The Duosynchrous Man

Who: Lawrence Trisees and William Shakespeare
Where: Original blue dwarf bar
When: Shortly before the KNOB malfunctions
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Rogue Scientist Lawrence Trisees sat at the wooden table and stared at
his overflowing pint of beer. He hated alcohol, but being in Blue
Dwarf's bar he'd supposed ordering a drink had been the right thing to
do. Besides, the water they offered looked more like syrup and he was
sweet enough.
Across from him sat his visually identical counterpart, Dr. William
Shakespeare - a man whom he detested more than anything in the world.
About 20 years earlier Trisees had been the youngest member of the
S.A.E.C. (a society of scientists comprised of the most brilliant
minds ever born,) and he'd been working on a machine to unlock all the
hidden potential of the human brain.
Being a brash and arrogant fool, he'd performed the first test of the
machine on himself and it had gone wrong. He'd placed his mind into a
temporal flux which had allowed a past life to take over his body.
The past life that had done the deed was the long deceased playwright
William Shakespeare who, now a million world's away from his time, had
become a highly able surgeon.
Shakespeare became a member of the crew five years previous and whilst
undertaking many adventures had died three times, been split into two
beings, been split into four beings, gone blind and then regained his
sight and generally had a pretty bad time.
The last split had granted Trisees his body back whilst preserving the
crew's head surgeon fully and they seemed to be ok with this state of
affairs. Trisees, who blamed Shakespeare for losing 13 years of his
left hated the surgeon despite the fact it was his own fault.
"Feels like ages since I was last here," Trisees muttered, eyeing his
drink suspiciously.
"Welleth Lawrence, tis becauseth thy last'st appearance hath been nay
nine months!" offered Shakespeare, scratching his arm. "Thy crew do
nay seeth thou anymorest."
"I've been busy. I like it down in Supply Field B," he stated.
"But theres't nay socialeth activities'st. Pray, how doth thy
speaketh to thee crew?"
"I don't. It's one more inconvenience in a whole long list of
irritating inconveniences. The first on that list being you."
"But thinketh of thy reputations't!" stated Shakespeare, happily
glossing over Trisees' dig. "Thous't couldeth become thy usefuleth
member!"
This caused Trisees to think for a moment. Being legally declared
dead was not the simple picnic to sort out that it had been in the
past. Now if you were found alive after being given this status they
found it easier to simply kill you than sort through the paperwork.
The Blue Dwarf was not the strictest ship he'd served on. He might as
well make the best of a bad situation.
"Would I have to work hard and suck up to the other crew?"
Shakespeare thought about this for a moment. "Nay. Justeth turns't
up in thy morning'st!"
"Well, I suppose that's doable," Trisees mused. "Lord knows
Wildflower doesn't contribute to this ship in any way other than
ridiculousness."
"Now thens't Lawrence, I hath an idea'st thou should'st follow for thy
plan toeth succeed'st."
"Whatever it is no." Trisees picked up his drink and downed half -
immediately feeling ill.
"Mayhaps thy shalls't liketh this?"
Trisees sighed. "What?"
"Thou needs to live witheth thy rest of thy crew. Supply Field B ist
nay mores't than empty and holloweth. Thou must be'eth lonely. Thou
shoulds't move to thy crew decks!"
Trisees rolled his eyes. "Is this necessary?"
"Yeseth! Thy crew needs't to feeleth as if thou can'st be
trustworthy. Thy needeth to integrates't thyself."
Trisees rubbed his head, unsure if it was the drink or the prospects
of what Shakespeare was saying. Trisees sighed and finished the rest
of his drink welcoming the black death over having to speak to the
majority of the medicrew again.
<OOC: good heavens, I bet that was the last name you expected to see
posting. I'm not going to say I'm back because every time I do I seem
to vanish. Maybe if I just sort of play it by ear I'll write loads
like the olden days!>