The Sereni-Tree and the return of ThatWeirdGirl
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Wednesday, January 4, 2006 14:50
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PR, whatever are you doing?
Metal Christmas trees don't eat food.
Would you like to help me string up this popcorn with these berries so we can make a pretty garland? It's almost like knitting.
Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom
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Quote:Well you'd think so, wouldn't you?
Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
PR, whatever are you doing?
Metal Christmas trees don't eat food.
But it had legs! I saw them.
*Gives up.*
Fine. Popcorn away! *Holds string*
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."
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Needleseye heads for the amazing Christmas tree. She walks towards it, fascinated by the stringing of popcorn and berries by CMS and PR. Its silvery and so pretty. Jet follows behind to see what the fuss is, then jumps ahead of Needle and enthusiaticly joins CMS and PR with the decorating of the tree.
Caught up in the spirit, Needle gently hums some very ancient carol, learned probably from some poor soul she consumed once upon a cannibalistic day.
Tiny sprigs of holly sprout along the glistening tree branches as she sings.
Seemingly lost in the moment, from the corner of her eye she spies a hand reaching for hers. She grasps it, welcoming.
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(it's not really cannabalism if you aren't human. Just...man-eatery. Or something.)
*Stands tall, dark, and warm in silence for a brief moment. Then he starts to hum in baritone harmony with Needle's Carol.*
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Chief Engineer - USS SereniTREE
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* Meanwhile, elsewhere on the Sereni-Tree... *
Right! Just like Monty Python! Oh, and here is something else that you have missed during your long sleep.
* TheRealMe opens a vault-like door on one of the Sereni-Tree’s cargo levels and gestures for ThatWeirdGirl to enter. He follows. Inside is a seemingly vast expanse of space with a bright sun shining down out of a cloudless blue sky onto a happy meadow. On a nearby hill is a barn. *
This is our Piffleranch. It’s where Piffle101 breeds her Piffleponies. I used my powers to expand the space inside the cargo bay, of course, but getting that holographic projector to make it seem like an outside environment was quite a task! I even had Kaylee-clone hook up some wind machines to simulate a breeze. Oh, look, here they come now.
* About a half-dozen adorable piffleponies come cantering up to ThatWeirdGirl and TheRealMe, neighing with their musical voices. One nuzzles ThatWeirdGirl’s hand playfully. Always prepared, TheRealMe hands ThatWeirdGirl an apple to feed it. *
Some folks have already established bonds with their personal piffleponies, at least PsychicRiver, Serenity, and Bride6 have. Also, I think Montanagirl has, and either Lissa or Mai or both. Everyone wants a pifflepony, deep down. Montanagirl recently helped deliver a pair of twins. They’re so cute!
Unfortunately, it’s not always safe to keep Piffle’s piffleponies and Bluefishie’s blue fishies together. We’ve had to make a separate aquarium in the water park rather than stick them in a pond here somewhere. See, piffleponies seem to regard blue fishies as something of a snack!
Now! On to the Corral of Kissies! Quite amazing creatures those, and some have medicinal properties!
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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And, they go great on rye!.......what?
Acquisitions Officer - SereniTREE
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*Leaving PR to contemplate the Christmas tree Mai returns to dancing.*
In the midst of a tango-ish dance the music is suddenly drowned out by an ungodly screeching noise!!!!!!!!
What not on earth is that?!
*covers ears*
Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
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*she returns to the commons with TRM and spies Static looking lonely as he watches Grey* *she smiles at the pilot and sighs* Will you tell me about Soul? I know he’s not here. I know because I was not alone for a while. It made me both happy and sad: happy to be with someone and sad to know he shouldn’t have been there.
*his eyes sparkle with tears and he nods* Perhaps we should have a drink while you tell me…*he rises and goes to the bar for some hot chocolate. It is then that she sees PR trying to feed the tree. She smiles. She walks over to him, stilling his hand with her own, and places a small tube in his hands*
Try these. *she pours a few multicolored candies into the palm of his hand* Then add the M&Ms, it’s the British trees that need M&Ms, she isn’t British. *They stare at each other for a while. What did the doctor mean by ‘aw mum'…it dawns on her…her face lights up just as he realizes it too…their smiles identical…he’s my son. PR resumes feeding the tree and twg turns to rejoin the pilot. As she walks back to her partner, she briefly wonders who or what brought her future son to this time...the tall, dark haired boy looks nothing like the short, fair haired twg…except their expressions…and their behavior… he must resemble his father…she may not even know his father yet*
Thank you. *she smiles up at him, their fingers briefly touching when she takes the mug from his hand* Where were we? *before he can respond she sticks a silver bow to his nose*
*giggle* Merry Christmas.
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twg will be out of touch for the next few weeks. Feel free to write her into your story
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"...turn right at the corner then skip two blocks...no, SKIP, the hopping-like thing kids do...Why? Why not?"
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Well now. This is quite a predicament. Fortunately you happen to have in your midst an expert in both medical knowledge and time travel. I think we have two big questions here: who is PsychicRiver's father and why has PR been brought to this period in time?
*heads off to his laboratory to conduct experiments involving flashing lights and bubbling liquids in test tubes*
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*Smiles at TWG, as she gives him the candies. TWG's is nice.*
Quote:*Feeding the tree, PR stops....and frowns.*
Originally posted by DrSimonWho:
I think we have two big questions here: who is PsychicRiver's father and why has PR been brought to this period in time?
Did I just hear...what I think I heard?
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."
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