Two = Twice As Good As One

Rpg:
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Who: Team's 2 and 1
Where: Outside the Ship, inside a room.
When: Ten past now.
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"Do you like processed cheese slices?" asked Wildflower, her brow
furrowed as she thought of questions for Keto to answer.
Keto's head disappeared further into his hands and he groaned a
reply through the cracks in his fingers,
"No, I don't like them and I don't like you."
Wildflower nodded.
"Ok, what about..."
"what about you SHUT THE SMEG UP! It's been an hour and you've not
STOPPED TALKING! JUST SHUT UP!"
Wildflower paused for a moment, taken aback by Keto's outburst.
"But then how will we converse?"
"That's the goddamned POINT!"
"Seems a pretty dull way to spend time."
"I'd rather that than talk to you," spat Keto.
"Charlie, you sure you weren't dropped on your head when you were
young?"
Coffey and Shakespeare were sitting down on one of the rails that
surrounded the outside of the ship staring off into the stars and
nebulae that could be seen.
"I'm not sure if we're going to find the appendix out here," Coffey
said, breaking the silence.
"Thy'st organ be mad, for refusing to travel out here. Thy view is
but thy most beautiful view I hath ever laid eyes upon. Thou it doth
nay compare to thou beauty."
"William, you're so sweet sometimes," Coffey smiled.
"Wait a minute, what if the Appendix has bluffed us. Made us think
that it won't be out here because why could it possibly be out here
and so therefore has done exactly that and gone out here?"
"Thous't hath an excellent point."
"I'll try and contact Wildflower and Keto again. Maybe this time,
just maybe," she said.
Coffey flicked the switch to the communicator inside her spacesuit
and braced herself for more violent shouting. She was thus surprised
when the only sound that came through her intercom was a steady
rythmic dull thumping. She was about to say something to interrupt
the noise when Wildflower's voice could be heard loud and clear.
"You know Charlie, being an elite member of the medical practice
and all, I thought you'd be the first person to realise that hitting
ones head against a wall is going to severely damage thinking and
functioning abilities. Least of all the fact that you won't be able
to talk to me."
The thumping grew steadily faster and louder at the mention of this.
Coffey sighed and spoke into the mouth piece.
"Keto, Wildflower, you picking me up?"
"Yes Coffey," said Wildflower. "What is it?"
The thumping stopped and was replaced with Keto's voice.
"What was that? Was that Coffey's voice?"
"Yes," replied Wildflower. "She's speaking to us though the
communicator."
"You have a communicator?"
"Of course, Charlie. It'd be quite stupid not too. What if one of
us finds the appendix?" Wildflower could be heard laughing at Keto.
"Or try this delightful scenario: What if one team happens to get
trapped in a room?!"
There was silence.
"Oh yeah, Coffey, we're kinda trapped in a room. We might need
some help getting out."
Coffey heard a loud groan from Keto and a muttering of 'stupid
stupid stupid woman.'
"We'll try and reach you both as soon as possible. Will and I are
currently searching outside the ship at the moment. We're on floor
twenty five and working our way up. We think the appendix might have
bluffed us all and come out here to hide."
"Right, Keto and I will...." Coffey yelped as the communicator
suddenly sent back large amounts of static and then went dead.
Coffey sat in silence for a second.
"Will, the communicator went dead. That means one of two things.
Either they were shoddily designed or Keto and Wildflower are in
trouble."
"Nay Coffey, we are'th in trouble," said Shakespeare pointing
downwards.
Coffey looked to the direction where Shakespeare was pointing and
could see a largish hole in the hull. It was fizzing as though it
had been corroded open and pieces of wire and metal were currently
being dragged out of it by the pressure. They looked up and saw
another row of lights go out.
"Uh-oh," said Coffey. "That doesn't look good. What the guessing
that the blackouts are linked with the Appendix?" she asked.
Shakespeare was about to reply when a vocie formed in his mind.
"Don't try to find me," it said.
Shakespeare's mouth dropped open slightly.
"Hazel, did'st thou heareth that?"
Coffey nodded.
"Thou realises what this doth mean?"
"The appendix is telepathic. It knows where we are. We can't
sneak up on it without giving ourselves away with our own thoughts."
There was silence as the two medical staff tired to think about
what to do next. Eventually a look of determination spread over
Shakespeare's face.
"We hath to go to thy breakage, it could lead us to thy appenedix.
We musth not giveth up now," he said.
"Ok, William," said Coffey, spurned onwards as well by
Shakespeare's confidence. "Let's get that organ."
Inside the room Keto and Wildflower looked upwards at the new hole
in the ceiling. Above them sat the appendix, it's dripping causing
the metal to dissolve.
"Wildflower, I'm holding you personally responsible for all this,"
said Keto, backed up as far away from the dripping as possible.
"Why Charlie? It was your ridiculous ointment which caused the
mutation. You were the one who'd insisted on decontaminating me,"
retorted Wildflower, who was trying to hold onto Keto and use his
jacket as a shield.
"Why do you always have to point out the truth? Can't you just let
one false accusation slip by?" asked Keto angrily.
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