USS SereniTREE: No Longer the Eve of Battle
POSTED BY: TheGreyJedi
UPDATED: Sunday, July 3, 2005 20:52
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*Bell randomly scampers off, PR watches puzzled as she goes. He slowly turns from her back to the corridor ahead of him.*
*Slowly he makes his way down to the common room. Everything seems to be dead, everyone's off asleep together. Or not-being-asleep together. The only other hussle going on is up in the kitchen.*
*PR pushes the door to the common room open. The lights are off, and nobody is in there. He flicks the lights on, and goes to the window. He flicks a button to disable the airlock-thingy and then opens the window and closes his eyes and takes in the fresh air.*
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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* Bride5 and Bride6 hide some kissies in their rooms, to keep them safe from any kissie-killers. They begin to train the kissies to run in circles and jump through hoops. An anime television show is already in the works. *
* Meanwhile, TheRealMe groans as he lay in a bed in the Infirmary. He is having some weird, dark dream about kissies and the Dark Soul. Briefly, TheRealMe wonders if this Dark Soul is that same sinister entity that secretly came aboard the Sereni-Tree at the end of Mai-Quest. Then he rolls over and forgets it all, switching to a pleasant dream about visiting his family for the 4th of July. TheRealMe will recover from his injuries in about a week. *
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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Quote:
Originally posted by PsychicRiver:
*PR pushes the door to the common room open. The lights are off, and nobody is in there. He flicks the lights on, and goes to the window. He flicks a button to disable the airlock-thingy and then opens the window and closes his eyes and takes in the fresh air.*
Are we in space at the moment? Because opening a window in space is like really, really bad [/Dr Cox]
Still, other than the possible threat of being sucked into the endless void, things seems nice and quiet at the moment. Oh yes, everything is going smoooooooth.
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I think, and hope...we're still docked near the original location of the original clubhouse, before TRM picked it up and put it into the cargo bay.
Hope. 
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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Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
*smirking, twg gently pushes Simon back onto the table.*
Consentaneum est. Now, please lie on your stomach and try to relax.
*Simon rolls over, slowly allowing his body to uncoil. twg rubs her hands together, warming the lightly scented oil before placing her hands on his skin. He shivers, not from cold hands, but from the familiar way her fingers manipulate his muscles. The floral aroma of jasmine clears his mind as the woody, almost sweet scent of sandalwood begins to invigorate him. He relaxes. Her hands move confidently over his back and shoulders, working out the knots of tension that have accumulated during the battles. He stiffens momentarily when her hands stray from the soft plane of his back. twg carefully works her way down his legs, paying particular attention to his feet. After hearing several soft moans, she kneads a return path to his shoulders, focusing her ministrations on first the left arm and then the right. She lightly strokes his neck and weaves her fingers through his hair, sending gooseflesh down his spine. Her hands leave his body, a chill begins to cover his shoulders. She wraps a warmed towel around his form and whispers to the jelly form before her,*
Would you like to rest a while before we continue with the, um, servicing?
*a sigh leaves his parted lips as hooded eyes look upon her smiling face.*
Very well, come with me…*twg gently takes one hand in hers and wraps her arm around his waist, leading him to the big comfy couch. He falls back gracefully, twg joining him at his side, her cheek pressed to his heart. She begins humming a soft lullaby…*
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twg's list of kidnappees:
Simon
Cozen
TheRealMe
SoulofSerenity
PsychicRiver
Jazaf
Rat---maybe, if he's in a good mood
www.thatweirdgirl.com
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Res melius evinissent cum pepsimilk!
Wow.
I drop out of the scene for a while and I get cast aside.
Ouch.
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Well, you know what they say, "Hell hath no fury like a woman abandoned for the real world." I'm telling you, she's going to kidnap and torture every man on that list until you love her again.
Speaking of which, where is the girl? I've not had a toilet break for several hours and my nose is really starting to itch.
*wrinkles nose*
*wrinkles it again*
Bah.
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*EvilSoul slowly makes his way past the lounging crew of the SereniTREE and up the stairs to the bridge. After ensuring that he is alone, he proceeds to sit at one of the consoles and slip a small square device out of his sleve. Connecting it to the console, he activates it and sits back, watching it work, adding the appropriate keystrokes when it is nessecary. When it is finished, he removes the device and depresses a small button on the side. He drops it to the floor and watches as it is devoured by flames from within.*
You will obey my commands now.
*A clatter of footsteps alerts EvilSoul to the fact that it is time to leave. He backs up against the wall, into the shadows, and fades back into the darkness that birthed him.*
The first step has been taken. Soon, the plan will be executed. Soon, darkness will rule over all, and evil will thrive. There is no stopping this.
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You world is now my playground...
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*Ebonezer wanders around the ship for a little bit before deciding to go back to sleep.*
Call me if anyone interesting shows up.
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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.
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Quote:
Originally posted by ebonezer:
*Ebonezer wanders around the ship for a little bit before deciding to go back to sleep.*
Call me if anyone interesting shows up.
*The shadows to the left of the pool table coalesce into a solid form, and EvilSoul emerges from the black. He glances around quickly, and then drops to his knees beside the pool table. Beneath it, Ebo rests, her chest rising and falling with each breath. He pauses a moment as he watches her, admiring her calm strength, before opening a pouch at his waist and producing a small disc-shaped device, no bigger than a large coin. Two prongs protrude from the flat underside, while a series of hieroglyphics decorate the curved top. With a flick of his wrist, he turns Ebo's head slightly so that the back of her neck is exposed. He holds the disc over her skin, and quickly presses the prongs into the base of her skull, finishing with a twist of the device. Ebo's eyes flash open in suprise; but only for a moment as her body disolves into shadow and vanishes.*
*EvilSoul stands slowly, brushing off his pants as he, too, fades away into the shadows.*
One
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You world is now my playground...
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*twg returns to her torture chamber with Cozen and TheRealMe in tow on her special stretchers and a food laden tray in her hands. She fastens each man to a comfy chair.*
Good day Doctor! Sorry about leaving you here for so long. I’ve brought lots of goodies for you. What would you like? I have rib eye, rare, with roasted new potatoes. Almond encrusted salmon with a mango chutney. Or angel hair pasta tossed in a light butter sauce and served with shrimp scampi. And lots of wine. Perhaps you’d like desert first?
*twg gently scratches the itchy nose.*
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man, this Cozen kidnapping business is hard work…and I don’t even get paid! It’s getting harder and harder to come up with things to do in between the action threads….*fondly remembers the manly beauty pageant.*
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Res melius evinissent cum pepsimilk!
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