Think Pink

OOC - Glad to see I'm no the only one who pronounces it 'Kay - toe'
rather than 'Kee - toe.' Sorry Chris. =p
> Who: Amber, Tara, John Keats, Shakespeare, Keto, Stuart Rialb
> Where: The medibay
> When: After holly's announcement
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> But no sooner had she finished speaking there was a large creaking
> noise as the mass of guns tumbled on top of Stuart.
>
> "Ouch...er, Medic!"
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There was a brief moment of silence in the Medi-bay, something so rare
an unheard that even the Tree took notice of it. The silence was
broken by Keto hitting the floor as his pain medication filled brain
remembered that it was not able to move... at all, let alone complete
complex procedures such as walking and pointing.
"Ow" Came the muffled yelp from Keto. Amber sighed and looked over at
her mother, who was laughing at the doctor lying face down on the
floor.
"How do you stay sane in this place?" She murmured to herself and to
Tara. Shakespeare by this time has employed the help of the Tree and
was moving the destroyed cupboard from the shockingly uninjured
Stuart, and was helping him to his feet.
"Xavier... You really need.... To learn to take it easy... Surf...
Don't Swim" Tara laughed, and smiled at Keto, her chest hurting from
the movement.
"Shtop larfing at me you blashted nursh and hide thugguns." Keto said,
attempting to shake his fist from the floor, but making more of a
movement like a dying fish. Amber sat deep in thought, looking at two
of the skutters who had appeared and taken over cleaning up John for
Shakespeare.
"Can someone please look at my glasses?" Stuart moaned at no one in
particular and bumped into the medi-bed he was being guided to sit
down on. It was at this point that had he been able to, Keto would
have snapped a comment like 'We are not engineering. We are a medical
facility. We don't look at glasses. Get out of my Medi-bay' and Tara
would have said 'We are a little understaffed at the moment. So would
you sit down and shut up or get the hell out of my Medi-bay.' There
was a moment as they both realised this and shared a glance, but
before either could speak the tree rustled.
*Rustle, rustle rustle rustlerustle!" It said angrily, then said
"Rustle rustle rustle" Stuart and looked puzzled, unable to interpret
the Tree.
"Why mine rose coloured friend I doest think thou has a point."
Shakespeare said, speaking up for the first time in a few minutes of
chaos. "I doest believe that this is not a good time to be tossing
around insults of the crude nature. My fair maiden Amber, would'st
thou be kindest to find a hiding place for..."
"I'm working on it Shaky, you just shut glasses boy and Dr Dunce on
the floor there up." Amber said, pre-empting the rest of the surgeons
sentence. The tree poofed up it's branches at that point and looked
smug. Amber grinned at it. "I just had a brilliant idea. Don't move
Tree." She said, jumping up and moving to the guns in almost one
movement. Grabbing an arm full she shoved them up into the branches of
the Tree and repeated the process until all the guns were hidden
amongst the foliage.
"Just be careful. Don't make any sudden movements and we'll be fine."
Amber grinned.
<Tag Chris, Stuart, Tony or Fleet>