Vote! If you're of age that is. (Crazy youngsters)

Who: Coffey, Wildflower, Mayer, Alexander, Keto.
Where: Medibay and Adjoining corridors.
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  Sean was standing in the centre of the medibay twtcihing uncontrollably and laughing insanely.
  "Way to go, Wildlfower," moaned Keto.  "Good idea about the 'no need for sleep' function on the 15th century moron.
Can't you do soemthing?"
  Wildfower sighed as Sean yelled something in Swahili before hiding under Keto's desk and shivering. 
  "All right," she said. 
  Wildflower got out of her chair and picked up one of Keto's thick ointment catalogues, then she ambled over to Sean
who was now pressed up against the wall, hiding from 'The spiders are here, and they've got BONGO's' clan which
he'd prostested about earlier.  She tapped Sean's shoulders, and watched as the severely warped individual turned
around.  There was a loud thump as Wildlfower bashed Sean's head with the catalogue and the gibbering madman
dropped to the floor, unconscious.
  "Wildflower!" shouted Alexander and Coffey in unison.
  "Good plan," said Keto.  "I was thinking soemthign along the lines of a sedative perhaps, but you opted for the prehistoric
method."
  Wildlfower shrugged aimlessly and returned to her seat.
  No one said anything.
 
  A few minutes later, and a severly groggy Sean got to his feet, much to the Chagrin of the CMO.
  "My head.  It kills.  I need sleep.  I must sleep.  Things all fuzzy.  No sense," moaned a bleery eyed Sean.
  "Try some relaxing sedatives," suggested Coffey from her desk.
  "Won't work.  I removed the sleep function from his brain," said Wildflower.
  Keto growled, confused.
  "Wildflower, you don't know how to open a door.  How on Earth are you able to mess and tinker with the brain like
that and succeed?"
  "Look Old man," said Wildflower.  "I happen to be quite adept at certain things."
  "Certain being the operative word," Keto muttered.   "And don't call me old man!" he demanded.
  Silence prevailed. 
  It was soon broken, as well as a shelf of ointment jars, as Sean staggered into one of Keto's cabinets.
  "Incompetent buffon, reminds me of Shakespeare," said Keto angrily. 
  He was not the most happy of people, mainly because he was stuck at Shakespeare's desk, at least until Sarah
Alexander finished whatever she was up to with those schematics.  He'd been trying to draw a poster for the last half
an hour or so which he planned to copy and paste on the walls of the medibay and the few adjoining corridors.  It
simply said 'Vote Trisees for a better Medibay.'  After Sarah ahd dropped that bombshell about only being abel to save one
personality, he hoped to high heaven that the crew would see the correct, and only possible, choice was to save Trisees. 
Who wanted that infernal bard around, and as for 21st century boy, well lets just say HE wouldn't have used a book to silence
him.
  He glanced over at Coffey who had also resorted to making a poster as well.  It read 'Vote Shakespeare: Honour and Dignity,
plus he's the only one who can perform a triple heart valve bypass in less that twenty minutes!"
  Keto smiled evilly, there was no way that Bard was going to be the mind to stay.  Not if he was onboard ship.
 
  Keto wiped his brow, flustered and tired.  His office and half of the walls in the main medibay were now covered with copies
of his poster. He felt good and decided to set up a ballot box for crewmembers to post their votes about who should stay
onboard.  He glowered as he passed Coffey, who was putting up the last of her posters.
  "May the most advertised personality win," she said to him grimly.
  Keto mumbled something under his breath.
  There was a another smashign nose as Sean stumbled into one of the closets.
  "Someone please kill him," pleaded Keto.
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<ooc:  Yes, the BDT IS still alive.>