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Allashandra smiles and inclines her head in Trill's direction, "Got some nice rose today. Going back out though if you want to get a recruit to clean my sled."
Trill looks at Allashandra and gives her a small wave as she gives her a greeting. "Market's good for rose," she says as she wipes her hands on a cloth then signals a recruit to do a quick sled cleaning. "Did you cut well?"
You can no longer sense any resonance in your body.
Non-singers around you sense: Allashandra seems distracted at times, as if her
thoughts were distant.
Allashandra nods, "Reasonably enough. Things are a little off though. Not sure why."
Trill directs a passing recruit to clean Allashandra's sled.
Trill's eyebrows lift. "Off?" she asks, looking a bit confused. "Your
sled is working alright?"
Allashandra sighs and nods leaning against a nearby wall, "Yeah the energies are being sucked or something." she shrugs her shoulder with her hands full with two cartons. She looks confused, "No the sled is fine."
Trill pauses as she considers who she is dealing with, smile settling comfortably on her face. "Did you say your ablutions before you left?"
Allashandra nods and sniffs, "Yeah I did. Maybe I did something to offend." she frowns, "You don't think shepherding could of done it do you?"
Trill makes a face at the mention of Allashandra's sheep. "He's been acting as bad as a ressed old timer," she mutters but her smile is automatically back on her face. "Perhaps not shepherding, but perhaps the sheep?" she asks maliciously. "Perhaps once he's sacrificed a carton or two, or his sled, you'll do better."
Allashandra raises a brow and smiles, "Oh yeah maybe I should talk with him and make sure he is doing the rituals right or something. Then I will get back in the good graces of the spirits."
Trill looks pleased "Might be, but if that doesn't work, consider the sacrifice route."
Allashandra nods and bites down on her lower lip, "I will look into it. Maybe a little bowl of juice can help me see the way."
Trill looks amused. "Juice?" she asks, then tries to compose her face. "I think I haven't been fully informed."
Allashandra nods, "Sometimes you can see things in it. Images you know. If you stare at it with a blank mind. And since the catering units are being overstocked with it again it is an easy source of liquid."
Trill ah's. This makes some semblance of sense to her, now. "Ah, I've read of scrying. Wouldn't oil or water be better?"
Allashandra shakes her head and grins, "No the pulp makes for nice swirling things to see."
Trill nods, eyes not leaving Allashandra. "Do you think I could watch?" she asks, truly curious.
Allashandra nods and smiles, "Sure let me get these crystals repacked and then we go in my sled. I have all the supplies there."
Trill nods again and says before she turns away, "Let me log off duty and check some things, first. Where will we meet?"
Allashandra shifts the weight of the cartons, "Right here works. See you in a few."
Allashandra pops back out, "I think I better get cleaned up first. Be back in a little bit."
Trill nods from the console and waves as she finishes up.
Allashandra whistles her way out of the hangar.
You walk into the Main Lounge.
Contents:
Trill
Deck of Cards
Catering Unit
Obvious exits:
Out
Allashandra enters carrying candles and incense and a shiny bowl. She is cleaned and wearing a nice silky dress. "Okay lets see what the juice says."
Trill stands to join Allashandra, her face missing the smile she reserves for Singers when she's on duty. "Where would you like to set up, Allashandra?"
"Right in the center." Alla places the candles at the four cardinal points and several in the center of a table with the bowl in the middle then lights them lowering the lights in the lounge. She punches out a large order of Orange juice and pours the several glasses into the shiny bowl. "So basically we can both look if you want to try it. Just let your mind be clear and see what images come to you unbidden."
Trill's lips press as she shakes her head "I'd rather watch a pro, first time around," she says, sitting in a chair with her hands in her lap. "Is there anything special I should do?"
Allashandra shakes her head and pulls out a padded a stool and sits on it cross-legged she lights some incense from the candle and places it in the holder, "No just stay quiet unless you see something." she holds her hands out over her head and looks up as if she is speaking to the moons, "Hear me and show me the way please oh spirits of Ballybran."
Trill watches seriously, leaning forward slightly as she does, mouthing "Sprits of Ballybran," and looks around the room then back at the oj.
Allashandra turns her gaze to the bowl using her hands to fan the smoke of
the incense over the bowl her eyes do not blink and they appear unfocused. One
hand shifts to place a stick in the bowl of juice and stir the pulp.
Trill coughs slightly as some of the smoke penetrates to her throat. She can't
help a look into the bowl but is soon watching Allashandra again.
All movements stop suddenly and Alla's eyes are riveted on the bowl. She gasps
and places her hands over her mouth, "No it can't be."
Trill looks at the bowl, open-mawed, and then back at Allashandra, "What?
What?"
Allashandra covers her eyes and shakes her head, "I'm being tested again. There is a new one they are interested in." she quickly stares back into the bowl and watches the swirling patterns shift, "I may lose their favor forever this time. I must go about things very carefully from here on out." she bites down on her lower lip.
Trill sits back, wondering at the cryptic words. "What must you be careful doing?" she whispers, as seems fit.
Allashandra sniffs, 'I must make the prayer more often and appease them. And I can't teach the special songs anymore. Not unless respect is paid by the person I am teaching."
Trill swallows and shakes her head, looking out at Allashandra out of the corner of her eye, "You think your sheep isn't being uh.. respectful?"
Allashandra nods slowly narrowing her eyes, "Yes and if he isn't careful all the lack of respect will fall on his head... wait no his back and break it."
Trill erms, not sure, considering the way singers regenerate that this is such a punishment, but winces nonetheless. "Are you sure?" she glances into the juice then back at Alla again. "You're not going to uh.. help out with this, are you?"
Allashandra blinks, "Oh no a foul wind is coming. Something to blow us
over." her eyes are wide at this time. "Fire oh fire so hot like acid."
very cryptic indeed she is. She shakes her at Trill, "No I have taught
him all that is necessary now it is up to him to prove himself."
Trill feels a cold shiver go down her spine and she sits up straighter as she deals with the eerie feeling. With a small laugh she tries to shrug it off. "I'm sure it's not that bad," she tries to lighten the mood.
Allashandra closes her eyes and slumps slightly over the bowl of orange juice. "It is that bad and worse. A black vein that is no more." she now has a few tears leaking from her eyes.
Trill leans over the table, putting some of the candles in jeopardy as she touches Allashandra's arm. "Singer? Allashandra, are you alright?" she asks softly, her concern in her eyes. "Alla....?"
Allashandra startles at the touch and sits up straight, "Huh? What happened?"
Trill shudders again, head shaking. "You.. you went on about fire and ice and wind and then about black that is no more. Don't you remember?" her voice is still soft and her words come slowly.
Allashandra shakes her head clearing it and rubs her eyes, "Not really. It all gets fuzzy sometimes." she sighs, "It was bad that much I know."
Trill takes a deep breath as she sits back up, squirming slightly in her chair. "Allashandra," she swallows again, "You were talking about Vykenit, too."
Allashandra reaches into the cleavage of her dress and pulls out a voice data
recorder and turns it off. She takes a deep breath and nods, "I suspect
that I was. But later I will listen and see if I can make sense of it all. I
always record these sessions since I rarely remember them afterwards."
she leans over and blows out he nearby candles. "Thank you spirits may
your words serve me well."
Trill watches and 'listens', a bit shaken by it all. "IS it always like this?"
Allashandra shakes her head and smiles, "Thank goodness no. Only when it is important is it this bad." she picks up a tissue and dabs at her brow. "They must have a message they want gotten out bad for me to go that deep."
Trill looks at the bowl of juice as if it might jump up and bite her. "What will you do now?"
Allashandra unfolds her legs from the crossed position and gets up slowly testing her legs underneath her, "I don't know. First I have to hear what I said. Then I have to try and figure out what it means. They are usually never direct. And sometimes all I can do is watch and see what happens." she picks up the bowl and pours the juice down the recycler, 'The juice has served it's purpose let it pass to the energies and be cleansed." she turns up the lights and blows out the remaining candles.
Trill starts to put the candles together and generally tidy up the table. "Do you want company while you listen and decide? Do you need something to drink after all that?"
Allashandra smiles, "You are very kind to offer. And I don't mind but normally the listening is on many levels and is best down in the ranges while searching for crystal flash." she does move to the catering unit and orders up a pitcher of yarren, "Food and drink is always a blessing after talking with the spirits. Would you like some?"
Trill shakes her head as she stands and goes to the catering unit. She arrives back with a nourishing assortment of fruits, cheeses, crackers and sparkling spring waters. "Here," she smiles as she puts the offerings on the table. "Well you need rest before you go out again, I'm sure."
Allashandra smiles, "Thank you. That is very kind of you." she begins to nibble on the items and drink from the water, "Yes rest might be a good idea. I don't want to crash again."
Trill nibbles and sips, too. "Perhaps whatever is speaking to you would like you to slow down and you won't crash no matter how bad the weather is?" she munches.
Allashandra raises a brow and nods sucking on a piece of fruit, "Yes you might be right but I did take an extended break for awhile so I slowed way down for some time." she appears to be looking at a wall but not really focusing on it.
Trill watches her companion, not sure quite what might be appropriate to say, but smiles anyway. "You know," she finally says, reverting to talking shop, "Most of you Singers are pretty good with taking care of your sleds, until you're quite old."
Allashandra smiles and nods, "I do my best. If it weren't for a good running sled I wouldn't be able to do what I do best. And what I love to do."
Trill nods and puts down her glass. "Some have no weather sense and some just can't fly well, no matter how hard they try, a pity."
Allashandra nods and rolls her eyes as she takes a long draw from her water,
"Yeah tell me about it. Have you met Terilie? She was nuts when it came
to storms. I almost had to knock her out once cause she grabbed my controls
when I was vectoring for a landing in a mach."
Trill chuckles "In my position I've met all of you. Now remembering the names all the time.. that's different."
Allashandra grins and nods, "Then there was Raylynn. She ignored her storm sense and didn't make back in time. That was sad."
Trill nods and finishes the bit in her mouth before she speaks. "Too many get lost that way. Do you often run into unfound sleds or. uh.. you know?"
Allashandra sniffs and curls her legs underneath her, "More often then I like but not so much as you would imagine. I have found a few old cutters and sleds that is for sure."
Trill leans back in her chair, head shaking mildly. "I think I'll just stay here like I always do. It's been suggested I take a trip or two, but not for me.
Allashandra nods slowly, "Well the ranges are not forgiving so that might be for the best. I know I have taken my husband out but he usually stays in the sled."
Trill smiles, a bit embarrassed. "I'd rather just keep my feet firmly on the ground at all times. How I ever had the courage to make it here is beyond me. I just can't imagine how I felt so different before."
Allashandra tilts her head, "You mean before you adapted you felt different about flying?"
Trill mm hmm's and chuckles a bit. "I had no problem getting here, but since then I haven't been even to Shankill except once, when I was forced to go on business."
Allashandra nods and bites her lip, "I go there often but my darling Ronan has to put himself to sleep to ride the shuttle."
That particular means of getting through a trip off the ground hadn't occurred to her, and to find out there was someone else with the same feelings about flying was just so comforting. She smiles, a real smile. "I didn't know that! Do you think if I wanted to go on a shopping trip that the meditechs might accommodate me, too?"
Allashandra nods and rubs the back of her neck, "I don't see why not. It wouldn't hurt to ask I guess. He does it too when I take him out in the ranges."
Trill still has that smile on her face. "I think I'll take a little trip down to the infirmary and have a little chat with whoever's on duty."
Allashandra smiles and nods, "Sounds like a good idea."
Then Alla goes and searches for more crystal while listening to the recording
and pondering it’s meanings and finds a black vein. She begins cutting
the black vein and after just 9 tiny little octagons she hits hidden flaw and
the vein goes poof. The way of the dodo bird. So she cries and tries to blow
it off. She goes looking for more and goes to use her new upgraded advanced
autopilot and it fails. So she has to go back to the not so easy ways to find
the right landing spot. Good for her that she has a mapper scanner still and
it works but after being spoiled with the new toy it is a small consolation.
So finds the spot at almost the last letter of her search having looked over
all but three spots on the grid. She gets down alright but on searching for
the vein trips over some vegetation and sprains her ankle. After a long search
for the vein she finds it and looks in. Pale Rose and only a medium sized vein.
Crushed she is to afraid to cut the rose and moves on to an older vein of Deep green and begins cutting it knowing she will be seeing a lot of rose in her
near future. After cutting only 8 crystals out of the vein her blade snaps.
Cutter useless she heads back in to base with her tiny haul and broken objects.
She was pretty far out and had to fly in manually so she had a lot of time to
think about the happenings of the day. She is absolutely sure now that the spirits
have forsaken her. And so continues the saga….
OOC All these things really did happen after the scrying session with no help
from code people. Coincidence? Or fate? You decide.
To make this story more interesting oocly. The autopilot upgrade could not be
repaired by the sled techs because the code said it is in perfect working condition.
Also she had cut out a rose vein earlier in the day that in the end said it
was a very small vein but it wouldn’t even let her cut a Tiny sized octagon
from it. It didn’t recycle when the rest of the claims recycled and it
is still listed on the +claim hogs command making her look like a little claim
piggie when she isn’t as bad as she is. All the little code issues will
be dealt with I just thought that was an added bizarreness to the whole weird
thing.
You step out from the hatchway of the sled "Stabbity Death."
Hangar - Flight Line
A cavernous room with high, arched ceilings and walls partly of plascrete and
partly cut from the stone, the JPF hangar is perhaps the facility's most daunting
place. The grey plascrete floor is gouged and scraped with the scars of countless
crash landings and mangled craft being dragged away. A slightly elevated part
of the floor, marked off by a safety stripe in pale reflective silver-grey,
is home to a host of computer and radar monitors as well as a large public comm
and announcements system, provided mainly for the use of the sled technicians
who run the flight line. The morning's blue-bright light to streams in, encouraging
squinting even on the part of unadapted recruits.
Contents:
Allashandra's sled
Trill
Timer
Repair Bay
Control Console
Sled Rack
Allashandra wipes tears from her eyes and just shakes her head slugging along to the console to leave a note not even noticing if anyone is about.
note My new baby advance autopilot just broke. Can someone fix it please? Thanks
Alla
You quickly tap out a note on the sledtech terminal.
Allashandra slugs on to the cargo bay her shoulders slumped.
Trill works on one of the sleds off in a corner, singing bits from The Magnificat too loudly to be ignored, but remarkably on key for someone who can barely hear.
Allashandra sniffs and turns to see who is singing briefly and just shakes her head, "I'll be back after I repack these I need to ask you something."
You leave for the Cargo Bay.
Hangar - Flight Line> Trill notices the motion just in time to turn and catch Allashandra's words. The look on her face makes Trill turn from her work and pause long enough to decide to stop and find out what has happened now. An unhappy Singer is a dangerous thing when in the ranges.
Storage Carton - Allashandra Contents: PB OCT NO! Crying lots! has left.
Storage Carton - Allashandra Contents: ML DG I can't believe my luck! ACK! has
left.
You go through the Hangar exit.
Hangar - Flight Line
Allashandra sniffs lots coming back out of the cargo bay and drags herself over to Trill limping all the way.
Trill moves to meet Allashandra, wiping her hands on an ever-at-hand cloth and tossing it into one of the receptacles that seem to be everywhere. At first she only signs, then calls "Do you need a meditech? What's wrong?"
Allashandra shakes her head pouting, "I need a trip to Shankill. Will you go with me?"
Trill stops and steps back a pace. "Uh," she stammers as her head starts shaking "No, thank you." She gives an involuntary shudder and glances at Allashandra's leg. "What's happened?" she asks when she looks up again. "You look shaken."
Allashandra all out cries now, "The spirits have forsaken me!"
Trill hasn't dealt with emotions honestly for years, now, just the needs of machines so this outburst by someone she's started to care about is foreign territory. "How do you know?" is all she can think of to ask. "Is this about your prophecy?"
Allashandra nods as she full out sobs now, "Yeah... I listened to the recording and figured it was about Vykenit but it turns out it was about me." she bawls, "I have to do something. I need to get to Shankill and get some supplies."
Trill steps forward and stiffly gives Allashandra a hug, arms barely hugging as her hands pat lightly on Allashandra's back. "Maybe a short trip is just what you need," she says uncertainly, then steps back.
Allashandra sniffs, 'I could get you some sleepy stuff." more sobbing, "I don't want to go alone."
Trill shifts her weight uncertainly. "I know I said I might consider it, but I'm not sure..." she trails off
Allashandra does that trying not cry and sobbing thing catching her sobs with her teeth almost, "Al alright. I think I can find someone else." she swallows more like gulps and tries unsuccessfully to stop the sobs, "Can can you fix my autopilot then?"
Trill starts to look like she might cry herself as she watches Alla. "You really want me to go, huh?" *chin quiver*
Allashandra does that breath catching sob thing now and sits down on the hangar floor proper curling her legs up underneath her and sobs out, "Nnnn noooo it's okay."
Trill puts a hand surly on Allashandra's arm. "If you can talk the meditechs into putting me to sleep during the trip up and back. I'll go. You can't travel alone like this."
Allashandra wraps her arms around your leg and nods sobbing, "Thank thank you. I have to change my luck."
Trill isn't quite sure what to do with her new legwear and just stares down at Allashandra for long moments before her years of mothering take over and she reaches down to try and gently lift Allashandra up with soothing words. "Now, it's one little set back. Think of all the good cuts you've had.
Allashandra allows Trill to ease her up and continues the catching of her breath as she sobs, "It's bad." she all out bawls again, "My new autopilot broke. My blade broke." then she squeals, "And I lost a black vein." almost holding her breath the last sob ends in a high pitched squeal good for Trill she can't hear so good. Then rests her head on Trill's shoulder to bawl some more, "Black that is no more."
Trill pats Allashandra, still hesitant and stiff, but she slowly is getting better. "It's just a coincidence," she says softly, "I'll fix the sled and Farin will fix the cutter. Things will be as good as new."
Allashandra shakes her head rubbing her snotty nose on Trill's shoulder, "no it won't. The spirits have turned on me. I am forsaken. I can't even cut one last crystal out of a rose vein." she sobs some more her whole body shaking and wraps her arms around Trill, "And then I found Rose." the shuddering sobs pick up in speed like that is something significant. “Pale”
Trill stiffens. This is more emotion than she's dealt with since she left Flurry and she's just not doing well. "Uh.. How about you go get ready while I set someone to fixing your sled?" she sounds uncertain. "A nice soak might make you feel better?"
Allashandra nods and sniffs catching her little sobs as best she can, "Oo okay. I should get my cutter fixed." then she bawls some more, "He has cartons with Amethyst and white waiting...." more squealing as she releases Trill and drags herself limping back to the cargo bay.
Trill's face is one of confusion, perhaps bordering on embarrassment, as she watches Allashandra leave. Fixing the autopilot will be easier than fixing the owner, it seems.
You leave for the Cargo Bay.
Cargo Bay