smiles. "You are very much worth something. Don't you ever forget that."

Kesya stays silent, simply waiting for Tance to respond, though a small, 
  amiable smile crosses her lips.

Kaylin smiles "Hey, Why don't you drop down here tomorrow and have some 
  icecream with me?"
Kaylin smiles "Or maybe a steak with all the trimmings?"

Tance finally mumbles, "Ice cream?" His expression starts to soften.

Kaylin smiles as she cleans away the melted ice cream leaving the milk and 
  cookies.
Kaylin nods. "Sure, I'll be around for sure."
Kaylin mutters to Kesya, "Got... h... so he..."

Tance samples this concept again. "Ice cream," he declares to himself, and 
  gives a little cackle. "Chocolate!"

Kaylin grins. "Yes, that's right. Chocolate is my favorite icecream."

Kesya regards Tance curiously from her spot on the floor, and smiles 
  sheepishly. "Sorry for being so abrupt Tance. Just make me a promise, okay? 
  When you get to your room later..." She pauses, getting up to scribble on a 
  bit of paper. "This has my name on it, and Kaylin's, and where my room is. 
  Level ten. Put it on your computer or something, to remind you..." She looks 
  towards the lifts, "I have to go, but you can always stop by my room if you 
  need to talk or anything. K?"

Kaylin smiles at Kesya "I'll see you later."

Tance, given the paper, blinkblinks at it. "Oh. Um..." Slowly, he nods, rising 
  as well. "Go. Rest?" He peers at his arm, vaguely.

Kaylin nods "Yes, time to go rest. You come back here tomorrow and we'll have 
  a dish of icecream together."
Kaylin stands and walks with you both to the door.

Tance shuffles between the two women, mumbling to himself, "10. 11. Too much 
  rent... I have to cut soon... fix computer? Rest...."

Kesya nods, smiling as she nudges Tance towards the lifts. "Rest sounds like a 
  good idea right about now."

You enter the center of the infirmary.
Lift Area - 12
<Desc deleted.>
Contents:
Lift 2
Obvious exits:
Infirmary  New Arrivals  Trauma Center  Radiant Tubs  

Kesya steps out of the bustling infirmary.
Kesya has arrived.

Tance stumbles a little as he heads for the lift, trying to keep his eyes on 
  the paper, the other Singer, and where he's going, all at once.

Lift 2
The smooth metallic walls surround you. You notice to your right is a control 
  panel which contains a row of darkened buttons indicating the levels of the 
  Guild complex ('look panel'). Just 'press' the desired level number and 
  you'll be on your way.
Contents:
Control Panel
You enter lift 2.

Kesya enters lift 2 after the doors *whoosh* open.
Kesya has arrived.
Kesya punches two buttons, 10 and 11, and leans against the wall.

The lift doors slide shut and you feel the slight *pop* of air pressure 
  changes.
A soft chime sounds and a computer-generated voice announces:
"Eleventh Level(Senior Singer Level: White, Ocher, Amethyst)."
The doors *whoosh* open.

Kesya smiles at you, "G'night Tance. Sleep well, and remember to put that note 
  somewhere you'll see it."

Tance jumps. "Eleven!" He scuttles out, and nodnodnods, mumbling all the way.

[End log.]