[JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Definately Not Pickled Eggs
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Where : Medibay
When : After talking to Wildflower
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Coffey shook her head sadly and wondered what
Shakespeare was up to. She recalled he had mentioned
something about 'moving a few things around' in his
quarters so she suspected he was starting on that
redecorating job he had been hinting at. She just
hoped he wasn't going to hurt himself too much.
Finishing off the last of her work, Coffey leaned back
her in her chair and smiled. She now had some time to
poke around in the closet where Keto had thought he
had been secretly storing several newly developed
ointments.
Looking to see that Ensign Wildflower was still
sulking in the quarantine room, Hazel put on some
safety goggles and rubber gloves. Picking up a sample
taking kit, she checked to make sure she was unnoticed
as she slipped into the secret ointment closet located
in a poorly visible corner.
The secret closet actually held a great deal of the
belongings of former Blue Dwarf medic named Dr.
Ventrite, as well as a good number of shoes worn out
by Keto from stomping around and pacing. Burnt butt
ends of hashish joints, reggae music discs, a
hacky-sack from which the beans inside were sprouting,
numerous Hawaiian shirts, and a book on how to make
balloon animals were just some of the rubbish which
littered the small space. Coffey shifted some of the
old clothing to reveal four small jars marked with
cryptic identification markings; a happy face, a
heart, a foot, and a kangaroo.
"Aha. Found some."
Carefully removing their lids and drawing samples,
Coffey rearranged them into their original position
and redraped the clothing over them. After the symbols
marked on each one, she continued. Further searching
revealed several more jars, including one which she
could swear was nothing more than chutney blended with
brake fluid. As she was about to slip back out into
the main section of Medibay, Coffey noticed she had
missed a spot on the highest shelf. Standing tippy-toe
on top of a half-deflated zero-G football, she pushed
away more junk to reveal a 2 gallon specimen jar
filled with something dark and labelled with Keto's
handwriting simply as "GOOD RIDDANCE".
She gingerly pulled the jar forward to get a better
look.
The contents of the jar looked right back at her.
Shrieking in complete shock, Hazel slipped off the
wobbly football and fell into the filthy contents of
the closet in a cloud of skunky smelling dust.
Bringing her hand to her mouth, Coffey hurriedly got
back on her feet and stared in shock. There was a
gnarled head floating wide-eyed in a preserving
solution, it's features distorted and squashed up like
Quasimodo's after sucking on a lemon. Quickly, she
pushed the terrible thing back where it previously sat
and tossed the clothing back over it. Grabbing her
sample kit, Coffey exited the closet in great haste.
Wildflower had ambled back out of quarantine and was
trying to juggle surgical sponges when Hazel tore
around the corner from the closet and back into the
main room.
"What's wrong?" asked the ensign.
"Nothing. Just get back in the room and lock it behind
you. You might be safer on that side of the glass than
out here," said Hazel, throwing the gloves and goggles
in the recycler.
"You're in a hurry, aren't you? Where are you going?"
"To drop something off at the Chemlab and then I'm
going to find William. Just get back in quaratine,
there's a Mars bar in my desk if you want to take it
with you," called Coffey, as she sprinted out the
Medibay doors.
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