The French Begin To Search The Medibay

Who: (right, deep breath...) Amber, Shakespeare, Keto, Keats, Stuart,
Jessie, Chrizla, Big Pink Tree, Vanessa, Tara, the French and anybody
I've missed, my apologies.
Where: The (crowded) medibay.
When: During the French invasion.
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<<SNIP ONE>>
Jessie, the one wearing the engagement ring, scowled. "Whoever's
flying that crate will be in serious trouble when I get hold of
them." The other one, calmer now, took the suitcase from her and
started leading the group in the general direction of the medibay.
"Don't bother." she advised herself. "It's not like the Wyvern was
any use without weapons. I'm assuming you heard what Guinevere said."
She turned to Vanessa. "Let's get Chrizla up to the medibay. If it's
too busy there, we can leave." Overjoyed at the prospect of getting
back to Keto, the Pink Tree bounded ahead, and was soon out of sight.
Guinevere stared after it. "Is it always like that?" Vanessa
chuckled. "Yep. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."
<<END SNIP ONE>>
<<SNIP TWO>>
"I'm working on it Shaky, you just shut glasses boy and Dr Dunce on
the floor there up." Amber said, pre-empting the rest of the surgeons
sentence. The tree poofed up it's branches at that point and looked
smug. Amber grinned at it. "I just had a brilliant idea. Don't move
Tree." She said, jumping up and moving to the guns in almost one
movement. Grabbing an arm full she shoved them up into the branches of
the Tree and repeated the process until all the guns were hidden
amongst the foliage.
"Just be careful. Don't make any sudden movements and we'll be fine."
Amber grinned.
<<END SNIP TWO>>
"We've got another casualty..." began Vanessa, walking into the
medibay carrying Chrizla's feet, with Jessie holding him under his
shoulders. Vanessa stopped abruptly as she took in the scene before
her, causing Jessie to almost walk into the back of her and Chrizla to
concertina up in a way that can't have done his spine much good.
"What in the world...?" said Vanessa, blinking.
Keto was lying sprawled on the floor, Shakespeare trying to help him
up AGAIN. Stuart was patting his way gingerly around the floor,
trying to find something sturdy to help him guide himself to his feet.
There were broken and scattered hypodermic syringes on the floor.
There was the Big Pink Tree in the middle of the floor, evidently
trying to look utterly motionless and inconspicuous. There was Amber
looking very pleased with herself. There were, in other words, the
normal and regular contents of the medibay.
"...any bunks free?" Vanessa sighed after a slight pause. Amber
jerked a thumb over her shoulder at an empty bunk. As Vanessa and
Jessie moved towards it, however, Keto protested.
"Hey! Tha's MY bunk!"
"You're mobile, unfortunately. You don't need it," said Amber
bluntly, "Just nobody touch the Tree and we'll all be fine."
"What's up with the Tree?" asked Vanessa as she and Jessie lay Chrizla
down on the medical bunk rather gingerly.
"Just...don't touch it," said Amber.
"Guns everywhere!" shrieked Keats suddenly, briefly awakening from his
semi-daze and waving a wild finger at the Tree, "Big pink guns!"
Everybody turned to stare at him, with the exception of the Tree,
which merely quivered slightly.
"And to think," Keto mumbled, "They doshed ME up with morphine."
Any further conversation was forestalled by the sound of marching feet
outside and, suddenly, a uniformed head sticking itself around the corner.
"'allo!" said the French officer loudly, as he and three French
soldiers walked into the medibay, "We are here to search for ze
weapons! Nobody move!"
For once, everybody in the medibay did as they were told, even if only
for a second. Even if it was only because the French soldiers were
carrying extremely dangerous looking guns of their own. Even if it
was only because two people in the medibay were concussed, one was
full of morphine, one was nearly completely blind, one believed
himself to be a Shakespearian playwright, and the others were taken by
surprise.
The French, fortunately, were blissfully unaware of all this.
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OOC: Right, tag to ANYBODY IN THE MEDIBAY OR ANYBODY WHO WANTS TO
WANDER IN TO THE MEDIBAY.
Seriously. Anybody.