Alota and Shakes do the Save-dango

Non Rpg:
I'm still having trouble coming to terms that Harris has died. To
find our that our beloved engineer Smeg is leaving? It's just too
much. But maybe now Andy/Morbid will reply on the Donover/Wildflower
line.
Rpg:
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Who: Alota and Shakespeare.
Where: Worship Type Campsite Place.
When: 42:86 (According to Shakespeare's cheapo watch.)
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"What do we do now doc?"
"Methinks," said Shakespeare humming, "thy best planeth is to
reconnaisance. Thou site looks interesting. Who knows but which of
wonders finds't will we?" He smiled, and carefully stood up.
Peerign over the tree's Shakespeare took a little more time taking in
the area they had come across.
They were at the edge of a large open area of the forest. In the
middle on top of a raised mound of dirt rested a large executioner's
block, congealed blood running down the side. The mound of earth was
the centre piece to a large painted image of the sun. The real
version was now setting and turning the sky a fiery orange colour.
Around the edge of the site was a ring of poles, their tops bruning
brightly with flames.
Shakespeare took a few steps towards the execution block, Alota
keeping close behind him so she was shielded from any unexpected
surprises, like hiding natives.
They stopped by the large heavy construction and looked at it, most
prominent of it's features being the red dried liquid.
"I think this is where the prisoners go when their time is up,"
Alota said grimly.
"Thy block looks more than a little uncomfortable, woulds't thou
grant said prisoner a pillow?" wondered Shakespeare.
"Um, I don't think so, Doc."
"Tis but a shame."
In front of them stood a large stone constuction with a couple of
small window, bamboo bars lining them.
"Could'st that be thou prison?" asked Shakespeare.
"Well we're not goign to know standing here, are we doc?" smiled
Alota.
She moved towards the building, Shakespeare in tow, mesmerised by
the image of the sun on the floor.
"I wonder if fair Hazel should let me paint such a picture in our
quarters?" he mused.
Alota and Sahkespeare stood by the doorway of the building. They
had got as close to the construction as possible. on the other side
of the building was a small settlement. It looked as if it were run
by the same tribe that they had met earlier. Trying to make a doctor
in a one piece black suit with a bandaged head, as well as a severely
annoyed young female carrying a large gun look inconspicuous was
proving tough for the pair.
Shakespeare poked his head around the corner and looked into the
building. It seemed to be some kind of prison. His eyebrows raised
when he saw that Chrylser and a small fat man were sitting in a cell
and talkign to each other. He ducked his head back round quickly.
"Alota!" he whispered.
"What?" she asked, turning to face Shakespeare from keeping an eye
out at the slightly busy settlement.
"I hath found him!"
"Chrysler?"
"Yes. This ith a prison! He and man squat and fat, are caged like
beast inside." He rubbed his hands together and started gesturing
madly.
"I hath created plan in my head," he said. Alota stood still, non
plussed.
"And this plan is?" she asked.
"You keepeth watch outs't here, whilst I travel into thy lion's
den. Guard singular exists, but is thy wracked with sleep. I shall
use skill of stealth to sneak up, taketh key, unlock thy cage and
free our compatriots," he finished proudly.
"Excellent Doc," humoured Alota, charging her gun and getting ready
to help the medical officer she knew would no doubt mess it up.
"3...2...1...here I goeth," he said.
Shakespeare stepped quietly into the prison. Chrysler looking up
straight away and oepenign his mouth to speak.
The doctor quickly raised a finger to his lips and Chrysler nodded,
hushing the fat man in the cell with him. Shakespeare strolled
slowly towards the tribal guard, who was still fast asleep and began
to reach out towards the keys that were hanging of the tip of his
spear.
Shakespeare outstretched his palm and foccussed all attention to
the keys. He took one more step forward and tripped over his own
leg. There was a crashing noise and Shakespeare landed on the floor,
bashing the spear into the guard and sending the keys flying over the
floor.
"Well," said Sahkspeare glumly as the point of the spear was
pressed into his temple by the now awake guard. "There'eth goes thy
element of surprise."
He looked up at the annoyed guard and grinned sheepishly.
"I am thy cage maintenance repair," he said.
The guard looked very unimpressed.
"You are no such man, you are an intruder," said the
guard. "Punishable by death."
Shakespeare closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. There was a
second of silence followed by the sound of a thud, and Shakespeare
opeend his eyes to see Alota standing over him and the guard lying on
the floor.
"That's twice now Doc," she said, laughing and pulling him to his
feet.
Shakespeare brushed his shoulders and stooped to pick up the keys
lying on the floor before walking over to the door. Alota stood by
the guard, making sure he was still unconcsious.
"And with thy metal peices, freedom thou shalt have," he smiled
"Hurry it up Doc, we gotta get out of here," Alota warned.
"Motion seconded," said Chrysler, worried about his impending
execution.
"Yeah, get us outta here," said the fat man, "I need a beer."
Shakespeare sighed.
"Okay, okay, calmeth down fellows," he said, and hurriedly unlocked
the prison door.
"Now, getting back to the Temple or Starbug seems to be the best
option available," said Alota. "Let's go."
<Alota or Chrysler, you are free to continue this.>
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Rimmer: What's this if it's not a discussion? A diesel locomotive?
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