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Well, I think this monstrously clever title deserves a bit of explanation: Way back there was a thing called Come To The Galley, a sort of welcoming thread here at FFF.net. It was set in Serenity, which, in addition to her regular crew, was populated by a tabby, a (floral)bunny, a Radar system, a guy named RocketJock, and was the site of daily and nightly speaks and goings-on. A man named GrimJack and a woman named Flywithmecaptn presided, although back then it was quite willy-nilly, but not as willy-nilly as it would come to be. But then, something happened, something that could be construed as bad, something that could be construed as awful, but something that could also be construed as a bit of good. I decided to get ‘welcomed,’ with the aid of one of my close personal friends. I started out as a stowaway speaking of a love bot, and met my end at the hands of said love bot. Before I was ‘killed,’ however, my antics dissuaded people from ever returning to Come To The Galley. I didn’t notice, and at the time, I didn’t care. So, I decided I should return and troll about a bit more. Grabbing the thread and beating it to my own drum, I forced it to take a strange direction. This forcing was almost stopped, but nobody had the heart to give me a toss. So came the true transformation of Come To The Galley into Life Onboard Serenity, I think the 3rd FFF.net based RPG. Then came the adventuring, which I vainly tried to center around my own little fusion of my character and myself, thankfully often refuted by a loved few. The threads lasted until well after my 14th birthday A few months ago, the threads ended. I don’t know why, I don’t know precisely when, but it did. After LOS was gone, I realized how much they mattered to me. I tried other role-plays, my favorite creative outlet (both virtual and physical) but nothing had the raw spark that LOS had. It was more about the camaraderie than the story, I think, and I managed to earn redemption for unwittingly ruining a nice comfortable welcome thread, but helped create something different and fun. We were the LOS crew, myself, DrPain, SameErtia, Flywithmecaptn, JRC, JTTF, GWWAFFOHO, Bigwolf18, Experiment62, Shipscat…and there were others that I can’t remember at this time. What I’m getting towards is that I want the crew back. I miss it, as you could hopefully draw from the above text. So, this thread is the start of Life Onboard Serenity: Season 2. In a last-ditch attempt to get it back, I’m starting this blog for the people looking for a loose, easy, and tolerant RPG, conveniently located at the Firefly hotspot of the internet. If you wanna join up, or rejoin, then leave something here, an application, a thumbs up, anything. I’m gonna check up on this entry at the end of June, and if it’s got enough, then come on in for Season 2. If not…then I guess it is time to say goodbye. -13r

SHIMAUMA

This last session was a whole lot of nothing going on mostly, but because I really like my character, I'm gonna tell you what she did. One of the players is my hubby, and he's playing a non-fightin' type, Sylas, who's greedy and has friends in low places. He decides to get things interesting in the game by buying a poker table for our ship. He gets the table but no seats, so the next time we get stuck on a world because our pilot is recovering from "food poisoning" he sends me out to buy things for his table, like furniture polish, paint and barstools. The general store had furniture polish, but no barstools. When Goose asked where she might locate barstools, the merchant of the store says, ..."a bar?" She obviously meant barstools for sale, but decides to see if the town saloon would have extras they were willing to part with. Goose walks in with the list, intending to bargain or some such, but I guess female com'ny's in short supply because the patrons start getting fresh...in broad daylight! And I have clearly described my character as ugly, like a younger version of the old lady that shot Mal in the pilot episode. But the GM doesn't make the distinction, and being the brawling type that I am I knee the guy blocking my way to the door. That doesn't do enough damage to put him down though since, according to our GM, the groin doesn't get the +4 damage modifier listed in the book as a vital area. I argue, but no leeway, I have to hit this guy for 3 rounds to put him on the floor. Standing with one foot on his chest Goose shouts "NEXT!", but nobody's willing. So I tell our GM that I grab the nearest barstool and walk out. He says "They don't have any barstools," it's one of those old timey saloons where they stand at the bar. So I say, "I grab a chair and walk out" just hoping to get something for my trouble. He tells me I'd have to approach folks sitting in the chairs to get one, and not wanting to endanger myself further as I am alone, I walk out empty handed. Goose gets back to the ship and tosses Sylas the furniture polish and my hubby, playing Sylas says "Where are my barstools?" Needless to say, there was ROFL all around the table. We're going to be robbing a statue of a ship out of the El Dorado Pleasure cruiser lobby next game session. Anybody with any ideas on how to accomplish this is welcome to post a reply.

ROXYFREEFALL

Well, I kinda knew this might happen, but silly 'hoping' me just didn't want to think it was true... I won't be attending Dragon Con this year. Y'all have no idea how very upset I am 'bout this. I've been so very bummed. I actually had a lil savings set aside and had just enough to get all I needed to get to Atlanta. Then a couple of really bad things happened to the house and a couple surprise bills and there went the money and then some. I know it shouldn't be the end of the world or anything, but I was just so very excited to meet all my fellow Browncoats. Y'all have been so wonderful and a chance to meet a bunch of you was just something that made me very happy. I am [i]definitely[/i] planning on going next year, but just the fact that this seemed like such a sure thing at the time and then it was just taken away. Feeling pretty crap right now. My hubby, Jon, saw how upset I was and said that maybe we could scrape together the money, but I wouldn't want to put us in a hole no matter how happy it made me. I'm so sorry that I won't be able to meet y'all. Save your hugs up for next year and just give me twice as many, ok? :smile:

CEDRIC

I even got to ask her questions about the upcoming season of BSG! There's a full account of my weekend at the DFW CSTS 2007 screening at my blog: fithelere.livejournal.com See you there!

WYNTER

Bear with me, cos I ramble. The day started off a bit badly - with doors scheduled to open at 10am and the movie starting at 10:30am; with us aiming to arrive at the Filmhouse by 9:30am to set-up, and allocate jobs to volunteers at 9:45am, we didn't have much time to get things running anyway. But Jennifer (co-organiser) was late in getting to my house, and I was worrying about everything fitting in her mum's car, and also about running out of time. The next 10 minutes were full of stress and yelling, but thankfully, Zack (my cousin) arrived early and took half of the stuff in his car, so that settled me down some. Though not much. Arriving at the Filmhouse 10 minutes behind schedule, we found the Front of House Manager just opening up, and two volunteers (Alison and Kerri, friends) already waiting. Cue unpleasant thoughts and stress about our lateness and the consequences. I orchestrated the swag-carrying inside, and I had just set down the last box in the entrance area when I turned round to find 4 unknown males standing there alongside known helpers (mainly family and friends). First thought was "who the hell are these guys?" Introductions quickly established that they were in fact the guys who had either volunteered through MySpace or been volunteered by others to help out on the day. Second thought was "yes! More people to help carry and get this shit going!" We got all the stuff upstairs to the cinema screen in one trip, and everything dumped at the front on the stage when I found everyone looking at me suddenly, as if I was supposed to tell them what to do next. Which I kinda was, but it made me feel very nervous - I was put off by the fact that some of the people there weren't actually on my list and didn't have jobs already allocated, which meant I felt a bit lost in regards to what people were doing. Of all the stupid things! At this point, a voice in my head was screaming at me to get a fucking grip and get a move on, because we were fast losing time until the audience started to arrive, and nothing was getting done. So I listened. Thankfully, our group of minions (the stickers went down a storm, by the way) were awesome. Once I got over my initial stupidity and sorted out who was doing what, everyone went about their way and took up their positions efficiently - we had people ready to take pictures, hand out goody bags, collect donations, sell t-shirts, and sell raffle tickets. The good feeling wasn't set to last though - I was still setting up the raffle prizes on the front of the stage when Jen came running back and announced that the audience had started to arrive. Cue panic. It turned out that things weren't going as balls-up as I thought it might, though. Evident by the fact that everything looked suspiciously like it was running smoothly, and the fact that everyone kept telling me to calm down and chill. The arriving audience was cool, Jen and I both got a lot of people coming up to each of us and thanking us for organising the event, telling us well done and the like. It felt bizarre but also wonderful. And personally, since I've had correspondence with a lot of randoms recently, it was great finally being able to put faces to names, especially when they were such enthusiastic and friendly Browncoats! Special mention goes to Christopher, an LA native who was here on holiday, and who drove 5 hours from the Isle of Skye to Edinburgh for the screening. He rocks hard. The seats filled up fairly quickly, and it looked like we actually had quite a good-sized audience, thought I don't know the exact number for sure. I've emailed my contact at the theatre so I'm hoping to find that out soon! Will update when I do. The half hour flew by and soon it came time for us to make our lil' speech before the movie started (the Front of House Manager and Projectionist kindly offered us an extra 10 minutes, so we could fit in everything we needed to beforehand). Crunch-time, and making our way up the stage steps, Jen and I were both more than a little shaky - we needn't have been. Unexpectedly, the ent