Getting nowhere

Who: Keto, Wildflower, Seymour, Phil, Mini-Phil, Jack, McJohn,
Callum, Efof
Where: Cargo Bay
When: Right after the last post
"So...umm, and questions so far?" asked Seymour.
"Yeah," said McJohn, "Is there any way to get any coffee down here?"
"There's a machine outside," said Jack. McJohn hurried away.
"Oi! You can't leave now!" yelled Seymour "Who's gonna play me?"
"Are you still on about that?" fumed Wildflower.
"Yes."
"Well I'll tell you --" she trailed off as Amber entered the cargo
bay.
"Jean!" McJohn yelled as he hurried up to Amber. Then he made the
mistake of trying to embrace her, and she promptly grabbed his arm
and flipped him over so that he landed on his head. Hard. So hard the
others winced and Keto hurried over to examine McJohn as he stood up,
dazed.
"Ow, what the -- Amber? Where've you been? I haven't seen you
since... Say, where were you when Jasmine was killed? And what are
you doing down here anyway?"
Amber ignored him. "What's been going on down here?"
"Seymour suggested we try re-enact the crime," answered McJohn.
"And you've found out *what* exactly?"
"Nothing so far," Seymour interjected defensively, "but I'm sure --"
"Actually," said Jack, "All we've found out is that nobody can agree
on anything."
"Is that news?" asked Keto.
"Getting back to the investigation," said McJohn, who was trying to
drag the conversation back to something marginally relevant to the
matter at hand, "what are you doing down here?"
"Is he in charge?" Amber asked Phil.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Well, the feds found out an eight year old was running the
investigation and they've taken over."
"So he's not in charge."
"Officially, no. Unofficially, well I'd rather he solved it than the
smeggin' feebs."
"So," said McJohn, "will you *please* tell me what you're doing down
here, hmm? Please?"
"Well," Amber said, "I was --"
"And where's Keats, anyway?" interrupted Phil, "Nobody's seen him."
Amber looked at Phil, then at McJohn, then back at Phil. "Which d'you
want me to answer first?" she asked.
"Oh, either of them will do," said McJohn.
"*Any* of them will do!" grumbled Wildflower.
Amber looked around and, hestitating slightly, managed to say "Well,
I was --" before she was interrupted by a horrible piercing scream.
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