Alternate Medibay
OOC: Sorry, can't think of a particularly good title (or post), I'm
ill and tired, but I thought I'd best post. :)
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IC:
Who: Keto, Big Pink Tree
Where: Medibay (on BD)
When: Uh...now.
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Keto marched back in to the medibay, and breathed a sigh of
relief. His invisibility had quickly been cured by Phil's treatment,
and he'd made it back to the one place he could actually think of as
a kind of home (albeit a cluttered, unsafe home populated by cretins)
safely. Okay, so there had been a few instances of some kind of
commotion on board, and Katrina Swete had walked past him not looking
like any kind of janitor he had ever seen, but he marked this down to
regular ship occurences, nothing out of the ordinary.
He continued to think this right up until he stepped into the
medibay and realised something was...different.
'Wrong' would not be the right word, he mused. After all, there
was nothing 'wrong' with the Big Pink Tree being tied up in a corner
of the main room - indeed, that was probably the best place for it,
Keto reasoned. What WAS 'wrong' was that Wildflower, Chrysler and
Cleavage were nowhere to be seen, and that a man who looked very much
like Keto was standing in the middle of the room, a gun in one hand
and some unidentifiable object in the other, beaming at him.
"Hello!!" grinned the strange, Keto-2 man. Keto-1 paused.
"...what are you doing in my medibay?" he asked, trying and failing
to put the requisite amount of venom into his tone. It probably
wouldn't have helped - Keto-2 looked like he was on some advanced
form of Prozac.
"Isn't it wonderful?!" he chirped. Despite the happiness in his
tone, the gun wasn't wavering at all - it was pointed straight at
Keto-1's head.
"Isn't *what* wonderful?" snapped Keto-1, his normal irritableness
beginning to reassert itself. His double merely grinned.
"I haven't been into a proper medibay in ages!! It's wonderful!!"
"You haven't been in a medibay in ages?" asked Keto-1, raising an
eyebrow.
"No! Me and Rock here were quite startled when we found this
place!!"
"You and...Rock?" asked Keto-1, and blinked as the other Keto held
up the small viridescent object in his left hand.
"This is Rock," said Keto-2.
"THAT? But that's just a small green r...wait a second..."
Both Keto's were silent for a second. Then Keto-1 exploded.
"DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOU'RE HOLDING A SMALL GREEN ROCK AND
CLAIMING IT'S A MEMBER OF YOUR STAFF!?"
"Yes!! Isn't it GREAT?!"
"I don't believe this," muttered Keto-1, "So this must be something
like a universe of opposites that that moron Chrysler flew us into
now, or something?"
"Something like that!" nodded Keto-2 vigorously, "I am the complete
opposite of you in every way! Now come on, I've got orders to take
you to our brig!"
"What!? You carry a gun and a rock, march in here, tie up that
vegetable, and command me to go to the brig? What kind of doctor are
you!?" snapped Keto-1.
Keto-2 smiled happily.
"I'm not!" he said, "I'm a psychiatrist!"
-- A few minutes later, on the Red Dwarf --
Jay, Vanessa, Tara, L'Ontar (and any others I have missed, forgive
me!) were suddenly interrupted by yet another sudden shutting-down of
the forcefield. Before they could do so much as move, another body
was hurled in, cannoning into them, and the forcefield zapped back up.
"It's Keto!" Jay said. All three groaned simultaneously.
"He seems to have fainted," said Tara.
Lying on the floor, Keto-1 feebly waved his arms and legs,
deliriously murmuring, "No...no...help...not me..."
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OOC: Uh...damn, I put my OOC disclaimer at the top, didn't I? Now
I'm completely disoriented...