Part Two of Personality Problems
Rpg:
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Where: Various.
Who: Coffey, Jackson, Cerebrum, Trisees.
When: After Trisees shouts a Bit.
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"Mr Trisees," said Coffey, deciding that if she was to calm him
down, then she'd have to play along with him. "Our captain is not
onbaord the ship at the moment, he's on an away training course."
Trisees scoffed loudly.
"Then take me to see the second in command, it's quite simple
really," he mocked, folding his arms and forming a glare on his face.
Coffey laughed gently.
"Our second in command is also away...somewhere," she admitted.
Trisees sighed loudly.
"Isn't there SOME amount of sanity or at the very least COMPETENCE
onboard this scow?!"he demanded.
"Is there a problem, sir?" a loudish voice behind Trisees asked.
Trisees turned to see a rather large man standing behind him wearing
a security uniform. His name tag read 'Tiny' Jackson, despite, at
Trisees best guess, the man being in the region of seven feet tall.
"Tiny, how cute," Trisees muttered, scowling. "Mr Jackson, these
people, and this balding AI, are claiming I'm someone I'm not, and
refuse to let me see the captain."
Jackson looked over Trisees' head at Coffey.
"Something wrong with the Doctor, Miss Coffey?" enquired Jackson.
"I think his collpase has given him amnesia, or something far
worse, however..." explained Coffey. She was interuppted by Trisees
loud voice.
"EXCUSE ME," he said definatly. "But don't you know it's rude to
talk about someone in the third person when they are present?!"
"Calm down, Doctor," began Jackson, placing a hand on Trisees
shoulder.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME! ALL of you are against me! There's
some kind of conspiracy going on here! Why am I on the ship?! Why
did you remove me from Callisto!? Is it my research?!"
Jackson pulled out a stunning device discreetly from his back
pocket whilst Trisees was shouting and gesturign at Coffey. He
flicked a switch and forced it into Trisees' back.
"Gah!" screamed Trisees as it sent a shockwave of pain into his
body. He dropped to his knee's, looked up at Coffey and glared.
"I'll get you for this," he said vehemtnly before falling to the
ground, unconscious.
Jackson took hold of Trisees' arm's and lifted him up.
"Take him to the medibay Jackson, and place a restraining jacket on
him. I'm worried about him," explained Coffey.
"Yes, Miss Coffey."
Trisees' eyes opened slowly and he was greeted once more with a
familiar grey ceiling.
"Great," he growled. "Back in the medibay. That's all I need.
And what's this?" he asked himself, realising his arm's were tied
down. He struggled to sit up, and reached a semi seated position.
He was on a medibed in a darkened corner of the medibay. A selection
of ropes were holding his lower half to the bed, and his arms were
tied together. The woman he knew as Miss Coffey was sitting on a
chair in fronr of the bed holding a clipbaord and looking pretty
unhappy.
"So I'm dangerous am I?" Trisees asked.
"Yes. Yes you are," replied Coffey.
Trisees sighed, but it sounded more like a grunt of anger.
"Why are you keeping me here?" he spat, his eyes wide with
annoyance.
"Who are you?" asked Coffey, ignoring Trisees last comment.
"My name is Lawrence Reginald Trisees," explained Trisees. "Why
are you keeping me here?"
"What have you done with Shakespeare?"
"WHY ARE YOU KEEPING ME HERE?!" shouted Trisees, leaning forward
and scowling at Coffey.
"You're ill, I'm trying to help you."
"You could start by releasing me!"
"Not until you've calmed down," said Coffey, shaking her head.
"I am calm," said Trisees, faking a quiet voice.
"Fine, Doctor," said Coffey.
"I'm NOT YOUR DOCTOR!" shouted Trisees.
"And that's calm, I suppose?" asked Coffey, smiling smugly.
Trisees sighed.
"Look, for the last time, I'm Larry Trisees, I'm a sicentist. I
work on the Callisto Research base. My Ident code is GB-9980-YOI-
777. Check this ship's database and you'll find that this is true!"
Coffey raised an eyebrow, and then got to her feet. She walked
over to a computer terminal and began tapping away at the interface.
A few seconds later and she let out a small gasp. The computer was
dispalyign the ident records of a Larry Trisees, a scientist that
worked in the Callisto Psychological Deptament Research Base. The
record said, however, that he was deceased.
"Let me guess, you finally wake up and realise that I'm the only
one with intelligence on this damnned ship," mocked Trisees.
"Your record says you're dead."
"Dead? I'm dead am I? I'm really a hologrammatical being, which
you've managed to tie down with real ropes. Wow, I'm astounded at
the way technology has progressed."
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"Trying out my machine, finding it didn't work, smashing it and
then getting into a Space Hopper to take me home. After that, I open
my eyes to find myself in this charming insanity spot."
"So you don't remeber the last 12 years?"
"12 years? Would you please explain what's going on?"
"I don't know if I can," admitted Coffey. "I think you're going to
have to have some medical tests run on you."
"I'm NOT some kind of LAB RAT that you can just DISSECT if you feel
like it" shouted Trisees. "Why won't you leave me alone?!"
"Because I think I've lost the only man I've ever loved!" Coffey
shouted back in retort.
This silenced Trisees.
The tension was broken suddenly by the entry of Cerberum, who had a
weird look on his face.
"How's the patient?" he asked. "Got his old personality back?
Able to fill out cheques and such?"
"Go away Cerebrum," stated Coffey.
"What?" asked Cerebrum.
"Go away. This isn't your domain. And frankly, when Keto finds
out that you've stolen his gear, I can't wait to see what he does.
As for Trisees here, this man is none of your business. I am in
charge of the medibay whilst Shakespeare's taken a leave of absence,
and I do not need you to interefere with a highly personal matter.
If you want some kind of budget, then go talk to the captain and stop
stealing from eveyrone else. Now get out!"
Cerebrum opened his mouth to protest.
"Go!" she repeated. Cerebrum left the room and Coffey locked the
medibay doors. No one was getting in, and no one was getting out
without Coffey's knowledge.
"Now, Larry. You and I are not resting till I work out what's
happened, why, and how to set it straight," she said determinedly.
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