Your Biggest Fan

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"Jesus Christ that's horrible! PANCAAAAAKEEE!" Seymour shouted, but Justin had
disappeared.
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Before long, popular demand saw Mk.10 sat infront of the shower, steadily waving a reasonably sized piece of sheet metal to fan back the nigh-on-lethal vapors - anything short of sheet metal being likely to dissolve. However these vapors were not coming from Keto's makeshift lab as would be expected, but from the now highly contaminated chemical shower. He didn't mind so much, but wasn't too fond of being used like an appliance.
"Are there seriously no fans in this ship?" he called over his shoulder.
"Well if SOMEONE had let me bring a few of my creature comforts..." began Seymour
"You wanted us to install a jacuzzi!" yelled Jay "The engineering crew had significantly more important things to do."
Mk.10 glanced over to Rosette, who was almost in a fetal position off in a corner of the ship, talking quietly to herself, and so fit right in with all the other crew holding themselves and with not much to do but wait.
"Rosette, come chat with me." Mk. called a few times before she noticed.
"Hmm? Oh, uh...mind if I keep a little distance from the shower."
"Ah, sure thing. So tell me, d'you think you can handle this? I mean I'll be there for you as best I can, but feel free to speak your mind now before we're in the thick of it."
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