Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Trisees \'patients\' is wearing thin...

Watching the crazed ex-doctor muttering to himself. Vanessa turned towards Wildflower.
"soooo, what actually happened to him?"
"We're not sure, all we know is he collapsed, and he was back to being Larry Trisees when he woke up."
"So who was he before?"
"William Shakespeare. dont ask me what happened but at least he was nice then"
"Are ALL the doctors like this?"
"Pretty much. Ketos an arse...cute though!"
"From what i can tell he gets on well with people!" Vanessa said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she watched  Big Brother on the vid screen. At the moment Keto was dancing to some soul music with a girl who she learend was called Katrina. Her brother Jay was leading the others in throwing eggs at him. 
Trisees was rummaging through Shakespeares drawers in the desk.
"This kinda thing happen a lot here?"
"More so than anything sane .yes"
"WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT TALKING IN THE FIRST PERON!" Trisees bellowed "If you have something to say to me say to my face little girls!"
 
 

----- Original Message -----
From: S. Mathew Mayer (Shakes)
To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Saturday, June 30, 2001 1:37 AM
Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Trisees 'patients' is wearing thin...
Rpg:======================================================================Who: Medibay Deviants.Where:  Medibay.When: Madenning.----------------------------------------------------------------------    "Jay, I'm nurse Vanessa Chrysler."  Trisees looked up at the new nurse.  "Another addition to this funhouse?  She looks about as intelligent as that animate bush over there.  How many more lunatics are employed in this asylum of a medibay?" he asked.    *Rustle*  "Did I ask for any sort of contribution from you?"  *Rustle*  "I'M NOT SHAKESPEARE!"  *Rustle*  Trisees glared.   "If that is true, and you aren't Shakespeare, then how did you understand the tree?  Only medibay staff can understand what it's rustles mean," stated Coffey, a small grain of hope appearing in the wilderness of negative emotions.  Trisees sneeered.  "Residual effects of Shakespeare's mind.  But then, being a mere PLASTIC surgeon, I wouldn't have expected you to have understood such an easy premise."   Coffey was silent, the tree drooping in the corner, and the new nurse standign at the holes of the medibay.  "Hazel, who is that?" asked Vanessa, instinctively backing away from the tied down man.  "He was the chief surgeon," said Coffey sadly.  "But now, I don't know who he is.  I just want the surgeon back."  "Look, imbeciles, let me out of this straight jacket," requested Trisees, he was becoming more and more restless, and would have given anything to be able to move his arms.  "No.  No, I don't trust you," said Coffey.  "Why not?  Look at the situation.  I, unable to do any serious damage due to a) the fact that I know nothing upon where I am, b) no DESIRE to do any damage and of course c) there is a security team standing at the holeway who I'm SURE will be happy to kill me at the first sign of anything."  A sombre nod from Jackson did not improve Trisees feelings about his impressions surrounding the ship's crew.  Coffey looked at Trisees, who looked about ready to burst.  "Ok. I relent, but only because I love the mind that you've somehow locked away.  As for you Trisees, I have as much love for you as I do Keto, and I will gladly give those guards out there any sort of signal to kill you."  There was a slight gasp from the Big Pink Tree.  "Intimidating you ain't," said Trisees.  Coffey scowled and undid the ropes holding Trisees arms together.  "Finally, I get treated like a human being," he said, walking over to Shakespeare's desk and seating himself at it.  Coffey called Nurse Chrysler over to her desk and created a new space at Wildflowers, before nipping into the medibay storage room and extracting a chair.  "Until we recover the stolen property somehow, whereever it's gone," mused Coffey, "you'll have to share a desk with Wildflower.  She's quite a laugh once you get to know her."  "And here's the catastrophe now," spat Trisees as Wildflower entered the medibay.  "Shut up, Trisees," said Wildflower angrily.  "Hazel, how come we've lost Shakespeare?  I liked him.  I like Trisees as much as I like a hole in the head."  "How about I make a hole in your head?" asked Trisees, helpfully.  "Did you just suddenly become ten times more obnoxious?" asked Coffey.  "Leave everyone alone, or you'll go back in the strapped up jacket."  Trisees glowered, and then looked at the papers on Shakespeare's desk.  He was not enjoying himself.  There was no one onboard that he could talk to, no one who understood the situation he was facing, no way to regain the last twelve years and no reason for what had happened.  He wished he was back on Callisto.======================================================================The continuing adventures of the Blue Dwarf...www.geocities.com/bluedwarf2000To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to:JMC_Blue_Dwarf-unsubscribe@egroups.comYour use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to the Yahoo! Terms of Service.