What a day!

Who: Mel Where: Her diaryWhen: Not too long later   Dear Diary, I have been here one night and half a day and the things that have happened! I really can't be bothered to write it all down, though. I met this man. Ugh. This horrible, horrible man. Such a cheeky bugger. He somehow persuaded me to help him. I mean, I only did it because he needs it. You know, he's been unconscience, and all. I couldn't just leave him. Could I? He reminds me so much of that idiot. The idiot. Stanley. Maybe that's why I want to help him? No, no ridiculous! What am I saying? I don't want to help him, I'm just obliged to because I'm now officially a nurse. A nurse. What a job. Sounds great. All the other nurses sucking up to the 'doctors' or whatever they have here in space. Maybe I shouldn't have joined...   Mel   OOC. KEEP READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Next little snip I'm writing...boy! It's getting late...not in the story, in real life, I mean, hm. Maybe I should just get on with it...   "You there!" Mel jumped, dropping her diary on the spot. She bent over to pick it up, having a disturbed feeling that Bobby the gynaecologist was right behind her taking a look. "Shouldn't you be working?" The man walked around her as she stood up, observing her. "What sort of sissy has a diary?" he asked as he snatched the book from Mel's hands. This made her remember that she's supposed to be a man. "What's your name?" "Uh..." Mel tried to remember. Nope. It had packed it's bags and moved off of Memory Lane and onto I Thought I Was Useless Information But Now You Need Me Isn't That Ironic Street. She searched around for inspiration. She
looked at his clothes. "Tie..." looked around some more "Vent. Tie Vent." "Ty Vent?" he repeated? "Uh, yes." Mel stuttered. The man gave her a funny look and said, "You are one lumpy man. Get to work." And he left. Mel sighed with relief and then paused, realising that she and CK would have to put up the charade again the next day.   OOC. Add something if you want, but I have another story that I'll put on once I find my USB... Claudia Wilson <princess_is_here_77@...> wrote:
OOC. You bet!   Who: Callum and Mel Where: An air vent When: After last 'snip'   Callum crawled through the vents, closely followed by Mel. "Remind me, why are we doing this?" she moaned. "Because," he answered, without stopping or turning around to look at her. "Getting caught isn't exactly on my today list at the moment. That's on tuesdays' list." Mel sighed. "Why are you so desperate to escape, anyway? What's the worst thing they can do when they catch you?" CK froze. He did his best to avoid the thought. But that's not what was bothering him so much. 'when they catch you', she said. 'When'. Not 'if', but 'when'. She expected him to get caught, and he knew for a fact that she wasn't on the cover of 'Thick-Chick Monthly'. Maybe she was right. No. She was wrong. 'Running away
generally involves running', thought Mel. 'Stationary objects are taking over him'. "Look, are you going to move, or what? They're going to bust in here any second, now!" His face was still pale and lifeless. Mel sighed. She picked him up and with amazing strength that she didn't know she possessed, she threw him over his shoulder and crawled through the vents. "What? But, why?" asked the shell-shocked CK. "Because if you're not going to move your sorry little arse out of the way, I'll have to." "Why do you want to help me all the sudden?" CK put a suspicious expression on his face. "Do you like me?" "No." Mel groaned nonchantly. "I'll miss out on my lunch if we're not quick, and I like my soup hot. That stupid vending machine only serves it hot at 12:22." Mel stopped and dropped Callum when they approached another vent door. "If we can break this off,"
she thought-out-loud smartly "then we can escape from there." She looked around slyly. The way her eyes moved side to side...Ah! She spotted something in CK's hand. "Gimme the remote." "Huh?" "You heard me Mr Fugitive, gimme the remote!" She snatched it out of his hands and tried to skim it across the edges of the door in hope that it would open. "No, no, no, that's not how you do it!" CK protested. He crawled towards her, snatched the remote and starting banging it against the door the way a gorilla beats its chest. "Are you trying to tell me how to do this? I can do it myself!" She grabbed it and started banging it on the door harder. So they continued snatching, fighting, banging - all in a tiny half-metre tube. After a while of buffetting about, something started to creak. Fighting, snatching, banging, creaking until suddenly... Neureeegruneeeeeeeeek! The whole section of the vent went crashing through onto the floor below. Mel and CK were thrown about, with a few head injuries. And there they were, right into someone else's quarters. "Well." said Mel. "The thing about hiding is that you try to hide yourself, not crash through the floor and end up in somebody's room."   .:~*LaTeR*~:.   OOC. Sorry this is taking so long! Almost done!   Who: CK and Mel Where:Back in Mel's quarters When: Not long after OOC intermission   "Let me assure you, they're gone. They'll be distracted by the mess we made. Never mention it to anyone, okay?" CK nodded. "And I'm only helping you because I have nothing better to do." "I thought it was because you felt sorry for me." argued Callum as he put on his wig. "And what's with the wigs, anyway? Where did you get them?" "I, uh, use them, for, uh, things." Mel stuttered. CK looked at himself. "I feel ridiculous." he stated. "So do I." agreed Mel as she put on her fake moustache. They looked in the mirror and made distress noises in unison. "Remember, we're doing this only for one day. You're name is Evie Redmill and I'm Jake Housing. You're a nurse and I'm an engineer. Just stay out of trouble, okay?" "Okay." "Come back here in disguise when you know that security is distracted." They walked out of the room, hoping that Holly wouldn't tell anyone about the havoc they have and were about to cause. <tag Callum, or maybe I'll just continue if you want. I have a shorter story I'd like to put in somewhere>   OOC. Sorry again that it's so long! Sorry, sorry,
sorry!callum_armour1 <callum_armour1@...> wrote: OOC: good post Chris, you messed up the discription though... that reminds me, can everyone please check out Callum 'CK' Kockanski's new bio before posting something involving him (no tash or beer belly) Who: Callum and MelWhere: Mel's quartersWhen: Moments before security knock on the door<SNIP>"Okay, wise-guy! Let's get one thing straight! I don't like you, and you don't like me!""Oh really?"Mel's eyebrows lowered."I don't want you to interfere. I'm letting you off the hook because you've just come out of a coma, but if you were a normal man you'd be dropped quicker than a whore's underpants!"He smiled.She smiled.<SNIP>"I like you." Callum beamed"Well ok!" Mel said, snapping back to her raised
voice. "You like me but i don't like you.""Well maybe if you spent more time with me...""ARRRGGGHHHH". Mel screamed before realising that Callum was trying to wind her up, then she stopped and stood quiet. "Do you remember anything?" she asked."Nothing i'm afraid, i know my way around REALLY well but i don't know how.""Well you were chief engineer." Callum smiled at her again..."You've been doing some homework on me.""Well it doesnt mean i like you or anything".But Callum wasnt really interested in Mel anymore and instead took to poking around her quarters. Looking in draws and in wardrobes. Then picking up a copy of OK magazine and flicking through to the headline.... 'Mick Jagger Wedding'."Come on, like thats gonna last... He's 270 and she's not even humanoid!" Mel grabbed the magazine off of him,"Do you mind? she shouted, giving Callum the impression it wasnt really a question. But
before he could reply there was a knock at the door."Security! open up"."Their after me!" Callum said as he began to move around the room quickly. "Maybe you should turn yourself in". Mel suggested."No! not until I know who I am, there must be a way out of here". Callum awnsered before findind an air vent. He opened it and climbed in. then stretched out his hand to Mel."Absolutly not!" She laughed."Come on, you scared?" Mel wasn't gonna let a chalenge like that go unnoticed, she climbed in, but without taking Callum's hand. Then Callum climbed out again."What are you doing now?!?" She protested."just getting some things." Callum replied as he picked up the magazine, a bananna and the tv remote, then climbed back into the vent."What are they for?"Something to read, a good source of potassium and..." He looked at the remote. "I'll think of a use for this later" He replaced the grill so
the room looked completely normal and the two crawled down the vent....<Tag Mel... like to write part 3 of our mini-series?>__________________________________________________Do You Yahoo!?Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com __________________________________________________Do You Yahoo!?Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com