Seymour "Hunt for CCTV"

Who: Seymour Niples
Where: Security Office
When: After he was thrown out of the medibay
Medibay gradually got more and more hectic, so Seymour was ushered
away. Seymour was intrigued by two things at this point, one was the
small fairy that was following him around and kept sprinkling fairy
dust on him, and the other was the mystery of who had ransacked his
apartment.
Seymour was particular about his Ambassadorial quarters, everything
had a place, everything was tidy, and teacups never ever touched the
bare wood. The wine that had apparently been stolen, spilled and drank
had been collected over a number of years.
So as neurotic a character as Seymour was, he was quite pissed off.
He stormed to the Security office (managing to shake the fairy). He
entered the office, having never really been there he wasn't entirely
sure what the procedure was. He followed a small sign to an enquiries
desk where a bored looking woman sat.
"Hello I'd like to report a burglary." He said.
"Hold on." Said the woman and went into a back room and sent someone
else out to see him.
"Yes, what appears to be the problem?" asked the security officer.
"I'd like to report a burglary." Seymour said plainly.
"Oh yes, okay, hold on a second I'll send someone else out to see
you." Said the man, and disappeared into a back room. Someone else
came out.
"So you'd like to report a burglary?" asked the third person.
Seymour nodded. "Yes please."
"Okay fine sir, I'll just send someone else to see you." The man
disappeared into the back room and the original woman came out. "Yes
can I help you?" she asked.
Seymour sighed and banged his head on the desk. "Listen Madame, if you
could just navigate me to where you keep your CCTV I'd be much
appreciative."
She pointed to a door and Seymour entered. A wall of TV screens filled
his view. A chair spun around in front of the tv's and a shadowed
figure said "EEEeeeEEEE!"
Seymour almost turned around and walked back out of the door. But
persistence in finding the drinker of his wine made him carry on. He
crouched down and started talking to the midget.
Seymour realised that he couldn't remember ever having to talk to
Mini-Phil before. He's always just ignored him and thought of the
small person as an annoyance (Which was mainly true). He didn't know
whether to talk down to him, like a child, or to speak fluently.
Mini-Phil was a clone-gone-wrong of Phil, so was he capable of
sensible thought or did he just always think of sex and goats?
"I'm looking for CCTV of my apartment from when we were on Mars." He
said slowly. Mini-phil looked confused.
"I knew this was a waste of time." Seymour said and started to leave.
"You're just a deranged half-clone of a similarly deranged person."
As his back was turned, Seymour felt something poke him in the back of
the head. He turned around again and saw Mini-Phil's shoes.
"Mini-Phil stop dangling from the ceiling and stop wasting my time!"
Seymour said. But then he realised, Mini-Phil was towering above him,
and HE was the midget. The hallucination virus had turned Mini-Phil
into a tall, beefy person, his arms rippling with muscles. Seymour was
now small and dumpy.
With a swift angry kick, MP kicked Seymour around the room. He bounced
off walls and MP grabbed him and slammed him into the wall of tv
screens. Seymour shreaked and ran out of the room shouting in a
squeaky voice "Help me, help meeeEEEEeeeeEE!!"
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