Tetchy Scientist WLTM Understanding Room Mate

Who: Trisees, Shakespeare
Where: Bar
When: JUST Before the KNOB Malfunction
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"I am not advertising my predicament in the BDT," stated Trisees
angrily. "I don't need to use an archaic magazine in order to find a
room mate."
"Lawrence, thou art nay thinkingeth likes't a crew member. Thy fellow
room mate wills't only check thy nearby'st postings. Thy can'st try
shouteth out thy situation in thee bar, buts't I think thy wills't be
prithee to nay response."
"For once you could just talk normally," muttered Trisees under his
breath, Shakespeare failing to hear. "Look, Doctor, I appreciate all
this help but my senses and prickly personality are swiftly returning.
this is all sounding like exceptionally and ridiculously hard work.
I don't care enough about other people to bother putting myself
through it."
Shakespeare's perpetual smile vanished and he frowned at the
scientist. Trisees had never seen Shakespeare unhappy - even when the
bard had gone blind he'd still kept on merrily doctoring.
"Now thous't wills't listen, Trisees," he said, his voice low. "Thy
wills't do this because thou must integrate thyself. Thou shalt not
argue. Do thous't understand?!"
Trisees said nothing, shocked by the surgeon's outburst. Before he
could reply there was an annoucement over the ship's loud speaker.
Trisees listened half heartedly at the statement - something about a
thousand other Blue Dwarfs and shrugged.
"Now Lawrence! Nowest is thy opportunity! Thous't can'st assist with
thy issue of multiples, then find thyself somes't new living quaterseth!"
"You must have mistaken me for another. Some other individual who
takes order's and gives a damn about this ship, because I am not doing
anything of the sort," said Trisees defiantly. "I'm Lawrence Trisees
and I'm a scientist. I don't do away missions. Not after the last one."
"Thy accident's seems't to follow thou," helped Shakespeare.
"I died."
Shakespeare said nothing.
"Science crew report. Repeat: All science crew report. Our K.N.O.B.
is broken and reapirs are urgently needed."
"Thou art calling for thee."
"I heard," said Trisees. He looked at Shakespeare once more then gave
up. He was too tired to be stubborn and too worn out to be angry. He
got to his feet.
"Fine. I'll see what I can do," he said, trudging away to the turbo lift.
Shakespeare beamed happily and ordered himself another drink.
<Hopefully I've got myself into your plot with a little flashbacky
type post. So, Trisees is going to try and help with whatever he can
and Shakespeare will be back in the medibay doing his thing! Feel
free to use either in your posts and I'll keep on replying!>