Black Diamond Ski Resort
POSTED BY: TheGreyJedi
UPDATED: Thursday, April 14, 2005 02:15
VIEWED: 32571
PAGE 1 of 3
Getting long and slow to load.
We survived. So now we're at a ski resort. Snow! Yay!
Old Thread: http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=9289
--------------------------------------------------------------
Chief Engineer - USS SereniTREE.
http://www.jed-soft.com Gamer Rigs, Budget Prices
http://tomeofgrey.blogspot.com
Real Fans Wait - 09/30/05
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
Snow! Yay!
And Yetis! And lava? And Simon dressed in ridiculous skiing clothes! I may have to go sit out by the slopes just to point and mock. (But only because I love you
)If you can be an idiot, I can be an idiot. - D'Argo
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*gets changed into his kilt and wallace shirt. Hops out into the snow with his bare feet and legs. the snow comes up to his mid-leg.*
Aaaaahhhh. Snow....
--------------------------------------------------------------
Chief Engineer - USS SereniTREE.
http://www.jed-soft.com Gamer Rigs, Budget Prices
http://tomeofgrey.blogspot.com
Real Fans Wait - 09/30/05
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*his strong hands working at her tense shoulders, wonder up her neck...*
*twg shakes herself from her reverie when she hears Grey saying something*
Point of fact: we haven't landed yet.
*twg realizes all her thoughts are of her beloved and she could have missed the landing thing*
okay, maybe we have. I'm not going outside until someone tells me we're not hurtling thru the black.
www.thatweirdgirl.com
---
Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Slightly confused as usual.
Yay we're here!
So it's really hot cause of the volcano lava, but there is snow everywhere?
*Looks down at scantily clad self*
*Runs back to bunk to change and is back within 1/2 second. Now decked out in heavy (but somehow still sexy) pink overalls, teddy bear snow boots, and of course the lovely stocking hat*
Ok. I'm ready?
Red Rover in 4 feet of snow. This should be interesting. Who else is playing?
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Oh, shoes aren't neccessary? Yea!
*Needleseye gleefully pulls off her boots and touches a foot into the snow.*
hmm, crunchy. (like the snail I just stepped on!)
*ties her bootlaces and hangs the heavy things over her shoulder.*
Red Rover 'eh?
*Moves foward and immediately falls into the deep snow. oh that was graceful*
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by montanagirl:Quote:
Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
Snow! Yay!
And Yetis! And lava? And Simon dressed in ridiculous skiing clothes!
And windmills, lots and lots of windmills!!
-Ratboy
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* The Real Me is semi-delirious, still suffering from the Martian Death Flu. *
Quote:
Mai wrote:
Here have a tissue.
*Hands TRM the 12 boxes of tissue, a nice warm blankie, and a steaming bowl of chicken noodle, that all appears out of nowhere*
* The Real Me slurps up the soup, blows his nose loudly, and snuggles into the blankie. Mai is so very nice. *
Quote:
Mai talks about Needleseye:
Thanks for the warning. She seems perfectly harmless to me. I have faith that she is a good, if slightly intimidating non-faerie creature thing. I wasn't really thinking of offering up a binding and somewhat evil and scary contract. Just asking a simple favor in return for a futre favor.
*Hears sharp, scary movie music begin to play in the background*
What was that? Oh well.
What? I didn’t hear anything….
Quote:
About the skiing. Not sure what's scarier, the Yeti or slidinging down a dangerous, crash-inducing hill at ungodly speeds. Believe it or not, I've never been. So I will have to at least try that out.
Yes, skiing can be scarier even than Yeti OR cannibalistic faerie creatures. I’ve never been either, though I live in Colorado.
Quote:
I betcha there's nice handsome instructors to help me along the way. It can't be THAT hard, right?
* The Real Me begins to lose consciousness. *
Yes, it should be easy for you to find some handsome faerie Yeti to… uh… What were we… Huh?
Quote:
Needleseye wrote:
*Smiles at TheRealMe leans in and whispers in his ear*
My you give such sound advice, for one... so young.
* a halo of white daisies appear in Needleseye's hair*
Young? Me?
Daisies?
*The Real Me forces one eye open. Was he talking to Mai or to Needleseye? Perhaps he is merely hallucinating. He decides to play along. *
ThatWeirdGirl is correct. Some of us have sufficient superpowers to deal with any Yeti threat. Why, with her superpower, ThatWeirdGirl alone is probably powerful enough to…
Quote:
Needleseye wrote:
So, who's up for some Yeti on a skewer? Should toast nicely over a lava pit.
*The Real Me’s eyes flash open. *
Needleseye! That was definitely Needleseye!
* The Real Me looks around, noticing that he seems to be alone in a chair in the common room. *
Say, have we landed on Black Diamond already?
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
*Moves foward and immediately falls into the deep snow. oh that was graceful*
Graceful indeed. Here let me help you up.
*Walks over to Needlesyes and holds out hand*
*Proceeds to fall flat on her back from a hidden patch of ice*
Well that went well.
I guess while I'm down here there's only one thing to do.
SNOW ANGELS!
*Flails arms and legs wildly, sending snow flying in every direction*
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
SNOW ANGELS!
Hmm. This seems like a fun activity, I wanna try that.
*begins sweeping arms and legs in snow, happy for the distraction, and laughing at the absurdity. Then needleseye's mind wanders as the snow falls in on her face..... Yeti-kabobs*
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Right, just taken a shuttle pod to the top of the mountain (we do have shuttle pods: they're from the same people who make the Star Trek: Voyager shuttle pods which is good because even if we blow one up every week, there will still be one spare). Obviously, this area has not been pisted for quite a while.
*waves at montanagirl*
Hello! Top of the world! Made it ma!
*laughs manically*
Beginning my descent, now!
*whoooooooooosh*
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
okay, maybe we have. I'm not going outside until someone tells me we're not hurtling thru the black.
www.thatweirdgirl.com
---
Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
**Static finishes flipping switches, etc., etc., finishing the shutdown procedure. He decides, wisely, to leave everything 'primed' for a quick start and quick launch, entering his personal security code, preventing theft.
He stands out of his pilot's chair and exits the cockpit, making a quick stop at his quarters and changing into a tight-fitting 'UnderArmour'(TM) tank top and swim trunks, putting on his beach sandals, and as an afterthought, grabbing a rich leather 'gig bag' shaped suspiciously like an alto saxophone with the name "Layla" embroidered on it in gold thread.**
Okay, folks. . .point me to the jacuzzi with the best view!!!
==================================================
http://burstsofstatic.blogspot.com/
Evil, Lecherous Hump
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by Static:
Okay, folks. . .point me to the jacuzzi with the best view!!!
*twg smiles devilishly at the thought of Static in a jacuzzi….bubbles…steam…next to nothing on…drool*
Wait, am I still daydreaming? anyone? No? Good!
*twg runs to her room...why do I still have a private room?...she pulls on her coveralls up to the waist revealing her bikini, grabs a towel, and a Jayne hat just in case she decides to ski. she runs to catch up with the handsome sax player*
You gonna serenade me with that?
www.thatweirdgirl.com
---
Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me looks around, noticing that he seems to be alone in a chair in the common room. *
Say, have we landed on Black Diamond already?
*jake7 looks up, startled, from the chair she's been sitting in*
Boy, you ARE sick! I'm still here!
From what I've been hearing, it sounds like we're there.
Maybe we need to get you to a room where you can recuperate?
*jake7 digs through the brochure*
Oh! Wonderful! Looks like they have a medical facility -- let's get you over there. Maybe they have a vaccination that will cure you!
*jake7 helps TRM to his feet and they wander off to the medical center. Once there, she drops him off with the medical staff. They take him back to an exam room.*
--------------
MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by jake7:
*They take him back to an exam room.*
Hello TRM, I'll be your doctor today. Now if you'll just have a seat we'll get started right away!!
On an unrelated note. We'll be haveing a Real good stew for dinner, with Real chunks of Real meat!! Yuummy!!!!
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*bump*
==================================================
http://burstsofstatic.blogspot.com/
Evil, Lecherous Hump
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
*waves at montanagirl*
Hello! Top of the world! Made it ma!
*laughs manically*
Beginning my descent, now!
*whoooooooooosh*
*Waves back at SimonWho. Then cringes as she watches him descend, with no care for life and/or limb(s).*
See, there's a reason I don't do that.
Oh, Simon, watch out for that tree!
If you can be an idiot, I can be an idiot. - D'Argo
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* Still in a fever-induced delirium, The Real Me thinks that Jake7 might be taking him someplace. That’s okay. Jake7 is nice, like Mai. He wonders if maybe they are going to get some ice cream. Ice cream would be nice. The Real Me sees no reason that Needleseye should change out of her lovely diaphanous gown and into those bulky grey coveralls. The Real Me wonders if Grey has another complete Sereni-Tree technical manual for him. Hopefully, Grey is getting along okay with Bride4. Perhaps Bride3 could be our bartender, because we could use a bartender. We haven’t had a steady one since Shw disappeared. Shw made us a very nice flag for the tree house. But we're not in a tree house anymore... *
Quote:
Originally posted by jake7:
*They take him back to an exam room.*
* The Real Me realizes that he is sitting again, but it’s not the same chair as before. The Real Me looks around. Is this the ice cream parlor? *
Quote:
Originally posted by Bride7:
Hello TRM, I'll be your doctor today. Now if you'll just have a seat we'll get started right away!!
On an unrelated note. We'll be having a Real good stew for dinner, with Real chunks of Real meat!! Yuummy!!!!
* The Real Me stirs. Wait, THAT’S not Jake7! Did the FemaleReaver escape again? No, wait, that’s one of the Brides, isn’t it? The Real Me didn’t know that one of the Brides was working in an ice cream parlor… *
Two scoops of Rocky Road in a waffle cone, please.
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*Stands up from making THE perfect snow angel*
God. I'm good!
Snow makes me hungry.
Did someone say ice-cream?
*Runs around like a cat chasin' it's tail searching for the ice cream*
WHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA!
Where is it?!
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
Snow makes me hungry.
Did someone say ice-cream?
Uh, I think i need some, too.
Hello TRM, Are you feeling better?
I'm so glad you're among the living.
Grey and Jet/Bride4, yep.
*shrugs and licks the ice cream*
Mmmm!
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* Reclining in the hospital chair under the gentle care of Bride7, The Real Me opens one eye. *
Pssst! Needleseye? I feel fine, thanks. Fully recovered. Went to work today and everything. Oh, is Bride4's real name "Jet"? I missed that.
* The Real Me closes his eye and goes back to whatever was being done to him. *
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me closes his eye and goes back to whatever was being done to him. *
** Stands over TRM softly singing **
"Shoulder, bicep, elbow, arm"
"Forearm, thumb, wrist, knuckle, palm"
"Middle, pinky, index, ring"
"Dinner bell, dinner bell, ding"
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* The Real Me thinks that he MIGHT be getting a massage! *
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me thinks that he might be getting a massage!
And thats something to
about??-Ratboy
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* Reclining in the hospital chair under the gentle care of Bride7, The Real Me opens one eye. *
Pssst! Needleseye? I feel fine, thanks. Fully recovered. Went to work today and everything. Oh, is Bride4's real name "Jet"? I missed that.
Yeah, your description made me think immediately of Tank Girl/ Jet, Naomi Watts character. I don't think any one got it. Ah well.
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Watch out for that tree? What am I, some accident prone George of the Jungle style nitwit who doesn't ...
*whack*
Ow. Okay, who put that rock there?
*wanders around looking for missing ski*
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*twg watches SimonWho speed recklessly down the slope.*
That looks like fun. Can I do that? Can I? I've never done that before. :insert smiley face that hops around excitedly:
*twg puts on her hat and sunglasses. she doesn't have any warm wear, oh well.*
'kay, I'm ready. Who's gonna teach me how to hurtle at breakneck speeds down a volcanic snow covered mountain?
www.thatweirdgirl.com
---
Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*kisses his beloved*
You have fun. I'm of a mind for a soak.
**steps to the lower patio that is home to the large 'party' jacuzzi and steps out of his flight coveralls, then peels off his 'under armour'(tm) tank top, stepping slowly into the steaming water. He locates a jet and sits almost directly in front of it, aiming the stream at one of the 'trouble spots' on his lower back.**
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . This is perfect.
*gestures to the nearest waitstaff*
Double Jameson over the rocks and a Black and Tan.
Thanks
==================================================
http://burstsofstatic.blogspot.com/
Evil, Lecherous Hump
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by Static:
You have fun. I'm of a mind for a soak.
**steps to the lower patio that is home to the large 'party' jacuzzi and steps out of his flight coveralls, then peels off his 'under armour'(tm) tank top, stepping slowly into the steaming water...**
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . This is perfect.
Double Jameson over the rocks and a Black and Tan.
right. I’ll go have fun while you, uh,
*twg looks back to the slope and the broken form of SimonWho. she turns to her beloved, topless and steamy. she repeatedly bangs her head against a nearby column*
*mumbling to herself* crazy fast wheee...very shinexy...dodge crash boom...strong arms...back to the top...wet Static...
*she looks once more at the jacuzzi, keeping her eyes trained on the black and tan. she stumbles away, dizzy from the head banging, nearing a dangerous drop and peers over*
It doesn't look so scary. I bet...*twg loses her footing and topples over the edge...*
www.thatweirdgirl.com
---
Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
...*twg loses her footing and topples over the edge...*
Ah, crap!
**Static leaps from the jacuzzi and races for the edge, grabbing his all-purpose pilot's kit bag (like a duffel bag) and leaps over the edge. Flattening his body out to slow his fall, he quickly rummages through his bag, finding what he needs and straps it to his shoulders. He then lays his arms against his sides and puts his legs together and 'delta dives' towards his plummeting beloved, colliding into her as she falls. He twines his legs around hers and pulls her arms through the straps of his chute and pulls the ripcord at the last possible second. A large "American Flag" chute unfurls above them and Static gently guides them to a soft landing at the base of the cliff.**
Sweetest. . .next time you decide to go base jumping. . .TAKE A CHUTE!!!
==================================================
http://burstsofstatic.blogspot.com/
Evil, Lecherous Hump
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by Static:
Sweetest. . .next time you decide to go base jumping. . .TAKE A CHUTE!!
*eyes wide, a grin plastered to her face*
That was so cool. A little scary there at the beginning, but cool! Can we do that again?
*twg grimaces as she takes a deep breath*
Ow. I think I'll join you in the jacuzzi.
www.thatweirdgirl.com
---
Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
'Cept now I'm soaking wet. . .nearly naked. . .in snow up to my knees. . .at the bottom of a cliff.
*sigh*
Did you say ow? Lemme look.
*Static examines his beloved and notices a growing redness on her side*
That looks bruised. I ran into you pretty hard. Does this hurt?
**presses the red area gently**
==================================================
http://burstsofstatic.blogspot.com/
Evil, Lecherous Hump
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by Bride7:Quote:
** Stands over TRM softly singing **
"Shoulder, bicep, elbow, arm"
"Forearm, thumb, wrist, knuckle, palm"
"Middle, pinky, index, ring"
"Dinner bell, dinner bell, ding"
*jake7, sitting in the waiting room, gets a sudden crawling sensation. She thinks to herself*
Something's not right here...
*She looks at the clock and realizes it's been quite some time since she helped TRM back to the exam room. She also realizes she hasn't seen any other medical staff for quite some time. Alarmed, she runs back to the exam room where she left TRM. She sees Bride7 standing over TRM singing a strange little tune with a look on her face something similar to Needleseye when hungry*
Hey! Get away from him!
*jake7 bum rushes Bride7 and knocks her away from TRM, who is sitting in the exam chair, delirious with fever. Bride7 is knocked unconscious. jake7 quickly digs through the drawers in the room looking for some kind of diagnostic. Finding one in the last drawer (why is it always the last one you look in?) uses it to see if TRM is ok. The green light flashes and then lists the vaccine needed. A needle pops out and jake7 administers the shot. TRM jumps in pain*
Sorry, TRM! But this pain may be better than what Bride7 had in mind for you!
*TRM slowly returns to coherence. jake7 grabs him by the arm and drags him out of the medical center.*
Whew! You OK now, TRM?
--------------
MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*twg's eyes lose focus as she takes in the sight of a chilled, wet, and excited Static*
Hmmm? Oh right, yes, you did bump into me.
Quote:
**presses the red area gently**
*a soft hiss leaves her lips*
No, not much. I should be fine. Really.
*twg leans into the strong arms supporting her*
You know, you might catch your death of cold out here. Let me warm you up a bit.
*she wraps her arms around his chest. scooting as close as she can. she presses her body to his, tightening her hold on him. barely opening her mouth, she breathes hot air across his chest.*
See, better.
*as Static returns the strong hug, twg hisses again.*
www.thatweirdgirl.com
---
Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by jake7:
(why is it always the last one you look in?)
Ummmmm. . .even if it's in the FIRST place you look, it's still in the last place you look.
Think about it.
==================================================
http://burstsofstatic.blogspot.com/
Evil, Lecherous Hump
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by Static:Quote:
Ummmmm. . .even if it's in the FIRST place you look, it's still in the last place you look.
Think about it.
True, but also, you've looked in every conceivable place, decide that this is the absolute LAST place you're going to look and Lo and Behold! There it is!
Hence, the last place you looked!
We now return you to your regularly scheduled thread...
--------------
MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
**kisses his beloved tenderly, then steps over to where his kit bag landed and the contents scattered somewhat, and digs out his comlink**
TRM. . .or anyone else who can do 'portals'. . .can anyone read me? TWG and I are at the bottom of a cliff, we could really use some assistance getting back up to the jacuzzi deck?
**shivers violently and slips his arms back around his beloved**
I hope someone responds soon. . .I'm freezing my arse off out here.
==================================================
http://burstsofstatic.blogspot.com/
Evil, Lecherous Hump
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* The medication administered by Jake7 slowly begins to take effect. The Real Me shakes his head vigorously in an attempt to clear out the cobwebs. What is going on? Where is his ice cream? Why is Jake7 dragging him out of the hospital? *
* He blinks. *
Wow. I haven’t been that goofy since I got caught in the area of effect of ThatWeirdGirl’s superpower!
Now, what are…
OH!
* The Real Me stands on his own, dusts himself off, and pulls his com-link device out of a pocket. *
Hmmmm… This sounds suspiciously like the time when we had two Rats…
* The Real Me keys the communicator and puts it to his ear. *
Hello, Bride2? Yes, it’s Me. Can you please go check to see if it’s the FemaleReaver that we have locked up in the FemaleReaver’s cage? No, no, I understand that it LOOKS like the FemaleReaver. But remember, she is a master of disguise. See if the person in the cage is really Bride7 made up to LOOK like the FemaleReaver.
* The Real Me listens attentively to the com device. *
Well, of COURSE take someone in with you! The FemaleReaver is brilliant, crafty, quick, and dangerous! Take Bride1 with her katana, and the Ebo Golem. Draw a Spam-slinger gun from the armory if you like. Remember the safety protocols I developed for dealing with her. Yes, yes, I’ll wait.
* 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. *
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.
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* The Real Me gets a beep on his com-link. He puts it to his ear. *
Hello? This is Me.
Well, yes, I think that I am the only one who can make dimensional portals per se, but SimonWho’s blue box has capabilities that far…
Oh, of course! Right away!
* The Real Me extends his hand. A spot of light appears in mid-air, growing to become a ring of fire surrounding a dark void. From this hole in reality step ThatWeirdGirl and Static, under-clothed, shivering in each other’s arms and dripping with snow. *
Sorry for the delay.
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* The Real Me gets another beep on his com-link. He puts it to his ear. *
Hello? This is Me. Uh huh. Uh huh. Yes, I see.
* The Real Me puts away his com device and looks up at those around him. *
Well, the good news is that it really was Bride7 back in that hospital, preparing to do unspeakable things to me.
The bad news is that the FemaleReaver is apparently out of her cage. She is the one who just now called.
* The Real Me sighs. *
I suppose I better check on this. Anyone else coming?
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me extends his hand. A spot of light appears in mid-air, growing to become a ring of fire surrounding a dark void. From this hole in reality step ThatWeirdGirl and Static, under-clothed, shivering in each other’s arms and dripping with snow. *
Thank you!
**grabs TWG by the hand and drags her off to the jacuzzi**
==================================================
http://burstsofstatic.blogspot.com/
Evil, Lecherous Hump
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*stands knee deep in the snow looking at a whole heck of a lot of stuff happen, though little of it directly important to him at the moment.*
Well. Ok.
*shrugs and makes for the covered jacuzzi (because that only makes sense) and hits the small adjoining men's room to change into his trunks. He rummages through the liquour cabinet/wine rack next to the tub (what hot tub wouldn't have a bar next to it I ask you?) and pops open a bottle of North Carolina Muscadine red wine. (Good stuff, that. Grown and fermented in my home town). Grabs a glass and pours himself some. Then, thinking, grabs the other three and puts them nearby as he slips into the jacuzzi.*
--------------------------------------------------------------
Chief Engineer - USS SereniTREE.
http://www.jed-soft.com Gamer Rigs, Budget Prices
http://tomeofgrey.blogspot.com
Real Fans Wait - 09/30/05
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
In the future I think that we need to restrict Bride7’s access to the kitchen.
WOO!!HOO!! My ploy to avoid the grunt work in the kitchen has been a huge success, no more peeling potatos for me!!
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
The FemaleReaver is apparently out of her cage. She is the one who just now called.
I suppose I better check on this. Anyone else coming?
*Rat pulls up in the General.*
Hop in! As you can see, I'v done some moding to the General! He now has external Spam-slingers, extra armor, and a cage in the back seat. Let's go get our wayward babes!!
-Ratboy
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Sweet mods, Rat, but... uh...
Well, we have to check INSIDE the Sereni-Tree. That's where the FemaleReaver's containment area is.
I haven't folded space inside Sereni-Tree enough that you could fly THAT thing inside her!
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
I suppose I better check on this. Anyone else coming?
Hmm, perhaps I should help?
*Needleseye clears her throat ' ahm-mm-mmm' , cracks her toes and follows TheRealMe back into SereniTree.*
Reaver huh?
Remember when you said I was ancient, TRM?
*sidewards glance*
I didn't care for it.
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
I haven't folded space inside Sereni-Tree enough that you could fly THAT thing inside her!
Just get in!!
*RealMe and Needles get in and close the door. Rat pushes a button on the dash, and the General shrinks to about 8 inches long.*(Did you ever see that episode of DS9? Same thing!)
The miniaturization field only extends a few inches, so DON'T GET OUT!!!!
-Ratboy
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by needleseye:
Remember when you said I was ancient, TRM?
*sidewards glance*
I didn't care for it.
Oh! Ahem!
Well, I offer you my most humble apologies, then, Needleseye. However, I assure you that when I used the term "ancient", it was intended in the most reverent and flattering way!
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* A spot of light appears on one wall of the Sereni-Tree’s common room. It expands to become a ring of fire surrounding a dark void. From this hole in reality comes… nothing. *
* But high on the opposite wall, above the third-level balcony overlooking the common room, a second dimensional portal opens. Out of it flies the tiny General Lee containing Rat, TheRealMe, and Needleseye. The miniature vehicle hovers around above the balcony, offering its occupants a view of the entire common room below. *
I don’t see her. Damn! I thought that first portal would be a good distraction.
* With the wave of his hand, The Real Me closes both portals. He is still looking down into the common room. He sees something, then shivers, utterly creepified. He gulps and points. *
Is that a HEAD in a SACK on top of the pool table?
* Heedless of all else, 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. The Real Me scrambles to his feet, runs to the nearest stairwell, and descends the stairs, taking them two and three at a time. He dashes out into the common room toward the pool table. *
Oh, no!
* The Real Me reaches out to the center of the pool table and grabs the sack. He upends the sack and out falls Sparky’s head. He picks it up. *
Alas, poor Sparky! And I just got him repaired! Now I’ll have to start over! But why leave this here, where…
* The Real Me freezes, and gulps again, eyes glancing down. Then he very calmly, very slowly bends down and looks UNDER the pool table, realizing that he has probably fallen into a terrible trap. Under the pool table, he finds… Sparky’s body, impaled by Bride1’s katana, leaking hydraulic fluid all over Cozen’s Chair of Pleasurable Torture. *
Whew!
Uh, I mean, poor Sparky!
* The Real Me tosses Sparky’s head over his shoulder and wrenches Bride1’s katana free from Sparky’s chest. He walks over to a wall-mounted computer link. *
Computer, locate the FemaleReaver!
The FemaleReaver is in the FemaleReaver’s cage in the West Wing.
Well, then!
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*Suddenly quite scaley and dark eyed, Needleseye rips off any remaining clothing . Her lower limbs have become finned, tentacle like appendages.
She begins to mouth indistinguishable words lowly, it becomes a heavy rolling sound.*
If you see Bride1, may I suggest you protect your ears?
*From a corridor there's a form hurling itself toward the TRM. Needleseye slithers from the General gaining size. TheRealMe and Rat can only watch.
Bride1 lunges and Needleseye lurches forward, grabbing her by the throat. Bride1 has two sharp kitchen knives and lashes out, ripping into N's scaled flesh. Blood spatters their faces sending both into a frenzy.
The Bride 1 bites a tentacle with a grin.
Needleseye's song takes a piercing pitch and that naughty Bride1 begins to bleed from all orafices.
The last note of the song, clear and perfect, shatters Bride1's head.*
B*tch.
*Needleseye licks the stump that was Bride1's neck*
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* 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?
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
As I said before, Needleseye, I intended to use the word in a most reverent and flattering manner!
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*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.
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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!
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
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by Rat:
So, it's "N" now?.....Shiny!!
-Ratboy
Narration speed purposes only.
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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!
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Yes! Lets continue the picnic shall we?
Mrrrrp! *Needleseye spits up a knuckle bone*
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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?
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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!
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* 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?
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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*
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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...
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* 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. *
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* 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!
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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*
---
TMBG! WOOT!
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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.)
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*blinks at the random and fast posting. blinks again. and a third time. raises his left eyebrow.*
--------------------------------------------------------------
Chief Engineer - USS SereniTREE.
http://www.jed-soft.com Gamer Rigs, Budget Prices
http://tomeofgrey.blogspot.com
Real Fans Wait - 09/30/05
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
*blinks at the random and fast posting...
Yeah I had to abreviate myself to keep up!
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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!
--------------
MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* 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. *
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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.
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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*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*
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*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
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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.**
==================================================
http://burstsofstatic.blogspot.com/
Evil, Lecherous Hump
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*passes Static two glasses and the bottle.*
Dink. I'm in the hot tub. Thanks for joining.
--------------------------------------------------------------
Chief Engineer - USS SereniTREE.
http://www.jed-soft.com Gamer Rigs, Budget Prices
http://tomeofgrey.blogspot.com
Real Fans Wait - 09/30/05
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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?
If you can be an idiot, I can be an idiot. - D'Argo
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
TWG in a bikini!!!!
[img] 
[/img]
==================================================
http://burstsofstatic.blogspot.com/
Evil, Lecherous Hump
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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!
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
good grief! men!
right then... back to the story.
www.thatweirdgirl.com
---
Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Oh. . .I've seen it.
About a couple MILLION times. It's my desktop wallpaper.
==================================================
http://burstsofstatic.blogspot.com/
Evil, Lecherous Hump
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:Quote:
*A dimensional portal opens in front of Jake7. The Real Me's head pokes out.*
*jake7 jumps, startled*
Quote:
Hi, Jake7.
Oh! Hi, TRM! Guess I'm a little jumpy...
Quote:
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!
Quote:
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?
--------------
MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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?
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
MG, why don't you join us in the hunt? I'm sure RealMe can beam you aboard the General!!
-Ratboy
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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.
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Wakes up again. Not sure what to say, not having seen the snow since the Army.
This G-string just wont due.
Go sign my Guest Book,
http://www.geocities.com/thisbrownhouse
Then download Serenity,
http://homepage.mac.com/rocketplane/FileSharing8.html
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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.
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
*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.
www.thatweirdgirl.com
---
Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
* 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.)
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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*
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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.
Go sign my Guest Book,
http://www.geocities.com/thisbrownhouse
Then download Serenity,
http://homepage.mac.com/rocketplane/FileSharing8.html
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Jake7 = woman
www.thatweirdgirl.com
---
Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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
NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME