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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 2:24 PM

Wow, PR really is psychic! He knew Soul was going to have tiramisu (it is divine, isn't it?)

*Serenity sighs a big tension releasing sigh and sinks further back into her hammock*

Soul, could you play me something soothing? I may take a nap.

Oh, and TRM-you are a WAY better 1st Officer than that guy from Star Trek, the Next Generation. I can't even remember his name, I just remember Picard always called him #1.

"What's the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?"-H.D. Thoreau

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Friday, June 3, 2005 2:26 PM

* In the Sereni-Tree's Main Engine Room, TheRealMe looks up from his pile of fiber-optic cables, holographic memory-crystals, and duct tape. *

Oh, Sparky! I almost forgot. I BUILT you to serve the ladies in the Clubhouse. That was your reason for being. Say, why don't you go make them comfortable. Needleseye, Jet, and I can keep working here without you.

* Happy (though he is not programmed to show it), Sparky makes his way up the hill and to the old Clubhouse. He then immediately gets to work mixing drinks, fetching items, and rocking hammocks. *


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.)

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Friday, June 3, 2005 2:47 PM

*Emma scratches her head and wonders at the immensity of TRMs brain. How anybody can remember so much about said history is incredible. Emma also stands corrected about the clubhouse/ treehouse confusion and hopes to get it right next time. At least she tried to make someone feel welcome but in hindsight that was not wise...*

*EDITED IRL: Yep, it is long - 4 sides of A4 font 10! I shall print it out for reference. I am such a sad sad role-playing geek girl thing*

Duke, I appear to have mis-led you. My eyes haven't been the same since I crashed into the Sereni-Tree. My optic nerve was trashed, maybe I should go to medlab?

extremely dimensionally transcendental

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Friday, June 3, 2005 3:17 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
Wow, PR really is psychic! He knew Soul was going to have tiramisu

I was just going to say that! And as memory serves, I walked in just as an EI was making a pounce for Soul, and I spun a crate of tiramisu at the EI, which knocked it away, and crushed it. And Soul's face got a little splatted with tiramisu. A shadow of 4.

Quote:

Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
Oh, thanks PR!!! (I guess being knocked out kinda messes you up) Oh, and as a side note, in RL, I went out to dinner with the Big Wigs Wednesday night, and what happens to be on the desert menu? Tiramisu! Good stuff, that Tiramisu.

*Still swinging upside-down, knitting, PR doesn't look to Soul but simply says...*

You are welcome.

*Continues knitting, staring at the floor*

The human brain consists of three different but interconnected brains and the way in which these three brains interact with each other underlies human behaviour.

*People stop what they're doing and turn and stare at PR*

I...finished my Jayne hat.

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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Friday, June 3, 2005 4:20 PM

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Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
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?



TWG,

Sounds great! However, I reserve the right to change, improve, remove, or otherwise enhance, any or all of the above.

Mal-licious

"Let's go be bad guys."

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Friday, June 3, 2005 4:27 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by lissa:
good boy



Hey! I'm not a dog!

*Now that that's settled, continues singing the song anyway.*

"If you really need me/
and you wanna touch me/
come on baby tell me so."




"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"

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Friday, June 3, 2005 4:44 PM

I am not sure whether naming is done by oneself or those in charge, but if i am allwoed the pleasure of doing so myself, then you were correct in assuming that my name was The Duke (the The, is kinda the point of my name) and no i am not named after the john wayne of earth that was. My name simply reflects misguided regallness

Do not fret of misleading me, i feel that this is such a complex situation that one only really need understand the guist of it as they enter, and then catch up as they go along.

i could be wrong, however

anyway, me and jacob are just trying to find someone to hide, their appears to be a large attack on hour world by the ship known as R.E.V.I.S.I.O.N. They invaded our world and tried to enslave us, every now and again we must fight them, but mainly we spend our time running and hiding

Jacob is looking for inspiration, and jelly beans. are there any jelly beans here?

We achieved the impossible, and that makes us mighty
The Duke
http://spaces.msn.com/members/hungarydave1986

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Friday, June 3, 2005 5:01 PM

Quote:


"If you really need me/
and you wanna touch me/
come on baby tell me so."



It saddens me that you know the words to that song.

"What's the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?"-H.D. Thoreau

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Friday, June 3, 2005 5:07 PM

SIDE NOTES:
Rock Me Gently was done by Andy Kim.

Knights in White Statin (Had to cheat and look them up, but the poem at the end I can do from memory!):
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end
Letters I've written, never meaning to send
Beauty I've always missed, with these eyes before
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore
'Cause I love you, yes I love you, oh, how I love you

Gazing at people, some hand in hand
Just what I'm going through, they can't understand
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end
And I love you, yes I love you
Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you

(musical part)

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end
Letters I've written, never meaning to send
Beauty I've always missed, with these eyes before
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore
'Cause I love you, yes I love you
Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you

'Cause I love you, yes I love you
Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you

(Spoken)
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsetter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy's spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right,
And which is an illusion.
END OF NOTES

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*danger over, jake7 breathes a sigh of relief and heads for a hammock.*

Man! I've missed this place!!

*swings gently in the hammock. Sparky hands her a margarita. She sips the drink, savoring it.*

Ahhhh. We needed this break!

TRM, if you need any help, let me know! Meanwhile, I plan to just lie here and enjoy myself for a while...

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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.

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Friday, June 3, 2005 5:47 PM

Jake7, you have my deepest thanks.

Editted to add: *Ath starts singing the right words to lissa.*

"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"

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