GENERAL DISCUSSIONS

Black Diamond Ski Resort

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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:05 PM

THEREALME


* The Real Me stares numbly at the horrific spectacle before him, ears ringing, mouth gaping, Bride1's katana dangling point-down in his hand. *

Uh, Needleseye, Bride1 was on OUR side. She and Bride2 were guarding the FemaleReaver for me! She had probably come here to help lead us to...

* The Real Me pauses in thought. *

But why would her katana be embedded in Sparky?

Why would Bride1 lunge forward with the knives?

* The Real Me thinks some more, and snaps his fingers. *

Perhaps the FemaleReaver corrupted her mind. Like happened to that one survivor in "Bushwhacked"! Bride1 was always one of the more crazed and unstable of the Brides. Maybe the FemaleReaver turned her!

* The Real Me considers the incredibly gory sight before him, as Needleseye continues... to feed. *

Yes, of course! Bride1 was our enemy! That is what I will chose to believe at this time.

* The Real Me is very uncomfortable as he waits for Needleseye "to finish". *

Ah, well, then. Erm...

Not that I mean to rush you, but if you are ready, perhaps we can proceed?




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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:17 PM

THEREALME


As I said before, Needleseye, I intended to use the word in a most reverent and flattering manner!


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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:26 PM

NEEDLESEYE


*Needleseye listening to TRM as she shoves the last Bride1 forearm down her throat. She motions a finger up to TRM for "a moment". Swallows.*

It was reflex, mostly because I was too hungry, and then it became too late.
Anyway, she bit me.

* Blood streaming from N's arms*
Oh, and she cut me! GRrrr... *What began to sound like a growl, became a very gutteral belch.* ooh!
*N hums a bit as she remembered doing, and tiny flowers plug the gashes.*

OK I'm done.
So, who's next? TRM?
I mean, not you but who? I could use dessert.



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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:33 PM

THEREALME


I would prefer, Needleseye, if you only eat the FemaleReaver at this point. Anyone else at least started out friendly, though they might have been corrupted.

*The Real Me and Needleseye slowly make their way into the West Wing, a tiny General Lee hovering above their heads. The Real Me whispers: *

Okay, Rat, okay! Maybe we SHOULDN’T have jumped out. But did you consider how little effect those spam-slingers you mounted on the General are going to have on a real-sized person? Why, they’ll hardly be felt! Wait, we’re almost here!

* Holding Bride1’s katana before him, The Real Me enters the containment area for the FemaleReaver. There is a stark entry-way, and a corridor with one side being a floor-to-ceiling wall of specially designed transparent plastic which kept the FemaleReaver captive behind it. But it is no longer transparent. It is completely obscured by a glistening, pinkish sheen of… *

SPAM! It looks like a Spam bomb went off inside her cell!

Cover me, you two! Uh, please. If you don’t mind, Needleseye.

* The Real Me carefully opens the cell door, prepared for the FemaleReaver to attempt to lunge out. She does not. The Real Me peeks inside, then mutters some Mandarin curses. *

* Inside the rather Spartan, Spam-drenched cell there are three figures. The only one still standing is certainly the Ebo Golem. *

Ebo Golem, block this door. Allow neither of those figures to exit!

* The Ebo Golem remains motionless and does not obey. Perhaps its ears are clogged with Spam residue? The Real Me carefully checks one of the prone figures. After removing a layer or two of Spam it is revealed to be Bride3. After more de-gooping, the second prone figure is revealed to be Bride2, holding the shattered bits that once were a Spamslinger gun. Both Brides are deeply unconscious. The Real Me finds and examines the barrel of the Spamslinger. The Real Me is lost in thought for a short time as he attempts to re-construct the situation. *

Okay, somehow, the FemaleReaver jammed something into the barrel of the Spamslinger, maybe a paste-like glob of boiled wheat from the wheat chili the other night? This caused the Spamslinger to explode when Bride2 fired it. The resulting concussion took both Brides out of action immediately. But how did the FemaleReaver avoid the blast? There is nothing here! Nothing in the room solid enough to shield…

* The Real Me’s eyes scan the room. They come to rest upon the Ebo Golem. *

Okay, so the FemaleReaver must have used the rock-like body of the Ebo Golem as a shield against the Spam explosion. But how did she de-activate the Ebo Golem?

* With growing unease, The Real Me uses his sleeve to wipe off the Spam paste from the Ebo Golem’s forehead, and utters more Chinese curses. *

“Truth” goes to “Death” if you remove that letter. Dammit, she’s good!

* The Real Me pulls a magic marker from his pocket, removes the cap, and carefully re-inscribes a specific Hebrew character to the forehead of the Ebo Golem. He has to go over it several times, due to the grease. He returns the cap, and puts the magic marker back in his pocket. *

Ebo Golem! Carefully pick up these two Brides and take them to the infirmary!

* The Ebo Golem moves to obey. As soon as it crosses the threshold of the cage with the young women, security alarms go crazy. *

Warning! Warning! The FemaleReaver has just left her cage!

Computer! Reset FemaleReaver containment security!

* The alarms go silent as The Real Me pulls his com-link device. *

I have a bad feeling about this! Computer! Display an image of the FemaleReaver on TheRealMe’s com-link!

* The image displayed is that of Bride2. *

Computer! Display an image of Bride2 on TheRealMe’s com-link!

* The image displayed is that of the FemaleReaver. *

Dammit! She hacked the personnel files, somehow! The computer didn’t notice her departure from the cage!




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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:45 PM

RAT


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me leaps out of the General Lee and onto the balcony. Away from Rat’s incredible shrinking tech, he enlarges to normal size. *



Wow, that should have killed any normal man, you truly are incredible!!


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* Did you consider how little effect those spam-slingers you mounted on the General are going to have on a real-sized person. *



Once the super charged SPAM is away form the ship, it reverts back to normal size!(There is no need for it to survive.)


Quote:

Originally posted by Needleseye:
"N" does this, "N" does that.



So, it's "N" now?.....Shiny!!

-Ratboy

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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:56 PM

NEEDLESEYE


Quote:

Originally posted by Rat:
So, it's "N" now?.....Shiny!!
-Ratboy


Narration speed purposes only.

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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:57 PM

THEREALME


Quote:

Rat wrote:
Wow, that should have killed any normal man, you truly are incredible!!



Ahem. Well. I practice yoga in my spare time.


Quote:

Rat wrote:
So, it's "N" now?.....Shiny!!



* The Real Me whispers to the hovering General Lee. *

Pssst! Rat! There is no need for you to annoy the fae...

* The Real Me gulps. *

Fae-miliar, friendly being that is helping us find the FemaleReaver.

* Louder: *

Well, let's find the FemaleReaver! Computer, locate Bride2!

Bride2 has left the ship.

Dammit!


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Friday, April 8, 2005 8:02 PM

NEEDLESEYE



Yes! Lets continue the picnic shall we?

Mrrrrp! *Needleseye spits up a knuckle bone*

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Friday, April 8, 2005 8:07 PM

RAT


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Bride2 has left the ship.



Okay, you two meet me at the front of the ship! We can use the General to track her form the air! I just need to get him outside so I can put him back in the normal space/size continuum.

-Ratboy

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Friday, April 8, 2005 8:10 PM

THEREALME


Quote:

Needleseye wrote:
Yes! Lets continue the picnic shall we?

Mrrrrp! *Needleseye spits up a knuckle bone*



By all means!

* A bead of sweat trickles down The Real Me's temple as he realizes that the situation is not entirely under his control. He holds up his com-link. *

But perhaps first we should warn the others about a dangerous enemy on the loose!

And get into arctic survival gear.

Yes, Rat, we will meet you outside. Can you shrink us down again? Or shall we continue the search at normal size?



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Friday, April 8, 2005 8:18 PM

RAT


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Can you shrink us down again? Or shall we continue the search at normal size?



I can...But I won't, you see, it's quite a drain on power!

-Ratboy

Ooh, make a wish!

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Friday, April 8, 2005 8:18 PM

THEREALME


* As The Real Me is scrambling into Arctic survival gear and strapping on the remaining Spam-slinging gun, he has a thought. *

Computer, perform an inventory on all ship's vehicles. Are any missing?

The General Lee runabout is not in its assigned berth. Four speeder-pods are not in their assigned berths.

* The Real Me stops. *

Four?



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Friday, April 8, 2005 8:26 PM

NEEDLESEYE


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
The General Lee runabout is not in its assigned berth. Four speeder-pods are not in their assigned berths.



OK, TheRealMe, clarify your thoughts, or I'll be singing the heads off every Bride I see.
*Slight grin crosses face as #4 is brought to mind*

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Friday, April 8, 2005 8:31 PM

THEREALME


Uh, I don't think that there is any reason to suspect any MORE of the Brides!

* Rat, TheRealMe, and Needleseye are crowded into the General Lee. TheRealMe fights the urge to cringe as Rat narrowly avoids taking a sail off of a windmill as they pass at a faster-than-safe speed. *

Okay, how are we going to know which of those four speeder pods the FemaleReaver took? They shot off in all directions! They're shielded, and she's not likely to answer any radio signals.

Or did she subvert some more of the Brides? Or of the Cozen love-clones? Or that Badger-clone! He was the shiftiest!

Huh! If she took any of the pods at all! She might have pre-programmed each of the pod's courses and waited behind.

Crafty.

Well, I suppose we can track them all down, one by one...


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Friday, April 8, 2005 9:00 PM

RAT


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* TheRealMe fights the urge to cringe as Rat narrowly avoids taking a sail off of a windmill as they pass at a faster-than-safe speed. * ...

...Or did she subvert some more of the Brides? Or of the Cozen love-clones? Or that Badger-clone! He was the shiftiest!...

...She might have pre-programmed each of the pod's courses and waited behind.




Sounds like we could use some help!

*TheGeneral comes to a stop in front of the field of windmills, Rat puts a cd in the cd player. A song starts playing outside the ship......

Moths beat on the window pane
telling me I'm not the same
Sounds of nothing, sounds of fear
speak to me when no one's near

Come on Rat Patrol
I'm on Rat Patrol

Wilderness of mirrors shine,
Floorboards creak or footsteps heard
Headlights turn into the drive
Then disappear into the night

I'm on Rat Patrol
Come on Rat Patrol



Immediately the windmills come to life and ask how they can be of service.*


Ha.Ha. I knew it! I knew They Might Be Giants! RealMe, tell them what to do! And don't turn off that music or they'll revert back to windmills!

-Ratboy

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Friday, April 8, 2005 9:07 PM

THEREALME


* The Real Me blinks. He is very quiet for a moment. Then he starts to laugh like a madman. *

Oh, I see! I see! It's all clear now. Boy, is THAT a relief! Explains EVERYTHING! YEP!

I'm still suffering from some fever-induced delirium! I'm still at the hospital, having some twisted nightmare.

Why, you aren't real, Rat. Nor you, Needleseye! Why you must be some extraordinary figment of my imagination! Quite the creative fellow, I am, if I might say so myself!

Or... NO! NO! Why YOU are still the Insidious Doctor Rat, and I am still hooked up to ManiacNumberOne's Dream Machine! You are just messing with me!

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

* The Real Me curls into a fetal position and giggles uncontrollably. *



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Friday, April 8, 2005 9:12 PM

THEREALME


* The Real Me suddenly becomes serious and sits up. *

Or we could measure the variance between the projected pod course and the observed pod course. If there was one that did not quite match, then it could be due to the added weight of a person inside!

Of course, a good autopilot would correct for that...

Or look at fuel consumption readings. It would take more fuel to fly with a person inside.

* The Real Me looks at the sensor readings and points. *

Like THAT one! The one headed directly toward...

The Land of the Yeti!



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Friday, April 8, 2005 9:12 PM

NEEDLESEYE


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* Why, you aren't real, Rat. Nor you, Needleseye! Why you must be some extraordinary figment of my imagination!



LOL

*needleseye thinking 'what is with these guys?'*

Pull yourself together TheRealMe, we're real and apparently so are the windmills. *squinting at the sight to be sure*


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Friday, April 8, 2005 9:16 PM

THEREALME


Double post!

As I said, "to the Land of the Yeti"!


(Or else we can just find the bimbo and feed her to Needleseye. I'm sort of out of plot for tonight and plan to go to bed. But who knows what adventures might await us -- later -- in "The Land of the Yeti!" Or, maybe she gets away for now, only to incite The Great Yeti Rebellion! Let's not decide tonight.)


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Friday, April 8, 2005 9:24 PM

THEGREYJEDI


*blinks at the random and fast posting. blinks again. and a third time. raises his left eyebrow.*

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Friday, April 8, 2005 9:33 PM

NEEDLESEYE


Quote:

Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
*blinks at the random and fast posting...


Yeah I had to abreviate myself to keep up!

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 4:44 AM

JAKE7


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* Startled, The Real Me notices that Jake7 is still standing near him. He moves forward with a smile, grabs Jake7 in his arms, and plants a big kiss on her. *

My hero! Thanks for rescuing me!

* The Real Me gives Jake7 a hug, then releases her. *



Aw, it was nothing!

Just glad you're back, TRM

Quote:


Jake7, I’m considering the possibility that Bride7 back there was really the FemaleReaver escaped and in disguise. The FemaleReaver has always had… uh… a taste for me.

* The Real me acquires a grave expression. *

But at the very least, in the future I think that we need to restrict Bride7’s access to the kitchen.



I'm thinking we need to restrict not only Bride7's movements, but the rest of them as well! The same may apply to the clones we rescued -- at least 'til we know they weren't corrupted by the explosion! They were probably controlled by the generator that Rat destroyed...

*just then, Rat shows up in the General and TRM and Needlesye take off, leaving jake7 in the dust, staring after them, mouth agape.*

Figures.

*jake7, uneasy since no one has come to get Bride7 yet, starts thinking about what to do now. Suddenly, she thinks back to when TRM got sick.*

Hmm...he got sick awfully quick. I wonder why? Did he eat any of Bride7's food? Was he targeted?

Or, since Rat helped cook, maybe HE slipped something in the food when no one was looking?

*even MORE uneasy now, she's not sure where to go. Back to the SerentiTREE? Since there's been some strange, blood-curdling noise coming from there, that doesn't seem like too good of an idea. Can't go back to the medical center. Maybe the Hotel? She has a vague sense of unease -- as if something awful was going to happen. She shivers*

I hope the others are OK!

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 4:48 AM

THEREALME


* The Real Me awakens from a nice nap in the General Lee, which is speeding along with him, Needleseye and Rat. *

Huh? Oh, well, perhaps Rat can shoot the speeder pod down. Or shoot down all four of them.

Or maybe I can open a dimensional portal to where the FemaleReaver is NOW. Although THAT runs the risk of me finding some person in an alternate reality that merely resembles FemaleReaver.

Or we can just give up and head back.

So, what do the two of you want to do? Me, I'm up for almost anything, as long as the windmills stop talking to me!

* The Real Me then realizes that they left Jake7 behind in an awful rush. He begins to open a dimensional portal. *


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Saturday, April 9, 2005 4:59 AM

THEREALME


Quote:

Originally posted by jake7:


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
But at the very least, in the future I think that we need to restrict Bride7’s access to the kitchen.



I'm thinking we need to restrict not only Bride7's movements, but the rest of them as well! The same may apply to the clones we rescued -- at least 'til we know they weren't corrupted by the explosion! They were probably controlled by the generator that Rat destroyed...



* A dimensional portal opens in front of Jake7. The Real Me's head pokes out. *

Hi, Jake7.

I must point out that while it is possible that the Brides are now enemies working against us, they have nothing to do with Cozen or Rukus or the power generator that Rat took out. The Brides were created during the Gala Pageant of Cross-dressing men, and have been with us a while.

The Cozen love-clones, on the other hand, COULD be malfunctioning.

As to how I got sick, I was under the impression that I really got sick, but I could have been poisoned by one of the Brides or...

*The Real Me looks over his shoulder to where Rat is piloting the General Lee. *

Or by Rat.

As to where to go, I believe that the Sereni-Tree is safe, now, unless the FemaleReaver corrupted more minds or stayed behind when she launched the speeder pods. Or you can go back to the resort.

Or you can come through this portal and join us on the General.



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Saturday, April 9, 2005 6:43 AM

SIMONWHO


*shakes the snow off his coat*

Guys, you really need to make better use of the facilities at this resort. I mean, reaver hunting is fun and all but that's more of an apres ski thing, you know, chase after her in the dark so she can scare you by leaping from the shadows.

twg, obviously you need a few lessons in how to ski. It's mostly in the hips and knees, I'm sure you'd pick it up in no time if you like to dance. It also shouldn't involve going over any mountains. That is the wrong way to ski.

Right, got both my skis back on, let's leave some serious tracks.

*whooshes down the mountain*

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 7:23 AM

RAT


*Rat, Jake7, RealMe and "N", zip between the giant windmills bouncing up and down as they run toward the Land of the Yeti!*

*The song on the PA changes and Cut the strings starts playing.*


I don't need no
Ten dimensions
Ain't afraid of
Quantum jitter

Cut the strings
'Cause I ain't no puppet
And I'm not gonna dance
To your tune

General relativity
Quantum theory
They've been put to the test
And Isaac Newton has been laid to rest

But you're still not satisfied
'Cause when the two theories collide
All hell breaks loose and you fashion the noose
To tie it all together with string— NO!

Cut the strings
I won't jump through your hoops
I don't believe in your loops
Of string

Cut the strings
Physics doesn't demand
any vibrating band
Of string.




-Ratboy

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 9:26 AM

STATIC


Quote:

Originally posted by SimonWho:
That is the wrong way to ski.




TWG won't be skiing for a bit as she managed to get her rib bruised when I slammed into her mid-air. I'm going to pull her into the jacuzzi for a bit to recuperate and listen to the comlink, should the Reaver hunters need the assistance of an Apache gunship or a crack-shot soldier.

**helps TWG out of everything she's wearing 'cept her bikini and then helps her climb gingerly into the jacuzzi, once again chosing the largest "party tub" should folks choose to join them.**

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 10:04 AM

THEGREYJEDI


*passes Static two glasses and the bottle.*

Dink. I'm in the hot tub. Thanks for joining.

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 10:08 AM

MONTANAGIRL


Quote:

Originally posted by SimonWho:
Right, got both my skis back on, let's leave some serious tracks.

*whooshes down the mountain*


*Appropriates a comfy chair on the deck to watch Simon ski. She is still not quite crazy enough to do it herself.*

I promise not to yell any more distracting comments. When you're done, what do you say to joining the others in the hot tub?

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 11:25 AM

STATIC


TWG in a bikini!!!!

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 11:30 AM

SIMONWHO


Sounds like a plan to me MG (those initials are bandied around a lot at the moment as the UK's last remaining car company, MG Rover, heads into bankruptcy. Sad but inevitable unfortunately).

Still got a fair bit of skiing to get out of my system first though. I do like to get a full day of it, make it really worthwhile.

*spots Yeti skiing down the mountain*

Right, well, that's enough for one day.

*skis straight to hot tub*

Oooo, champagne!

*chinks glasses with Montanagirl*

Oh, and I brought along a waterproof video player and tonight's episode of Doctor Who. With Simon Callow no less (not Simon Cowell as a UK chat show host once called him).

Just to add: Static, you obviously haven't seen twg's pic of the day yet otherwise you'd have saved that nice animated gif for it. Trust me!

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 11:51 AM

THATWEIRDGIRL


good grief! men!



right then... back to the story.

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 11:51 AM

STATIC


Oh. . .I've seen it.

About a couple MILLION times. It's my desktop wallpaper.


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Saturday, April 9, 2005 12:12 PM

JAKE7


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
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*A dimensional portal opens in front of Jake7. The Real Me's head pokes out.*



*jake7 jumps, startled*

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Hi, Jake7.



Oh! Hi, TRM! Guess I'm a little jumpy...

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I must point out that while it is possible that the Brides are now enemies working against us, they have nothing to do with Cozen or Rukus or the power generator that Rat took out. The Brides were created during the Gala Pageant of Cross-dressing men, and have been with us a while.

The Cozen love-clones, on the other hand, COULD be malfunctioning.



We have no idea what kind of DNA was used to make those clones. Could have had some latent Reaver juice in them...they could have joined up with the FemaleReaver and could be posing as any of the brides, or worse yet, infected them. I'd say, to play it safe, quarantine the lot of them until we know for sure!

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Or you can come through this portal and join us on the General.



Well, I'm sure as heck not staying here by myself! There's safety in numbers... I'm going with you!

*jake7 steps through the portal and after a cool ride through what looks like the transportation scene in the movie Stargate, finds herself in the General Lee with TRM, Rat, and Needleseye*

Think the Yeti would be of any use in tracking the errant brides and clones?

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 12:17 PM

SIMONWHO


I meant, for sheer artistic value and composition, obviously.

Why, what did you think I meant?

All right, I confess, I am a shallow creature, like a pancake with a soul. But that picture is undoubtedly a thing of beauty, even if I can only perceive it on my one level.

Anyway, does anyone know any good jacuzzi games?

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 5:41 PM

RAT


*BUMP*

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 5:58 PM

MONTANAGIRL


Quote:

Originally posted by SimonWho:
All right, I confess, I am a shallow creature, like a pancake with a soul. But that picture is undoubtedly a thing of beauty, even if I can only perceive it on my one level.


I gotta say, that is a beautiful picture. It makes me a little bit jealous that I can't take pictures like that.

If you can be an idiot, I can be an idiot. - D'Argo

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 6:16 PM

RAT


MG, why don't you join us in the hunt? I'm sure RealMe can beam you aboard the General!!

-Ratboy

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 6:18 PM

NEEDLESEYE


Quote:

Originally posted by SimonWho:
Anyway, does anyone know any good jacuzzi games?



How 'bout bobbing for... huh? oh right, I'm not at the jacuzzi.

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 6:41 PM

MONTANAGIRL


Quote:

Originally posted by Rat:
MG, why don't you join us in the hunt? I'm sure RealMe can beam you aboard the General!!

-Ratboy


Hmmm, sitting in hot tub with hot guys, or chasing homicidal maniac who may or may not be in the company of also dangerous Brides/clones/and/or Yetis? I think I'll stick with the hot tub, but thanks for offering. And be careful with the General, I'm rather fond of him.

Warning, stupid bit of trivia ahead
Did you know that originally the General Lee was going to be called Traveler? But no one got the reference (Robert E. Lee's horse's name was Traveler) so they changed it.

If you can be an idiot, I can be an idiot. - D'Argo

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Saturday, April 9, 2005 8:32 PM

IMEARLY


Wakes up again. Not sure what to say, not having seen the snow since the Army.

This G-string just wont due.


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Saturday, April 9, 2005 10:32 PM

RAT


Quote:

Originally posted by ImEarly:
Wakes up again. Not sure what to say, not having seen the snow since the Army.



Again? Huh!

Quote:

Originally posted by ImEarly:
This G-string just wont due.



No! No it wont!!!!!

-Ratboy

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 5:01 AM

SIMONWHO


That's an awesome piece of trivia montanagirl. Would have solved a lot of "is it pro-Confederacy/slavery" debates too.

Still, maybe they're have a spare car called 'Traveller' in the movie.

*looks around*

What? Okay, I'm serious now. Who's got it? Come on, hand it over. No-one leaves this hot tub until I get my rubber duck back.

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 7:04 AM

THATWEIRDGIRL


*the massaging jets easing the pain of her adventure cause twg to zone out. She begins mumbling*

Rubber ducky, you're the one! You make bath time lots of fun. Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you. Woo woo be do. Rubber ducky, joy of joys. When I squeeze you, you make noise! Rubber ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true! Doo doo doo doo, doo doo.

*squeak*

Quote:

Originally posted by SimonWho:
No-one leaves this hot tub until I get my rubber duck back.


Hmmm? I haven't seen it.


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Sunday, April 10, 2005 7:15 AM

THEREALME


* The Real Me stares down out of the General Lee as it is flying through a rocky, snowy landscape. He turns to the pilot of the shuttle. *

Rat, slow us down. Then come about and land at the base of that mountain. Look, there’s somebody down there, nearly naked. He’ll freeze in this cold.

* The Real Me squints, damning his aging eyes. *

Or she will.

Besides, this is Yeti country. If the cold doesn’t do the job… Well, the Yeti might start playing their games.

* The General Lee temporarily breaks off its pursuit of the speeder pod of the FemaleReaver to engage in a rescue mission. Rat comes down a bit too fast, but guns the engines to land in one piece. Once on the ground, The Real Me pops a hatch, grabs a blanket, and exits. *

Jake7, could you come with me, please, to help me carry this person back? And… uh, Needleseye, you can just wait here with Rat. I don’t think that there is a reason yet to… uh… sing to this one. Rat? No clever games, please. Just sit here and wait for us.

* In their cold-weather gear, The Real Me and Jake7 make their way across the stark landscape. They soon reach the nearly naked male figure. *

Hmmmm… That G-String just won’t do!

*With Jake7’s help, The Real Me wraps the man up in the blanket. *

I mean, I’m no doctor, but lying here in the snow without any clothes CAN’T be good for a person!

* The Real Me stands, quickly surveys the site, and points. *

Look, his footsteps seem to go back to that stream. The one flowing out of the mouth of that cave? Maybe that’s his home.

* The Real Me considers exploring the cave, but the urgency of their mission makes that impossible. He and Jake7 pick up the person and carry him back to the General Lee. *

Oh, well. If we’ve made a mistake, we can always bring him back when he wakes up.

* Once everyone is inside, The Real Me closes the hatch. *

Okay, Rat, let’s catch that FemaleReaver!

* With an evil grin, Rat flicks a control and the General’s engines flare into life. The small craft rockets back into the sky, scraping a layer of snow off of some mountain peak. *

* The Real Me and Jake7 take the stranger to the back of the General, lay him down on the deck, and cover him with a few more blankets. Needleseye wanders back as well, mildly curious, humming a pleasant tune. The Real Me tries to give some water to the stranger. *

Hello? Hello?


The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

(The Real Me cannot currently receive messages from this site; he is not ignoring you. But he CAN receive e-mail at realme@pcibroadband.net.)

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 7:20 AM

SIMONWHO


Why is it that I'm always Bert to someone else's Ernie? Bah.

Very well, play with my rubber duckie, dearest twg. Because now, I want to play splashy-splashy with Montanagirl.

*splashes MG*

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 8:50 AM

IMEARLY


ImEarly is stirred awake by a mildly curious individual, humming a pleasant tune. He recognized the song, however vaguely. Some lyrics come to mind.

Take my love.
Take my land.
Take me where I cannot stand.

Or something, where had he heard this before?

He remembers a “well lit cave” and some voices in the back of his mind telling him to take the stairs.

Strange.

There was one gentlemen and two ladies beside him, the man identifed himself as The Real Me. (funny as we don’t look alike at all.) the TWO beautiful woman, Jake7 and Needleseye.

The Real Me keeps relentlessly trying to shove water down his throat while Jake7 merely laughed. Needleseye keeps on humming.

Hi, said ImEarly, I mean I’m ImEarly, ImEarly says, to the confusion of those around him.

ImEarly realizes that he is now wearing quite a few blankets, wondering if he has been covered for health reasons or because of personal appearances. He just knew that he should have passed on the G-string and gone for the swimming trunks.

Luckily there was a pile of clothing to his right; they looked his size, but red tights? What’s with the back pack?

Oh well better then dealing with the cold.

After some struggling, ImEarly squeezes into his new clothes and tries to stand. There was something strange in the backpack he wore. So he reached over his shoulders and pulled at a weight that was protruding slightly.
It was a laptop computer. With a wireless card no less.

ImEarly logged on and begin to write in his blog. What a strange day he was having.

Over the intercom someone called Rat kept demanding a Root Beer.



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Sunday, April 10, 2005 8:54 AM

THATWEIRDGIRL


Jake7 = woman

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 9:26 AM

MONTANAGIRL


Quote:

Originally posted by SimonWho:
Very well, play with my rubber duckie, dearest twg. Because now, I want to play splashy-splashy with Montanagirl.

*splashes MG*


Oh yeah?

*spashes SimonWho back* Take that!

Hey twg, did you have the Sesame Street record that also had Ernie's Great Tiger Hunt on it? No one but me seems to remember it, and people look at me strangely when I try to describe it.

If you can be an idiot, I can be an idiot. - D'Argo

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 9:37 AM

RAT


*Yells* I'm still waiting on that RootBeer...

-Ratboy

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