*Actionette* "Summer Party!"

*Actionette* "Summer party!"
On the BD
After Coming back to the right dimension and time
The Crew were exhausted from the recent events, fighting a massive
fleet battle against an entire empire, raid assaults on the Death
Jar, some of them travelling back in time and fighting the two evil
emperors. Everyone had been busy doing something- even the
shopkeepers and bartenders on Blue Dwarf who were repairing the
damage, and the cleaners bustled around the promenade tidying up the
destruction caused and taking bets on how many red noses and large
clown shoes they could find before the end of the day.
The crew needed a party to unwind.
A casual piss up in Parrots was on the agenda for most people, or at
least a curry for the non-drinkers.
But Seymour took it upon himself to become "morale officer" for the
day and organised a `lively' barn-dance in his overly large
Ambassadorial quarters. He looked into what entertainment people
wanted these days and found that apparently Line-dancing was a good
bet and booked a bucking bronco for in the corner. Unfortunately
the `BD Entertainment and functions Bookings co' onboard was a bit
of a failing business so the actual machine that came was rusted and
probably couldn't go fast enough to buck a wobbly old lady with an
inner-ear imbalance.
Everyone was invited to the function, and Seymour even got papers to
say it would be a `Royal Offence' not to turn up and attached
notices to everyone's door.
After folding 700 napkins perfectly, Seymour gave up- it was a task
he thoroughly enjoyed, as well as baking the sticky buns and
chocolate crispy buns and putting them all on little doilies- but
there wasn't enough time to fold any more as it was 7:30- the time
he'd told people to arrive at.
Five minutes later nobody had arrived.
Ten minutes later Efof arrived on his own and started riding on the
Bucking Bronko, pulling its horns violently trying to make it go
faster.
"Give up Efof! You'll brake it!" The Ambassador moaned grumpily.
Nobody was turning up. And he knew why. He stormed off down to the
pub with a piece of paper. Parrots was packed to the rafters, but
funnily enough everyone in there was trying to avoid looking at the
Ambassador directly.
"Ahh Mr Nipples, we don't see you in here too often!" Said Owen
Numan the bartender who checked round the back to see if there was
still some girlie drinks left.
"That's Niples! Not Nipples, uncouth oaf! As representative of the
Queen of England, I am shutting you down temporarily for standing in
the way of an important Royal Ambassadorial occasion!" Seymour waved
the paper at him.
"A Barn dance? That's a Royal Ambassadorial occasion?"
"It is when it is arranged by the ROYAL AMBASSADOR!"
Seymour shut the place down and ushered everyone to the
Ambassadorial suite where he put on an apron and served everyone
various types of food that no-one had heard of.
And it got worse, the line dancing started……. Dun Dun
Dunnnnnnnnnnn!!!!
OOC- Just a bizarre light hearted idea I thought of to get people
writing for a while :-)