jay byrd... insane?
[first of a big OOC apology for speaking OOC and a desparate plea for
help. in my infinite forgetfulness i seemed to a have forgotten either
my username or password, and i could use a little advice. anyway back
to the story!]
who: jay byrd
where: medi-bay
when: a good hour after last post
jay sat on the cold examination bed. his hopes had been raised when a
rather hot nurse came in and told him to remove his clothes, but after
a good deal of poking and proding he still felt a little unsatisfied.
then she left, no phone number either.
the doctor seemed to taking his sweet time, and soon jay was extremely
bored. he begin to explore the room they had put him in. he did a
quick once over looking for any sort of medication that he could swip
and sell for some pocket change... no such luck...
but he did find the next best thin, a thin felt tip marker.
it was another 20 minutes before dr. keto to finish whatever it was he
was doing and enter the room. by this time jay had begun to work on
the second half of the mona lisa on the wall of the medi-bay room. it
was quite good actually, but jay had excelled in art for some time.
dr. keto, much like the art community, was not amused. "what are you
doing?" he would ask in a cold collected tone.
"currently? i'm trying to figure out if i can use relitive string
theory to simplify the smile, while pondering the effects of said
smile on social behavior," jay said not breaking focus for a moment.
perhaps now would be a god time to say a little about jay byrd... jay
is a genius, and a madman... he has a bit of an issue when it comes to
mind altering drugs, and that has really knocked him of the normal
social behavior. the best way for him to get out is thoughts is by
writting them or drawing them. a bit of a modern da vinci. but enough
of this and back to the story.
dr. keto stood for a moment trying to figure out this odd amn who was
drawing on the wall. he considered what the man had said in responce.
it all seemed quite simple. the man was insane, and if he was insane
that ment that he didn't have to deal with him anymore, he was in good
enough health to get around the hippocratic oath.
"you seem in good enough health," he said simply and walked outside to
inform the guards that he was insane and needed to see the on ship
psychiatrist.
and thus would begin the passing off of jay.
nikki baines didn't have to spend much time with him to determine that
he was not really insane, but rather a complete space case, with no
social skills at all. she was able to diagnose him in record time as
that he had started an analysis of the human psyche in pictograph from.
though his thoughts are of little importance i will explain anyway. he
hypothosized that since pictures predate written word perhaps using
pictographs he could delve deeper into the premitive psyche. he tried
to explain this to ms. baines, but failed.
nikki baines deemed him no longer a threat and the guards left him on
the parrotts bar, where his "destiny" would await. well to say that
the guards left him there would be not quite true. he followed them
there and got distracted by the scent of booze.
"i need an irish car bomb'," jay said to the barman sitting down at
the bar.
"this is a bar, not weapons dealer..." the barman said wearily.
"it's a drink you..." jay said unable to think of an insult good enough.
"well i never heard of it," the barman said.
"ok your fired..." jay said waving off the barman and jumping over the
bar he would begin mixing his drink. the barman simply stared at him.
to make a long boring conversation short and sweet jay forced the
barman out and took over is job. and using his genius he fixed the
refridgeration un it, you know what that means... COLD BEER!!!
[behold the new bar man! thirsty? longing for the epic of drinks? come
to the parrots bar and behold jay byrd, the insane barman!]