Sobering thoughts

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Seymour's clipped tones floated down to them from one of the doorways encircling the vast elevator shaft. 
"I say, not sure what these buttons do, but they're bally good fun!" The elevator jerked again. “I wonder what this big flashy green one does”
Davie, Gomez and Alex looked at each other, then, as one man, looked up and yelled "NOOO!"
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Where: Lift shaft, Legion's institute

Seymour jabbed the buttons again until the lift ascended to his level, with three drunk people on. They stumbled out, still drunk and bumped into Phil and Justin who were also looking worse for wear, the alcohol just starting to wear off and hangover setting in.
“Listen chaps, we've got a situation.” Seymour said. “Jay's set the station on fire, and for some reason, Legion thought it was a good idea to build this place entirely out of combustible materials. His sculptures have already gone up in flames, so I need you all to sober up and help me. I've brought you this coffee.”
He handed a jar of ground coffee to Alex, who looked confused. “Couldn't you put some water in it first?”
“What am I, your bloody slave? Make it yourself!” Seymour snapped. “Also I didn't mention the other jolly serious problem, this space station is hurtling through space at an alarming rate towards the Blue Dwarf, and if we don't stop we'll explode. Would you mind awfully solving both of these situations, while I go for a bit of a lay down? Thanks awfully chums.” He said in the most patronising way and turned to leave.
“What about Jay? I thought he was piloting?”
“Well after he killed Legion, Ms Jones and he took off into the Cyberpark for some 'alone time', I'm not sure what they were doing but said something about putting on his Spiderman costume. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make a cup of tea, so if you could save us from certain death, that would be greatly appreciated, thank you.”

<Tag Alex? Chris? Henry?>