Is there a doctor in the house?
[clip]
He sits at a table near the other crew members. Odd that; normally he
would have joined them. This is an indication something other than the
taste of nickle must be on his mind.
He hasn't even ordered a drink. Something surely is up.
[end clip]
Who: Joseph Severn, Dr. Wowbagger
Severn strolled casually around the engine rooms, carefully turning
around the 'No smoking - We really mean it!!!' signs with a freshly
lit cigar in his mouth. Something was troubling him. His suit, a 10
year old boiler suit converted to be used in repair garages,
converted again into a boiler suit adapted for zero-G, then into a
trendy dinner suit, and fianlly back into a boiler suit again was
coverd in the tell tale grease, sweat, blood and nuclear waste that
showed a true elite of the trade, that is, one who isnt dead yet.
He pulled out a PDA, and punched up a list of science and medical
staff.
"Hmm.. Keto.. no, i still owe him ten dollar pounds.. probably best
not to remind him.. uhh.. the Tree.. no.. generic science guy...
nah.. never really liked him"
The PDA blinked on the next name.
"Dr Amida Wowbagger... Ukrainian, Chief of Science, fruit cake,
failed his last 17 psychiatric tests... hmmmm.. Holly, please locate
Dr. A. Wowbagger please"
"The Doctor is located in Parrotts bar, currently entertaining
himself with the free coffee stirrers"
"Excellent, good work, could you halt turbo lifts 4, 17 and 49 at
stepped floors"
"Authorisattion?"
Severn smiled sweetly at the PDA
"Please?"
"Turbo lifts re-directing"
Severn smiled and strolled casually, idly throwing the cigar stub
into a patch of oily clothes to greasy and apathetic to ignite.
Doctor Wowbagger was getting some odd looks. He was trying to
reconstruct a picture of Dante's Infernoout of coffee stirrers,
chewing gum and red sherbert when Joe strolled in, tutted at Keats
who was looking paler than a hypocondriact in biological weapons lab.
"Kids these days... ahh! my good friend, Amido, how are you, you old
goat?"
"Do i know you sir?"
"Not yet, but you look like you could do with a stiff drink, and im
buying!"
He smiled and walked up to the bar, looked around to make sure no-one
was watching , withdrew his wallet from the secret pocket in his work
clothes, typed in the 12 didgit numeric code, did a retinal scan and
voice print identification before reluctantly withdrawign a very
dirty note. He returned to the table, two of the bars finest (and
more importantly cheapest) dreg pints in hand.
"A toast to our new friendship! By the way, where do you work again?"
Wowbagger was eyeing up his drink. He was surer it twitched.
"Hmm? Ohh, yeah, Science, Chief officer..."
"Really? How coincidental! Well then, theres something i needed to
ask you"
He leaned forward and whisperd into his ear.
"Well thats a little precise isnt it? Infact thats exactly what you
need to mak ehte avergae adu-"
"Shhhhh, shh, shhhh!"
"So, 35 litres of water, 25 kilos of carbon, 4 litres of ammonia, a
ilo-and-a-half of lime-stone, 800 grams of phospherous, 250 grams of
salt, 100 grams of salt-petre, 80 grams of sulphur, 7.5 grams of
fluorine, 5 grams of iron, 3 grams of silicon and, uhhh.. a ton and a
half of Uranium shielded hyper-dense Steel alloy.. may i ask why"
"Ohh, just tinkering..."
"Sir, i shall have to refuse, thankyou for the drink though!"
"Ah well, heres my card if you need me, stay in touch" Severn winked
a pulled a gun motif ofrom his fingers and walke dout, whistling.
"Hmm..i wonder why he wants that, i mean, whats he going ot do?
Create a full grown adult male?"
<tag>
Hey! good to meet you and welcome to Blue Dwarf! add me to your
contacts, or whatever, my email is olafthegreat@... , il try
and find yours and add you! look forward to showing you the ropes,
and if you have AIM, Yahoo messenger or MSN, maybe a joint post
sometime?
anyways, feel free to play around with Joseph severn, hes my NPC