Ointment Catalogues

Who: Keto, Cerebrum, Trisees
Where: Just outside the crashed starbug
When: Just after Trisees explains his motivations
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"Lawrence!" exclaimed Keto as he crawled out of the wreckage, "So good to=
see you again. Never board a vehicle with this lunatic."
"That was never an idea of mine," agreed Trisees.
"Where have you been lately?" asked Keto, before adding somewhat pointedl=
y, "I got crushed under some paperwork and could have used a hand."
"I got trapped in the space-time continuum without sense or existence," r=
eplied Trisees.
"Touché," admitted Keto. Then, casting an evil glare at Cerebrum, he con=
tinued, "Now, fortunately for me and unfortunately for brainbug here, it wou=
ld appear that you're of more use to him than I am. Therefore I'll bid you =
good day and him bad, and go and return to my medibay. I'm sure that somewh=
ere I have an ointment to cure the ills caused by smashing into the walls, c=
eiling and closets of a crimson Starbug. I'll have to look it up in my cata=
logue."
With that, Keto hurried off towards the medibay.
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Who: Keto, Tara, Hazel, BPT
Where: The Medibay, House Of Fun And Pain
When: The clock still doesn't work since the last post
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The doors swished open and Keto walked in to find Tara, Hazel and the Tre=
e sitting (or rooting) down. They looked up as he entered, stopped and fold=
ed his arms.
There was silence for a second.
"Well," he said finally, "So nice to know that my staff will, in the even=
t of my being trapped in my office, hurry to my assistance."
*Rustle rustle-rustle," pointed out the Tree.
"I KNOW I TOLD YOU NEVER TO GO IN THERE!" snarled Keto, causing a couple =
of smaller twigs to drop off, "BUT THAT DOESN'T APPLY WHEN I'M TRAPPED UNDER=
HALF A TON OF PAPER!"
"But how were we to know you were trapped under half a ton of paper?" ask=
ed Hazel.
"By going in my office and finding out of course!" snapped Keto.
"But..." she began, before giving up. Keto wasn't in a logical mood...at=
least no logical mood that could be understood outside of Catch-22.
"As of today you're all on half wages," stated Keto, ignoring the fact th=
at the medibay didn't officially receive pay from the medical department, bu=
t from the Blue Dwarf staff allowance, "I'm too occupied to deal with you at=
the moment. Now, where's my ointment catalogue?"
He headed over to the cupboards and started searching. After a couple of=
minutes he stopped and turned around to face them again, expression very wa=
rily furious.
"Where IS my ointment catalogue, exactly?" he growled.
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OOC: Tag! ;)