Patience, Patients
> "Where are the trained professionals?" he asked finally.
> "We don't have any trained professionals...Oh you mean
> the medical staff. I have no idea where they are.
> They're probably in Parrotts."
Keto was, in fact, busy working out his irritation with the
psychiatric bill by the well-known, documented and proven treatment
of stamping around the ship.
His stamping was interrupted by Holly appearing on a wall monitor
nearby.
"Charles?" said Holly. That alone was cause for Keto to hesitate.
Holly didn't normally call him Charles. On the other hand, he didn't
normally appear on wall monitors down in the upper reaches of the
cargo holds while Keto was stamping around, either.
"Yes?" snapped Keto, not willing to let surprise spoil his bad mood.
"Charles is in the medibay."
Keto hesitated again, then frowned.
"Holly, we now have two competant...well, at least, only partially
INcompetant...psychiatrists on board. Why don't you book an
appointment?"
"I meant the other Charles, Charles Drummer," informed Holly. Keto
blinked, and involuntarily patted his pocket, checking that the
package was still there.
"Oh really?" he said, then coughed, "I'd better go and see how he's
doing, then. Wouldn't want patients to have to wait for treatment,
now, would we?"
"What are you talking about, you ALWAYS make patients w..." began
Holly, then caught Keto's glare.
"No, no, of course not," the computer hurriedly amended, then
vanished.
Keto marched hurriedly up several flights of stairs and along
corridors, heading for the medibay. He wondered vaguely exactly what
this Mr Drummer was doing in the medibay. Could he have worked out
that it was Keto who had...but no, the man had been out of his
quarters. Then why...?
Unless, Keto thought suddenly, he'd had some OTHER form of
recreational drug aboard...or even more of that G.O.D. stuff...and
had decided that it might be a good idea to use it all up before it
too got stolen.
"Typical," muttered Keto as he walked along, "People get on board
this ship and immediately start behaving like criminals! Is there
nobody with morals on board? T'ch! I'd better give Mr Drummer a
stern talking to...and perhaps raise the price..."
Unfortunately for Keto (and, probably, fortunately for Charles
Drummer), at that moment a bell rang. Keto glanced up as it did so,
and looked at his watch.
"Dah, that Big Brother thing is about to start..." he
muttered, "Well, just as soon as I've dealt with Mr Drummer..."
"All Big Brother contestants please report to Parrott's
immediately," announced Holly's voice over the speaker
system, "Failure to do so will result in automatic disqualification."
That made Keto pause. Of course, he could use the prize
money...and the blackmail scheme could wait a while...
"But I can't take this bag inside the locked area!" muttered Keto
hurriedly, glancing around.
Luckily, there was a loose panel in the corridor wall beside him.
Pulling it further, Keto slipped the offending bag behind it, and
then proceeded to spray the edges of the panel with ointment #78654
(also known, to the uneducated practitioners of hardware, as a
mixture of extremely-strong Superglue and insulating foam). The
combined mixture filled in the cracks around the panel with something
that could just about withstand a direct nuclear strike. Not that
the panel itself could, but that wasn't the point.
Checking to make sure he had what he needed on his person, Keto
headed for Parrott's.
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OOC: just for logistics' sake, Keto's carrying a couple of bottles of
his favourite ointments (nothing too important, don't worry!), a
harmonica (betcha never knew he could play that, eh?) and a crayon.
Hey, the rules said no pens or pencils. A crayon isn't either of
them. ;)
By the way Chuck, the captain's not on the ship. He's on Earth on
a training course. So you'd have to speak to his second in command,
Whitewolf, who...hang on, he's in the future...
Uh...people...who exactly IS in charge of the ship at the current
moment? This has probably been dealt with and I missed it, but...who?
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@y..., Jonathan Spate <smeghead44@y...> wrote:
> Chuck woke up in the medibay with a rather annoying
> itch that was irritating his groin. He found to his
> horror that his arms and legs were strapped to the bed
> he was in.
> "Shall I get one of the skutters to see to that itch
> for you, Charles?!" asked Holly, appearing on one of
> the wall monitors.
> "I've asked you at least a hundred times over the past
> week to call me Chuck!!!!!" Chuck replied
> "Did you? I've had a lot on my mind recently. Been
> busy doing...erm...stuff"
> "what stuff?" asked Chuck, somewhat perplexed as to
> what Holly had been up to.
> "Well...er..actually i've been doing pretty much
> bugger all, i just wanted you to think i had a life"
> After first meeting Holly, Chuck wondered if Holly
> might have been a bit senile. Now he was conviced that
> the computer was in fact a lot senile. After a short
> pause a huge purple garden shed wandered into the
> medibay.
> "er, Holly, why has a huge purple garden shed just
> wandered into the medibay?" asked Chuck
> "It's the sedative. it must have reacted with all that
> G.O.D stuff you took. You're hallucinating. Don't
> worry, it'll wear off soon."
> "Don't worry?!! I have a right to worry when I see
> purple garden sheds coming towards me!" By this time
> Chuck was wondering where the medical staff were.
> "Where are the trained professionals?" he asked
> finally
> "We don't have any trained professionals...Oh you mean
> the medical staff. I have no idea where they are.
> They're probably in Parrotts."
> "Ok."
> The vid screen which had been showing re-runs of
> Jefferson Jones Private Eye suddenly displayed the
> captain's head.
> "Charles Drummer, as soon as you're well enough to
> walk I want to see you in my office. Understood?" is
> what the head said. He didn't leave time for an answer
> to the question. The captain's image fizzled out and
> Jefferson Jones re-appeared.
> "will some one please turn this cack off?!" said
> Chuck. He knew now that the medical staff must've told
> the captain about what he had taken. Bastards.
> He was, of course, completely wrong...
>
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