Niples+Efof - "Special Dish"

Who: Seymour Niples
Where: Les Royale Niples
When: After the monster had been killed
The savage Hyperdodan megabeast of Qualm had been killed and after a
short rest Seymour had been fixed up in the medibay, the holes in his
chest had been stitched and Dr Keto had given him an anti-toxin to
restore all feeling in his body. Unfortunately these two events had
been performed the other way around, and Keto had realised that the
anti-toxin nullified all anaesthetics and pain-killers, so Seymour had
had a pretty uncomfortable operation.
Seymour now stood in his restaurant: 'Les Royale Niples' and was
burning all his suits in a large soup pot. The head Chef came up to
him and jabbered in an outragious french accent.
"Please Monsier Niples I need this space in my kitchen to prepare
food, and why are you using my best cooking pot?"
"Less of your lip Claude, remember who pays for your wages!" Said
Seymour. The french chef waltzed off muttering something in French.
It was true that Seymour had some money stashed away and at the
moment, the staff of his restaurant were the only people on the Blue
Dwarf to still be getting paid. But it wasn't going to last long,
especially as Jenny Bond kept demanding more and more from Seymour. He
didnt see it as blackmail... more of appeasement. He gave her what she
wanted, the less people she would tell about their unbord child.
Seymour finished burning his alien-goo-encrusted shirts and started to
ring "Mail-order-suits Direct" to get some new ones. All he got after
he dialled was a recorded message.
"We're sorry. But the number you have dialled has blown up." Said the
operator.
"Oh fiddlesticks!" Said Seymour. "I forgot it was on the Earth, where
am I going to get my explicably tailored suits now?"
At that moment Efof stumbled in, still partially blinded from the
savage Hyperdodan megabeast of Qualm. Seymour hung up the phone.
"Efof you layabout, are you still blinded?"
He fell over some pots. "Yeah, I can't seem to find my way to the
medi-bay, nobody will help me." He whimpered and walked into the wall.
"But the effect is fading slightly, I can just about make out shapes..."
"Good good, in that case put an apron on. We've got pots that need
washing and mouths that need feeding."
Efof opened his mouth to protest, but Seymour had already thrust an
apron on him and pushed him in the direction of the sink.
Seymour walked through to the main restautant area where he could see
the waiters milling around, carrying food to tables and showing people
where to sit. Claude the stereotypical French waiter came over to him
carrying a domed silver dish.
"Monsier, I need to talk to you about this..."
"What's in there?" Asked Seymour.
"Its... well its the alien poopy that we found." Said Claude, he
opened up the dish a tiny bit for Seymour to see. Seymour gasped and
clasped it shut again.
"Claude what are you doing with that?!!"
"Well we... we don't know what to do with it sir."
"Bin it, chuck it, anything, just get rid of it and stop carrying it
around my restaurant!!!" Said Seymour. "What will the customers think?"
"But Seymour-"
"Sir!"
"But Sir... the waste reclaimators won't accept it, they say it has
too many toxins to recycle... and I'm not authorised to use an airlock."
Seymour thought for a second. "How about taking it down to the kebab
house down the road, I've seen them serve worse." he cracked open the
dish again and the foul smell of alien crap wafted out. Seymour
nodded. "Yes they've definately served worse."
The chef raised an eyebrow.
"Or... better idea-" Seymour said. "Dress it up with some parsley and
some fresh Cajun sauces and take it to Phil as a present. He deserves
it after him and that sneaky sod Chrysler tied me up and left me in
the Cargo bay."
"Phil... you mean CAPTAIN Phil?" reapeated the Chef.
"ACTING Captain Phil yes." Seymour said sternly. The chef was about to
protest but Seymour silenced him with a steely gaze.
Claude ran off and prepared the 'meal'.
Seymour hob nobbed with the restuarant patrons for a few minutes
before Efof stormed out of the kitchen.
"Efof what are you doing? Get back to work!"
"No! I'm not even one of your employees, I'm a pilot... I should be
doing some... piloting... or something."
"But I say that I need you to wash some pots, theres nowhere to pilot
to at the moment, you might as well help out here."
Efof would have protested, but he was too soft and timid, so he nodded
sullenly and headed back into the kitchen, where he escaped through a
ventillation duct.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Who: CK, Jessie, Guinevere
Where: Flight bay 1
When: Few minutes after
Jesse looked up as CK and Guinevere were preparing a shuttle for
launch. Efof scrambled out of a vent near the ceiling, tripped and
fell 20 metres where he fell on his arse on the R.A.I.D vehicle.
He looked around embarassed as Jessie looked at him oddly. He got off
the car and walked up to her.
"Need a pilot?" he asked.
"Well we err...." Jessie said looking back to the other two. "I
suppose it can't harm."
Efof grabbed her hand and shook it like a crazy person. "I'm Efof
Yuwan'Kar, good to meet you."
"You err... have four arms. Is that normal?"
"Ah thats nothing, you should see what i've got under my hat baby!"
Efof winked at her and went over to chat to CK.
< OOC - Mind if Efof joins you guys? >