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Harper sat on the med bed with his legs swinging as they didn't reach the ground. Trance had already run her tests on him and told him firmly to stay there. She was having a little more trouble with the Nietzschean as he was insisting on trying to fly. Harper sang a little tune that sounded vaguely like this:
Bulkhead sits in the old gum tree,
Eating all gum boys he can see,
Stop, Bulkhead, stop!
Leave them alone!
Trance finished with Tyr and left med deck locking the doors behind her. Tyr was about to go into a detailed plan of attack and Harper was going to listen but then something else caught his attention.
"Haaarpeerrr!"
He sat up straight like a dog and looked around.
"Haaarpeerrr! Doo yoou waaant tooo deeefeat thee bulkhead?"
Harper jumped off the bed and looked around frantically.
"Tyr, the voices are back!"
"WHERE?" Tyr bellowed.
"Tyr! Harper! Listen to me!"
The two stopped yelling and strained their ears to hear the voice.
"That's better now do you want to defeat the bulkhead or not?"
"Yes, yes!" They said in unison.
"Good, see this feather?"
A green feather dropped from an air vent in the ceiling, and Harper scooped it up immediately.
"If you tickle anything that gets in your way with that feather, they'll drop down dead. And this spoon will take you to the past."
A blue metal spoon with childish sparkles clattered down from the air vent.
"But you have to use them together or they won't work."
Harper and Tyr nodded enthusiastically.
"How does it work?" Tyr asked.
"Both of you must hold on to the spoon, and close your eyes then spin around in circles," said the voice.
Tyr and Harper obeyed; holding the spoon they spun around fast and suddenly fell over. Harper opened his eyes and gasped.
"It worked!" he exclaimed.
Tyr opened his eyes and seemed shocked as they snuck out of med deck.
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Beka sniggered in the air vent above med deck. That was too easy, she thought to herself reflecting on what she had done to the boys. Of course unlocking the door remotely was more Harper's forte but she managed anyways. The feather she had found and plucked was from one of Dylan's stranger metals, but the spoon, that was of her own creation.
"That should teach him too call me funny-looking," she whispered to herself.
But why stop at one prank? Beka thought, I'm sure I can come up with more.
"Beka?" Holo-Rommie appeared.
Beka jumped so high she hit her head on the air vent ceiling.
"What do you want?" Beka asked rubbing her head.
"What are you doing up here?" asked Rommie.
"Um… making sure that the air systems… are um, not contaminated?" Beka replied.
"I could have done that," Rommie said.
"Well, I wanted to make sure… there wasn't any… fur balls, or hair balls… or cats in general up here," Beka stammered as she started to crawl away from Rommie.
"I've concluded that there is nothing up here," Beka stated and scrambled away.
No cats eh? Rommie thought.
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Sabith: hey hoe to the bottle I go…
CateRBlack: To drown my heart and drown my woe!
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CateRBlack: This one is just as crazy as the one you are reading but it's under my account this time.
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