Oh Dear God

Who: Keto, Phil, Medibay Staff
Where: Medibay
When: It's getting on for 1 am real time, don't ask me ICly.
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-- SNIP --
> The other girls broke into the room Tara yelled behind her at Amber
> in a forcefull way
> "Amber, don't be a bad girl" She never took her eyes off Keto who
> was backing against the wall "Go away and find Jay" Amber looked
> upset, but not wanting to disapont her mother she left, then
> realized what she had nearly done and wretched onto the floor.
-- END SNIP --
Keto stared open-mouthed at the now dangerous-looking Tara,
Wildflower, Coffey and Tree, and quickly made a decision.
"Mr FeBuggre, much as it pains me to ask for help here, I believe I
will have to..." he began, but was then forced to dive to one side as
Wildflower leapt at him.
"Hey! Get off him!" yelled Tara, and grabbed Wildflower, hauling
her backwards. Wildflower let out a screech and turned to hit Tara.
"Girl trouble, doc?" came Sean's voice from outside the office
doorway.
"Were I not currently distracted," yelled Keto back, dodging a wild-
eyed Coffey and narrowly missing several grasping branches from the
Tree, "You would regret that remark!"
"So does that mean I don't have to, then?"
"Smart-ass," muttered Keto. Tara and Wildflower had entered into
an all-out brawl, practically forgetting Keto. Phil was hovering
just outside the door, evidently being torn between the desire to
split the fight up and the desire not to be torn to shreds.
"He's mine!" shrieked Wildflower.
"No, he's mine!" replied Tara.
"I'm MINE!" yelled Keto and, rapidly jumping on to his desk, took a
flying leap over the struggling two, out of his office, and slammed
the DNA-encoded lock button.
Silence fell over the medibay as Keto got to his feet and glanced
back.
Sean was the first to speak.
"That would probably have worked better if there'd been power to
the doors."
"You, my oh so hilarious friend, are going to be taking a long walk
out of a short airlock," growled Keto, as the medibay women (and
shrub) headed back out through the still-open door.
"Surely I'd be sucked out into the vacuum, not walk out?"
"No time for witty repartee, too much need to run!" yelped Keto,
and made a dash for the door, coincidentally (or perhaps not),
grabbing the a sample vial of the contaminated Ointment #9 as he went.
"This is either a blessing or a very, very twisted curse," he
thought to himself as he sped down the corridor, medibay women in hot
pursuit.
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OOC: Tag?