Niples "In serious need of flypaper for the kitchen!"

<OOC-I'm very very impressed with this group the last few weeks,
we're just getting better and better! We've had some absolutely
BRILLIANT valentines posts from everyone, and Jay + Jack have done a
very good job bringing us into the new storyline with one of the
best and most interesting buildups i've every seen so far in BD!
Keep it up!>
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Who: Ambassador Seymour Niples
Where: Les Niples Royale
Seymour came out of the back office of `Les Niples Royale', the
swanky posh restaurant of which he was a patron of. He had been in
the back office for just over half an hour looking through
catalogues of cutlery, of course an important task as he had very
high standards when it came to what cutlery to layout on his tables.
Earlier in the day he sent a poor employee packing just for laying
out the knife and fish knife the wrong way.
Seymour looked around the restaurant's kitchen. It was empty, which
was odd because it should have been busy with bustling particular
Italian chefs shouting and getting over emotional about the outcome
of their meals.
"Hello?" Seymour called, looking around the empty kitchen. "I want
to tell someone my ideas about a new soufflé!" He walked through the
slinging door into the restaurant dining area, it was empty there as
well. "Where has everyone gone?" He asked no-one in
particular. "Damned slackers! How am I supposed to create the most
superb dining sensation in the galaxy if I have no staff or
customers?!"
He walked back into the kitchen and was startled when he saw the
upper body of Jay Chrysler stood behind the row of ovens.
"Oh Jay….." he said.
Jay didn't say anything, just looked straight ahead with a glazed
expression in his eyes.
"I well…. I bet you're here about the fight earlier. Well I …must
apologise. I never meant to take Alota from you. There was something
in the air, and well…"
Jay stood very still, his eyes started darting quickly side to side.
"…you can have Alota, I'm not interested any more."
Jay's head moved in jerky movements.
"Not that I'm saying I don't want her, there's nothing wrong with
her, she's lovely! But I don't… well I do… I um…" Seymour back
peddled quickly.
"Zzzt?" Said Jay.
"Yes well, indeed." Seymour hung his head in shame.
Jay moved his head forward and bent down to put his face in the bowl
of soup in front of him. He started slurping up the contents.
Seymour looked back in disgust. "Jay! My good man, what are you
doing! If you wanted to taste the soup use a spoon for gods sake!"
"Bzzt?" Jay replied.
Seymour took a few steps towards him. "Stop that right now, you'll
taint the soup!!"
The being that looked like Jay shot him a menacing look and took a
step back, wings shot up from behind him, and Seymour gasped as he
saw that the creature was actually part wasp.
The jay-wasp flapped its wings quickly and started to hover, it
raised its tail-sting and lunged towards the Ambassador.
"Ahh!" Seymour cried and ducked out of the way, arming himself with
a frying pan.
The wasp lunged again and Seymour battered it back with the frying
pan. It flew back and knocked a line of hanging spoons off the
extractor fan. Seymour picked up one of the longer spoons and held
it in his right hand with the frying pan in his left as a shield,
and put a pan on his head as a makeshift helmet.
"Lunge, parry parry!" he said, lunging and parrying with his spoon
as a sword. His spoon clashed with the Jay-Wasp's sting and they
held it in an embrace for a few seconds- Seymour's face dangerously
close to the poisonous tip.
They pushed each other away and Seymour spun around, defending an
attack with his `shield', he took advantage of the wasp's proximity
and beat it with the spoon. It fell backwards onto the counter,
knocking the pan of soup warm soup over.
Seymour jumped on the wasp and held him down with an arm. "Oh no you
don't! you can't come in here and ruin a perfectly good mushroom
soup…" he took a sniff of the spilled soup. "…with basil! Oh you
will pay!"
He tried to reach for a knife, but the wasp pushed him off with a
spindly black insect arm. Seymour tumbled backwards onto the floor
and sat leant up against the bread oven.
The Jay wasp got up from the counter, raised its sting and flew
towards him. Seymour looked around for anything he could use then
felt the bread oven behind him. He dived out of the way and opened
the oven door, the wasp couldn't stop in time and fell halfway into
the oven. Seymour took the pan off his head and hit the rest of the
wasp into the oven, slamming the heat-proof door.
He turned up the temperature and screams of pain came from inside.
Seymour brushed himself off and walked back into the dining
area. "There's something new for the menu!" he said to himself, and
wrote `Jay Chrysler Wasp in mushroom and basil sauce.'
<anyone want to meet up with Seymour? Who needs weapons... he has a
spoon and a frying pan!>