The Rukus Beach Party
POSTED BY: thatweirdgirl
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 29, 2005 17:15
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Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
Right so we've got myself, PsychicRiver, TheRealMe and Rat on one team; Static, twg, mai on another. Recruit one more and we'll get started.
*mind wanders back*
Er, how about Malicious?
BTW, I checked the future and my team wins. Still want to play everyone? Mrs. Static?
Mal-licious
Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell
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*sneezes*
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue." 
"We can take care of each other. I'll knit!"
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Quote:
Originally posted by Malicious:
BTW, I checked the future and my team wins. Still want to play everyone? Mrs. Static?
*twg begins to back away from Static, trying very hard not to look guilty of anything, she looks around*
um...is that me?
cause you're on my team...
*my team wins
whoohoo!!! we win!!! but lets play anyway, could be fun.
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posted by PR:
sneezes
*rolling timpani are heard echoing thru the sky...a black obelisk suddenly appears hovering in the sky...it lowers to twg's chest, covering what her top had hidden from view*
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*a strange VWORRP VWORRP wheezing and groaning sound is heard*
*SimonWho emerges from a tall blue box nearby on the beach*
Just altered the timeline a little so that we win the match instead. Nothing to worry about, there shouldn't be any side-effects.
Er.....
TWG always did have two heads, didn't she?
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*watches. waits. gets back in Aegis and takes a spin in space. Where it's safer.*
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Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
*a strange VWORRP VWORRP wheezing and groaning sound is heard*
Er.....
TWG always did have two heads, didn't she?
*BJS is perched on J7's shoulder, happily munching on pecan remnants plucked from her hair.*
*Notices she now has at least a third ear.*
Squoo! Moonwish: post hatt!
*Six volleyballs, pulsing in random dimensions, float away from the beach that is now perpendicular to the bio-luminescent lake, en route to TRM, who is scrunched into a '62 Austin Healy sportser. *
*Winged, diaper clad Malcolm Reynolds's with dragonfly eyes sing baroque arias in time to the ryhthmic beats of bald eagles dressed in tailed tuxedos . The tallest eagle escorts Mal-licious to a rendezvous with the Infinite Goof. The Seven Brides, drooling honeyed eels, distribute 4 million Euros amongst the beach partiers. Peace and Love hang from clouds sagging from eucalyptus trees whirling on Sikorsy tail rotors, discussing sexual disfunction amongst schizophrenic zebras.*
*Static surveys the double TWG, and without hesitation grows another mouth to accommodate the situation.*
*Mai is wearing 64 bikinis atop her sportin' gear, but seems alone in having the right number of body parts.*
*Rat does.... It's hard to tell what Ratboy does.*
*BJS preens his new unicorny horn. Makes to send a message to Rukus management, get 'em to find and disable the bluebox, but finds the line is busy.*
***
Uh-oh
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Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:Quote:
Originally posted by Malicious:
Mrs. Static?
um...is that me?
Ooops! No, sweetie, that's just the regular Static. Someone (SimoneWho?) had said earlier that he (Static) was an honorary woman, so I just went there.
Mal-licious
Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell
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Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
*Winged, diaper clad Malcolm Reynolds's with dragonfly eyes sing baroque arias in time to the ryhthmic beats of bald eagles dressed in tailed tuxedos . The tallest eagle escorts Mal-licious to a rendezvous with the Infinite Goof. The Seven Brides, drooling honeyed eels, distribute 4 million Euros amongst the beach partiers. Peace and Love hang from clouds sagging from eucalyptus trees whirling on Sikorsy tail rotors, discussing sexual disfunction amongst schizophrenic zebras.*
Uh-oh
This is BEAUTIFUL. It should be engraved somewhere, on something relatively permanent, like Stonehenge or just below someone's nose on Mount Rushmore. Has a kind of poetry to it, sir.
Mal-licious
Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell
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Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
*BJS is perched on J7's shoulder, happily munching on pecan remnants plucked from her hair.*
*Notices she now has at least a third ear.*
Squoo! Moonwish: post hatt!
*Six volleyballs, pulsing in random dimensions, float away from the beach that is now perpendicular to the bio-luminescent lake, en route to TRM, who is scrunched into a '62 Austin Healy sportser. *
*Winged, diaper clad Malcolm Reynolds's with dragonfly eyes sing baroque arias in time to the ryhthmic beats of bald eagles dressed in tailed tuxedos . The tallest eagle escorts Mal-licious to a rendezvous with the Infinite Goof. The Seven Brides, drooling honeyed eels, distribute 4 million Euros amongst the beach partiers. Peace and Love hang from clouds sagging from eucalyptus trees whirling on Sikorsy tail rotors, discussing sexual disfunction amongst schizophrenic zebras.*
*Static surveys the double TWG, and without hesitation grows another mouth to accommodate the situation.*
*Mai is wearing 64 bikinis atop her sportin' gear, but seems alone in having the right number of body parts.*
*Rat does.... It's hard to tell what Ratboy does.*
*BJS preens his new unicorny horn. Makes to send a message to Rukus management, get 'em to find and disable the bluebox, but finds the line is busy.*
Uh-oh
* The Real Me scrambles out of the '62 Austin Healy sportser and looks about at all the chaos. He blinks at the Malcom Reynolds cherub thing, and shivers. *
Creepifying!
* He sees the six volleyballs. *
Well, THAT I can fix.
* The Real Me claps his hands and the volleyballs merge together in an odd way that actually hurts the eyes to view. *
It was only one volleyball after all, just folded through higher dimensions.
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