'Merdi' bay

Who: Right, lets get started: Amber, Shakespeare, Keto, Keats, Stuart,
Jessie, Chrizla, Big Pink Tree, Vanessa, Tara, the French and Lawrence
Trisees!
Where: Medibay
When: During the Search
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<snip>
"So that's where that got to!" she strode forward, berating the Tree.
"I told you, that's not a toy. It's dangerous, and you don't have the
training, OK?" she scooped up the incriminating object, and turned to
the officer.
"That is yours?" he demanded. Jessie nodded, scowling. "Why do you go
armed - on a 'peaceful' mission?"
She rolled her eyes. "How else do you expect Security to do the job
properly? We do get the occasional homicidal maniac, you know."
<end snip>
At that moment the doors to the medibay slid open and a familiar
figure stepped through, rubbing down his clothes which had gathered a
massive layer of dust and cursing under his breath.
"Why don't they sign post things efficiently? Oh wait of course, this
is the blue dwarf! Efficient is..." Trisees stopped when he realised
that a massive crowd of people stood in the medibay, usually devoid of
any sentience except the medistaff.
He looked back and forth a couple of times at the conglomeration and
said "What?" not really expecting a reply.
He looked at Keats, The Big Pink Tree and Amber and shook his head
disprovingly.
He looked at Jessie, Chrizla and Stuart.
"Who?"
He looked at the French even more confused.
"Who?"
Finally he laid his eyes on Shakespeare
"YOU!" He stated with venom, pointing accusingly.
"Ezcuze me sir," said one of the French, directing the barrel of a gun
at his direction.
"Shut up, I'm not talking to you," dismissed Trisees with a wave of a
hand.
The french were unsure how to handle this turn of events. A man with
a frown had entered the medibay whilst they were questioning and taken
control of the whole situation. He must be someone of great
importance was the conclusion they arrived at.
"Are you ze 'ead of ze Medibay?" one asked.
"WHAT?!" Shouted Keto, promptly falling over due to his outburst.
Shakespeare sighed and picked him back up off the floor.
Trisees turned to face the French and pushed the gun barrel away from him.
"Firstly get that thing out of my face, Secondly, do I LOOK like the
head of a medibay?!"
"I resent that," said Keto from Shakespeare's shoulder.
"Thou'st wouldth," Shakespeare nodded contemplatively.
"You need to be quiet," said Trisees to Shakespeare, his eyes
thinning. "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing around
here but I don't like it."
"I ams't tending to thy patients!" said Shakespeare happily.
"I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!" Said Trisees.
The French had become VERY disconcerted by the arrival of the
frowner/violent shouter. He had turned their carefully organised
search into a rabble of arguments and non compliance. The head of the
search was unsure as to how to get control back. He would find that
within the next three minutes his level of control would be
approaching the minus figures.
There was a small pop noise and a greenish light, followed by a small
wisp of smoke. It was Keto who saw it first, and Keto who made the
first sound.
"No...NO...NO!!!!" he screamed horrendously, trying to back away from
what his eyes had seen. He fell off Shakespeares shoulder and onto
the ground, where he desperately attempted to crawl under the medibed.
Shakespeare turned to see what Keto had spotted and slowly every pair
of eyes in the medibay turned to the same corner that the noise and
light had come from.
Standing there, looking dazed, confused and wearing a maids uniform,
stood Jennifer Wildflower.
"Ummm, what?" She asked, looking down at her apparel and then at the
rest of the team.
"And hell has returned," said Trisees, forlornly.
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<OOC: Yes, the crew is back....almost ;)>