Log Date: 1/4/97
Log Cast:
	Tance, Kesya
Log Intro:
	Having secured Tance's permission to refurnish his suite for him,
Kesya impulsively decides to surprise him all at once with it. Late in
the evening, after coaxing him to bed down in one of his empty rooms with
a pile of filched cushions from the Singer lounge, the young Trainer
head promptly scurries off to round up as many supply techs as she can
find, to make them help her move her furniture out of storage and into
Tance's suite. Out of the way as he is, Tance sleeps right through their
efforts -- and although the techs are a trifle nervous about venturing
into Vokrim's rooms, they nevertheless take some assurance from its newly
restored cleanliness, and the fact that Tance himself isn't in sight.
The work goes quickly, and at last, when morning arrives....

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Tance's Suite(#3189R$)
This large central suite seems comfortably airy, and by the stylish 
  decorations and sheer size of the area, it obviously belongs to a senior 
  Singer. The walls are a pleasant shade of forest green, the carpeting a 
  neutral beige shade that compliments the other nicely. Trim in rich polished 
  wood here and there -- in picture frames, railings and bits of furniture -- 
  give the place a more natural, fresh feel.
Though you can see several doors leading off into still more rooms, this one 
  has been split into multi-levels to allow for greater function. One side is 
  partitioned off by a low, polished wooden rail, one step leading into a 
  modest dining area. At the opposite side of the room, a dark green couch and 
  a few large, over-stuffed chairs of the same color rest in a circle, perfect 
  for friendly conversation. The art on the walls is all tastefully done, 
  mostly pen and inks and oil paintings of landscapes. Although the room is 
  currently spotless and comfortable, there are subtle indications -- to the 
  very observant -- that it may not always have been so. A few cheerful throw 
  rugs cover old stains on the floor, as do some oversized pillows that rest 
  against the wall here and there. 
Contents:
Kesya
Obvious exits:
Out  

Kesya closes the door silently behind the leaving Supplytechs, and turns, 
  hands on hips, to survey the room. What a change... though it was pleasantly 
  clean when she got here, it certainly looked nothing like it does now. Her 
  own paintings... and some others, cover the walls, and with the lighting 
  fixed and her old -- but hardly used -- furniture in the room, the place 
  looks like new. She sighs happily, stealing a glance at the door behind 
  which Tance sleeps. _Thank the gods he didn't wake up through all this._ 
  With a look at the new chrono on one of the shelves, she sinks into the 
  couch, pulling out her datapad. She may as well work until Tance wakes, and 
  there's no way she'd miss the look on his face when he sees his new place.
Kesya honestly intended to stay awake to greet Tance as he emerged from his 
  room, but her datapad slowly slips from her grasp, her head settling back 
  onto the couch cushion. She's often told herself never to try to work while 
  lying down, and by golly, she should have told herself that tonight. Zzz.

The chrono on the shelves, as if utterly indifferent to its change in room 
  location, steadily continues the job of reporting the time. Its readout 
  flicks through a substantial portion of an hour's passing before Tance 
  Vokrim, looking drowsy and oddly boyish with his hair sleep-tousled and his 
  eyes with his these-days-habitual slight absence, comes wandering out into 
  the suite. He's pulled on pajama bottoms you'd gotten him, but hasn't put 
  the sling back onto his arm; perhaps because of this, he's also managed to 
  pull on one of his new but less expensive shirts. When he gets out into the 
  main room, he stands there staring, turning around in slow wonder to look in 
  all directions.

You feel crystal caressing you softly along your nerves.
Non-singers around you see: A faint chill seems to pass over you as Tance 
  looks at you, but he doesn't seem to react to it.

The slumbering form remains peacefully silent on the couch, green hair strewn 
  over the grey fabric. One arm trails off the side of the couch, the other 
  tucked beneath the woman's cheek as she sleeps, oblivious to your entrance.

Wow. Tance steps barefootedly down the stairs from the upper level that leads 
  off to the more private rooms, and gazes at everything he passes, especially 
  the art; the picture of himself and Kesya makes his face practically nova 
  with delight, and he immediately looks to the quiet form on the sofa.

[The painting of Tance and Kesya....]
Framed by a border of rich, dark hardwood, this oil painting seems almost to 
  come to life. The shoulders and backs of two people can be seen at the 
  right, obviously soaked and disheveled -- but what really attracts the gaze 
  is what those two are obviously looking at. A reflection stares back at 
  them, and you can see in it the room they're standing in; a boathouse, sails 
  spread to dry in the background. But this is not what the artist was 
  painting. The gaze of the two in the reflection captures and holds yours, 
  the expressions on their faces jubliant and completely carefree. A 
  green-skinned woman, dressed in a soaked wetsuit, disheveled hair swept back 
  from her delicate face, has one arm looped around the waist of an equally 
  soaked man. He though, has a slight spattering of grey in his soaked and 
  messy hairdo, his face seeming a bit more weathered. Though he also seems 
  just in from a sail, his expression is what captivates the picture, and what 
  evidently has captivated the two being painted as well. One of surprise, 
  delight, and pure happiness, the artist has somehow managed to capture this 
  pair in a wonderful moment... just looking at it makes the observer want to 
  giggle aloud, for it tends to convey the same feeling right into the room.

[A seascape...]
Attention has been paid to even the slightest detail in this huge pen and ink 
  sketch, and though it was done only in black pen... it could /almost/ be a 
  photograph. A harbour scene opens before you, the hustle and rush 
  immediately conveyed in this little hive of seaside activity. The point of 
  view has been taken as though you were standing at the end of a long 
  beach... looking down it, you can see hills of sand pushed by the wind, and 
  waves lapping from the wide ocean to the left side of the drawing. The 
  harbour itself lies at the far end of the beach, a long dock breaking the 
  waves as it meanders peacefully into the water. Numerous small buildings 
  line the shore, masts spearing the air along docks further down -- invisible 
  from here. A few rocking vessels have braved the water as they head out to 
  sea, one specifically, a three-masted schooner, highlighted against the 
  page. As it is nearest the view of the artist, you can see every fold and 
  luff in the sails, every shadow cast on the deck, and you can even make out 
  the crew amoung the ratlines and aft spars, and of course, one lone man 
  standing at the helm.

Tance hunkers down by the couch, pausing to touch it in more wonder before 
  focusing again on you. "Jade?" he asks, his voice small, awed.

Kesya stirs, eyes squeezing shut as though not wanting to get up. But as she 
  moves, you can practically read her thoughts; _This isn't my bed._ Her eyes 
  open, and as recognition dawns, she sits up with a groan. "Mrm. Hey Tance," 
  she says with an apologetic smile, one green hand going to rub at her eyes. 
  "I'm sorry... I meant to stay awake so I'd be here when you saw the place." 
  Suddenly grinning at you, she asks hesitantly, "Do you like it?"

Tance sits back on the carpet -- and that, too, makes him pause in wonder, as 
  he pokes at it and gapes when the pile actually springs back a little, 
  rather than imitating plascrete. "It's... clean, and..." He then lifts his 
  head, staring around at everything again, before finally returning his gaze 
  to you; his face has lit with a half-sized but clear smile. "Wow," he 
  manages.
 
Kesya moves over on the sofa so you can try it out. Patting a spot beside her 
  she comments, "It was clean when I got here. The 'bots have been working 
  overtime." She then chuckles softly, and indicates the throw rugs laying 
  about. "Those weren't just for decoration... though they /do/ look better 
  than I thought they might. There were some spots under there the 'bots 
  couldn't tackle."

Tance sits down slowly on the couch, as if perhaps afraid it will turn to 
  smoke beneath him, and continues to gaze awedly at everything in sight. 
  "Wow."

Kesya's jubliant smile widens at the stunned expression on your face. "So... I 
  take it you like it then." She points out a few of the pictures, and says 
  pleasedly, "I took the liberty of putting up some things I had laying 
  around. I don't put them in the specialty store anymore, since it's more of 
  a hobby." She indicates the one of the both of them in the boathouse, "And 
  that one's more special anyway."

"That's me...! You painted me," Tance breathes.

Kesya nods emphatically, her hair bobbing forward to sweep her face. She could 
  be a small child who's just given her friend a picture for the fridge, for 
  the delighted expression on her face. "Um hmm. I was... inspired!" Giggling 
  softly, she rises, and pads over to look at it again. "Turned out better 
  than I'd hoped."

Tance says, pleasedly stunned, "I remember the mirror now..."

Kesya spins around, hands clasped as she beams at you. "Really? Gosh, but that 
  was a fun day." She sinks back into the sofa beside you, patting it softly. 
  She doesn't stay long though.. she wants to give the man a tour! Stepping 
  fluidly towards the railing, she comments, eyes a-glow, "Want to see what 
  else you got?"

Tance stares. "There's more?"

Kesya giggles softly, capering to you to slide her arms around you in a quick 
  hug. "Of course, silly. I didn't just have a couch and chairs in my old 
  place."

Tance gets slowly to his feet, grinning to you. "Alright..." The grin widens 
  at the hug.

Kesya slides one arm around your back, gently pulling you towards the inset 
  dining area. Leaning on the railing surrounding it, she gestures formally to 
  the table. "You didn't have anything to eat on before, so..."

With a weak chuckle, traipsing after you, Tance points out, "Didn't have much 
  of nothin' before..."

Kesya adds with a slight sigh, "The other rooms have things in them... but I 
  didn't have time to get them nice. So we can do that together."
Kesya also finishes, pursing her lips, "And careful of this one chair here..." 
  She nudges the dining chair in question, "It has a tendancy to... fall 
  apart. So it's more for looks."

Tance blinkblinks, and peers, and ohs. "You better remind me a lot," he 
  murmurs.

When you stop to relax you can feel a pleasant humming in your body.
Non-singers around you see: A faint chill seems to pass over you as Tance 
  looks at you, but he doesn't seem to react to it.

Kesya stiffles a chuckle, and pushes the chair to the wall, sticking a pillow 
  atop it. "You're right, that wasn't such a good idea."

Tance grins back unconsciously, turning again and again to peer at everything. 
  "It.... doesn't look like my room anymore..."

Kesya follows your gaze, shrugging lightly, seeming a little amused. "Well... 
  put two folding chairs in here and it wouldn't look like your room anymore," 
  she jokes.

Tance bursts out laughing, before telling you, "Hells, girlie, yeah... I mean, 
  even I can remember the difference between a room with stuff in it and a 
  room without..."

Kesya beams at you, and pulls you into the bedroom. "Remember I wanted you to 
  sleep in that old spare room last night? Well..." She pauses, standing by a 
  fair-sized bed. "I got this stuff in here, but we didn't really have time to 
  set it up all nice."

"Wow," Tance croaks, staring over your shoulder.

Kesya flops onto the bed, "It's still in good condition... I just wanted a 
  bigger one." Winking, she adds, "I tend to sprawl."

Tance blushes a bit as he pads into the bedroom, but also still grins. "I, 
  um..." Pausing, bemused, he shoves a hand through his hair and then adds, 
  "Don't much recall how I sleep, usually..."

Kesya props one arm beneath her head. "You snore a little," she offers, a 
  comical light to her blue eyes. "But other than that, you sleep like the 
  dead. So this'd be big enough." She sits up, looking around the room. "Not 
  much else, I'm afraid. Some of my old stuff I used in my new place. There's 
  a desk and chair in the den, and.." She grins, glancing askance at you, 
  "Your computer's fixed..."

Tance blinks. "I do?" And blinks again, rapidly. "It is? I-I mean, my 
  computer....?"

Kesya seems rather nonplussed. "Well, it was only the monitor that needed 
  replacing..."

[Though he still seems rather floored by the notion of a functioning
 terminal in his rooms, even more than by the notion of the suite itself
 once more being habitable, Tance is grateful and settles down to get used
 to the new suite. End log....]