Reaching the Base and She Should Have Bought A Seiko!

Rpg:
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Who: All involved.
Where: Back of a Dino.
when: As good a time as any.
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Keto pulled himself upwards into a more secure seating position,
mumbling something about excess baggage, before looking around the
group. Everyone seemed either terrified, insane or madly cheerful.
He glanced at Shakespeare who was grimacing against ther slipstream
as Chrysler made the bird soar high in the clouds. Shakespeare
looked over at Keto.
"Thys doth be an most mortifying'st flighteth, Charles!" he said.
"Just close your eyes and let go, you'll feel a lot better after
1,000 feet or so," muttered Keto.
The Pteranadon swerved left and right in the air, darting up and
down as Chrysler kept his eyes locked firmly on the ground.
"To your left you'll see the river we are about to cross!" he
called out to the passengers. Almost instinctively, as if they were
on a sightseeing tour, the away team craned their necks to the left
to see the river below them.
"How much longer after that till we reach the so called base?"
asked Wildflower.
Cerebrum shrugged.
"I don't know, some minutes?" he said, looking behind him and
trying to make out a small tricorder shaped hole on the faraway
ground.
"How long is some?" asked Tara, raising an eyebrow.
"A little bit more than several and a few less than many,"
explained Cerebrum.
"And there was me worried you'd be vague," said Keto.
"Tryeth soon'st!" shouted Shakespeare ecstactically and pointing
forwards.
The crew all looked, following the point of Shakespeare's hand,
and all gasped.
"That's...that's big," said Coffey.
In the near distance loomed a large scale metallic structure. It
looked like a set of nine REALLY tall towerblocks seated in an
arrangement of thousands of smaller blocks. They were a jet black
colour and various lights dotted along the edges of the blocks could
only be assumed to be windows.
"That place must hold thousands upon millions upon kajillions upon
flumpillions of dollarpounds worth of stuff! exclaimed Wildfower.
*rustle?* asked the Tree.
"It's a wegillion multiplied by a serillion," explained Wildflower.
"I thought that was a vopillion," said Tara.
"No, you're thinking of a wegillion multiplied by a hexamillion,"
said Wildflower.
"Can we please STOP with the fake numbers!" moaned Keto.
There was silence (apart from the roar of the wind rushing past
them), and Keto allowed a small smile.
The next few minutes passed rather uneventfully, as indeed they
would have, untill Chrysler announced:
"Okay everybody, prepare yourself, we're coming in to land!"
"Get ready for another sterling crash," muttered Keto, bracing
himself.
"Can'st thou land thy dinosaurus?" asked Shakespeare to Chrysler.
"We'll find out," replied Chrysler, hoping.
He pulled up on the Pteranadon and glided down towards a small
open patch of trees on the outside of the really huge Base. the
pteranadon sailed down gracefully, inching it's way closer and
closer to the ground.
'I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it!' thought Chrysler.
He grinned as he successfully piloted the Pteranadon to the ground.
They were feet away when Fate and her wicked sense of humour
kicked in, and the Pteranadon got scared of coming so close to the
ground. It bucked and tried to fly upwards. Chrysler yepled, but
grabbed tighter to the Dinsoaur and brought it back under control.
There was another yell from the back of the dinosaur and everyone
turned behind them to see the body of william Shakespeare flying in
the air himself, briefly, before hitting the ground with a violent
thud.
The away team could only watch Shakespeare in horror as Chrysler
desparately tried to land the Dinosaur. Shakespeare bounced up a
few feet inj the air, before coming down once more into a tree
trunk, his left arm at the front of the collision. There was
another sickening thud, and William dropped backwards, his eyes
closed, his face bloody and his left arm limp.
The Pteranadon touched down and came to a stop, Coffey, wildflower
and the Tree jumping from it's back and rushing over to the
unconscious doctor.
As Coffey and Wildlfower stood over him, Shakespeare's eyes opened.
"Thou hast seen'st bettereth landings," he joked, groaning as he
moved.
"You silly man," scolded Wildlfower.
"Let's get you fixed up," said Coffey, picking up Shakespeare and
helping him walk over to Tara.
"Well played, Shakespeare. Very well played," clapped Keto.
"Why thankest thou, Charles," smiled Shakespeare.
Shakespeare sat down as Tara handed the twins over Coffey and
Vanessa and got out her medikit. She began patching up
shakespeare's face.
"Wait a minute, if you forgive the pun," she said, looking down at
Shakespeare's personality watch. "But I'm pretty sure that that
isn't correct."
wildlfower, Keto and Coffey leaned over to see Tara pointing at
the cracked display screen of the watch. the number's currently
read 00:08, and were ticking down slowly.
"I shouldth hast but 13 moreth hours," stated Shakespeare sadly.
"You must have damaged it in you attempted landing," said
Wildflower. "We can probably fix it up at the base."
Shakespeare turned to Coffey.
"I lovest you'eth," he said, gently kissing her lips.
3...2...1
Shakespeare gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.
There was a buzz and a small fzzzt.
Everyone waited.
"So is this what usually happens?" asked Vanessa.
Shakespeare opened his eyes again.
"I'm stillest hereth?" he queried.
"Maybe you REALLy damaged it," suggested Wildflower.
There was another fzzt as the watch sparked and the numbers
flashed wildly.
"Poop," said Shakespeare quietly as the watch crackled and made a
steadily increasing in volume humming noise.
As the away team backed away from Shakespeare, Wildflower said:
"Okay, now I'm pretty sure it shouldn't be doing this."
A small white charge left the watch and into Shakspeare's arm. He
screamed loudly, clutching his head as the watch began to saprk
louder and let off more electricty into it's wearer. He shook
violently, his back arching as the watch went haywire.
The away team stood dumbfounded, unsure what to do, wondering if
there was anything they could do.
The watch sparked one last time and went dead, the numbers: 85:22
lit up. Shakespeare's body still.
"They just don't make them like they used to," said Keto,
unsympathetically.
Coffey walked over again to Shakespeare, who lifted his arm and
clutchd at his head. shakespeare's eyes blinked a few times and he
groggily sat up, swaying gently.
"Are you okay?" she asked, resting a hand on Shakespeare's
shoulder.
"I'm fine Miss Coffey. Thank you for asking," replied Shakespeare.
"Ahh, Trisees," said Keto, warmly.
"Ugh, Trisees," said Chrysler and Tara, disgustedly.
"If you please, I'd prefer Lawrence, or even Larry," he smiled,
standing up and looking down at the broken wristwatch.
"Miss wildflower, I do believe that there is something wrong with
the watch, and when you next have a spare moment to yourself, would
you please do me the honour of fixing it. I wouldn't want to be
around any more time than is alloted to me. It wouldn't be fair."
There was silence as the away team stared at Trisees.
Trisees gulped.
"Umm, yes? What is it?" he asked timidly.
"Does anyone else see anything wrong with this picture?" asked
Keto.
"Aside from that fact that it contains you?" asked Chrysler.
"Ha...ha, Chrysler, I was tlaking about Lawrence here. Forgive if
I'm wrong but isn't he usually more brash, rude and abrasive.
Wasn't he the man who punched Wildflower in the jaw? And when does
he ever call people by their surnames? And when has he ever said
PLEASE?"
It was the last part of Keto's outburst that Coffey, Wildlfower,
Tara and Vanessa latched onto. Keto was correct, Trisees never said
please. Why would he? He was never...well...nice. Yet in front of
them now stood a man that nobody, least of all Coffey, would ever
think twice about wishing to send to hell.
"Lawrence, are you feeling okay?" asked Coffey.
"Yes, Miss Coffey, in fact, I've not felt this good in years. I
feel alive, and different somehow," said Trisees, smiling.
"I think I'd better watch over you to make sure," said Coffey,
struggling to cope with this new *pleasant* Trisees.
"If you think it's the best thing to do, then by all means," said
Trisees.
"Now, shouldn't we all be invesitagting that big research base?"
asked Trisees. "I don't know about all of you, but I'm ready for a
good old recon mission," he laughed and strode towards the hulking
sight of the research base.
"Definitely something wrong," said Coffey to herself as one by one
the rest of the Away team trundled after Trisees. She sighed and
joined the crowd.
<You're it!>
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