Situation Explained

Who: Dr Keto
Where: Wandering around the ship
When: Sometime after the dance
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Keto stumbled around the corner, limping heavily and with one eye
squeezed shut.
The reason he was stumbling was the possibly fractured ankle he had
been given by one extremely angry crewmember. He didn't know
precisely what he had done to annoy the 6'5" tall creature that might
have been a silverback gorilla had it not been wearing what he
presumed was meant to be a dinner suit. The ship seemed to abound
with large, angry people lately. People angry with him, no less.
Keto wouldn't have minded this, had he actually had any idea why
they were all so angry. Certainly, it would have been quite
satisfying to have irritated people this much, if he had done it
deliberately.
Otherwise, it was just inconvenient, as the numerous bruises and
other injuries would testify (as well as being able to testify to the
fact that it is entirely possible to hang someone from a strip light
by their hair). Keto just hoped he would be able to find his way to
the medibay and relative safety before he ran into any more bad
experiences.
<< SNIP >>
Canazza was just about to go ahead with his plan of telling the first
senior officer he saw about the device, when he realised that the
first one was Dr. Keto.
He went up and smacked him one, before wandering off to find the
device again.
<< END SNIP >>
"Right!" bellowed Keto to nobody in particular. Unfortunately his
now-broken jaw made it sound more like...well, nothing pronouncable
by an intact jaw. "That's it! Now I'm irritated!"
He started marching (as well as he could), arriving at the medibay
in a short time and a bad, bad, catastrophic mood.
"YOU!" he hissed. There was a faint noise from one of the
cupboards. "I know you're in there! I can see a leaf poking through
the doors! Get out here! Now!"
There was another faint rustle, and the Tree stepped out, quivering
slightly. As Keto opened his mouth to yell at it (painfully), it
rustled a terrified question.
Keto hesitated, which in itself was a miracle.
"What?" he asked.
*Rustle rustle-rustle? (crackle)*
"What do you mean, am I going to send in the clowns?" glared
Keto, "What are you talking about?"
*Rustle-rustle-creak-rustle!*
"MY spaceship?" frowned the doctor, momentarily forgetting his
highly battered state, "I don't have a personal spaceship. Nor a jar
of death, whatever you mean by that. Are you ill? Somebody slip too
much nitrogen into your soil?"
*RUSTLE!*
"You went back in time with the rest of the ship and crew, there
were some changes made, you came forward in time into a parallel
reality where Cerebrum and I were evil emperors that commanded a
fleet of ships crewed by clowns and mimes that tried to destroy this
ship, everyone on it, and the counterparts of this ship and its crew
by use of a giant vessel called the Death Jar in an endeavour to take
over this reality and any others we might discover, but we were
foiled by you going back in time and ensuring that the change in the
past never took place despite the efforts of the Emperor versions of
myself and Cerebrum to prevent it?" gasped Keto.
*Rustle.*
"That explains a lot," mused the doctor. "Oh, and by the way...I
need a little treatment," he said as he collapsed.
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OOC: So it doesn't do much. You can't beat me up any more than the
rest of the crew has. ;) Yes, Keto is now being treated by the Tree
in the medibay. Tag anyone who cares to wander in or what have you.