Bathroom Antics

Who: Keto, Tara, Wildflower, Shakespeare, Nigma, Danvers
When: After Nigma's Counselling
Where: Tempibay
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<snip>
Nigma turned to Keto.
"See, simple. Have you checked the Bathroom for
anything weird?"
</snip>
"Simple. Simple. My bathroom does NOT also act as a memory wiper.
If it did then I would be in there after EVERY shift!"
"But you are in there after every shift," proffered Wildflower.
"NOT to wipe my memory!"
There was a brief moment of silence, broken easily by Nigma. "Are you
going to search the bathroom or not?"
Keto sighed and strolled to his bathroom, his only sanctuary on the
ship. He hated unauthorised people in his bathroom. He hated people
in his quarters. When he truly got to the heart of the matter, he
hated people. Keto opened the door and strode in. It looked like a
normal bathroom. He sighed.
"It IS a normal bathroom. That bard is NOT a normal person. The
problem lies with him, not with here."
Outside of the room, Shakespeare rubbed his head bump thoughtfully and
lamented at the pain. He felt so disoriented by recent events and he
wasn't sure he'd ever regain those mental feelings of stability again.
Shakespeare sighed and looked at Nigma, who seemed to be scratching
his chin and eyeing the tree suspiciously.
"Of what'st doth thou thinks't?" He asked.
Nigma looked down, a little perplexed. "I'm the one who asks the
questions. I think. Therefore I am the one."
"Thy ist fearful oth thou fair tree?" suggested Shakespeare, who until
today had gone through his entire life without laying eyes on an
animate shrub. He felt a strange sense of brotherhood with it though
and was highly concerned to note that whenever it rustled he seemed to
be able to hear it talking to him. He would worry about that once
they were able to discern what was apparently wrong with his memory.
If there was something wrong with his memory - all he had to go on was
what his good friend Dr. Keto had said.
"Fearful? Of a tree? You've gotten me confused with another!"
Nigma laughed and wondered where the nearest place to find non pink
blueberries was,
Shakespeare gave up and got to his feet.
"I shalls't help thee Charles!"
There was a nearly inaudible muttering from Keto as Shakespeare joined
him in the bathroom.
"What do you want?" asked Keto, frowning.
"I shall be'st help!" stated Shakespeare.
"You shall be'st annoying me." Keto lifted up the soap, unsurprised at
the lack of anything out of the ordinary. He picked up a towel and
put it back down again. "What am I even looking for? This is
pointless."
"Charles, whyfore art thou having'st a spatial anomaly in thy shower?"
Keto sighed and drooped his head. "What are you talking about you
medical cretin?"
He walked towards Shakespeare and pulled the curtain away from his
grasp. It was safe to say he was fairly majorly taken aback when his
eyes laid upon a large shimmering blue...thing where his taps should
have been.
"What did you do to my shower Shakespeare?"
"Me?" said the Doctor timidly. "I were't on'st my ship mere moment's
agoeth!"
"I wish you were still there," muttered Keto.
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