Mayerific and Planathon

RPG:
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Who: All those present in the medibay raise your hands.
Where: Medibay.
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Mayer thought, long and hard about the situation. Here was someone
he knew nothing about chastising him for being out of his depth. It
reminded him of his IT lessons at school.
"Well, I know that I may not have any viable talents as of yet to
be disclosed. I've just got here, and been hit in the face with a
chocolate covered spoon. You've got to give me some time to get my
head around this," said Mayer. "Besides, if the worst comes to the
worst and you really can't find anything for me to do then you can
use me as a bookcase." He grinned.
Coffey smiled, "Fine, you get your 'stay of execution.'"
Mayer sat down at Shakespeare's desk whilst Coffey busied hersefl
over in the oitnments case.
'Well Sean," Mayer thought to himself, "You've been in starnger
situations, though not by much."
He sighed and looked about the medibay. How difficult could it be
to learn a medical art? that wildflower gal looked like she could do
it. And she seemed pretty odd. Well, now that he really thought
about it, a lot of the people he'd met seemed odd. Not that it was a
bad thing, far from it, it was just like home, whenever that was, it
just that he hadn't expected such an important area of a ship to be
filled with lunatics. They just didn't do that sort of thing in
those TV scifi shows.
Mayer's mind wandered and he pictured the medibay crew starring in
their own sitcom. A burst of laughter was quickly silenced by
confused looks from Coffey and Wildflower.
"What can I do? what are my skills?" he asked himself.
"Ok, Web Design doesn't seem to be an issue here, they mix that up
with something my sisters liked to buy, so I'm guessing that the
internet doesn't exist. But it's a small part of a much larger
thing, which is general computer usage. ah ha, now we're getting
somewhere. I know how to use a computer fairly competently, moreso
than most people. That could come in handy. what else?
"Well, there's always my authoring, that could somehow come in
handy. Maybe information sheets for bulletin boards, or weekly
memo's or something.
"Morale officer maybe? I could get the crew laughing and joking.
Well, a few might not need help with that.
"General labour. I'm a good tinkerer and fixer of electronic
goods. I could always join the science department, or even the
security department. I can be pretty mean, and tough and
intimidating. I was a 5th grade school teacher."
Mayer ceased talking when he realised that Coffey was staring at
him again.
"Just trying to work out how I can be of help," he said.
Coffey laughed.
"You keep talking to yourself and you'll need help," she said.
Mayer shurgged happily and switched on Shakespeare's computer.
"Lets catch up on some history," he said.
A few minutes later, and Alota and Jay Chrysler entered the
medibay. Mayer didn't really listen to what ensued, but it certainly
seemed like a fight between the young daughter of the girl who had
thrown the spoon at him, and the girl who had wlaked in with the
guy. He made a mental note to find out all these people's names.
The guy sat next to him and sighed.
"Girl trouble?" Mayer asked, helpfully.
"You dont know the half of it" Chrysler replied, dropping his head
against the desk and sobbing silently.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh It's gonna be a long day..."
Mayer raised a hand.
"I don't think we've met," he said.
"You must be the new personality," said Chrysler, shaking Mayer's
hand. "My name is Jay Chrysler, and you are?"
"Mayer, Sean Mayer. From the year 2001."
"Really? Not as distant as our other resident Schizo?"
"You mean that guy in there?" asked Mayer, pointing at Shakespeare
who was chewing a bone inside the room.
"Yep. He was William Shakespeare, surgeon."
"Shakespeare? A surgeon? You have to tell me the story here,
because I'm in the dark," said Mayer.
"This could take a while," said Chrysler.
"I'm not going anywhere, and from the looks of the bitch fight,
neither are you," laughed Mayer.
"Okay, here goes."
<Mayer is now told the basic story starting from Shakespeare's
change to present day. Most things included, would take too long to
relay it. ;)>
"So," mused Mayer. "The true goal here is to reverse all this. et
it back to just Shakespeare, rather than Sahkespeare, Trisees, Dog
and Me?"
"That's about the basic thought," confirmed Chrysler. "It's the
how part which has everyone stumped."
"Really," said Mayer, and idea forming in his mind.
"Yep, we've all tried. Jenn came the closest. With the watch
thing."
"Thank you, Jay. You may have saved me," winked Mayer.
"Saved you?" asked Chrysler, confused, but Mayer had already stood
up and walked over to Coffey.
"Hazel, would you do me a favour and help me find all of Trisees
files on his search for the cure to his condition."
Coffey laughed.
"Mayer's come up with a purpose?" she asked, mockingly.
Mayer grinned.
"Maybe. Judging from the watch here, I have 87 hours to try
something. And I've got nothing to lose."
"Just give me a minute. You go and sit down, and I'll be over with
your files. "
"Thank you, maiden," said Mayer winking.
He stole over to the office of Keto and knocked on the door. Keto
opened it and looked impassively at Mayer.
"Can I come in?" asked Mayer.
Keto looked over at the female argument.
"Fine," he said Gruffly. "I am actually busy you know. We doctors
don't get to sit around doing bog all, like my damned medicrew seems
to. I'd be better of using them for firewood." He hurried back to
his desk, resuming the position of a man scribbling words onto paper
furiously.
"I'm not Trisees," said Mayer.
"I thought as much. No one has ever willingly come into my office
before," admitted Keto. "Just who are you?"
"Mayer, Sean Mayer. From the year 2001."
"This must be quite a space odyssey for you, Mr Mayer," said Keto
dryly.
Mayer stifled a laugh.
"You know, doctor Keto, if you got rid of that anger and built up
frustration and you'd be the exact double of my best friend."
Keto ignored the remark. "What is it exactly you want?" he asked.
"I would like you to allow me use of your computer. I've been told
that it's the fastest one in this department. And I have some things
I'd like to do. You know, make myself useful whilst I'm in your
medibay. Please may I?"
Keto was genuinely surprised at this. Not only had this Mayer
character used the word please, but he actually wanted to be useful.
This was indeed a precious day.
"Yes, Mr Mayer. By all means, but if it comes back with so much as
a scratch..."
"You'll have my head as a trophy?"
Keto frowned.
"how did you know I would say that?"
Mayer laughed.
"My friend would have said it," he revealed, picking up the
computer and exiting the office.
"Know it all punk," said Keto to himself.
Mayer re-entered the main medibay and looked for Hazel Coffey. She
walked over to him holding a bunch of papers.
"I got the files for you, but I don't understand how they'll help
you."
"All will be revealed. Soon enough. Meanwhile, do you have nay
odd jobs you'd like me to do? I'm a pretty good handy man, I can fix
electronical stuff, build houses, paint walls, that sort of thing.
Know of any openings?" Mayer asked.
<Hazel, any thoughts? after such a great post, why not do another
one? :)>
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