Nexteth!
Rpg:
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Who: The crashed bunch.
When: 22 hours till Trisees.
Where: Planetside.
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"Excuseth me for thy second, Tria," said Shakespeare, standing up
and walking over to Tara. "I knoweth that it's not much, but I ams't
ableth to lend myne jacket for onest of thy little imps."
Shakespeare removed his long white doctor's jacket, complete with
blood and ointment stains, and handed it to Tara.
"There should'st be enoughs't materialeth thence to cloth one tyke
for allst thy speedy ageing," he said warmly.
"Thank you Doctor," said Tara, immediately wishing that he wouldn't
become that Trisees character again in 24 hours. She looked at the
twins and called Rufus over.
"Here you go Rufus, your very own medical coat," she said.
Keto, who was sitting down against the car looked over the scene in
front of him.
"Oh how sweet Shakespeare," he mocked. "Giving the youngster your
jacket. Don't think you're getting another one when we return to the
medibay!"
Rufus stood up, walking back and forth in his new coat, smiling and
feelign very important.
"Bring me ointment!" he declared, much to the chagrin of Keto.
"Very cute," said Keto through gritted teeth. The rest of the
group laughed.
"What about Amber?" asked Tara, hoping for a response from someone.
"Here," said Chrysler, removing his pilot's jacket. "She can have
my jacket."
"Thank you uncle Jay," said Amber, beaming at him and hugging his
leg.
"Sickening," muttered Keto, folding his arms and closing his eyes.
"I shalls't keep watch!" said Shakespeare. "As such that I sleep
nay more, it'st beeth prudent to proclaimest me thy watch. For nay
shall anyone else need to be awakened, and I'st shall nay lose my
guard."
A murmur in the positive and a nodding of heads informed
Shakespeare that he'd successfully gotten the job. He picked up the
bazookoid and sat on top of the car, overlooking the campsite.
Gradually, the crashed team fell asleep one by one till Shakespeare
was the only one awake, his mind filled with thoughts of Blue Dwarf
and the comfort of his medibay.
He looked at the watch attached to his wrist bone. It read 18:26.
He only had a little under eighteen and a half hours left in control
of the body. His spirits dropped a little.
He looked out at the large crescent shaped moon and sighed.
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