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The Tree-Clubhouse Gang are (almost) grounded

POSTED BY: cozen
UPDATED: Monday, June 6, 2005 16:30
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Friday, June 3, 2005 12:30 AM

*gets in his own hammock, or rather the hammock that he has just decided to claim as his own*

I don’t know who’s on drinks but Innocence is the one to speak of in terms of music.

*After a little while ctc gets up and mixes a soda, two parts orange soda, one part coka cola, one part root beer, one part cherry coke, in that order. Neither shaken nor stirred, mixed only by pouring*

I can see why you like it here.

*gets back in the hammock.*

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Friday, June 3, 2005 1:06 AM

Squelchy chocolate splashes and generally joyful voices recede, becoming inaudible. His corporeal form is restrained by the edifice that is Sereni-Tree, though his mind gropes to the earth outside, reaches to the sky. His vision and clarity expand even as his sense of self reduces to the frivolous and inane. As he negotiates a sticky exit from the jacuzzi, the internal conflicts manifest into a single tear. A tear that is a microcosm of all that struggles to be, that succeed and fail with glory and ignominy, that live to effect changes and die without impact on its known universe. A tear, within which the fabulously extraordinary and egregiously mundane hurtle together, is drawn by inevitable gravity to impact with forces that will render this unique little bauble into incalculable other states.

We are losing, have lost, old friends. We have gained, are gaining, new friends.

The tree continues its growth.

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After indulging in a ridiculously long hot shower, he ties down Needleseye’s “borrowed” sarong into a skimpyish loincloth. Secures a few gallons of tequila, Cointreau and lime juice, and a bag o’ salt, and hikes on over to the ol’ Clubhouse. Waves at Serenity flitting about on angelic wings, wonderin’ what the hell just happened.



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Friday, June 3, 2005 1:43 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by christhecynic:
...gets in his own hammock...




Uh, TWG? You wanna talk to him about the hammocks at the clubhouse?

Mal-licious

"Let's go be bad guys."

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Friday, June 3, 2005 2:10 AM

*Gets out of the hammock and looks at it suspiciously*

What don’t I know?

*looks through historical records but the trail runs cold when he hits Thursday, March 17, 2005 20:02*

What should I know?

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Friday, June 3, 2005 2:13 AM

Too right, Mal.

Okay,Guys...I actually mean the men folk...the hammocks are for the ladies. Sorry.

There are plentiful other places to lounge…there are lounge chairs, bean bags, rafts, barstools, giant floor/ground pillows, and many more that I have forgotten.

The basic rules of the clubhouse are:

1. Mal and Ebo are served before all others. If there is something they need or want, they get it before everyone else.
2. Next in line of getting things are the other women folk or female type creatures.
3. Men folk/creatures must be willing to gently rock the hammocks.
4. Margaritas must flow.
5. Ebo doesn’t get any margaritas.
6. While in the cabana area, loin cloths are mandatory for all legal aged men.
7. The inside is for rockin parties…be there or be square!
8. Any woman can give up her hammock to any man.
9. All are welcome to rest, relax, and drink yourself into serenity.
10. Gunhand and TheRealMe are the highest ranking men and as such are allowed womanly privileges.

Did I cover everything Mal Mistress Most High?


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Friday, June 3, 2005 2:17 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by christhecynic:
*Gets out of the hammock and looks at it suspiciously*

What don’t I know?

*looks through historical records but the trail runs cold when he hits Thursday, March 17, 2005 20:02*

What should I know?



Here is what I think is the third thread (it might be the4th)...the clubhouse begins to take shape here: http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=6084&m=89022#89022



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Friday, June 3, 2005 2:23 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
Okay,Guys...I actually mean the men folk...the hammocks are for the ladies. Sorry.


Why you horribly chauvinistic sexist, that’s a wretched thing to say.

*gets back into hammock*

This is a protest against sexists like you who make kids grow up to be misogynists and misandrists.

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Friday, June 3, 2005 2:28 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
Here is what I think is the third thread (it might be the4th)...the clubhouse begins to take shape here: http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=6084&m=89022#89022


*Reads then stands up*

I have read what you have turned me to, and I must say it seems fundamentally rude.

*Sets fire to the clubhouse and walks away humming Unwell*

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MAI
Friday, June 3, 2005 2:30 AM

*After hearing about the glorious destruction of the enemy, Mai jumps out of the chocolate jacuzzi and makes her way to the old tree house*

Wow. It doesn't look quite the same as before. Wonder what happened here?


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After indulging in a ridiculously long hot shower, he ties down Needleseye’s “borrowed” sarong into a skimpyish loincloth.


*Goes at a run behind Cozen and gives him a big squishy-chocolate hug, making a huge mess, yet somehow preventing any of the alcohol from spilling*

That's what you get for throwing a girl into the jacuzzi!

*Keeps running toward treehouse in hopes she can find a working bathroom to clean up in cause everything sticks to chocolate....ewww*

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Friday, June 3, 2005 2:33 AM

*TGJ listens to everything around him, just now becoming fully cognizant of where and when he is. He allows his lightsaber to close. He collapses to his knees, coughing, the taste of smoke coming up unbidden from his lungs. Weary, he falls backwards and stares blankly at the stars above him.*

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