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

Rpg:
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Who: Trisees, The Foolish Mortals.
When: Then.
Where: Here.
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Trisees ignored Naples. He was finally starting to enjoy himself,
it had been a while since he'd had a decent row.
"And you call yourself a pyschiatrist!" he said laughing. "I
thought psyhcitarist were able to tell the difference between insane
people and angry people. You have proved that you can't. There is
nothing mentally wrong with me at all, Cubicule.
"I simply experienced an emotion. Which, if you check a biology
book, is perfectly within human acceptance levels. So I was angry
for a bit. That doesn't make me insane. In fact, I'm merely a
grouchy scientist with enough IQ points to put a working Holly to
shame. I don't need to be cured of anything.
"And I know the rule book like the back of my hand. Keto did not
steal the equipment, he kept it for himself becasue there WAS no
psychiatric department, and as such, there would have been no detahs
in that way becasue he would have administered the treatment himself.
He too has degree's and diploma's galore in various mental sciences.
"And might I point out that there are no rules in the history of
the JMC that allow 'STEALING' of the medibay's equipment. To which
you also concealed the fact that you had them as well. Regulations
back you up? Pah. Nonsense! You merely lie to get yourself out of
a tight situation."
Trisees then swiftly and deftly extracted a JMC rule book from his
back pocket and flicked to a page he'd been reading. He held it up
and pointed to the double page spread.
"He does have the power to outrank you due to his position. Keto
is the chief medical officer, he has the veto. It exists in sub
paragrpah nine, sub section v, page 135, in chapter six, and I quote:
The Chief medical officer has final choice in any decision regarding
members of the crew in helth related situations. You merely voice
your opinion about something like that and he makes the final
choice.
"Your department is nothing more than a subsection of the medical
department."
"Besides, you won't have to put up with me much longer, Keto and
Coffey need me to help them sort out getting your pathetically
puerile Doctor Shakespeare back. And when that happens and the ship
gets back, I'm out of here, Cancerum.
"And might I add that stick and stones may break my bones, but
names, will never hurt me. I may be a 'narrow-minded, hot-tempered,
incosiderate, rude, loud-mouthed scientist with a superiority
complex' but you my friend, are indeed a mind numbingly dull,
babyish, power hungry, obnoxious, bizarre working of the genetic code
we call humanity.
"Anyway, with the people that I have to put up with, can you blame
me?"
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OOC - No offence meant on a character level :)
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