Flying Appendices

Who: Keto, Appendix
Where: Current Psychiatric Office (okay, so no definite location...)
When: During the interplanetary golf tournament and the living ship desert trek
(okay, Thursday)
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Keto quietly peered around the doorframe, eyes darting quickly from side to
side. As quietly as possible, he crept forwards, not wanting to alert a single
soul to the fact that he was there.
[Can I help you?]
Keto nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice, before realising that (a) it
wasn't technically a voice, (b) jumping out of one's skin, while entertaining,
is nigh on impossible*, and (c) why be afraid of an appendix?
"I was looking for you," he said, turning to see the appendix perched...if
perched is the best way to describe it...on an unused desk.
[Yes, I know,] replied the telepathic organ, [You're wanting me to find the
location of...actually, which precise member of your staff IS 'that wretched
woman'?]
"Tara Cleavage," muttered Keto, "And if you'd be so kind, stop reading my
mind. Gaining information without others' consent is a violation of human
rights and is morally repugnant."
[So what would you have me do?]
"Read her mind and tell me where she is," replied Keto. The Appendix
hesitated for a moment, then let out a mental sigh.
[Okay, fine,] it relented, [I can't read her mind perfectly, she's a little
distant for that.]
"Distant?" frowned Keto, "Where is she?"
[I get some image of a sandy place.]
"A sandy place? Where is there any sand around here?"
[That depends,] replied the Appendix, [Do you classify the Sahara Desert as
'around here'?]
Keto stared for a moment. Then he growled.
"Of course, I should have guessed," he muttered, "After all, we're aboard a
starship the size of a city, orbiting a planet which has just been infested with
robots made to turn everyone into dimwitted morons. So where did I EXPECT the
person I was looking for to be?"
[What are you going to do?] asked the Appendix, for once refraining from
reading Keto's mind. The doctor smiled.
"Well," he said, "I want to have a little word with, ahem, 'that wretched
woman' about leaving her department head on a planet, along with half of said
department's staff. And since I'm never going to track her down on my own..."
-- Ten Minutes Later --
[I must protest,] protested the Appendix.
"Good for you."
[You have never flown a shuttle.]
"Are you able to read the mind of a pilot?"
[...that's not the point.]
"You tell me what to push, and I'll push it," snapped Keto, closing the
shuttle's airlock and taking the pilot's seat, "And you'd better make it good,
or we'll both crash."
[No,] replied the Appendix, [I shall never tell you how to fly an
unauthorisedly purloined shuttle craNO NOT THAT ONE!]
"Ah, then this one," said Keto, and hit the button. The engines fired, and
the Appendix sighed.
[I should have you committed,] it said.
"So says a talking telepathic appendix. Dream on and tell me how to fly this
thing," replied Keto, as the shuttle wobbled its way out of the shuttle bay and
down towards the planet.
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OOC: Welcome aboard Larry! :) Well, Keto's on his way down to the planet.