The S.S. SereniTree's Homecoming
POSTED BY: thatweirdgirl
UPDATED: Wednesday, June 1, 2005 23:44
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If this is not acceptable to you, I'm sure we can work something out.
Rat, Rat, Rat. Now really, these terms are terrible. Why don't I just acquire things for myself and give somethings to Sereni-Tree and keep the rest for me. What can you give me I don't already have?
*Looks winsomely at large spherical ship still stuck to the side of Sereni-Tree, then notices meteor troll licking TRM*
Awwww TRM you seem to have a new friend, perhaps you should name him seeing as it has abandoned me.
*Loud explosion comes from 200ft away with a bright pink dust cloud*
What the hell...
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* TheRealMe notices the nearby explosion. *
Right! The war! Okay, everybody has seen the shack. Now, get back on board the Sereni-Tree! We’re taking off IMMEDIATELY! Yes, even you locals are welcome, if you want protection. Somebody stick the Captain safely back under the pool table! PsychicRiver, levitate her there, if you please.
* TheRealMe talks into his personal com-link, while striding back to the Sereni-Tree’s auxiliary air-lock. *
Jet! With Needleseye out here, I’m betting you’re still in Main Engineering. Good. Get the engines prepped for immediate lift-off. Right. Change of plans. Get our weapons charged, as well. Huh? What do you mean, “down for maintenance”?
* TheRealMe touches a control on his com-link. *
Static, please report to the Bridge!
* He touches another control. *
Soul? Kindly get to the auxiliary entry hatch. I’d like you to keep a list of any new folks we have coming on board. Or send one of the Zoe clones to do it, if you like.
* The meteor troll picks up TheRealMe, and gives him a friendly lick. *
Ugh! Oh, I mean, thanks. Up that ladder, big fella.
* The meteor troll happily carries TheRealMe up the ladder and into the auxiliary airlock hatch. *
* TheRealMe turns his head to look back at Emma. *
Emma, if you would kindly accompany me to the Bridge, you can tell us all about this enemy. And… what did YOU call this troll?
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Quote:Aye-aye!
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Somebody stick the Captain safely back under the pool table! PsychicRiver, levitate her there, if you please.
*PR turns to Ebo, and focus his energy and she slowly starts to rise off the ground... as she rises PR notices that Ebo has a penii.*
Whoops! Your not Ebo!
*PR drops the Ebo golem back tot he ground, then turns to the real Ebo and using his telekinetic energies, lifts her up, at some disagreement from the great captain.*
Sorry, captain!
*PR gently sets Ebo down under the pool table and then joins most of the gang in the cargo bay.*
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
Summer Glau to me - "You are so photogenic."
Me -
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* Halfway up the ladder, cradled in the arm of a meteor troll, TheRealMe sighs and shakes his head. *
You know, PsychicRiver, that joke wasn't all that funny the first twenty times you told it...
But don't leave the Ebo Golem behind, either. It's much too useful.
* TheRealMe notices some protest from the real Ebo. *
Oh, hey, are you awake, Captain? I had assumed that you were indulging in an Ice-Cream-Guy-induced torpor. Do you have any orders? I was sort of planning on saving us all.
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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*A weirdish blur just kinda happens in the exact centre of the Sereni-Tree's common room. From the midst of the blur, cozen re-forms into a corporeal state. Unfortunately, he re-forms in a dimension in which gravity plays a signifcant part. Thus, he plummets for a bit, thudding to the floor.*
Okay, yeah, like OUCH already. Sigh. The nth dimension was fascinating, but doin' the math was driving me batty. Still, an interesting vacation, so, thanks for the boost, TWG.
*Is clothing challenged, yet again. Balled in his fist is a chunk of platinum.*
*Ebo floats by.*
Heya, cap'n. Things is proceeding as per usual, I see. Say, Me, see ya got yerself a ride.
*cozen hands chunk of platinum to meteor troll. Mt sniffs chunk, drops TheRealMe, then smiles appreciatively before eating the metal.*
One of the first things ya learn in the nth dimension: meteor trolls like their minerals. Just sayin'
Lessee.... Hmm, back on Earth-That-Is, eh? And there's a war goin on? Shit. Here I was all ready to build a chocolate jacuzzi for MG, and now I'm probably gonna hafta take up arms in order to help save our krazy krew.
Work, work.
First, however, a nap.
*Heads off to Mai's bunk, there to make reparations with Molly. En route, kidnaps Emma, just for the practice.*
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But, look at it! *Points at Ebo golem's crotch*
*Laughs*
Ahh, it still gets me.
*Rolls eyes at TRM's request and mumbles under his breathe* It's all work, work, work...
*Ebo golem slowly rises up into the air, and is put back on board S.S. Serenity.*
So, TRM, where to now? The Tree?
What about staying for the war? Looks like it's gonna be a good one!
Ahh...I remember our war with the 3 switches thread...good times. Shortly before Christmas, when I was tied to the stake and deemed the Christmas tree. *Stares into space* Oh, memories.
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
Summer Glau to me - "You are so photogenic."
Me -
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*ducks under the pool table and starts poking ebo*
ebo! get up! c'mon, i don't want to have to give another...speech! *shudders*
*begins to stuff herself with kraft american cheese singles for comfort*
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Put me down, help, help
*Emma screams an ear-piercing scream, waving her legs about uselessly. Being a somewhat pathetic creature she is unable to be free of Cozen, who is carrying her over his shoulder*
I am supposed to go with TRM and tell him about the evil empire, the one with the dodgy haircuts and particularly unpleasant breath not be carried off by you - help, help!
*Tries frantically to wave for attention and makes a mental note to a) name her next troll and b) not buy anything else from Tyroshi traders of Maqwil - they lie*
*They pass a chocolate fountain. Emma puts her hand in it and after testing the goods, makes another mental note to find a way to bottle it and sell it to the Tyroshi traders of Maqwil at the first available opportunity*
TRM, PR, Rat, anybody help, please... I have marmite on my ship... and weapons, exciting ones
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*twg frantically runs in circles…up the stairs to the commons, round the bar, across the hall to the dorms, back down to the engineering room…over and over and over.*
What do I do?! What!!!! Do I celebrate our homecoming…I could go for a sit down at the old clubhouse hammocks…OR do I try and figure out what I did to Cozen? What's that? Cozen is okay? Cool. Why is my mind talking to me? Cripes!
*on her fourth trip through the shuttle bay, twg trips over something*
Huh? Hooollllyyy….Grey! hey Doc, we need some help down here. He’s breathing but unconscious. *twg examines the area around TGJ. She finds tiny bits of mecha scattered around the floor.* Uh oh. Crap….how am I gonna keep this from Grey? He’s gonna wake up and be upset when he finds out I’ve lost Aegis.
*twg begins to scoot towards the door*
Um, I’m just gonna go check out the old sauna.
War shmar. Thhbbbttt. I'm taking back our clubhouse!
*twg dives for the hatchway slipping out just as the doors close*
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Hmmm. This one seems to be struggling. And, I could do without the screaming. Raises ethical issues.
*Dismisses ethical issues. Seeking succour, they make a beeline for TRM.*
*Carries on to Serenity's rose garden in the greenhouse closet. Gently gently lays Emma upon the soft grass. With easy expertise, uses satin cording to tie her to the maple tree. Secures a fine claret to compliment the basil pesto pasta dinner, then spoon feeds creme brulée until he detects an appropriate level of satiation.*
*After the pedicure and comprehensive foot massage, slowly unties the cords.*
Thanks, Emma. The skills were kinda getting rusty, y'know? Needed workin' on. Here....
*tosses Emma keys to yellow Ferrari, long abandoned by Mal-l, who was bored with it anyway*
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