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Who?: Once again, Keith and Kyla.
Where?: the ship, duuuuuhhh!
when?: when shower monsters plagued the world.
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There was a monster in the shower. It snarled at her when she tried
to turn the water on. Kyla decided to wash in the sink instead.
After rinsing the worst of the icky stuff off herself, she fashioned
a toga out of a blanket and some safety pins to replace her dirty
clothes. Then, in obedience to the demon in her head, which was now
practicing drum rolls, she fell over.
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Keith stirred, then realised what was going on, he got up and (still
smelling repugnant from Kyla's puke) got to his 'Emergency cabinet'.
He'd drunk the whiskey yesterday, so the next best thing was Gin.
It dissapeared down his throat.
He then wandered over to the heap that was his new best freind and
tapped her on the shoulder, a glass of Brandy in hand.
"Fuzzuff!" Mumbled the pile.
"Look, there's only one cure for a bangin' hangover in the morning,
and that's, like, more alcohol. Drink this, it'll clear your head up
a bit."
He left her the bottle, then went and had a shower (which was now
free from Keith-monsters).
He was halfway through rinsing his right arm when he felt something
imbedded in it. A chip of white stone. He picked at it for a while.
It was a chunk of Quartz, no doubt about that. He pulled it out and
the wound _stung_ like fury, but he carried on investigating anyway.
There were little veins and chips of quartz under his kin. A quick
glance in the shower mirror revealed the truth, he had a subcutaneous
layer of quartzoid in his body! His face was nearly white from it! He
carried on washing, then dried in the cubicle and stepped out wearing
a towel.
He rummaged through his warderobe untill he found a full set of
clothes, then changed in the cubicle again.
Emerging he glanced at Kyla.
"you, like, ok there?"
"Yeah, the Brandy helps..."
"Great..."
Keith went out into the corridor and kicked a wall. It didn't hurt.
He punched the wall, still no pain. He punched the wall again, and
realised that the Quartzoid underneath his skin was hardening and
acting as impact armour...
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Gavin "impact armour" Branson