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USS SereniTREE: No Longer the Eve of Battle

POSTED BY: TheGreyJedi
UPDATED: Sunday, July 3, 2005 20:52
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Monday, June 20, 2005 11:46 PM

Before I go-do we have everyone? Is anyone missing? Is everyone either back on the ship or inside the blue box?
Do we have TWG? PR? Soul? TRM?

What was I thinking volunteering for this?


Time for some thrilling heroics.

"Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us." ~Jerry Garcia

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005 1:10 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by SimonWho:


Remember, 30 seconds from impact so don't drop it on the way there.



See why we usually don't vote?

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005 1:26 AM

We nearly done with the heroics yet? I mean, I wanna know, cuz, speaking strictly for myownself, I could do with a little of that luvin' attention. Know what I mean?

You don't?

Here, allow me to flesh out the concept a bit.

I mean, I, that is, me personally, could do with lying back in a comfy chair and being attended to. Vis, in no particular order, massaged, fed a hearty meal that satisfies a broad spectrum of healthsome requirements and followed by a rich choclaty dessert, a foot massage, some Miles Davis on the sound system, a head massage, a glass of fine white wine or a tumbler of premier single malt scotch -- on 2nd thought, scratch the wine -- a full body massage, dancing girls wearing colourful swirly silken costumes. Oh, and: a massage.

Is that too much to ask?

Didn't think so.


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Patience. Patience is the key.

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005 2:25 AM

Well…I’ve been thinking of borrowing your technique for dear ol Simon.

Gentlemen, take heart! ThatWeirdGirl is opening up a Cozen franchise. Now you too can be blissfully kidnapped and minioned.

*while standing in the humming blue box, twg begins to make plans for Simon’s kidnapping…after all she did promise him…then she’ll sneak up on Cozen and properly wrestle him into the comfy chair.*

Cackle bwahaa haa

PR raises and eyebrow at the strangely maniacal twg. She wrings her hands and begins ticking off her fingers.

*oh yes, Simon, Cozen, TRM, Soul…is PR legal to kidnap?…….


www.thatweirdgirl.com
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Res melius evinissent cum pepsimilk!

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005 2:42 AM

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Originally posted by cozen:
...on 2nd thought, scratch the wine -- a full body massage, dancing girls wearing colourful swirly silken costumes. Oh, and: a massage.



Would a blood of El bespattered diaphanous gown do?
It's colorful and I like dancin'.


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godzillette :}

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005 3:07 AM

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Originally posted by needleseye:


Would a blood of El bespattered diaphanous gown do?
It's colorful and I like dancin'.


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godzillette :}



Bloody and diaphanous... ooohh.... *Sends a contented sigh in gzed's (Needleseye's) specific direction.*

Notice me not taking silly and immature measures in order to beat all the other gents to the front of the lineup for TWG's attentions? I think I've shrunk.


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Tuesday, June 21, 2005 3:59 AM

*emerges from whatever dark corner he was in, black pants, knee-high weathered black boots, a simple black t-shirt, black belt, single black leather wrist band on his left arm. He carries over his shoulder a single, somewhat large, deep midnight purpledy-blue six string. Carried on the other shoulder is a clearly oversized amp. He flips the amp off his shoulder. It slams onto the deck, causing a noticable impact tremor. The EIs that had been slowly creeping forward towards the living heart of SereniTREE stop, looking on in bewilderment. Not looking up, Grey turns the dial up to 10. Then pushes the nob, an audible snap as it goes just about to where 11 would be. He plugs the cord into the amp, a very noticable hum of electricity flows from the amp. He throws his head back, his hair clearing from his face. Grasping the neck in his right hand, he finds his minor chord. Flipping a luminescent white pick from nowhere, he reaches up. His left hand hangs in the air as the EIs come closer, closer. The one in front reaches for his left foot atop the amp. Right before the EI can grab the foot, his arm falls, the heavy Left Hand of God, striking the Chord of Wrath. A powerful minor chord fills the air, humming across the interior of the hull. The EIs, being evil, collapse and crumble into small squishy bits that burn away like paper in a fire in the face of the Holy Chord. Grey smiles madly.*

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005 4:02 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by cozen:
Bloody and diaphanous... ooohh.... ...Notice me not taking silly and immature measures in order to beat all the other gents to the front of the lineup for TWG's attentions? I think I've shrunk.



*raises eyebrow*
thinks~ what better way to lighten the mood around here.
*Grows large fan shaped palm fronds from... her palms of course.
A subtle bow.
Covers face beneath eyes with frond and begins Geisha-like fan dance. Hopefully cheering up Cozen.*


Hums to self...
Red oh red,
The taste of blood
On lips of wine
Red so silent,
Wait a minute
Or just a little while...


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mazzy star

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005 4:08 AM

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Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
Right before the EI can grab the foot, his arm falls, the heavy Left Hand of God, striking the Chord of Wrath. A powerful minor chord fills the air, humming across the interior of the hull. The EIs, being evil, collapse and crumble into small squishy bits that burn away like paper in a fire in the face of the Holy Chord. Grey smiles madly.*



*needleseye starts in the middle of her dance and begins to feel kinda sick.*

Did I hear something?

*Covers her mouth with palm frond*

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005 2:40 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
PR raises and eyebrow at the strangely maniacal twg. She wrings her hands and begins ticking off her fingers.

*oh yes, Simon, Cozen, TRM, Soul…is PR legal to kidnap?…….

Well, if you have my consent. I could signa a contract, and then pretend to be unwilling?

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"

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Me -

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