<Insert amusing title here>

Who: Tara and other people
Where: Various places
When: Who cares anyway?
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Tara lay in the bed, various monitors bleeping. Keto was filling out
the chart at the end of the bed. For a change, he was working.
"Why do you have to clutter up my medi-bay Cleavage?" The monitors
bleeped in responce.
---- Meanwhile In Tara's sub-conscious ----
It was a fine Summers day, and Tara was sat in the Quad of the
medical school, looking at the charred remains of the research labs.
OOC Damnit my times up i'll finish this off later...