Seymour "Changing Rooms"

Who: Seymour Niples
Where: Jack Febuggure + John Keats quarters
The door slid open and Seymour looked into the empty quarters. Jack
had said that his quarters were untouched by the alien invasion, but
they almost looked as messy as the aftermath on the rest of the
ship. Jack hadn't exactly invited Seymour to stay there, but Seymour
knew that in times of emergency, it had always been Space Corps
policy that crew had to share quarters in emergencies.
Seymour looked at the messy beds, the unfolded clothes on the floor
and the slash marks on the furniture where Jack had probably slipped
when practising with his sword. He frowned, it MUST be an emergency
if he was considering this place to stay.
Seymour had not directly asked either Jack or Keats if he could
stay, so probably shouldn't have moved anything in yet, but as Jack
was off on a mission, and Keats working on shift, Seymour couldn't
wait. He donned some unattractive rubber gloves and sprayed lavender
fabreeze around to remove any odours, then tidied Jacks clothes-
putting some in a black bin bag to be burned later.
He removed all the sheets off one bed and dumped everything on the
other. Whether it was Keats bed of Jacks bed it didn't matter, they
could both share a bed for the moment- they wouldn't mind as long as
it was for a Royal Ambassador right?
Seymour whistled a jolly tune as he looked at Jacks posters of
various sword wielding nutcases from history, then ripped them off,
screwed them up and replaced them with portraits of the Queen, and
monarchs of the past 500 years. A delightful picture of Prince
Charles was placed on a wall opposite Keats' bed, Seymour thought
Keats wouldn't mind waking up to the face of a prestigious figure in
the mornings- and now that Seymour was sleeping there, Keats could
see a live prestigious figure in the flesh!
Seymour then moved some drawers and cupboards around to conform with
Feng-shui ideals, and put coasters down for any cups of tea he would
get Jack or Keats to make for him.
He replaced the stack of music CD's with classical opera and his
favourite orchestral melodies, and put the music on loudly to spread
the joy of the music to the neighbours, Seymour liked sharing.
Seymour stacked some more of their things under the beds, and whilst
he was under there pulled out some porn mags.
"Oh dear God, dirty pornography!" Seymour said in disgust and threw
it away. Then found more and more and threw it all away, pausing at
one that promised a double page spread of Queen Britney.
When he had done, Seymour laid down on the bed and started devising
a list of house rules that each of them should follow.
"Rule 1, take your shoes off at the door… rule 2, person with
highest social standing decided upon the rules, rule 3 Ambassadors
have the highest social standings at all time, rule 4 guests can be
invited for tea and scones at the discretion of an ambassador, rule
5 people of common background are not permitted entrance to the flat
with the exception of J. Keats and J. Febuggure…"
He pinned it to the wall when he was done, thinking of adding more
later.
He sat on the bed and relaxed, listening to the music and reading a
book waiting for Keats to arrive and see the look of joy on his face
as he sees what a difference a small touch of class makes to this
room.