Snide Comments and Santa - Merry Christmas!

Who: Keto (Not Charlie), Tara, L'Ontar
Where: AR Suite
When: Just before Evil Santa was launched
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<<SNIP>>
> "Tell me everthing... how did the fire start, I can't remember. And
> why in gods name would you want to be your brother? You're Keto, not
> Charlie and..... I like you for it." She grimaced as she said it.
<<END SNIP>>
Keto sat up, shaking his head slowly, before raising a quizzical eyebrow at
Tara.
"I'd say I'm touched," he said, "But there's this large feeling of bile that
seems to be blocking my vocal cords. Face it, Cleavage - you fell in love with
Charles Keto and didn't notice when I took his place. Now, what does that say
about how much you *really* cared about him, hmm?"
Any reply was interrupted by a grunt from the far corner of the room, where
the recumbent form of L'Ontar lay, waking up.
<<SNIP>>
> Keto looked over at the GELF and the terrifying image of him flying
> down the decks in that trolley returned.
<<END SNIP>>
"My my, the moron awakes," he said, "Although to be fair his piloting skills
are about par for the pilots aboard this ship. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have
to go and find myself."
"You're not going anywhere until you answer me!" demanded Tara. Keto sneered.
"Don't you worry, one of us will be back before long. You never know - maybe
this time you might even realise which one's the one you actually cared
about..."
The floor suddenly tilted, sending all three hurtling into one of the AR
machines and causing Keto's fingers to become even more crushed than they
already were.
"What was THAT!?"
There was a crackle of static, and then a loud booming played over the
speakers. It took a couple of seconds for it to be resolved into words...
"Ho-ho-holocaust!"
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OOC: Tag! :)