We're Gonna Need A Bigger Jar...

Keto skidded to a halt somewhere on Supply Deck 21, and glared
around the morass of pipes and corridors.
"Damn!" he cursed as he realised Shakespeare had given him the slip
once again, "No matter, I'll deal with him later. He wants to play a
phantom I'll *make* him a phantom!"
Turning swiftly on his heel, Keto stormed back into upwards,
towards the medibay. Tightly clutching a pipe suspended a few feet
above where Keto's head had been, Shakespeare breathed a sigh of
relief, followed by a faint moan of pain as he lost his grip and
crashed to the deck.
Keto walked back in to the medibay and immediately slipped, ending
up lying on his back amongst a pile of fluttering, multi-coloured
paper.
"What..." he growled quietly, grabbing a handful of the paper, "Are
these?"
He stared at a yellow piece he held. Written upon it was the
number "1", and below it...
Keto and Wildflower spoke at the same time.
"Monopoly," said Wildflower calmly.
"MONOPOLY?!" shouted Keto, instantly launching himself to his feet
and glaring at the board arrayed between the hulking plantlife and
Ensign Wildflower, "Why are you..."
He was interrupted by a faint creaking. He blinked and looked
sideways, his voice trailing off.
The appendix, still pulsating merrily, was now so large that it was
pressing heavily against the sides of the observation jar. More than
that, it was moving, apparently trying to work out some way of
unscrewing the jar from the inside.
"Oh...my...GOD!" exclaimed Keto, jumping backwards several feet.
Wildflower nodded, not looking up.
"Yes, it's been doing that for a while."
"Doing that for...how long have you been watching that thing?"
The ensign shrugged. "On and off."
Keto didn't even bother responding, merely closed his eyes in
exasperation and then said, "Right, well for once you can do
something useful! Get me a size fourteen observation jar, place
that...filled...one inside it and screw it up tight. That way, if it
shatters the first jar it'll still be contained!"
Wildflower, much to Keto's surprise, smiled and nodded, before
putting down her counter (the boot, Keto noted dully) and began to do
as he asked!
The Big Pink Tree rustled irritatedly. Keto glared at it.
"I don't care if you *did* have hotels on Park Lane and Mayfair!
Get moving or I'll have a bench in my office!"
As the Big Pink Tree began to pack up, grumbling, Keto spotted
something fall off the board and picked it up, frowning.
"A tree? There was never a tree counter before!" he said.
"He claimed it was speciesist," shrugged Wildflower. Keto shook
his head.
"What's he going to do? Sue?"
"No," said Wildflower, "His lawyer wouldn't fly out here."
Keto stared.
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OOC: strange things are afoot at the medi-bay.
Oh, and by the way Phil, please never, ever title one of your
posts 'my last post' ever again! For a moment I genuinely panicked
at losing a member of the group! That's one ointment user down!
Don't *do* that to me! :)
- Dr Keto, Doctor Dwarf and Blue Ointment Extraordinare