Restoration

RPG:
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The party was in full swing. The music was loud, the party goers
were having fun, the food looked, well, halloween-ish and almost
edible. It was a party. Or as close to a party as something could
get.
Hazel Coffey, also known as Anne Boleyn for the rest of the
evening, sat at a chair, sipping from a glass of Spooky Fruity
Punch. She didn't know who had brought it with them, aside from the
fact they were wearing an Orangutang costume, but it certainly had
one of those pleasurable kicks to it. She stood up and walked over
to the punch bowl, a humourously shaped skull, and served another
portion into her decorated polystyrene cup.
She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see Wildflower
beaming at her. Wildflower dressed as a wild flower. Wildflower
put down her cup of punch and held her arms out.
"What do you think of my costume Hazel?" she asked, twirling
around, and knocking into several dancers. Hazel waited for
Wildflower to finish apologising before giving a reply.
"That's great Jennifer. What are you? A bluebell?"
Wildflower looked hurt.
"No, I'm a daffodil. Can't you see? Bluebells are usually blue.
I'm yellow," she said, pouting.
Coffey looked up at the flashing coloured lights that were
illuminating the dance floor.
"Sorry, Jen, I think it's the disco effect. It makes you look a
little blue."
Wildflower tried to look upwards at her petals, but only succeeded
in making the top of her costume hit another party goer in the head,
she apologised profusely to the werewolf before turning back to face
Coffey, who was looking about the gym at the various costumes.
"So, anyway, you having fun Hazel?" asked Wildflower. A
knowledgable glint in her eyes. Coffey looked around the hall at
the large mass of people dancing.
"Yes. I suppose so," she said. She had enjoyed dressing up as
Anne Boleyn, despite the fact that it reminded her of William. But
most things did. The medi-bay, their apartment, the appendix, the
Robot Wars poster.
"But there's one thing missing," she said. Wildflower nodded.
"You got to stop thinking about him. Keto will fix it. You know
he will."
"When though?" She said angrily. "I've asked him countless
numbers of times to help me find some sort of process to reverse the
destabilisation of the two set of cells. Everything I try ends up
with a multicoloured mush. He's the expert at that sort of
medicine. I'm a plastic surgeon, and they certainly don't need any
facial tucks."
Wildflower shrugged. "Don't ask me. The madman won't even look
at me, let alone allow me to ask him a question. I think he's still
bitter about the time I set up a barbecue in the medibay."
Coffey gave a small smile.
"Cheer up Hazel. Everything will be fine," said Wildflower.
Coffey looked impassively at Wildlfower.
"Ok instead just think about the 'special' cup of punch I'm going
to go and offer Chrysler then," she said, grinning evilly. That
made Coffey laugh. Wildlfower picked up the cup of Spooky Fruity
Punch and made movement to leave before stopping.
"Actually, Hazel, would you do me a favour?" she asked.
"I'm not giving that tainted punch to Chrysler," started Coffey,
shaking her head.
"No no, it's not that, it's just that. Well, one of my former
crew men, from the accounting department, is here alone and seeing
as you are also alone I was maybe hoping he could maybe spend the
evning with you. You know, you two get to know each other, just as
friends. Nothing more. Only friends. I know how you feel about
Shakespeare."
Coffey raised an eyebrow.
"You're trying to set me up with someone when I'm with William?"
asked Coffey incredulously.
"No, this guy doesn't have many friends. I mean, he's a nice guy
and everything. It's just that, well, he wants to meet more people."
Coffey shook her head, weary of Wildflower's schemes.
"No, Jennifer, no. I'm not in the mood to meet any of your dull
accouting friends."
"Come on Hazel, I promise, you WON'T be disappointed. Please, just
this evening. You won;t ever have to speak to him again if you
don't want to."
Coffey sighed.
"Fine, fine. Whatever. I don't care. But if he turns out to be
an annoyingly dull moron, I'm coming after you with one of these
sugar knives," she said, pointed to a desert plate.
"Great!" Said Wildflower excitedly. "I'll go and get him."
Hazel Coffey returned to her seat, wondering what on Earth she'd
got herself into, and sat at the empty table, where a plate full of
crumbs and half eaten treats was lying. The most abundant item were
the Chocolate Gravestones. She'd already warned a few people to
avoid those, the taste lying somewhere between dirty wet concrete
and paper towels.
She loked down at the fake sixth finger she'd made and gave a
small laugh. She might not be Anne Boleyn, but she stood a decent
chance at a lookalike contest. While she was staring at her finger,
she noticed a pair of shadows fall over her hand and legs. She
moved her field of vision to see a pair of legs wearing a set of
worn out black jeans standing next to a green pair of legs:
wildflowers. She tried to imagine what kind of accountant would
wear black jeans to a halloween costume party.
"Hazel, I'd like you to meet my friend James," proclaimed
Wildlfower happily.
Coffey sighed once more and attempted to build up the energy to
lift her head and greet Wildflower's friend. As her eyes fell upon
James' face, her mouth dropped open.
"Mayst I haveth this dance?" 'James' asked, holding out his hand
to Coffey. Coffey blinked rapidly a couple of times to make sure
that the punch hadn't affected her vision. Standing in front of
her, in 20th Century everyday get up, was Chief Surgeon William
Shakespeare. He looked a little pale, and his hair was a mix of
patches of the bright yellow Trisees hair had been with his own
chestnut brown colour.
"William? Is...is that you?" she asked, astounded.
Shakespeare nodded.
Wildflower smiled a genuine smile, and crept backwards into the
crowd to leave the two medical workers alone.
"I'm dressed like a problem teenage kid," he attempted to say in
an american accent. "As thou'st can see by my shirt which sayeth
things too rudeth for myne mouth to repeat." He looked at the shirt
distastefully, the logo read: Nobody knows I'm a lesbian.
"Howeth dids't I ever leteth them persudaeth me to'st wear
infernal garb such as this?" Coffey laughed and got to her feet
quickly, throwing her arms around Shakespeare and hugging him.
"Thous't looketh startinglyst similar to maiden, know'st by me in
thy day of yore," he said, smiling. "Though, I fears't her life
brought'st short by beheading at thy hands of King'th Henry."
Coffey kissed his cheek lightly.
"How are you here? What happened? WHY did no one tell me?!" she
asked, eager to find out how the molecular destabilisation had been
stopped. It had seemed to her as if there was no way to reverse it,
from all the samples she'd looked at. "Where did Jennifer go? did
she have anythign to do with this?"
"Let'st ume just sayeth that I beeth an excellent'st tutor in arts
of medicinery," he smiled enigmatically.
"But..." attempted Coffey. shakespeare smiled, putting a pair of
fingers to her lips and stopping her speaking. "I but shall
explaineth later. Noweth, I belivest I asked thou to dance withst
me." He took hold of her hands pulled her away from the table and
out into the crowd of people. Coffey rested her head on
Shakespeare's shoulder, her sadness vanishing, and they became part
of the mass of dancers.
Charles Keto, aka Jay Chrysler, squinted into the crowd.
"Did I have too much drink or is that Shakespeare over there?" he
said, looking into his glass.
"Well Keety Babe," said Wildflower, slapping Keto on the
back. "Looks like I'm not such an incompetent after all." She
grinned.
Keto was silent for a second, looking at Wildflower with one of
his piercing gazes.
"Firstly, never touch me ever again. Secondly, never call me Kety
Babe EVER again, and thirdly, how could someone like you ever
successfully stop a Total Molecular Shutdown, one so advanced, and
bring back a perfectly functioning human?"
Wildflower laughed.
"I learnt from the best."
"When did I ever teach you anything?" asked Keto.
"Do you want to know how I did it?" she asked Keto, ignoring him.
The Big Pink Tree bounded over and 'planted' itself next to Coffey.
"Go on, enlighten me nurse," said Keto.
"well..." began Wildflower before she was interrupted by the Tree.
*Rustle-rustle. rustle, rustle. Rustle-rustle-rustle! Rustle!*
It said.
"How did you kn..." began a confused Wildflower before she
faltered. She opened her mouth and pointed accusingly at the tree.
"You've been spying on me!"
*Rustle-rustle!* Replied the Tree.
"Oh of course it was," she said sarcastically.
Wildflower glared at the floor. "Stupid lampost," she muttered.
Keto smiled.
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Non Rpg:
Yes folks, you can't keep a good playwright down! Shakespeare and
I have returned from the 3 month sabatical. I have a new PC. I
have internet access. And I just had to come back to this game as
soon as possible. Boy, I missed you all. And it's good to be
back. I hope things haven't changed too much.
-S. Munkle Magazine.