Re: McJohn and Niples and Wildflower and Elian

Who: Seymour, McJohn, Wildflower, Phil, Jack
Where: Corridor near medibay/morgue
When: When Jack turns up
<snip>
A thought spun through the gears that made up Seymour's brain.
"gunshot or stab... gunshot or stab..."
Then he looked at the gunblade in Jacks hand, the dim red lights on
the nearby vending machine lighting up the oil on Jacks sword to
look like blood.
another thought entered Seymours mind - "or both"
<end snip>
Seymour continued to stare at Jacks sword, at first Jack beamed at
the attention he was getting, then Seymour's glance turned into a
slitty-eyed glare.
He pointed directly at Jack and said in a deep boy that usually only
moustached primary teachers could achieve. "You boy!"
Jack felt under his collor, and started to feel uncomfortable. "Erm…
me… yes?"
Seymour turned to Phil whilst still pointing. "Arrest this man! If
we had trouble telling if the wound was a stab or gunshot, maybe it
could be more accurately described at both."
"Well… I guess, but I thought we were accusing Keto, and five
minutes ago you just accused Wildflower. You can't just go around
accusing every one of the crew!"
"Yes, and less than five minutes ago you called me `the nipples'
which I have not forgotten about boyo! And I will come around to
that again later when I review the laws of naming Royal associates
by erogenous body parts. Anyway, What was I saying? Oh yes… crew?
What does Jack actually do to be named as part of the crew? All I
seem to se him doing is running around like a lunatic with various
sharp possibly unlicensed weapons! What is this ship coming to? It
has undeniably gone downhill since I was Captain." Seymour moaned.
"Ahem?" Jack coughed. "I'm still here you know!"
"Yes indeed!" Said Seymour and turned to McJohn "Restrain him!",
then he turned to Phil. "Read him his rights!"
Phil put his hands on his hips. "We still need a motive and/or a
connection to these alcohol bottles, where do they come into this?"
"Alcohol bottles mean nothing surely, this ship is full of drunken
lunatics."
Everyone unfortunately agreed.
Seymour rubbed his temples. "We seem to be going nowhere fast. How
about to clear things up we maybe hold a reconstruction based on the
known position of the victim, and all suspects."
"Who will we get to act as Jasmine?"
Just then, Efof Yuwan'Kar meandered down the corridor, saw something
shiny that caught his eye and started playing with it.
"Get that man a wig!" Seymour called out.
<tag peeps, based on the evidence so far we could act out variations
of what could have happened?>