Enough Is Enough

Who: Don't bother putting your hands down, medicrew, it's you again.
Where: Let's think really hard about this...
When: ...and let's not. (Deja vu...have I said this before?)
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> Mayer laughed.
> "My friend would have said it," he revealed, picking up the
> computer and exiting the office.
> "Know it all punk," said Keto to himself.
Sighing, Keto pulled out a sheaf of papers from his desk drawer.
Muttering irritably as he realised that the lack of decent lighting
in the room meant the handwriting on it was nearly illegible, Keto
leaned close to the page, squinting at it.
"Function four," he murmured, seemingly to nobody but himself, and
turned towards his computer. Or rather, to where his computer had
been. Sighing again, Keto pulled out a rather more antiquated-
looking device and attached the power cord to the socket set into his
wall.
Ten minutes of concentration and typing later, Keto nodded smugly
and sat back.
"Now all I have to do is press this button and all this hard work
will be saved," he nodded sagely. "Why exactly I am pausing to
mention this when there is nobody in the room but myself is unknown,
but probably has something to do with dramatic eff..."
There was a fizz, the lights flickered faintly, and the little
screen in front of Keto went blank.
-- Main Medibay --
The medicrew were mildly shocked (only mildly, because after a few
weeks working in the medibay you got used to it) by Keto's office's
sliding door slamming back on its runners as he stalked out, hauling
on his laboratory coat.
"Where are you going?" asked Coffey, in the process of handing
several files over to the new Shakespeare personality...whose name
Keto couldn't quite recall at the moment, but definitely would if his
internally-powered computer was so much as scratched.
"I am going," growled Keto, "To find Captain Niples...or Acting-
Captain Whitewolf...or whoever is currently in charge of this
ship...and see what can be done to fix this accursed power problem
before I lose even more work to it and CLEAVAGE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU
DOING?"
The sudden raised voice made Tara jump, which was unfortunate as
she had a spoonful of chocolate ice-cream in her hand.
There was a squelch, and silence.
"We will have words about this," murmured Keto, wiping the ice-
cream from his face and heading for the exit. Swishing open as he
left, the exit somehow gave the impression of disdaining any attempts
to slam an automated door.
"Cheerful person," commented Sean. Tara sighed and took another
spoonful of ice-cream.
"PUT THE CURSED ICE-CREAM AWAY!" yelled Keto's voice from outside,
making Tara jump once again.
"Did you ever consider investing in umbrellas?" asked Sean, as
another blob of ice-cream sailed across the medibay.
This time, however, instead of hitting anybody, the blob flew into
an open cabinet of ointment vials.
The medicrew stared at the cabinet rather worriedly as there were
several louds hisses and mixing sounds. Gradually, however, the
noise quietened.
"We never saw that," said Tara quietly, hurriedly disposing of the
ice-cream and shutting the cabinet.
"Saw what?" asked Coffey innocently, turning back to Mayer.
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OOC: Hooray, I posted!