The Blending Square

Who: Tara, Mini-Phil, Phil, Rufus.
Where: Blue Dwarf
When: Just after Rufus Vanished and Phil's Message.
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"The method I need to return to the now well.. I need you to activate the homing/distressbeacon. " The image crackled again and returned to a image of Phil in theshower, showing his butt and singing: "I believe in miracles". In the background could be heard a small
midget like laugh.
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Tara put down the Archivers data pad and rubbed her temples. Today was not her day it seemed. She walked into the bedroom, shadowed by the midget and picked up the small toy goat from Phil's bedside table. Mini-Phil got excited at the sight of the stuffed animal.

 
"EEEEEEEEE! Eeee, Ee, Eeeeeeeeee, E." The height challenged Phil said articulately and gestured at the goat.
 
"Not now you randy midget" Tara snapped, venting some of her anger at the shortened version of her husband. She took the stuffed animal back into the kitchen and pulled out a meat knife from the Voodoo Knife Man
TM and savagely cut the head of the goat. Mini-Phil cried out in pain at the sight of the stuffing spilling over the counter top.
 
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" He squealed.
 
"Shut up." Tara grumbled and fished around in the dead soft toy. Mini-Phil huffed in annoyance and went off to find his secret hidden stash of goat porn. Tara pulled out a small suppository shaped and sized object and turned around to activate the device. She walked into the living room area and banged her head on the door frame.
 
"Door frame? The doors aren't that low..." She mused and turned her head to focus on the object she had walked into. Her eyes came level with the dart gun of a floating metallic sphere. "Sh...." She managed to get out before the dart hit her between the eyes and blinked her out of existence.

 
 
--- Blending Square ---
 
 
Tara felt like all the air was squeezed out of her lungs and just as she thought she was about to asphyxiate she pressure on her chest went away and the world became a dazzling shade of red. It didn't take her long to realize that she was floating in some sort of tank of water.
 
She activated the device.
 
No, it wasn't water. It was blood. She cringed as she tread water on the surface of the congealing mess and looked around. She was alone in the tank, apart from the blood. Suddenly a voice pierced the bubble of thought and her head snapped around.

 
"MUM!" Rufus yelled, having seen her appear out of the corner of his eye. His voice had an edge of unhinged panic in it.
 
"Hi sweetie. Can you get me out of here?" Tara asked, her legs getting tired from the effort of staying afloat in the thick goopy blood. Something solid brushed bast her legs and made her shudder. "Where am I?" She asked, seeing the other similar tanks line up around her.

 
"Oh god.... Mum. I'll get you out don't worry!" Rufus said, running over to the tank. He crashed headlong into the form of Phil as he got halfway across the distance.
 
"Incompetent! All of you! Get me down from here!" Keto yelled from inside the broken and smouldering blender. "Forget about that stupid nurse and help me!" He would have gestured angrily at all of them had he had enough arms free.

 
 
--- Control Room ---
 
 
One slug turned and looked at another.
 
"Hey, there's still a mover in pod number 442. Switch it on again and just make sure it's not chunky. You know how he hates it when it's chunky."
 
"Oh boy do I!" Said the other slug and punched some buttons with a slimy appendage.
 
 
--- Blending Square ---
 
 
There was a faint whirring noise below Tara.
 
"Whats that noise?" She said, her legs beginning to get tired. Then her brain caught up and she looked down at Rufus and Phil. "Don't look Rufus. Please, cover your eyes." The whirring gained in pitch an volume. The blood began to froth and churn as the lower blades kicked into action.
 
"Tara? TAAARAAA!" Phil yelled, rushing to the plastic shell of the blender.
 
"I lo..." She began to say, before slipping under the surface, a strangled scream echoing around the area.
 
"No. NO. NO!" Rufus said running forwards and beating on the plastic, smashing the remaining viles of GUNK onto the substance. A tidal wave of ooze tumbled out of the blender and an arm slid down and was prematurely stopped in it's path by Phil's feet. Phil bent down and picked up Tara's limp and ripped left arm, the wedding and engagement rings still on the ring finger of the hand. Rufus fainted.
 
 
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