Coming Around
Location: Old Storeroom
Time: Evening on Day 21, Month 8, Turn 2
Players: Roa and Aivey
Scene: Aivey wakes up from her surgery, and has company.
Old Empty Storeroom
Small and rather dusty, this room is just what the name implies. It used to be another storage space for the various odds and ends used by folk regularly enough to warrant its own room. Only problem was it was too far away from most of the residential areas, so it was cleaned out and had a few modifications made to it. For instance, there are no shelves, the rugs and any tapestries have all been removed, and the door locks from the outside. A thick metal ring has been embedded in the wall off in one corner so only half of it juts out, a perfect loop for sturdy rope or a chain. There's one glowbasket up on a wall, but it's empty.
The door opens again as Roa returns. She will relieve Rynna of her task and take it up herself, sitting down in the chair to wait for Aivey to come around. The only difference, really, will be that before she sits, the weyrwoman will move the chair and set it down beside te bed. Perhaps three feet again. And then it is simply watching and waiting as the day creeps by.
The time ticks by. Aivey remains solidly asleep throughout, waking only as that ten hour mark passes slowly by. At first it's nothing much; the rapid twitch of her eyes under closed lids, the tensing of her face and then a slow, pent breath is released. Her eyes open, fix on Roa then shut again. A very hoarse greeting is issued, "A shame it all went so well."
The guards are still here, posted on either side of the door, both inside and out. Or, rather, guards are still here, though they're different ones. Shifts have rotated. The healer and the harper are long gone. In the long wait, Roa has moved a few times to request little things, one being a skin of water and a glass. So this last item is held, half-full, towards Aivey. "It dries you out," she explains softly. "The fellis. Or, at least, it did me."
"Is this the poison?" Aivey asks, lifting both hands from under the press of her blanket to take the water and drink it. She swallows several large mouthfulls then rests the glass between her hands, just opposite the chain linking her wrists together. "Fellis does. Guess its the badside of taking it."
"Well now, as I recall, I think it was stale tea that was the poison," Roa muses with a faint smile. “Fellis was the antidote. That," her chin lifts and nudges towards the glass Aivey cradles, "is water. There's more, if you want." She exhales softly. "Any other festering wounds I should know about? Or was that the last little surprise, Aivey?"
"Not quite done with the surprises," Aivey murmurs quietly, allowing her eyes to slip shut, "It's glass - you'd better take it or I could break it and use a shard..." She trails off, fingers already loosening to relinquish the glass into Roa's hands should she take it, "Are you okay with it?" She wonders next, forcibly drawing her eyes back open and her attention to the goldrider. "What's going to happen?"
The glass is taken and set down on the floor. "Not quite, hmm? I shall have to keep my eyes open to make sure I don't miss the next one. Nearly missed your last." Roa smoothes her skirts as she considers. "I think, Aivey, that is an interesting question. You had no remorse for those lives you took. Those lives you changed and damaged. I don't imagine you're expecting anyone to feel remorse for you. So, why do you ask that?"
"Because I'm the killer. You and this Weyr aren't." Aivey's reply is slow, the words half mumbled, "When I killed them-" She pauses, looks Roa in the eyes, "You won't want to hear it, but when I killed them they didn't suffer. I don't want them to feel sorry for me. I just want the same consideration."
"Those you hurt suffered. I should think Penny suffered, and Ginella. And Issa. T'zen was in the Infrimary for nearly a month sick with fever and infection." Ros's eyes hold Aivey's as she ponders. "You took lives and you judged them. You decided who was fit for what and acted on those decisions. And now the same is happening to you. Strikes me that you are getting precisely the same consideration that you gave others."
"Not the same," Aivey remains adimant, "Not even close." Her eyes close again and remain shut for a few moments. When she regards Roa again she asks, "You knew him, didn't you? It's not just the records."
"Why not the same?" Roa asks, leaning forward just a touch. "I saw him a time or two. When I was very small," is all the answer she gives on the last. But, she doesn't, at least, pretend not to know who 'he' is.
"The only one I want to suffer is Jensen. They never would have suffered... they were scared, but they never suffered unless they did it to themselves," Warped logic, undoubtedly, though Aivey leaves it behind with a small smile. "I've never seen him... I was suppose to, when all this was done."
"We chose our acquiantances as you chose yours. We all paid the price, and now, so shall you. It is the same, you just don't wish to see it." There is for a little while, no added comment, and then, finally Roa says, "You don't look very much alike. Just tiny things."
"That's what they said." Aivey replies quietly, her eyes slipping shut again, "...I hate that he'll never know but at least it's done." The span for staying quiet lasts a good deal longer this time, though Aivey opens her eyes - not yet fully asleep, "I did it, you know... and I'm not sorry. Nothing will change that."
"Yes," Roa agrees softly, "You did it. Whatever 'it' is." She waits a little bit longer, until Aivey has drifted off before adding very very softly, "And now it's my turn." Then she pushes back her chair and waits for the guards to open the door before slipping silently out.
Time: Evening on Day 21, Month 8, Turn 2
Players: Roa and Aivey
Scene: Aivey wakes up from her surgery, and has company.
Old Empty Storeroom
Small and rather dusty, this room is just what the name implies. It used to be another storage space for the various odds and ends used by folk regularly enough to warrant its own room. Only problem was it was too far away from most of the residential areas, so it was cleaned out and had a few modifications made to it. For instance, there are no shelves, the rugs and any tapestries have all been removed, and the door locks from the outside. A thick metal ring has been embedded in the wall off in one corner so only half of it juts out, a perfect loop for sturdy rope or a chain. There's one glowbasket up on a wall, but it's empty.
The door opens again as Roa returns. She will relieve Rynna of her task and take it up herself, sitting down in the chair to wait for Aivey to come around. The only difference, really, will be that before she sits, the weyrwoman will move the chair and set it down beside te bed. Perhaps three feet again. And then it is simply watching and waiting as the day creeps by.
The time ticks by. Aivey remains solidly asleep throughout, waking only as that ten hour mark passes slowly by. At first it's nothing much; the rapid twitch of her eyes under closed lids, the tensing of her face and then a slow, pent breath is released. Her eyes open, fix on Roa then shut again. A very hoarse greeting is issued, "A shame it all went so well."
The guards are still here, posted on either side of the door, both inside and out. Or, rather, guards are still here, though they're different ones. Shifts have rotated. The healer and the harper are long gone. In the long wait, Roa has moved a few times to request little things, one being a skin of water and a glass. So this last item is held, half-full, towards Aivey. "It dries you out," she explains softly. "The fellis. Or, at least, it did me."
"Is this the poison?" Aivey asks, lifting both hands from under the press of her blanket to take the water and drink it. She swallows several large mouthfulls then rests the glass between her hands, just opposite the chain linking her wrists together. "Fellis does. Guess its the badside of taking it."
"Well now, as I recall, I think it was stale tea that was the poison," Roa muses with a faint smile. “Fellis was the antidote. That," her chin lifts and nudges towards the glass Aivey cradles, "is water. There's more, if you want." She exhales softly. "Any other festering wounds I should know about? Or was that the last little surprise, Aivey?"
"Not quite done with the surprises," Aivey murmurs quietly, allowing her eyes to slip shut, "It's glass - you'd better take it or I could break it and use a shard..." She trails off, fingers already loosening to relinquish the glass into Roa's hands should she take it, "Are you okay with it?" She wonders next, forcibly drawing her eyes back open and her attention to the goldrider. "What's going to happen?"
The glass is taken and set down on the floor. "Not quite, hmm? I shall have to keep my eyes open to make sure I don't miss the next one. Nearly missed your last." Roa smoothes her skirts as she considers. "I think, Aivey, that is an interesting question. You had no remorse for those lives you took. Those lives you changed and damaged. I don't imagine you're expecting anyone to feel remorse for you. So, why do you ask that?"
"Because I'm the killer. You and this Weyr aren't." Aivey's reply is slow, the words half mumbled, "When I killed them-" She pauses, looks Roa in the eyes, "You won't want to hear it, but when I killed them they didn't suffer. I don't want them to feel sorry for me. I just want the same consideration."
"Those you hurt suffered. I should think Penny suffered, and Ginella. And Issa. T'zen was in the Infrimary for nearly a month sick with fever and infection." Ros's eyes hold Aivey's as she ponders. "You took lives and you judged them. You decided who was fit for what and acted on those decisions. And now the same is happening to you. Strikes me that you are getting precisely the same consideration that you gave others."
"Not the same," Aivey remains adimant, "Not even close." Her eyes close again and remain shut for a few moments. When she regards Roa again she asks, "You knew him, didn't you? It's not just the records."
"Why not the same?" Roa asks, leaning forward just a touch. "I saw him a time or two. When I was very small," is all the answer she gives on the last. But, she doesn't, at least, pretend not to know who 'he' is.
"The only one I want to suffer is Jensen. They never would have suffered... they were scared, but they never suffered unless they did it to themselves," Warped logic, undoubtedly, though Aivey leaves it behind with a small smile. "I've never seen him... I was suppose to, when all this was done."
"We chose our acquiantances as you chose yours. We all paid the price, and now, so shall you. It is the same, you just don't wish to see it." There is for a little while, no added comment, and then, finally Roa says, "You don't look very much alike. Just tiny things."
"That's what they said." Aivey replies quietly, her eyes slipping shut again, "...I hate that he'll never know but at least it's done." The span for staying quiet lasts a good deal longer this time, though Aivey opens her eyes - not yet fully asleep, "I did it, you know... and I'm not sorry. Nothing will change that."
"Yes," Roa agrees softly, "You did it. Whatever 'it' is." She waits a little bit longer, until Aivey has drifted off before adding very very softly, "And now it's my turn." Then she pushes back her chair and waits for the guards to open the door before slipping silently out.