Weapons Inspection? In The Medibay? Aargh!

Who: Amber, Tara, John Keats, Shakespeare, Keto, Anybody Else In The
Medibay That I've Missed
Where: See line one.
When: See line -1.
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<<SNIP>>
>
> Captain Calvert walked down to the flight deck and stood on a rail
> overlooking the French ships landing. He hated the French and wanted
> to pick a fight with every single one of them, but he also wanted to
> get rid of them as soon as possible. So he hoped to hell nobody on the
> Blue Dwarf would mess it up and make them stick around longer.
>
<<END SNIP>>
"Attention everybody," came the voice of Holly over the medibay
speakers. Everyone in the medibay turned to look towards the screen
as Holly's head appeared, except for those who were unconscious and
the one who still had no control over his neck muscles, "There is now
going to be a ship-wide inspection by French personnel. They're
allowed to look wherever they want, and we've got the help them. The
captain says do it."
With that, Holly vanished, and so did the last of Keto's calm.
"Quig! Godda geddit all hidden!" he managed to burble, swinging his
legs over the side of the bunk and then collapsing in a rather
spectacular fashion, directly onto the scattered needles that nobody
had had time to clean up yet. "OW!"
"Forsooth, Charles, whatever beest the matter?" asked Shakespeare
concernedly, as he and Amber picked the prone form of Keto up off the
floor and removed a couple of needles from him.
"Thugguns! Thugguns, you inschufferabibble cretin!"
"Thugguns? Ist that some kind of monstrous beast or ogre?"
"I think he's trying to say 'the guns'," corrected Amber, rolling her
eyes. Keto nodded, nearly dislocating his neck in the process.
"Yeth, thugguns! If Frencth find them, we're all in schmeg!"
Keats, who had been lying on the medical bunk and looking somewhat
dazed, murmured, "Guns?"
"Behind the cabinani...cababbine...behind the cupboard," Keto said,
waving one loose arm in the direction of his hidden armoury that he
and Trisees had raided earlier, "Quig! Hide all thugguns!"
"They're hidden well enough already!" snapped Amber, "Besides, why
should we help? They're YOUR guns."
"An thish is MY medibay," Keto snapped back, just as irritably but
slightly less coherently, "Which hash your MOTHER in itsh. An where
she WORKSH. French find gunsh, French take away doctorsh. That
includesh her. An ash for being well-hidden..."
Keto scooped up a vial of blue ointment from a nearby shelf and, with
rather surprising aim given his current state, threw it directly at
the cabinet. There was a loud hissing, and the cabinet partially
melted away from the wall, revealing a fairly large array of rifles,
pistols and a couple of bazookoids.
"Nothingsh shecure in a room with OINTMENTSH," said Keto, with a
rather forced smile.
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OOC: Tag anybody in the medibay or anybody else who wants to wander in
and help. We've now got ANOTHER (small) cache of weapons to hide. ;)
Either that, or the medibay staff are in trouble. Eep.