Re: Keto - \"Lost In Translation\"

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Only half an hour later, someone wearing a tuxedo entered the room and
tiredly got undressed down to his Y-fronts and snuggled into the bed.
Rosette woke up with a shock and reached for the lamp on the dressing
table, ready to blunder the intruder to death…
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Who: Seymour Niples + Rosette
Where: Bed, Hotel room
When: Just after Seymour got into bed
Rosette wasted no time. In the pitch darkness she swung the lamp
around so hard that it broke on the assailant's jaw.
Seymour was shocked. Something in his bed had attacked him. Maybe the
Ffionians weren't civilised after all, they seem to let random hobos
sleep in hotel rooms?
With his jaw numb and possibly broken, the most he could do was jump
around in the dark making grunting noises whilst waving his arms
around like a lunatic… in his pants.
Rosette jumped out of bed and was on her feet in a jiffy, her eyes
were blurred from the drink and the almost pitch blackness didn't
help. All she saw was some creature making extremely unpleasant
noises. She couldn't even tell how many arms it had, maybe this was a
Ffionian bogey-man with eight arms. An octo-bogy-man?
Seymour knocked the lamp out of her hands and she ran a few steps to
find something else, in the dark she fumbles for something to use as a
weapon. She tried to find the light switch but didn't even know if
Ffionians HAD lightswitches, she certainly couldn't remember turning
one off.
She threw something.
An expensive bottle of aftershave whizzed past Seymour's head and
smashed on the wall. He wanted to scream but his jaw ached too much,
he grunted a death-howl and charged towards the assailant.
Rosette shrieked as the thing came over to her. What did it want with
a woman alone in a hotel room? She cringed at the horrible ways that
an octo-bogey-man could sexually abuse a helpless half-asleep drunk girl.
Seymour crabbed her from behind, trying to hold her arms down so she
couldn't throw or destroy anything else. He slammed her into the large
glass window, which luckily was made of solid stiff. He squeezed her
face against the glass, there still wasn't enough light to see who she
was.
She pushed backwards and they rolled into a dressing table and knocked
over the mirror. Both of them shrieked at the broken shards of glass
underfoot and they fell into the large Ffionian potted plant that was
next to them.
This plant was an unusual variety, it was pretty much a large venus
flytrap. Perfectly safe to Ffionians because it didn't like the taste
of them, but it had never had the chance to eat humans until now. And
it wasn't going to miss out on the gormet opportunity.
The plant clamped down on Seymour's head. It wasn't big enough to eat
him whole, that would be insane to put such a sized plant in a hotel
room, but it was enough to wrap around the top half of his head.
Seymour grunted as he was covered in sticky plant drool, and at the
same time Rosette was being attacked by the leaves. The sticky long
leaves wrapped around her. She tore them off one by one but they
remained stuck to her, coating her in sticky green rags.
The leaves wrapped around Seymour too, but they both managed to pull
away at the same time. Seymour pulled so hard that the plant snapped
and remained attached to his head.
But it was not over, Seymour and Rosette still thought they were
strangers intent on killing each other.
Rosette jumped up on Seymours back and started punching him heavily in
the head. With the sticky plant still stuck to him she really though
she was fighting some monsterous swamp creature.
The good thing about this penthouse hotel room though was that it had
a lot of features that neatly hid away when they weren't needed. The
toilet folded into a wall, the shower descended from the ceiling, and
the Jacuzzi hid under an automatic trapdoor in the floor.
All it took was one person to snag the button and the floor slid open
and they both fell inside. They both fell under the warm bubbly water,
still fighting.
The automatic door closed shut behind them, trapping them in three
feet of water.
Silence.
That was when the lights came on and someone opened the door.
"Jesus, this is the best room they had?" said Dr Keto entering the
hotel room. "This place is a tip! It's worse than when I did a
house-call to Mini-phil's bedroom."
He set his stuff down and sat on the unmade bed. He tested it for
softness and began to relax. He had just taken one show off when the
floor opened up and two wet monsters covered in swamp weed crawled out
gasping and wheezing.
<tag Rosette or Keto!>
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "lucky_coincidence"
<phil_crestor@...> wrote:
>
> Who: Keto, Ffionian Hotel Clerk
> Where: Ffionian Hotel
> When: Ffionia O'clock. Pm.
> ============================
>
> "No!" snapped Keto irritably, trying to reach across the desk and
> snatch the registration book from the Ffionian's hands, "Keto! KE-TO!
> One E!"
>
> The Ffionian clerk muttered something under his breath, flicking
> through the pages of the large registration book. He had, until these
> visitors arrived, been rather content with his language skills. It
> wasn't as if he'd been properly trained for this job.
>
> "Duck-tear Kerry-brum?" he asked in his thick accent, tapping one
> finger over a name on the document in front of him. He involuntarily
> took half a step backwards as Keto's face went deathly pale and he
> leaned forwards, eyes hard.
>
> "You will not ever mention that name in my presence again," he hissed,
> and for once the clerk's problems with accents did not stop him from
> understanding. He nodded, eyes wide, and Keto leaned back again with
> a sigh.
>
> "Look, it's perfectly simple," he said through gritted teeth, "My name
> is Doctor Keto. I am from the Blue Dwarf. Big spaceship, come down
> from sky, me big alien, and so forth? I want a hotel room. This is a
> hotel. You don't have to be a genius."
>
> The clerk looked at him, somewhat baffled, and Keto snapped.
>
> "GIVE ME A HOTEL ROOM SO THAT I CAN KEEP AWAY FROM YOUR PATHETIC KIND
> UNTIL WE CAN GO BACK TO THE BLUE DWARF!" he screamed, mere inches away
> from the Ffionian clerk's face.
>
> The clerk's trembling hand moved slightly towards the emergency buzzer
> hidden under his desk, concerned the the crazy alien might actually
> try to force-feed him the registration book. Fortunately for him, the
> last two words of the alien's yell made sense.
>
> "Ah, Blue Dwerf," he said hurriedly, and quickly handed a key to Keto,
> who stared at it for a second, non-plussed.
>
> "Well..." managed Keto after a moment, "Yes. Yes, good. See? If
> you'd just given me that at the beginning we could have avoided all of
> this."
>
> The clerk stared at him, blank-faced.
>
> "Right," muttered Keto, and marched off up the corridor towards the
> elevators, looking for the room number that was written on the key.
>
> Behind him, the hotel clerk glared after the departing alien. They
> truly must be a disturbing species, if all three of them shared a room
> like that.
>
> ==================
> OOC: Tag Seymour or Rose! ;P
>