Keto's Costume

Who: Keto, Lomaz (female NPC pilot)
Where: Medibay
When: Soon after Yahoo almost pushed me off the end of my tether
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Keto turned, a thoughtful look on his face, as Lomaz grabbed the
prescribed ointment and tried to make a break for the door.
"Ms. Lomaz," said Keto. Lomaz froze mere feet from the door. Keto
continued, "I understand you have access to the pilots' equipment
stores..?"
"Yeah..." replied Lomaz, warily.
"That's interesting," said Keto, smiling coldly, "And quite a
coincidence because, you see, I also have access to an ointment
cabinet."
"What do you need?" asked Lomaz without hesitation.
-- An Hour Later --
Lomaz hurried out of the medibay door again, breathing a sigh of
relief as she made it out without Keto saying anything more.
Keto, instead, was rather interested in the large bag of gear that
Lomaz had 'borrowed' for him from the pilot supply area. Opening it,
he peered inside and smiled.
"Eeeeexcellent," he murmured, and hauled the bag into his office.
-- Minutes Later --
The door slid open with a hiss. Intensely bright light shone out,
through a thick haze of smoke, and out stepped a figure...coughing
and wheezing and trying to shield its eyes from the searing white
light.
"STOP! *cough* Holly, STOP THE SPECIAL EFFECTS!"
Instantly the white light shut off, and the smoke began to clear.
Still coughing, the red-eyed figure looked up at the Big Pink Tree,
the only other occupant of the medibay (the rest having headed off to
the party). The Tree stared at the figure*.
It might have been Keto, at one stage. Now, however, it was eerily
reminiscent of somebody else. A badly-made blond wig atop its head,
the figure wore a flightsuit (a couple of sizes too large for it, but
beggar's can't be choosers) and a grossly-exaggerated wedding ring on
its finger. Stitched to the front of the flightsuit with obviously
hasty and amateur stitches was a scruffy badge that read "I crashed a
three-mile long starship into an ocean and all I got was this crummy
attitude".
The cold smile on the face, however, was instantly recognisable.
"Tonight, Matthew," smiled Keto, "I am going to be Jay Chrysler."
The Tree continued to stare, right up until the moment Keto's smile
vanished.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Go and get your costume,
whatever it is, and let's go!"
The Tree rustled and hurried out of the medibay. Keto tried to
adjust the wig so he looked a little more like a blond pilot and a
little less like a gameshow host...and then gave up.
Walking out of the medibay and towards the party, he nearly ran
into the Tree again. Frowning, he looked at it.
"That's your costume?"
*Rustle!* said the Tree excitedly, a single lightbulb, running off
a single battery, hung in its uppermost branches.
"Well what are you supposed to be?"
*Rustle rustle-rustle!*
"...a lamppost?"
*Rustle!*
"Yes, yes," said Keto very tiredly, "It's very good. Do be everso
careful that the lightbulb doesn't actually set fire to you, won't
you? Because we'd all care so very much."
The Tree, with a very poor conception of irony, bounced happily
along towards the sights and sounds of the party. Keto, following,
could not suppress a small smile.
"Going to a Halloween Party as a despicable and hated crew member,"
he chuckled to himself, "Nobody will EVER have thought of this!"
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OOC: Next! :)
*Hey, potatoes have eyes, why can't trees?