Take Me Out To The Robotic Game

"Well, shall we go and find them?" she asked. Shakespeare smiled
and followed, Mercutio in tow, as Coffey led him along the promenade
and into the crowds of people that enveloped them.
Hazel Coffey kept close to the wall. She had led Shakespeare and
the mobile sheet, down to the vast decks of cargo bays.
"You're bound to find anything down here. Things you need, things
you didn't know you need, and things you don't need but take anyway,"
she explained.
"I am so very taken aback at this all. Thy ship continues to
impress and scare mine ample frame," said Shakespeare, staring in
wonder at the amounts of crates on the first cargo deck.
"And the best thing, Holly can't track us down here. We can root
through as many crates, and there's no tracking. The designers of the
ship saw no need to put any of the security measures down here. Makes
it easier for us to steal what we need," she sdaid, turning around and
grinning mischieviously at Shakespeare.
"Then we must try to find what we need as soon as possible for the
competition ever nears, and the Mercutio needs to be sorted soon."
Shakespeare moved Mercutio along the various aisles, Hazel standing
still and thinking deeply.
"Your English is quite good for a 15th Century Bard."
"Thank you, fair maiden," said Shakespeare, kneeling again and
smiling, "Your kindness warms my very soul, I am in gratitude to you."
Hazel couldn't help but blush. She coughed and pointed to the left.
"I have a feeling we'll find what we need over there," she said,
trying to hide her red face.
Shakespeare put the remote control down on the floor as he and Hazel
walked over to a large stack of crates. Hazel took hold of the base,
whilst Shakespeare prised the lid off the crate. Inside were a stack
of tins.
"Umm..." she hesitated looking at the huge area streching out in
front of them.
"This could take a while," she said.
"Are there no log that we could peruse?" asked Shakespeare, moving
back to his robot.
"Well, Holly might have one. We'd have to ask him, but that means
going back where Keto is looking for you."
"He is?"
"Yes, hes been runnign around, much like a headless chicken since
you *apparently* disappeared with his robot."
"His robot? But we both made it," said Shakespeare defiantly. He
rubbed the top of the sheet.
"You helped?" Hazel queried.
"I spot welded it," explained Shakespeare, grinning and pulling back
the sheet.
Hazel stared, mouth wide, at Mercutio.
"Of course," he said, pointing at various areas. "It's not
finished, that what this venture is about."
"How does a 15th century bard know about spot welding?" she asked,
slightly confused.
"I learnt about it in extra tuition classes," said Shakespeare. He
opened the fridge door, checked it was still on and closed it again,
before moving back near to Hazel.
"So how will we get round the ship without anyone finding you?"
asked Coffey.
"Ah, my dear Hazel," said Shakespeare, smiling warmly for the third
time. "Therein lies the fun." He took hold of her hand.
"We shall hide Mercutio, and then set about finding this log and
directions to our requirements." He gently kissed the back of her
hand again. He couldn't quite work out why just yet, but there was
something about Nurse Coffey that he liked.
They directed the Ointmentator II towards a large crate and hid it
inside, before sealing the crate shut. Then they stood to the
entrance of the lift again waiting for the lift to arrive.
"Hazel, are you upon any team of Robot Wars?
"Not at the moment," said Hazel, looking Shakespeare in the eyes.
She stared at his hair, thinking of all the amazing possibilites she
could perform with it.
"Then, may I extend warmest entrance to be a part of our humble
team. You would lighten our teamth and help graciously to our
attempts of winning competition."
"Join your's and Keto's team?" asked Hazel, making sure of the
question.
"Yes, will you join us?"
Hazel stood still, thinking.
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OOC - Nurse Hazel Coffey, its all up to you. Will you join Keto and
myself?