A Vacation That *Raised* Stress Levels?

Who: Keto, BPT, Coffey, DJ
Where: Medibay
When: After Keto's Return, And After The Meeting With The Captain*
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Keto sat at his desk, vainly trying to stow away most of the
miscellaneous small pieces of junk that Trisees had left around the
place.
After his initial yell, Keto had simmered down a little. After
all, he had given Trisees permission to work in the office,
rebuilding medibay equipment. Some small inconvenient mess was to be
expected.
As a result of this careful logic, Keto was not fuming, merely
seething. Unfortunately the Tree, seemingly forgetting every
survival instinct it had (if trees do indeed have 'em), chose that
moment to enter the office.
*Rustle, rustle*
Keto turned, as if he was on wheels. Since he was sitting on a
swivel-chair this was, in fact, the case, but that didn't serve to
make it any less ominous.
"...what?" he asked in leaden tones. The Tree shivered.
*Rustle...rustle?* it repeated in uncertain tones.
Slowly, Keto rose to his feet.
"I have travelled," he said slowly, "From bow to stern of this
enormous ship, hiking my way through the diesel decks, walking often
shoulder-high through the filthiest corners of this foul-producing
machine, risking my very life to the fumes that exist therein, and
you ask me if I forgive you betting my medibay rucksack?"
*...rustle...* managed the Tree, cringing. It was surprised when
Keto sighed.
"Do you really think," he asked, "That I would be petty enough to
dwell on that?"
*...rustle,* responded the Tree, doing the vegetation equivalent of
a double-take.
"Did you assume I would hold a grudge?" asked Keto. The Tree waved
a couple of branches.
*Rustle-rustle, rustle!* it chirriped, beginning to lighten up.
It was therefore doubly dismayed when Keto's face suddenly turned
red.
"OF COURSE I DON'T SMEGGING FORGIVE YOU!" he bellowed, sending the
Tree scuttling back against the wall, "YOU LOST PROPERTY BELONGING TO
ME AND MY MEDIBAY! IF I HAD AN AXE I'D MAKE MATCHES OUT OF YOU AND
CHUCK THEM OUTSIDE TO SOAK TO USELESSNESS! YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN
A VEGETABLE!"
The Tree trembled.
"Which," spat Keto, "Puts you about on par with everyone else. Now
get out of my way!"
Leaving oily footprints behind him, Keto stormed back into the main
medibay, the Tree cowering out of his way.
In the main room, Keto stopped. Coffey was treating a crewmember's
arm in one corner, a couple of other crewmembers were milling around,
apparently mortally injured or half-drowned or other minor things
like that.
Keto, noting with only mild annoyance that Wildflower and Cleavage
were not in attendance, also noticed DJ lying on one of the medibay
bunks.
"Ah, our illustrious security service has decided to visit the
medibay," he murmured, slightly louder than a regular sotto voce
murmur, "Nice to see that they're working as hard as ever."
Unfortunately for Keto, DJ chose just that moment to regain full
consciousness, and opened her eyes.
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OOC: Okay, so it ain't that good. It's late, I'm tired and Keto's
covered in oil, so he may not be as sharp as usual (though he should
be slicker than usual...sorry, sorry...)
* There may be a few temporal discrepancies here...but who said time
was inflexible? ;)