USS SereniTREE: No Longer the Eve of Battle
POSTED BY: TheGreyJedi
UPDATED: Sunday, July 3, 2005 20:52
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*Reluctantly breaks hug. Orders in a gallon of ocean blue nail colouring. Hands this to TheGreyJedi.*
*cozen loiters near comfy couch, hoping for the best.*
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*Serenity heads to her room, changes into her bathing suit, then takes a dip in the pool. Heading back to her room, she sees Cozen loitering near the big leather couch, looking gloomy.*
Hey Cozen, what's going on? You look like you could use a head massage.
"Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us." ~Jerry Garcia
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Ahh, home. *Belle wanders off to get re-acquainted. And probably to hunt Sparky.* Hey, Simon, you didn't blowe up the tree did you?
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"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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The tree? No, that's perfectly safe, it was just the enemy base that I trashed. We should be fine for a looooong time now.
Now, if there was somebody who'd care to give me a massage, that would be just peachy. I can supply scones as a reward, plus strawberries and cream.
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The EIs, being evil, collapse and crumble into small squishy bits that burn away like paper in a fire
*Finds herself magically transported from ship to the ladder of the tree and stares up in awe.*
Wow. It looks like the tree's done a bit of growing while we've been away.
*Peeks around the front door of the SereniTREE, hoping that it's friendly faces she will find*
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Serenity: will it be the swiss chocolates, or the left-over creme brulee? French chardonay, or pepsi-sans-milk?
*Wonders if the fridge survived the EI/EC attack. Stops caring withing nanoseconds of the commencement of the head massage.*
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*twg, in her Kaylee-date-dress, enters the common area with a tray precariously perched upon her palm. She gracefully strides to the center of the room and places the tray on a nearby table. She walks over to Simon, smiles, and then clasps his hands in hers and leads him to the center of the room where a changing screen and massage table await him.*
Please put this on. *twg hands him a rather short towel* Would you like some help? 
*twg quirks her finger and motions for Simon to follow her behind the screen….a few minutes later they reemerge: Simon towel clad and twg smiling. She turns to the tray, clink, clink, clink, she spins around, placing an amber glass in Simon’s hands.*
Glenfiddich 30 Year Old for you sir. Please relax a moment while I warm up the oils and get into something a bit more appropriate for massaging.
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Res melius evinissent cum pepsimilk!
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mmmm...swiss chocolates, please!
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*Ath heads to his room, supported by Lissa. (Simon, you never patched me up! Oh...I can see you're busy. Never mind) Still injured from his torture, Ath barely makes it to his room. Once there he collapses on his bed, where he's attended by 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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Originally posted by CallMeAth:
*Ath heads to his room, supported by Lissa. (Simon, you never patched me up! Oh...I can see you're busy. Never mind) Still injured from his torture, Ath barely makes it to his room. Once there he collapses on his bed, where he's attended by Lissa.*
*lissa gently washes ath's bloodied wounds. then she draws him a warm bath with soothing oils and helps him climb into it. carefully, she massages his back as he soaks.*
~lissa, spwhore
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