Log Date:
	10/29/98

Log Cast:
	Tance Vokrim, Capria McNamee, Espra, Fiana Sullivan, Katya
Reynar, Ynsira Da'taln, Alec Mathers, Travis Stewart, NPC orderly,
Remina

Log Intro:
	Returned from his trip into the Ranges under the supervision of
Gyles Lee, Tance has retained a vague memory that he is to report to the
Infirmary, and thus he has done so, as the Infirmary is one of the few places
in the JPF he can reliably find on his own. But the addled old Singer can't
remember which medic he is supposed to see -- and furthermore, he is
certain that there's something else he needs to do, some reason he needs
to leave the JPF immediately, something to do with his beloved Jade. 
	Unfortunately, he is unaware that Medical has no intention
of letting him leave Ballybran any time in the immediate future...

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Looking rather dazed and disheveled, a battered-looking, grizzled man is 
  sitting disorientedly in one of the chairs in the waiting area, fidgeting 
  every so often, brown eyes blinking absently about the room.

Tance(#3209POQce)
This man stands at about 5'10" in height, though the way he seems prone to 
  slouching over often disguises how tall he actually is. His height is 
  further confused by the state of his undernourished frame; from the look of 
  him, he probably hasn't eaten decently in several days. Despite a deep 
  coppery tan to his weathered skin, there's an unhealthy pallor beneath it, 
  suggesting recent illness or injury, and the brown eyes within that face 
  meet the galaxy with a wild, disoriented, and frequently anguished gaze.
Tance's hair has grown out into a shaggy unkempt mop, that at one time might 
  have been a dark shade of brown. Now it's shot through with grey, and 
  lightened into paler yellowish streaks as well from exposure to sunlight. 
  He's had a beard and mustache grow in, equally unkempt, showing that he 
  hasn't been near a razor in weeks. He's wearing a simple standard-issue 
  jumpsuit, the kind the Guild Infirmary hands out to Singers who come in with 
  their own clothing destroyed beyond re-use, and a battered pair of workboots.
 He walks and sits rather gingerly; the movement suggests a bruised bottom.

Capria wanders into the informary, peering at the doors. From the way she 
  holds her hands pressed closely together, wincing every so often, she just 
  might need to see a medic. At the same time, she seems to be looking for 
  someone in particular.

Infirmary(#403RAM)
The main infirmary is a bustling place with medics, orderlies and patients 
  constantly moving about. The floor is covered with a sterile-looking white 
  tile, the walls painted with stripes of various colours. A velvet black 
  stripe leads past several medical offices to Long Term Care, while a dark 
  red stripe leads off in the direction of Short Term facilities. At the 
  nearest end to the lifts, a large administration area has been set up, 
  complete with monitors and computer equipment lining the walls behind the 
  long counter. Towards the other end of the room, several examination tables 
  sit quietly amongst movable privacy screens and sterile cabinets. Since the 
  infirmary is so buried so far underground, only the strongest Passover 
  storms produce any sub-vocal resonances. The ever-present smell of medicines 
  and antispetics hangs in the air. The lighting on this level has been set to 
  a muted glow for the evening hours. 
Contents:
Capria
Dr. Bear
Catering Unit
Obvious exits:
Medic Shuttle  Private Door  Long Term Care  Short Term Care  Lift  

"... said I gotta find a doctor... right room, ain't it? Must be, pointed me 
  down here... ah, kark...." The fellow with the shaggy graying hair can be 
  heard muttering uneasily to himself, and he shoves one workworn hand through 
  that wild mop of his... and starts at the sound of footsteps crossing the 
  room.

Capria blinks at the man once or twice. "There're doctors here. I think." A 
  glance around proves that none are suddenly jumping from corners; perhaps 
  this /is/ the wrong place. She wrinkles her nose. "Just have to wait."

Capria
Her deep brown eyes are wide open, taking in the world around them fully and 
  completely. Though her demeanor is typically quiet and reserved, a sparkle 
  in the eyes and slight spring in the step shows that she could likely be 
  boisterous if she so wished. Her nut-brown hair is tied up into a bun set 
  atop her head, though several bits of it are escaping, making her look 
  fuzzy. One stray lock constantly finds itself dropping down over her face, 
  to be immediately pushed out of the way. She wears a jumpsuit of dusty and 
  somewhat dirty white that fits fairly closely to her body. This isn't to say 
  that much is revealed; the suit is loose enough to be comfortable and to 
  hide whatever curves the woman may possess. Short sleeves are banded by a 
  blue cuff, and the high collar sports the same blue. Several pockets line 
  the legs and there is one pocket on either side of the zipper down the 
  torso. The outfit is in good repair, not a rip or tear to be seen. She wears 
  a pair of sturdy black boots upon her feet. She stands at an average height, 
  and looks to be in her early 20's.
Her hands are lacerated with cuts, apparently from somthing sharp and jagged. 
  The main cut on each hand goes fairly deep, almost to the bone in some 
  places across her palms.
Carrying:
Climbing Equipment
Katz lamp OFF

Brown eyes blink several times, as the man gazes up plaintively at the 
  young-looking woman who's addressed him. "Okay," he can be heard to mumble; 
  his voice is odd, a strange mix between a low rasp and a timid warble. But 
  he adds anxiously, "You're... not a doctor?"

Capria shakes her head slowly. "No, I'm looking for a doctor. I'm not a 
  doctor; not anymore." She looks around again, shakes her head, and finds a 
  place to sit. A check of the hands produces mumbled self-reassurance, mostly 
  having to do with symbionts and pressure.

Espra is finished in Short Term Care and steps into the infirmary.
Espra has arrived.

The shaggy-headed man blinks at this -- and at the damaged hands. "Oh," he 
  mumbles to Capria. "You, um... you should go first, I guess..."

Espra gives a nod as she reappears in the infirmary. "Back already, Capria? 
  Tance! Didn't expect you in here again so soon."

Capria sits with her hands firmly clasped in her lap, enough that they're 
  turning a bit white. She manage a smile up at Espra. "Yeah... but I'm a 
  patient now." She looks over at the man, filing that away. Tance.

"I'm supposed to see a doctor," mumbles the grizzled male Singer. He looks up 
  at Espra bemusedly, his brow crinkled under his unkempt bangs.

Espra looks over at Tance, an eyebrow arching, and gives him a quick look up 
  and down. "Well, take a seat on that bed over there, and I'll be right with 
  ya. Capria, if you'll move to /that/ bed, we'll see what's up with you." She 
  makes shooing motions at both of them.

There doesn't appear to be anything wrong with Tance per se, though as the man 
  timidly bobs his shaggy head, obeying Espra's request, his motions are a bit 
  stiff. He limp-shuffles over to the bed she indicates and sinks gingerly 
  down into it, looking around nervously as he goes.

Capria nods, moving and notedly keeping her hands clasped as she stands. They 
  remain that way as she walks over to the indicated bed, sitting down with a 
  sigh. "I think I would've been better off sleeping in my sled instead of 
  coming back here while my cutter recharges."

Espra hmmms? Unhooking her scanner from her belt, she asks absently, "Why's 
  that?"
Espra slowly runs her medical scanner over Capria's body.  You hear a slight 
  hum and lights on the small, black gadget flicker.

Two beeps sound, and a red light stabilizes, indicating a medical condition 
  for Capria...
 Her hands are lacerated with cuts, apparently from somthing sharp and jagged. 
  The main cut on each hand goes fairly deep, almost to the bone in some 
  places across her palms.

Capria holds out her hands to Espra. "That's why. Cut them on some wreckage I 
  found outside... wandering to keep myself from going back out, powered 
  cutter or no." She wrinkles her nose once more. "There was a dead body in 
  there, too. Wonder if the Guild knows about it."

Espra ows softly, nodding as she crosses the room to rummage in a cabinet. 
  "Yeah, they do. I think they leave it there on purpose. Never went out there 
  myself."

Tance goes very, very still at the words 'dead body', swallowing hard and 
  fidgeting uneasily in the biobed where he's sat down. He jerks his attention 
  away from the two women, then, or at least tries to; only at Espra's further 
  words does a measure of relief cross his weathered features.

Capria nods. "Probably do... to scare us, maybe? Or give unsuspecting new 
  Singers lacerations?"

Espra chuckles, coming back to the bed. "I think to scare folks, yeah. Maybe 
  in the hopes it'll warn somebody enough to get their butts back here 
  /before/ the storm hits. Hold out your hands please, Capria. I need to clean 
  'em out."

Capria nods, holding her hands out for Espra, ignoring the blood and seemingly 
  the pain. "I'll certainly remember that. How is Remina?"

Espra shakes her head, glancing toward the door to STC before bending to 
  gently dab at the singer's hands. "No better, but no worse either. Time will 
  tell."

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

Tance keeps sitting quietly, his head bowed, occasionally fidgeting uneasily. 
  His hair keeps falling into his face, despite repeated shovings of a hand 
  back through the gray-streaked locks.

Tugging her jacket on, Fiana walks slowly into the infirmary. She pauses to 
  straighten Dr. Bear's jacket and pat its head. Then, she nods a greeting to 
  Espra and Capria. Catching sight of another patient fidgeting, her eyes 
  widen in surprise. "Singer Vokrim?" she asks softly.

Capria nods slowly to Espra, remaining silent as her hands are cleaned.

Espra looks up from Capria's hands to give Fiana a nod, her mouth quirking at 
  the meditech's response to Tance's presence, then she leans back, giving her 
  patient's hands a thoughful look.

Parked in the biobed to which Espra had directed him, Tance doesn't 
  immediately register Fiana's question. Her footfalls, however, catch his 
  attention, and he whirls nervously around, fixing wide brown eyes on her. 
  "Wh-what?" he blurts.

Katya walks softly from the lift area.
Katya has arrived.
Katya limps in
Katya Takes a seat and waits patiently for her turn
Katya looks at you for a moment.

Espra nods suddenly to herself, giving Capria a reassuring smile. "Your hands 
  are already starting to heal up. I'm just going to bandage them up and send 
  you on your way. Do you prefer purple or green?" She gives Katya a nod as 
  she reaches for the bandages.

Capria blinks a moment. "Purple," she finally decides. "Yes, purple." She 
  turns to peer at Katya, wincing slightly at the gash on her leg.

Fiana takes another few steps toward Tance, her lips curving into a warm 
  smile. "It's very good to see you, Tance," she murmurs. "It's been quite a 
  while. I'm Fiana Sullivan." Nodding then to Katya, she closes one eye in a 
  wink afterward to Espra, hearing the question about bandage colors. "Are you 
  hurt, Tance?"

The shaggy-haired man in the worn jumpsuit blinks dazed brown eyes up at 
  Fiana; clearly, he doesn't recognize her. "A-are you a doctor?" he mutters 
  in husky and plaintive tones.

Espra grins. "Good choice." Carefully she wraps amethyst purple bandages 
  around the singers palms, and finally steps back with a pleased expression.

Fiana nods affirmatively to Tance's question. "Yes," she responds. "I'm a 
  doctor. Been here quite a while. Have an accident out on the Ranges, Tance?"

"I... um... I was shepherded," murmurs Tance vaguely, once more shoving 
  unkempt hair out of his baffled eyes. "He, uh... said I was supposed to come 
  back here...."

Katya says "shoot Espra I hate to tear you away from your patient but do I 
  /have/ to go to hanger duity considering my injury?"

Capria grins slightly, looking up from an examination of her bandages. "I 
  always hated it, too."

"Who took you out?" Fiana asks Tance, tilting her head to one side. "And how 
  do you feel? Anything broken?"

Espra chuckles. "You're outa here, Capria. Come back in a few days for another 
  look, okay?" Giving a sigh of infinite patience, she turns to Katya. "If you 
  hate to tear me away, then don't. I wouldn't want you to stress yourself. 
  And somehow I doubt you can carry cartons effectively while you're on 
  crutches, so, no."

Tance frowns at this, though the frown's a bit hard to pick out amidst that 
  thick beard that's taken over most of the lower half of his face. "Kid," he 
  mutters sheepishly. "Little guy... um... dark hair...?" He trails off and 
  then blurts, "I'm... I think I fell."

Espra adds, "Cleaning sleds shouldn't be a problem though."

Capria nods, getting up off the bed. "Thanks, Espra..." she sighs a tad 
  mournfully as her hands and then starts for the door with a wave to the 
  others.

Katya says "They won't let me carry cartons anyway"

Fiana nods to Capria as she departs, then turns back to Tance. "D'you remember 
  cutting? Was it a good find?" She pulls out her scanner and runs it over the 
  Singer's body.
Fiana slowly runs her medical scanner over Tance's body.  You hear a slight 
  hum and lights on the small, black gadget flicker.
Two beeps sound, and a red light stabilizes, indicating a medical condition 
  for Tance...
 He walks and sits rather gingerly; the movement suggests a bruised bottom.

Katya says "Well i'm gonna sit there, they'll have to drag me out"

Capria heads toward the lift area.
Capria has left.

Espra keeps her expression bland. "Well, I suppose that's to be expected, neh? 
  So, no on the cartons, yes on the... " She blinks. "Sit where? In the 
  hangar?"

"Black," mumbles Tance, in strangely doleful tones, his gaze lowered shyly 
  down as Fiana scans him.

Katya says "No right here"
Katya says "I was wondering if I could get some pain killer, that's why I came 
  up here"

Fiana whistles softly. "Maybe it was that Gyles you went out with. He seems to 
  find rather a lot of black." She looks at her scanner after she's run it 
  over Tance's body. "Looks like you might have a few bruises, but nothing 
  serious. A nice soak in the radiant tub would likely do you a world of 
  good." She pauses a moment, lips twitching. "And perhaps a nice, big bowl of 
  peach ice cream?"

Espra ahs, nodding as she tosses used supplies in the disposal. "That we can 
  do." She reaches into a cabinet, bringing out a hypo. "Now why in the world 
  would you want to sit in here?" she asks as she presses it against the 
  recruit's neck.

"I-I-If I'm okay can I go find Jade now...?" Tance asks plaintively, his 
  attention lifting again to Fiana's face. There's an odd desperation welling 
  up in his expression, and he starts to get up.

At Tance's comment, Fiana's normally placid expression falters, momentarily 
  replaced by a look of extreme sadness. She takes a breath, and manages a 
  tiny smile. "Maybe a little later, Tance. Would you like me to get you that 
  ice cream?"

Vokrim makes it to his feet, though he gets up rather stiffly. "I gotta go 
  find Jade," he maintains anxiously. "She needs me... she, she needs me, I 
  gotta find her...!"

Espra looks over at Tance, catching the anxiety in his voice.

Fiana shakes her head, reaching out one hand toward Tance's arm. "Not right 
  now, Tance," she says, softly. "You need to stay here on Ballybran for now. 
  You need to take care of yourself."

"I-I-I'm okay, I'm okay, she needs me, I gotta find her," Tance argues, his 
  voice rising in volume, his eyes full of agitation. He doesn't exactly swat 
  at Fiana, but he does flinch when she reaches for him, and he stumbles back 
  from her, trying to get out of her way. "Jade needs me...!"

Espra exchanges a look with Fiana, moving silently to put herself half between 
  Tance and the door.

Fiana shakes her head slowly. "No, Tance," she says firmly. "You're not okay. 
  Your resonance is still at dangerously low levels, for one thing. You need 
  to stay here on Ballybran." She lowers her hand, glancing briefly at a pair 
  of orderlies who take up positions behind Espra. "Jade would understand."

Tance jabs a forefinger to point at Fiana, a gesture that would be forceful if 
  his hand weren't noticeably shaking. "She... _needs_ me," he insists, his 
  voice roughening. He whirls then to shuffle towards the door, blurting as he 
  goes, "Gotta get married, I gotta find her, I gotta...! I gotta find Jade 
  now...!"

Espra shakes her head, fully blocking the door. "I think Jade would be rather 
  upset if she knew you aren't taking care of yourself, Tance, especially on 
  her account. Do stay here."

"Tance," Fiana says quietly, "look at yourself. You can barely walk. At the 
  very least you need to take a good soak and clean yourself up." She gives a 
  little nod at Espra's comment. "Kesya would be terribly upset if she 
  discovered you were neglecting yourself for her."

"But she's... she's..." Tance stares, grimacing, at the young medic and the 
  pair of orderlies at the door, and then he abruptly tries to surge past all 
  three of them, crying out sharply, "Don't understand, y-y-you don't 
  understand, she's hurt and, and, I gotta find her, let me out, I gotta find 
  her...!"

Katya Watches in awe at what's happening

Espra barely has time for a sigh before she's too busy trying to hold Tance 
  back. "Fiana!"

The orderlies take up position beside Espra, fully blocking Tance's attempt at 
  leaving the infirmary. Fiana gives a quiet sigh. "Tance, everything that's 
  possible is being done for Kesya. You're barely able to function at this 
  point. Please, try to calm yourself down." Meanwhile, one of her hands has 
  slipped into a pocket. "If you don't, I'll have to sedate you."

The shaggy-haired Singer cries out wordlessly as the orderlies quite deftly 
  snag both his arms. A healthy Tance Vokrim with a Singer's full strength 
  might be able to elude them, but he is not a healthy Tance Vokrim, and he's 
  forced to writhe desperately in their grasp. "N-nnnooooOo!" he groans, his 
  eyes gone round and panicked. "Lemme go... lemme go! Jade, I gotta get to 
  her, _please_, lemme go...!"

Katya says "Espra do you want me to call security?"

"I'm sorry, Tance," Fiana says quietly as she steps up to him, pulling the 
  hypospray out of her pocket. She has to shuffle a bit before she gets a good 
  angle from which to apply it. "I'm sorrier than I could possibly express."

Espra takes a step back from the mob, eyeing Tance with a sigh. After a 
  moment, she glances at Katya, shaking her head.

Katya stands and goes over to Espra

"No! Nnn-noooOOO..." Tance starts to growl this out, but then Fiana's 
  hypospray finds its mark. Vokrim jerks violently in the orderlies' hands, 
  trying all the more wildly to break free from their grip, but his struggles 
  last only for a scant handful of seconds before his thin frame abruptly sags 
  between them. A look of profound astonishment crosses Tance's bewhiskered 
  visage, and he mumbles confusedly, "Jade...?"

Espra's brow furrows in a frown. "He's not crazy, he's in love. And if my 
  partner was missing, I'd probably be acting worse than poor Tance here." She 
  stalks back over to sit at the desk.

Fiana nods to one of the orderlies, who moves aside. She slips under Tance's 
  arm and helps propel him back toward one of the biobeds. "Yes, Jade," she 
  says quietly. "She'd want you to get a good rest, Tance. And maybe a shave, 
  too. Would you like something to eat?" She glances briefly at Espra and 
  nods, slowly.
Fiana looks at you for a moment.

Why can't he get to the door...? And why can't he make his arms work right, 
  all of a sudden...? Deeply concerned by this, Tance frowns down at his own 
  feet, and doesn't seem to realize that Fiana's taken over from one of the 
  orderlies until she's guiding him back over to lie down. "Wh-what'd you do?" 
  he asks, something of the growl leaving his voice, leaving him sounding lost 
  and bereft as he tries to lift a suddenly heavy head to peer at the medic.

Ynsira walks softly from the lift area.
Ynsira has arrived.
Ynsira walks in limping and in farely bad shape for a small adventurous 
  excursion.
Ynsira's wristunit beeps and she listens to it carefully. You can just make 
  out "... you..."

Fiana continues helping Tance to move slowly back toward one of the biobeds. 
  "I just gave you a little something to help you relax," she says quietly in 
  response to the despondent Singer. "You need rest, food, and recharging of 
  your symbiont most of all right now, Tance. Do cooperate with us, please." 
  She nods a greeting to Ynsira as she enters.

Espra glances over, takes one look at Ynsira, and sighs, pointing her to the 
  nearest biobed. "And pray tell, how'd you manage this?"

Ynsira speaks softly into her wrist comm. You can just make out "I'm... cut... 
  ankle."
Ynsira says "Let's say I got adventurous."

"But... I don't... I'm not tired..." murmurs Tance vaguely, as Fiana sits him 
  back down on that biobed, and even as he utters the words, his brow crinkles 
  in puzzlement. Strange, he _feels_ tired...

Ynsira's wristunit beeps and she listens to it carefully.  You can just make 
  out "Nevermind... soon."

Espra arches an eyebrow, running her scanner over the young woman. "Which 
  means you either got mouthy with a ressing singer, or went climbing on that 
  wreckage out there, right?"
Espra slowly runs her medical scanner over Ynsira's body.  You hear a slight 
  hum and lights on the small, black gadget flicker.

Two beeps sound, and a red light stabilizes, indicating a medical condition 
  for Ynsira...
 She is hobbling, favouring her right ankle. It looks a bit swollen and, by 
  her expression every time she puts weight on it, painful. Looks like a nasty 
  sprain. She has a shallow gash on her forehead. It is bleeding profusely as 
  all scalp wounds do, but doesn't look that serious. Her hands are lacerated 
  with cuts, apparently from somthing sharp and jagged. The main cut on each 
  hand goes fairly deep, almost to the bone in some places across her palms.

Espra arches an eyebrow, running her scanner over the young woman. "Which 
  means you either got mouthy with a ressing singer, or went climbing on that 
  wreckage out there, right?" (re)

Fiana's placid smile is once more in place. "Maybe not right now, Tance. But 
  do indulge me and try to rest, okay?" She helps ease him down onto the 
  biobed. "Sure you don't want something to eat or drink? A nice glass of 
  Yarran? Or some of that good ice cream?"

Ynsira nods, "Yeah just slightly exploring that wrecked up sled...guess my 
  mind slipped and I got stuck in memories I guess."
Ynsira says "I didn't feel the pain until I started back toward the complex."

Slumping back on the biobed now, Tance blinks slowly and heavily up at Fiana 
  leaning over him, and he mumbles in distant tones, "Food...?"

Espra's mouth quirks. "Looks like more than your mind slipped. Oh, I just bet 
  you noticed it then. Okie dokie, hold on..." She rummages through various 
  cabinets, bringing an armful of supplies back to the bed.

Ynsira sits and sighs, "I could have done most of the treatment myself, but I 
  didn't have enough clean cloth to do it with."

Fiana smiles. "Food, then, Tance. Something nice and nourishing. My treat." 
  She pats his arm reassuringly. "What would you like?"

"I... I dunno," comes Tance's absently murmured reply. "I can't... think 
  straight..." Never mind that this is an understatement of the year when it 
  comes to Tance Vokrim; the irony certainly seems lost on _him_.

Katya She's fixed on Tance and can't believe that someone could love someone 
  else so much

Espra chuckles, dabbing at Ynsira's wounds with disinfectant. "Oh? You've got 
  medic training?"

"Why don't you let me pick something out, then?" Fiana asks Tance with a 
  smile. She pads over to the catering unit and punches up a nice, nutritious 
  casserole dinner and a glass of Yarran ale to wash it down with. Putting 
  everything onto a tray, she heads back to the biobed, offering Katya a 
  little smile. "Let's see how this goes down, Tance. If you're still hungry 
  afterwards, I'll get you some peach ice cream. I know you like that."

Ynsira says "I was a medical doctor when I left Taal'en for here.""

Ynsira
         Ynsira is a tall, dark-haired woman, very mysterious if one takes a 
  look at her. She has waist -long dark brown and wavy hair, which she keeps 
  meticulously braided due to the ease of keeping it neat with it being so 
  long. Her eyes are a deep and mysterious jade shade of greenish-gold, that 
  are very piercing and sensual.
         Sira has a very slender body and a bronzish tan from many hours of 
  working out in the sun. She is not very heavy in weight, but has fine muscle 
  tone that adds to a shape that is firm. Combining her physical attributes 
  with a modest sense of dignity and self-esteem show in her warm, caring 
  smile.
         Ynsira wears a modest white blouse with a dark sienna brown skirt, 
  that fit to her shapely feminine body. The colors of her outfit show off her 
  deep bronze tan.    She is hobbling, favouring her right ankle. It looks a 
  bit swollen and, by her expression every time she puts weight on it, 
  painful. Looks like a nasty sprain. She has a shallow gash on her forehead. 
  It is bleeding profusely as all scalp wounds do, but doesn't look that 
  serious. Her hands are lacerated with cuts, apparently from somthing sharp 
  and jagged. The main cut on each hand goes fairly deep, almost to the bone 
  in some places across her palms.

Katya says "I guess I have to go to the hanger, but if it's possible i'm going 
  to get out of it"

Espra ohs? She grins. "Okay, you're right then, except for the hands. Those'll 
  have to be stapled."

"I... like peach ice cream... yeah..." Tance agrees, eyes dropping languidly 
  shut for a moment and then opening again, as he tries to focus on Fiana and 
  the tray she's bringing him. His gaze makes it up to her face, and now, 
  although the sharp edge of desperation has drained out of his eyes, the 
  plaintiveness is still there in those hangdog brown orbs.

Katya Looks at Tance and smiles
Katya Then makes her way out
Katya heads toward the lift area.
Katya has left.

Fiana hooks a stool with her foot and slips to a seat on it, balancing the 
  tray in her lap. "Do you want me to help you with this, Tance?" she asks, 
  softly, again reaching out to touch his arm - perhaps in reassurance, 
  perhaps as a gesture of comfort.

Tance reaches for the ale, first, and frowns disorientedly at the slow motion 
  of his own hand. "Feel weird," he mumbles.

"Part of that's probably the hypospray," Fiana says. "And your symbiont is 
  still in debt. So your coordination isn't quite what it normally is. Need 
  some help with that ale?"

Ynsira sighs and looks at her palms of both hands. "I never thought being so 
  adventurous could look so bad."

A blush starts creeping across what little is visible of Tance's features. 
  Slowly and heavily and embarrassedly, he nods.

Espra grins, applying stapler to said hands. "Ah, it's not so bad. Luckily, 
  the staples are a very pretty color." *KA-CHUNK!* *KA-CHUNK!*

Ynsira laughs with a bit of pain, "So how long in your estimation, this will 
  all take to heal?"

Fiana smiles gently, reaching out to steady the glass and help it reach to 
  Tance's lips. "It's good Yarran, Tance," she says. "Nice and cool. It'll go 
  down a treat."

Espra mmms, stepping back to give her work a final look. "The hands? I'm 
  thinking a couple of weeks. Let's see about that ankle." Watching Ynsira's 
  face, she gently feels around the sprain. "Lemme guess- hurts like hell?"

Tance seems to agree with the medic at his side, if the slight easing of his 
  dazed features is any indication. He fumbles next towards the food, but it's 
  fairly obvious that the sedative has played havoc with his physical 
  coordination; his hand comes down heavily on the tray and only narrowly 
  misses landing right in the casserole.

Ynsira nods, "Yeah you can say it hurts." Ynsira's face cringes as she touches 
  the ankle. "It was nasty. I guess they say us medics never make good 
  patients they're right about that."

Espra chuckles, reaching for her supplies. "I don't even want to think what 
  I'd be like if I got injured. What color do you prefer? I've got orange, 
  purple, and green bandages."

Ynsira says "Let's go with the green."

Setting the glass back down on the tray, Fiana smiles at Tance. "Looks like 
  your coordination is a bit off today," she says, helping curl his fingers 
  around a fork and scooping up a little bit of the casserole.

Espra beams, deftly wrapping the ankle. "Very good choice! Green's one of my 
  personal favorites."

Ynsira nods with a bit of pain, "So should I walk on the ankle doc?"

Understatement of the year, no doubt about it, and no doubt about the fact 
  that Fiana is going to have to feed this patient she's sedated. Tance tries 
  his best at it, but the man seems to be doing well to keep conscious, much 
  less rally enough wits to consume the meal before him. In sluggish and 
  clumsy motions, he makes slow progress through the food, and some of it gets 
  sidetracked to his jumpsuit.

Ynsira says "And what about sled cleaning and all?"

Espra shakes her head, ducking into a supply closet. She emerges a moment 
  later with a pair of crutches, which she offers to Ynsira. "Not unless you 
  want to be in a lot worse pain for a lot longer. Your best bet- go soak in 
  the radiant tubs. The heat'll do wonders. I'll allow ya to keep cleaning 
  sleds, yes."

Ynsira nods, "Yes doc."

"Now isn't that tasty?" Fiana asks Tance with a smile. "Bet it feels good on 
  an empty stomach." She deftly wipes up the bits of casserole that made their 
  way onto his jumpsuit and helps him spoon up the casserole.

Ynsira takes the crutches. "Never had to use these before, should be 
  interesting."

Espra grins. "You're all done. The ankle- eight, maybe ten days. C'mon back in 
  in two weeks and we'll see how you're doing."

Ynsira smiles to the female meditech, "Ok, see you then hopefully not sooner."

Espra laughs, making shooing motions. "Right."

"'Sgood," is the only commentary Tance makes on the food and the ale. 
  Eventually, with the medic's patient assistance, he gets most of it 
  consumed. If his expression is any indication, he's still wrestling between 
  the imposed languor of the sedative and the need for nutrition; his brow 
  remains crinkled in deep concentration the whole time.

Alec walks softly from the lift area.
Alec has arrived.
Alec looks to the medic and nods, "Evening Espra.. do you have a moment?"

"I'm glad to hear it, Tance," Fiana says with a smile. "And look. You've 
  finished it all. Care for some nice ice cream to finish it off with?"

Ynsira heads toward the lift area.
Ynsira has left.

Espra was heading for the door after giving Fiana and Tance a glance, but 
  pauses at Alec's call. "I have approximately one moment, yes."

Tance slumps again backwards in the biobed, frowning absently. "Don't want any 
  ice cream," he mutters.

Alec hrms.. "well, not long enough to check my arm then? If you have to leave, 
  I can ask Fiana, or I can wait..

Fiana picks up the tray and stands, taking everything back to the catering 
  unit and setting it all in the disposal bin. "Okay, Tance," she says. "No 
  ice cream for now. Feeling a little better are you?" She smiles a greeting 
  to Alec.

"Wanna go find Jade," murmurs Tance drowsily.

Alec nods back a faint smile to the medic..

Espra mutters to Fiana, "... but can you... needs is... checked,... should... 
  and... to... elsewhere..."

"We'll talk about that later, Tance," Fiana says with a smile, smoothing back 
  his hair. "For now, you need to have a good rest. You're looking better 
  already." She listens to a murmured comment from Espra, and nods. "Of 
  course. Security Officer, you'd like me to take a look at that arm?"

Tance frowns absently, but subsides with barely a murmur against the pillow 
  underneath him, leaving Fiana free to attend to the newcomer.

Alec nods, "please.. those staples are itching a bit.. woudl be nice if I 
  could have the removed."

Espra smiles her thanks, and bops out the door.
Espra heads toward the lift area.
Espra has left.

Fiana looks from Tance to Alec, nodding to the latter. "If you'd hop up onto 
  one of the biobeds, please," she says, "I'll take a look and see how you're 
  doing." She detours around the biobeds and scoops up Dr. Bear, setting the 
  little stuffie down on Tance's bed.

Alec nods and does as asked, without a sound he slides up on the bed.. and 
  slides off the upper part of his suit to make it easier to access his arm..

Fiana gives Tance another little smile before turning to Alec. "Well," she 
  says, peering at the arm, "it looks to be healing well. The staples are 
  itching you? Any other pain?"

Tance makes a soft and wordless, confused little noise as the toy is set down 
  beside him, but otherwise lies there quietly.

Alec shakes his head, "no, no pain, but them things do itch.

Fiana nods to Alec. "Okay," she says. "Actually, the wound looks healed enough 
  for me to take the staples out." She reaches for the instrument tray. 
  "Shouldn't take a moment."

Alec nods, puting the left hand in his right so that his arm is steady for the 
  medic. "How is Samira doing? and that applicant Katya? Im sure her leg is 
  hurting her.."

Fiana extracts a solution spray which she then proceeds to apply to Alec's 
  arm. "I've not seen Singer Samira," she murmurs. "But the applicant was down 
  here earlier. The leg does seem to be causing her some discomfort. Still, 
  she's able to move about some, which is good."

Alec hmms.. "Was there any work restrictions put on her? I noticed her 
  cleaning a sled this eve."

Fiana continues spraying the solution. "It'll dissolve the staples in a few 
  moments," she says. "And yes, there are restrictions. She's allowed to clean 
  sleds, but not to carry cartons."

Alec nods, "Ok, I didnt recieve any restriction notice for here.. I didnt know 
  what she was allowed to do..

Fiana nods. "You may want to check with training or legal," she says, "but the 
  only medical restriction on her is that she's not allowed to carry cartons 
  at this time." She looks at the arm and sprays another solution onto it. 
  "There you go," she says. "The arm looks to be almost completely healed. The 
  scratch'll disappear in a couple of days."

Alec nods as he drops his hand to his side and makes a fist, then curls his 
  arm up flexing it.. he nods, "good.."
Alec heads toward the lift area.
Alec has left.

Fiana steps over to the mahogany door, turns the knob, and steps through into 
  the room beyond, closing the door after herself.
Fiana has left.

[And after a while, in the Infirmary's short term care ward...]

Travis is finished in Short Term Care and steps into the infirmary.
Travis has arrived.
Travis walks out of short term care with a limp.

One of the Infirmary's orderlies, looking rather bored, is apparently on duty 
  over a quiet, begrizzled-looking man lying in one of the biobeds; the 
  orderly glances up at Travis's footfalls and calls a polite, soft greeting. 
  The man in the bed stirs a little, but not much.

Travis looks at you for a moment.

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

Travis nods to Espra as he heads out of the Infirmary, smiling slightly to 
  the sleeping singer and the intern.

The young orderly, a fresh-faced young fellow looking rather restless and 
  bored, grins sheepishly to Travis, and fidgets a bit as he takes another 
  scan through the records he's been given to study. On the biobed beside him, 
  CS Vokrim stirs again, mumbling faintly, a frown creasing his brow.

Travis limps out of the infirmary
Travis heads toward the lift area.
Travis has left.

Espra steps over to the biobed, smiling down at its occupant. "Tance?"

"He's been sleeping off that sedative Meditech Sullivan gave him," the 
  orderly pipes up, sitting up swiftly as Espra draws near. The Singer, 
  however, shifts groggily where he lies, his head turning in Espra's 
  direction.

Espra nods slightly, acknowledging the information. "Looks like it's 
  partially slept off, at any rate. You with us, Tance?"

"Meditech Sullivan got called away," the orderly says uneasily, blinking blue 
  eyes at the stirring figure on the biobed. "Do you want him put under 
  again?" The boy's trying to pitch his voice low, but this lad -- just out of 
  adaptation -- apparently hasn't quite gotten the knack of speaking outside 
  the range of Singer ears yet.

Tance, in the meantime, half-opens his eyes, trying to focus on Espra's face 
  overhead. "Whuuhha?" he groans faintly.

Espra shakes her head. "Not if I can avoid it." She leans over so Tance can 
  see her (once he's able to focus). "Tance, I'm Meditech Espra. You feeling 
  any calmer now?"

Brown eyes eventually do focus, more or less, upon Espra's face and frame. 
  The Singer wets his lips, then croaks out huskily, "I... I think so... 
  where'm I..."

Espra gestures around them. "You're in the infirmary."

Tance can be seen to frown vaguely. He starts to try to sit up, then reels, 
  even as he mutters, "Am I hurt...? Aigh..."

Espra shakes her head. "You came in with a few bruises, but they should be 
  gone by now."
Espra reaches out hastily to help Tance maintain his balance, "Do take it 
  easy, Tance."

"Can I go?" the man in the biobed asks plaintively, lifting his free hand to 
  rub across his face. "I gotta go..."

Espra keeps her voice light. "Why? Is our hospitality that displeasing?"

Tance frowns, trying to sit up and remaining half-propped in Espra's hold. 
  Perhaps some of the sedative is still in his system, for his expression is 
  muzzy, his voice vague, as he answers, "I... gotta do something... kark, I 
  can't... remember..."

Espra sighs her relief. "Well, Fiana said she wanted you to soak, if I 
  remember correctly. Maybe that was it?"

"Am I buzzy?" mutters the grizzled Singer, fumbling around with his free hand 
  till he can more or less support himself, though it seems to take him a 
  little effort. And he muses groggily, "I don't feel buzzy..."

Espra shakes her head. "No, but you've been a bit unconscious for a few 
  hours."

Tance frowns some more, peering uncertainly at the medic, while the orderly 
  behind her tries his most amiable and unintimidating smile. Then he frowns 
  down at himself, and mutters, brows drawing together under his tangled hair, 
  "I'm a mess..."

Espra chuckles, nodding. "You were out in the ranges, so that's to be 
  expected." She nods toward the orderly. "He can help you clean up if you 
  wish..."

"Clean up," mumbles the Singer, half to himself. "And... then I.. gotta do 
  _something_... important... I can't stay here... nnhnnhhnn...." Tance pushes 
  himself into sitting up, then reels sideways, just barely catching himself 
  on the side of the biobed. The orderly jumps, and shoots an alarmed sort of 
  'eek, orders, ma'am?' look at Espra.

Espra gives the orderly an impatient look, reaching out to support the Singer. 
  "Yes. You gotta do several important things. First, you're going to get 
  cleaned up, and then you're going to sleep."

Travis walks softly from the lift area.
Travis has arrived.
Travis's wristunit beeps and he listens to it carefully. You can just make out 
  "... like that.... if... busy..."
Travis comes limping back in, heading toward Short term care.

Espra gives Travis a nod and a smile, her eyes flicking toward STC.

Travis enters Short Term Care.
Travis has left.

"You want me to take him to the tub room, ma'am?" the orderly whispers loudly, 
  apparently under the fond delusion that he can keep his voice down.

Tance protests, his voice turned faint and a little high for what's probably 
  his normal register, "'Mnot sleepy..."

Espra sighs, lifting her eyes heavenward. "Yes. Then you'll help him to his 
  quarters, or wherever he wants to go, except to the shuttles." Her 
  expression changes dramatically as she smiles at Tance. "Alright, but I do 
  want you to relax. Go to the lounge, have a few drinks, whatever."

He's catching the tones of the voices around him, even if half the words 
  aren't quite making sense, and Tance blinks groggily at the medic and the 
  young orderly. "Can't," he finally mumbles to the former. "I can't..."

Relieved to have something to do, but looking a trifle nervous about handling 
  this Singer, the orderly mumbles under his breath, "Least he's not rezzing," 
  and steps up briskly to help Vokrim to his feet.

Espra shoots the orderly a scathing look. "Never mind." She beckons to another 
  to relieve the first of his burden. "Yes, you can, Tance, and you will."

Erp? The young orderly finds the Singer taken out of his grasp, and he 
  protests, "But ma'am--"

Dislodged by his movement -- someone, perhaps Meditech Sullivan, must have put 
  the toy on the biobed Tance had been occupying -- Dr. Bear falls off the 
  biobed with a soft *ploff*. The Singer blinks down bemusedly at it, and then 
  explains absently to Espra, "I don't have any credits." As she takes hold of 
  him, he sways, frowning again at the slight disruption of his balance 
  involved with being handed between the orderly and the medic.

Espra ahs, bending down to scoop up Dr. Bear. She thinks about that for a 
  moment, them smiles. "My treat?"
Espra is, yes, now ignoring said young orderly.

The orderly creeps off, knowing a dismissal when he sees one, but inwardly 
  relieved he doesn't have to deal with a Singer liable to start ranting at 
  the slightest provocation. Despite the boy's concerns, though, Tance Vokrim 
  blinks owlishly at the woman who remains, and mumbles, "O-Okay..."

Espra chuckles, setting Dr. Bear down gently on the bed. "Only if you want to 
  though. Or you can go to your quarters and relax. It's up to you."

Tance goes still, a strange frightened look coming over his grizzled face, and 
  he suddenly and vehemently shakes his head. "N-no...."

Espra's eyebrows arch. "No...? No, you don't want to go back to your quarters?"

The Singer shakes his head several more times, apparently visibly rattled.

Espra frowns slightly. "Alright." She jerks her head toward the door. "Let's 
  go get you cleaned up."

"O-okay," comes the timid mumble again, the arm under Espra's grasp relaxing a 
  little, though palpable tremors shoot through Tance's limb.

Remina is finished in Short Term Care and steps into the infirmary.
Remina has arrived.

Travis is finished in Short Term Care and steps into the infirmary.
Travis has arrived.

Remina smiles, "Espra."

Espra helps Tance off the biobed, turning her head to acknowledge Travis and 
  Remina. "Hmmm?"

Remina smiles, "I want to go to my room."

Tance, swaying a little in Espra's support, blinks several times at the pair 
  of approaching figures. He goes very still, looking as if he's caught in the 
  running lights of an oncoming sled.

Remina smiles at Tance. "Hello, I'm Remina or so they tell me. Do I know you?"

Espra thinks for a beat. "Why?" she asks Remina.

Tance blurts, "I... I-I dunno..."

Remina
A heart shaped face is surrounded by waves of raven hair. Her midnight blue 
  eyes gaze out from beneath long dark lashes, her lips are full and naturally 
  a soft red in color. Her frame is lean and well muscled. She appears average 
  in height if she were to take off her shoes, otherwise she is slightly tall 
  for her body type and gender.
Remina is dressed in fine-cut, blood-red jumpsuit with jet-black trim on the 
  sleeves and collars, the jacket of which is zipped only half way up to 
  reveal a black sleeveless shirt beneath. Black boots and a utility belt 
  complete the outfit. 
 She's taken a blow to the back of the head when her sled crashed. The slight 
  scratch she received is almost entirely healed, but the large bump remains, 
  and the skin around it is a lovely shade of purplish-black. She looks around 
  in confusion, seeming not to know where or who she is.
Carrying:
Remina's Crystal Cutter

Remina thinks, "Because it might help me remember to be around familar things, 
  don't you think?"

Espra nods. "I agree with that, but I'd rather not have you leaving here." She 
  gestures toward the chastened orderly. "He can help Travis bring some stuff 
  down for you."

Remina sighs, "Will I ever get to leave?"

Espra chuckles, guiding Tance toward the door. "Sure. As soon as you get 
  better, Remina."

What? Oh yes. Any work that doesn't involve hauling around raving lunat--er, 
  uh, disoriented Singers. The orderly brightly leaps up off the chair he'd 
  occupied across the way, and pipes, "I'd be happy to fetch any of the 
  Singer's belongings!"

Tance blinks from face to face, looking thoroughly disoriented by now, peering 
  at everyone from behind his unkempt bangs.

Remina pouts and returns to short term care.
Remina enters Short Term Care.
Remina has left.

Travis sighs slightly and follows Remina.
Travis enters Short Term Care.
Travis has left.

[And Espra, at last, quietly escorts Tance off to get him cleaned up and
 out of the Infirmary. End log.]