Medibay Malarkey

Non rpg: (Keto's having net trouble and asked me to post for him.)
Rpg:
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Who: Medibay Staff.
Where: Medibay.
When: Then.
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Keto stormed aroudn in his office picking up random things and
chucking them about the room. The news of the new psychiatrist
double team had spread fast, and those with problems, namely the
whole ship had decided to coem down to the medibay to get a seeing
too. The medibay had be come a cramped area as Joe Scwheeble sat in
the quarantine room talking to Cerebrum and the Appendix.
Howver, no one had any medical problems. And it was starting to
annoy Keto.
"Right, that's it!" he shouted as his Pc monitor flew out of the
room and into the Big Pink Tree who sprawled over and sent several
people crashing to the ground.
"Everyone out!" he screamed at the various crew members who were
standing aroudn waiting.
"Awww," came the general chorus.
"NO AWWWS! I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH AWW! GET OUT OF MY MEDIBAY!"
he screamed as the crowd of people shuffled out.
"Where do we go?" asked one.
"Where do you think!? The smegging psychiatric offices four levls
up from here! This is a medibay, not a theatre."
"Charles, I do but work in thy theatre," said Shakespeare, Chief
Surgeon.
"Shut up, or you'll be joining them."
The medibay cleared as everyone disppared to the lifts, whilst
Cerebrum, The Appendix, and Schweelbe continued their meeting.
"You heard holly, Keeets, there's no furniture up there," said
Wildflower, running over to Keto and slapping his back. "Whatcha
gonna do about that?"
"Don't EVER touch me!" he said, giving her a full on evil glare.
"We're going to get rid of some extraneous things from the store
room next door," said Keto, walking over to the storeroom and opening
the door. Shakespeare and Wildflower peered inside and their eyes
grew wide.
"Keto, that is an authentic Psychiatric couch, and those are
psychiatrists desks, and there! Look, a book shelf, with books still
in it, about psychiatry!" stated Wildflower.
"Keto? Why doth we hath all thy psychiatric stuff?" asked
Shakespeare, as the two surgeon's turned to face the Chief Medical
Officer.
"It doesn't matter whether I stole it or not," said Keto
hurriedly. "What does matter is that you two can move it up to the
psychiatic ward and get those three idiost out of my medibay!"
"Us two?" asked Wildflower.
"Well I don't see Coffey, the Tree of Tara here, do I? And that
leaves you two."
"But, umm, why us two?"
"I have to look after the medibay. And besides, I am your superior
officer and that means you obey my orders, now move the smegging
furniture!" Keto shouted, storming back to his desk.
Shakespeare and Wildflower sighed and walked into the storeroom.
Some time later, a breathless Shakespeare and Wildflower entered
the medibay, panting heavily and collapsing on the floor. Keto
noticed them and walked out of his office.
"You took your time," he said, grumpily. "Is it done?"
"Y...Y...ye....ye...yes," managed Wildflower after particulary long
and protracted breaths.
"Good," said Keto.
He walked over, briskly, to the quarantine room and banged hard on
the door. All three people jumped up from their quiet room. Cerebrm
stood up and walked over to Keto and opened the door.
"Yes doctor?" he asked timidly, after hearing Keto's previous
outbursts earlier he wasn't sure how to approach the man.
"Out of my quaratine room. Your psychiatric department is fully
furnished and there is a long queue ready of patients for you," Keto
said in a voice lacking any emotion.
"Sorry?"
"The psychiatric department four levels up is now stocked with
furinture and all your psychiatric stuff. Now if you please be so
good as to vacate my medibay and use your designated area, rather
than this vital quarantine room that would make me EXTREMELY happy."
"Ah, right. Thank you, Doctor."
Cerebrum called over to the Appendix and Schweeble.
"We can continue the session upastairs. It would seem as though
the Doctor here has created a proper psychiatric department for us."
Scweeble and the Appendix got to their feet (and mucus like
undersides) and walked (and rolled) out of the quarantine room.
As Schweeble and Cerebrum left the medibay, the Appendix remained
behind for a minute.
"Thank you everyone, you've been most entertaining to watch and
listen to," it said. Wildflower ran over to it and gave it a large
huge.
"Bye bye Appey," she said.
"Fare thee well, good sir," said Shakespeare waving.
"Get out of my medibay!" Keto repeated.
The Appendix rolled after it's two colleagues and the doors swiched
closed behind it.
"One down, five to go," muttered Keto, looking at Wildflower and
Shakespeare.
"Ketey, what will we do with the quarantine room now?"
"I think I have an idea, Wildflower," said Keto, scowling at beign
referred to as Ketey.
"Ooh, what?" she asked, excited.
"Come here a second."
Wildflower skipped over to Keto.
"You see that couch there," he said, pointing to the makeshift one
which Cerebrum and Schweeble had set up.
"Yes?" said Wildlfower, expecting something interesting to happen.
"Go and sit on it!" he said, pushing her into the room and closing
the door swiftly behind her. It slammed shut and Keto hit the
keycoded lock. There was a clicking noise as Keto entered the last
digit and he sighed loudly.
"Peace and quiet!" he exclaimed.
"Charles, that..." began Shakespeare.
"Lawrence," said Keto spinning on his heel and thrusting a finger
at Shakespeare.
"You touch that door, and I'll not only cut off your fingers, but
I'll cut off your arms," he threatened. "Do you understand?"
Shakespeare nodded.
"Good. Now if anyone needs me, I'll be in my office working out
how long it will take Wildflower to starve to death."
Keto disappeared into his office.
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