Now is the yahoo of our discontent...

OOC - Forgive the subject line, but it's due to the slowness of
yahoo. I'm not sure when this post will reach the group.
Rpg:
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Location: Medibay.
Character: Dr Shakespeare, Hazel Coffey, Jennifer Wildflower, Tree
Thateth big and Pink, Appendix A.
Time: It can't make any more sense to put this, it's all gone
hideously wrong.
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As he watched, Keto saw Shakespeare roll the dice, then speak to the
appendix object inside the quarantined area.
"Old Kent Road. You want it?"
To Keto's shock, the appendix bounced up and down. As Shakespeare
shrugged and moved a card over towards the Quarantine Room window,
Keto opened and closed his mouth silently. Then, closing his eyes,
he turned an abrupt about-face and headed out again before he was
seen.
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Hazel Coffey set her piece down on Fleet Street and looked up, the
sound of the medibay doors swishing in her head.
"Did anyone hear or see anyone else walk into the medibay?" she
asked, looking at the empty spot of the doors. The rest of the
players looked at her.
One by one they shook their heads.
"Nevermind," shrugged Coffey. They waited as the Tree took the
dice in his...branch, and threw them across the table. Inside the
quarantine room, the appendix bounced joyfully about and up against
the walls. It was now three foot tall and three foot wide. It
looked more like an oversized, oddly coloured, beach ball, than
Ensign Wildflower's appendix. Still, it could not be destoryed.
With sentience it also had immunity. The hippocratic oath was
soemthign that Shakespeare stood by with a passion, as did Coffey,
Keto and in time, so would Wildflower. Her original response to the
malformed organ was:
"Eurgh, that was in me? Quick flush it down the toilet!"
Shakespeare thought about his agreement to teach Wildflower how to
be a surgeon. After the whole 'Scalpel in foot' episode, he wasn't
sure how she would fare, or if she would even cut it. But she had
consternation. And even if that word was not appropriate to this
situation, thought Shakespeare, it at least sounded good and redeemed
Wildflower in his eyes. He knew he could successfully teach the
Ensign.
He thought about his previous monologue, and made another mental
note to check into the ship's psychiatric department to see what was
up with him. followed by a second mental note to propose to the
acting captain that they invest in a pyschiatric department.
Coffey looked up from her wadge of pretend money she held in her
hand and saw the slighlty concerned look on Shakespeare's face as he
delved deeper into the realm of thought.
"William?" She asked. There was no answer, instead Shakespeare's
facial expression grew more concerned.
"William?" she repeated.
The rest of the players turned to face the dramatist/surgeon.
Wildflower leant over to Coffey.
"What do you think's up with the doc?" she whispered. Coffey
shrugged.
"I don't know, he looks worried though," replied Coffey.
The Big Pink Tree rustled.
Coffey shook her head.
"No, of course not, Pink," stated Wildflower.
The tree rustled once more, this time waving a branch in front of
the Doctor's face.
Shakespeare jumped as one of the leaves brushed his face, and he
stood up suddenly. The tree lurched backwards as Shakespeare sighed
and looked about at the medibay, before walking over to his desk and
picking up a small beaker full of water. He lifted it up and sipped
slowly from the glass.
Coffey, Wildflower, the Tree and Appendix A all looked at each
other, the worried expressions transferred onto their faces. Coffey
stood from her seat as Wildflower and the Tree began rolling the dice
again, and walked over to her beloved. She placed a hand gently on
his shoulder.
"William, are you feeling okay?" she asked.
Shakespeare wiped his brow and looked at his sweetheart, smiling a
reassuring smile.
"I'm fine, justeh a little tired," he said, his head poundng
slightly. He took another gulp of the water and put the glass back
down. He placed his own arm around Coffey and pulled her close.
"No need to worry, fairest Hazel," he said, his voice patchy.
"Umm, Doc Shake," piped up Wildflower from over the other side of
the medibay.
"Yes, Jennifer?" asked Shakespeare.
"That water, it had the appendix specimens in it," she said.
Shakespeare looked down at the beaker and then back up at
Wildflower, before bursting out in laughter.
The worried expressions on the rest of the medibay's occupants
vanished with the sound of Shakespeare laughing, and they joined him
in the joke.
The laughter broke off and Shakespeare glanced at the medibay's
rather broken and run down clock. It's second hand had been bent
into the shape of a circle, the minute hand had been coloured red,
and the hour hand was missing. It was currently 36 minutes past an
hour. Which hour, the medicrew had no idea, but whatever hour it
was, Shakespeare and Coffey were needed at the Chris Barrie Memorial
Hall for some rehearsals.
"Willeth they three be okay in here while, Dear Hazel and I, spend
time with thy drama crew?" asked Shakespeare to the tree, Appendix A
and the Wildflower. The tree rustled happily, Wildflower nodded and
Appendix A squidged around it's room.
Shakespeare and coffey left the room hurriedly, hoping that their
slight lateness would not enrage an already flustered Stewie who's
carefully laid plans involing putting on a show for the crew of the
Blue Dwarf were unravelling the closer the show date got.
The two medistaff arrived at the backstage of the memorial hall a
few minutes later, avoiding Stewie and the rest of the cast and
tryign to fit in as if they had been there since the beginning.
Shakespeare walked over to his costume box and quickly put his hand
in and pulled it out again, holding a furrier than usual outfit. He
looked at it, wondering if he'd put his hand into the wrong box,
shrugged when he read his name on the side of the cardbaord, and
slipped on the outfit.
Hazel had already gone frontstage to attend to anyone's hair.
Shakespeare waited by the curtain for his cue, and upon hearing it,
walked onstage.
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Feeling somewhat conspicuous in the Big Bird outfit, Shakespeare
nevertheless gave his part his best shot. Drawing himself up to his
full feathered height, he spoke clearly, his voice echoing across the
stage.
"Thou *wilt* performeth this!" he hissed, and twirled his wing.
----------end snip--------------------
He glanced at Stewie, whose face showed a perfect example of the
word consternation. Inside, Shakespeare smiled at this and then
wondered if Stewie would make an excellent surgeon, before hurrying
offstage so as not to appear anymore foolish than he already had and
berating himself for putting on the bird outfit unquestioningly.
He slunk into the shadows of the frontstage area whilst Stewie
watched onwards at the horror show he had created. Shakespeare
tapped Coffey on the shoulder and she turned around.
"Hazel, I am retiring to the medibay. When thou art done here with
thy hair and costume shaping, we'll talk more about thy living
arrangments," he said.
"Okay, William," she smiled warmly.
"And don't worry about just now, I thought you acted extremly
well," she added, noticing Shakespeare's unhappy features. At her
postive comment, she noticed Shakespeare's face lift and she kissed
him on the cheek. He smiled and left the hall.
Shakespeare entered his medibay again and walked over to his desk.
Wildflower and the Tree weren't to be seen. He looked aroudn the
room and all he could see was Appendix A, bouncing happily in his
room. He had grown again, and had reached 4 and a half foot in size,
whereas he was only 3 and a bit foot in width. He wondered how much
more Wildflower's appendix would mutate, or if it would even stop
growing. He could just imagine Blue Dwarf floating aimlessly in
space, a huge tear alongisde it's hull where the Appendix had grown
too large for it's room and now floated in space next to the ship
almost twenty eight thousand feet in length.
Shakespeare sat at his desk and placed his hands behind his desk,
looking at the water specimen. He'd had to test it very soon. If he
hadn't contaminated it. He heard a cough and sat up. there was
still no one in the room other than himself. He frowned and stood
up, looking for the culprit.
There was another cough, this time followed by a:
"No, Doctor. Over here."
He froze and looked upwards at the quaratine room. Appendix A was
up against the window, completely still.
"Did thou just spake?" he asked the organ. Appendix A bounced
slightly.
"Yes, I'm afraid I did, Doctor. I do hope it wasn't too much of a
shock," it apologised.
Shakespeare's mouth dropped open and he looked around the room.
"My mind ith going crazy, I hath been posessed by demonic forces,"
he told himself.
"Yes, I thought it might be quite worrying for you, Doctor,"
Appendix A said.
"Worrying? Of course. This doth call up images of crazed loons.
How coulds't thou possibly talk?! Thou hath nay lungs nor vocal
chords! Thy action of speaking ith no more possible than but a
stone on the ground bleeding!" said Shakespeare. He backed away
against from the quarantine room and looked at his desk.
"Charles, I must acquireth Charles, he shall know but what to do,"
he said, as the Appendix expanded slightly in size.
Shakespeare left the medibay hurriedly back to the POTO rehearsals.
"I fear I've worsened my poor situation," Appendix A said to
itself, and bounced around it's small room.