Seymour Niples - "Diplomatic Immunity"

Who: Seymour Niples
Where: Blue Dwarf
When: As the mimes board
Seymour watched as the hordes of mimes poured onto the Blue Dwarf, and dragged
him with them. They seemed to fight with each other to be the first one to
capture him, slapping each other from several inches away, and making outlandish
gestures to each other.
Seymour didn't think of fighting back, there were too many. "Alright, alright
gentleman. Don't push. I'll come willingly. I'll expect that we're well treated,
according to the terms specified in the Geneva convention." The mimes dragged
him back to their own ship, and he felt the coldness as they dragged him into
the flightdeck, along with hundreds of other crewmembers.
"Wait. Wait. You can't take me yet, I need to find my baby." Seymour cried out.
"Alota! Alota!" He screamed over the crowd.
People were being bundled into several landing craft, they had designs similar
to Starbugs, but painted in black and white stripes; this universe's equivalent.
A mime acted out placing an invisible gag around Seymour's mouth the stop him
from screaming. He continued to make muffled noises as they dragged him onboard.
He fought against them, tugging at a mime's sleeve until some flowers came out.
Seymour threw the flowers onto the ground and rolled his eyes. He was then,
pushed onboard and placed inside an invisible box.
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Who: Seymour
Where: Prison Cell, Prison Planet 1-3 Alpha
When: After being captured
Seymour paced his prison cell. It had four walls, each covered in a glowing
yellow forcefield; a rock hard floor and a roof which was too high to climb up
to. Seymour wasn't in any shape to climb even if he could.
"I'm a Royal Ambassador!" He called out, looking squarely at the CCTV camera. "I
have rights! I have diplomatic immunity! Did you hear me? I have diplomatic
immunity!"
He heard a snigger and looked around. "Hello?" He called out. "Is that the Space
Corps diplomatic aide sent to free me?"
Silence.
"Is that my captives? If it is i want you to take your copy of the Geneva
convention, hardback or pocket edition, either will do... and look up page three
hundred and eighty eight."
Silence.
"And read the paragraph about diplomatic immunity granted to Ambassadors."
There was a snigger again. "Say it in a South African accent!" Came the voice of
a female from the next cell..
"What?" Asked Seymour.
"Say Diplomatic Immunity in a South African accent!"
"I will not!" Seymour shouted. "Who is this?"
"It's Rosette! Rufus is in the cell on my left, Jay is to my right, and you're
directly behind me. We're thinking of ways to escape."
"Rosette?" Seymour panicked. "The same Rosette who tried to kill us all?"
"No. The Rosette who is an unfortunate victim of a horrible accident which
turned me into a Hymenoptera against my will. It's not my fault Seymour."
"Tell that to all the people you killed!" Seymour shot back. Then he paused for
a moment. "Can you get through the forcefield?" He asked.
"No. I can't turn back into a Hymenoptera anymore. And I don't want to." She
said. "And I can't believe you're calling me a murderer, and in the very next
sentence you want me to break you out of here."
"No!" Said Seymour. "I was worried you might come in here and kill me."
There was silence for the next few minutes as Seymour assumed Rosette was
talking to Rufus or Jay in their cells. Then she came back. "Seymour!"
"Yes? I haven't gone anywhere!"
"We have a plan!"
"Does it involve me pretending to be the Infidel and telling them they've
imprisoned the wrong man?"
"No it involves you pretending to be the infidel and.... oh smeg. It's too
obvious isn't it?"
Seymour banged his head against the forcefield.
<OOC – what's the plan? >
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Who: The Infidel and some mimes
Where: Prison Planet, control room
When: Same time
The infidel watched the CCTV screen, watching a grainy black and white feed of
Seymour pacing in his cell.
A nearby mime silently waved his hands around his face.
"Yes I know he looks exactly like me. He's going to be very useful here. Bring
him to me!"