What an atrocious post, I apologise.

Jay picked Alota up in his arms headed out of their quarters towards the medi-bay, leaving Dean stood in the centre of the living room wondering where everyone had gone..and debating whether he should tell Jay he'd just accidentally snapped the tip off his pool cue.
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Dean fervently attached the tip back onto the pool cue, whislt muttering the famous piloting mantra. "You only need 2 things in life, WD-40 and duct tape. If it should move and doesn't, use the WD-40, if it shouldn't move and is, use the duct tape."
Dean replaced the pool cue. "Only....very noticable." he said, before leaving the quarters, scratching at his head. He'd started to get stabbing pains there recently, and they'd ben getting worse and worse lately. He decided to go to the medibay to be checked out.
 
Then he remembered Keto.
 
He decided that stabbing pains in the head weren't worth being turned into a giraffe for. So, instead, he wandered aimlessly, before heading into the docking bay and deciding to clean up the Raven after her first journey.
 
A while later, when Dean had reattached the front of the hull, where the Death-Jarrette had been lodged, and painted it all up just so, he decided to go and find Jasmine. But he couldn't be arsed walking to the gym on board ship. Hell, he didn't even know where it was. Still, he reflected, it would be mentioned on the mass transit system, so he plodded off for the nearest station. 20 minutes later, he arrived on a platform, only to be accosted by a rather dishevelled looking Canazza blabbering on about phasing systems.
"You said what?" Dean asked as they stepped about the train.
 
Dean "Wow, this is the worst post in existence" Thomas