L, V. Trisees\': \"War Of The Worlds\"

Rpg:
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Who: Trisees, Monkeys.
Where: The meeting room
When: During the meeting
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"There," he announced, "Mr Trisees, I've finished your psychological
profile. You appear to have a superiority complex, coupled with the
fact that your single minded, refuse to listen to others opinions,
and have an inflated opinion of yourself and your importance in the
whole scheme of things. Now, this in itself would be ordinary, but
you are also prone to violent outbursts which, when considered with
the others, means that you definately suffering from a form of
psychiatric illness."
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"But," Trises began, trying to tell the madman that he already knew
that and didn't really care, but Cerebrum continued.
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"So, after analyzing all the facts, I have succesfuly concluded
that you are a menace to society, and should most definately not be
allowed to interact with normal people until you receive treatment.
Now, once we get things under control, I'll schedule some
appointments for you. Let's see, eight one hour appointments and four
two hour ones. Naturally, you'll have to be under restraint or heavy
sedation due to your tendancys towards violence. In the meantime, get
a bottle of these from the pharmacy and take three at breakfast, two
at lunch and one at supper. This will keep you under control until I
can properly diagnose you and implement a more permanent solution."
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"But," Trisees began again, still the psychiatrist continued.
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"Of course, should you refuse the appointments and the medication,
well then, I'd be forced to have you declared psychiatrically unfit
to be with the rest of the crew. Which you require me to seperate you
from the crew and have you locked in a padded room with no sharp
objects to keep you from harming yourself or others. Of course, I
have your own best interests at heart."
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Trisees wiated, wondering if indeed the psychiatrist was merely
baiting him again. He waited for a second, Cerebrum sitting with a
smug grin plastered over his features.
'So it's a war Cerberum wants,' thought Trisees. 'Well, I don't
want to disappoint the man.'
"Excuse me, Cerebrus," he said, delighting in the fact that the
crew didn't much like having their names mispronounced, "But with
that, awfully long windeed outburst, you once again proved my point
about using you to power a hot air ballon."
He waited for a second just to let it sink in.
"Now, for your marvellous evaluation. Well, of course I have a
superiority complex. I am expected to when i surpass everyone. You
forget or rather do not know that I was employed at the S.A.E.C. two
years younger than any of the entrance academics. Also, Mr Psychy,
my outbursts stem from this crew's refusal to call me by my name, a
point fo which I enjoy returning.
"Now assume you're living your life, you get mugged and when you
awaken, some malco-ordinated and pathetic personality has been using
your body for the last 12 years, WITHOUT your knowledge. Wouldn't
you be more than a little peeved to find out you've lost 12 years of
your mental life and physical life. Give me some due, I've not
attacked anyone for the last couple of hours. Anyway, when secruity
does it, we call it 'patrol.'
"I also belive that 'menaces to soceity' include burgulars. Now
there's no point in correcting me here, because I saw you do it, but
you happened to steal many many many objects in the medibay. Without
these objects, people cannot get healed in the medibay if they are
suffering serious life threatening injuries. Wouldn't this then lead
to death? Ah yes, it would, and you would therefore be held
responsible for these deaths due to the fact that it was YOU who took
this equipment. And what's more menacing than a man responsible for
manslaughter, or, I could push for murder.
"And finally, I couldn't care less if I were separted from this
patehtic mass of personalities you all like to call a crew. I have
no wish to be part of it, and lower myself to your level. I want off
this scow and back to Saturn, but seeing as we're now crashed on some
planetoid, that doesn't look like it's going to happen.
"And also, Keto would never allow it. He is the chief medical
officer and does have the power to outrank you in health, mental and
stress decisions.
"As for unfit for duty? You're hardly Mr. Sanity now, are you?
I've read your confidential profile, Holly let me, and the
sentence "absorbs other's emotional and mental problems" doesn't make
for a very confidence instilling comment about your ability to judge
me. Does it?"
Trisees stopped, kicked back once more and leaned into the back of
his chair.
"Thank you," he sighed happily, and grinned smugly at Cerebrum.
Maybe he'd go and fix up those pieces of machinery for Keto.
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OOC: Cerberum, no offence intended on a personal level here. :)
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