The Sereni-Tree and New Arrivals
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Thursday, January 26, 2006 06:13
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*Nursing an apocalyptic hangover, cozen writhes painfully to assume a less uncomfortable position on the infirmary's floor. His movements free a stray can of Pepsi that apparently had served as his pillow.*
Huh. Breakfast.
*Lightning storms wreak havoc in his brainpan as he vainly stuggles with the popcan's tab. Oddly, a series of electrical flashes seems to originate from outside his head.*
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...in the epicenter of the aftermath sits a man clothed in black.
*Bloodshot eyes ratchet through a bleary scan of his surroundings. Beyond the open infirmary door he imagines a poorly focussed figure of a darkly clad feller.*
Johnny?
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"You think somebody wouldn't go see somebody if they didn't want entertainment?"
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Continuing Deuce’s adventure from earlier that day:
Deuce had been trying to sneak from the This Land preserve to the Water park in order to find some clothes. Each hand held a large leafy fern, one attempting to cover her front, the other her back. The scabbards containing her katanas were held in the crook of one arm.
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Originally posted by ScorpionRegent:
Duece's luck doesn't hold for long. She had barely traveled twenty meters when a voice damaged her calm.
SR: This might work better than fern fronds.
A stranger leaned against a ajacent wall. A rain pocho hung from the tip of his left index finger. He looked askance in her general direction, clearly having no interest in making her uncomfortable, yet unwilling to turn his back on a person so armed. He extended the poncho toward her and raised his eyebrows emphasizing the offer.
Deuce was surprised by the stranger she had come upon, and reacted without thought. She dropped the plants and performed a perfect backflip to gain some distance. When her feet again hit the deck, her hands were grasping the hilts of her blades. With a flick of each wrist, the scabbards went flying, revealing the gleaming steel.
Deuce stood there in a fighting stance, naked, as she faced the stranger. Embarrassment or anger or both had flushed her face until her freckles were obscured. “Who the hell are you? I know everybody on this gorram ship, and you ain’t one of them!”
She looks closer. "Do I know you?"
Bride2
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Okay, I know that must have raised some eyebrows but I must not be seen. The others would definitely want to know what I'm doing.
Okay now who am I looking for again?
*Pulls out a map and a picture*
Ah yes, this should be fun.
*Pulls cloak around self and disappears*
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Uh oh!
Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
http://iammai2.livejournal.com
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(Gonna go back in time a lil bit)
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Originally posted by VoodooNell:
Unnoticed by the others Nell half wakes up, but less now of the Nell, silently, through one eye, she watches her disguise wearing off, her nails grow, the sundrenched and weathered look leaves her skin....
She scurries past the bar and its various drunk crew members, heading for the infirmary, but SW and TWG are still in there.
She runs for the west wing, trying random doors until she finds a musty smelling room, obviously unused, with the glorious, marvellous heaven sent sight of an adjoining bathroom.
*N0S trys not to draw attention to himself, as he sees Nell, shifting uncomfortably and then hurry from teh room to the direction of the infirmary. *
"Stay here Shadow, i'll call if I need you." He whispers to the large cat.
*Skillz makes his way towards the infirmary and just before he makes it there, he sees Nell rushing to the west wing. He slips down the hallway behind her, sticking to whatever shadows he can find. When Nells going into what seems like a vacant room, N0S makes his way, and leans on the wall next to the door as he hears the bathtub start to fill up.*
Hmm... she was in an awful hurry just to take a bath.
*Sometime passes before N0S hears anything else. But as he listens, he doesn't detect any stress in her voice as who he thinks is Nell talks to whoever or whatever else is in the room with her. Skillz makes his way back to the common room with the others, making himself a drink as he passes the bar*
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RAF Lakenheath
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*continues to play FUNHOUSE*
*the talking head within the machine, "Rudy", Cries out..."You don't wanna go in there!"...."You big Sausage!".*
ummmm....Marillion
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Quote:Well...if you blow them up, they will assume the shape of whatever you're wishing for at the time! AND, once in that shape they can be used as water floatation aids, or flying aids!!
Originally posted by mai:
magic? well thats uh very interesting. what exactly do you mean by magic?
Look! *PR picks a condom up off the floor and blows it up, it blows in to the shape of a star with a piece of string dangling from it...and grows to about, normal balloon size. PR smiles and hans the string to Mai and star bobs about above her head.* See?
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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'nope' this wont do, dammit woman, grow a pair...'
Archie leaps off the bed, only just having got comfy and now pissed at his minders total lack of decision making skills.
The lights dimm and flicker slightly, from her position by the food bowl, Esme sits back on her haunches, both ears perked and staring intently back towards the centre of the ship, Archie follows suit.
Oh shush, you two are even more paranoid than me.
Right, I'm heading back' she makes her way to the door, but only makes it half way before the rabbits tag team effort topples her*
Beginning to regret teaching you that trick... Are you really serious? Ok, lemme go, i'll be careful... promise.
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Making her way to the kitchen, Seryn pauses 'Wha? Wat is that hinky smell? yeesh, is that....? no can't be.
*looks in to see shapes bobbing about, almost, but not quite like balloons. A chemical smell and a strange banana scent lingers in the air.*
*smiles* 'wow, you leave a place five minutes and suddenly it goes frat party on you'
She notices a man sat watching the crowd, a large cat sat with is head resting on his lap follows her slightest movement.
She also notices that Rackham is gone. Turning away from the party games, she follows the lingering scent of rum, tracing him to what could only be an arcade, she looks at all of the different games, vintage pinballs alongside state of the art VR generators - a girl could have lot s of fun here.
*takes a deep breath*
Hello Jack...
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"She's a mite whimsical in the brainpan."
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*Coming to an intersection TheManinBlack pulls out the map once again*
Blasted girl can't even draw a simple, easy to read map. Is this damn thing even in English?
*TMiB sighs and drops the map*
Guess I'll have to scry her.
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Deuce was surprised by the stranger she had come upon, and reacted without thought. She dropped the plants and performed a perfect backflip to gain some distance. When her feet again hit the deck, her hands were grasping the hilts of her blades. With a flick of each wrist, the scabbards went flying, revealing the gleaming steel.
Deuce stood there in a fighting stance, naked, as she faced the stranger. Embarrassment or anger or both had flushed her face until her freckles were obscured. “Who the hell are you? I know everybody on this gorram ship, and you ain’t one of them!”
She looks closer. "Do I know you?"
Bride2
SR: Who I am is a long story. You seem to contradict yourself. I could say things about past lives or fate or parrellel universes, but I sense the form of answer you want to hear. No you don't know me. For the present I am the person who is offering you a poncho. You can put away your weapons. If I had wished it you would all ready be dead.
The stranger is armed, in a way that brings to mind the phrase "to the teeth". However a clever observer would certainly notice the sword on his left hip is tied into it's scabbard, the pistol on his right hip is likewise secured in its holster, as are the rest of his weapons likewise bound or covered.
The stranger is dressed in clothes made for hard work and long travel and they clearly have done a lot of both. They are patched and repaired in a crude, but sturdy fashion. The webbing holding his weapons and equipment is a amalgam of various forms, leather, macrame, and nylon. Though the stranger is tall though to look at he appears not thin but stocky. His hair is long and a brown. A full red beard covers his chin while while the rest of his face is in shadow from the brim of his hat.
SR: Have you ever considered a career in performance art?
Scorpion Regent
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