The Sereni-Tree, settling in, Twister, more piratey angst, and continuing adventures on Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Friday, February 3, 2006 02:04
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Bride3 returns to her bar, somewhat annoyed to discover that folks seem to have made a habit of helping themselves to her stock.
"Oh, well," she sighs. "It's not like I get paid or anything."
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Originally posted by seryn:
Seryn still sits with glazed eyes, humming to her self, as SR sits down with his... mixture she comes too enough to dreamily greet him....
'morning sweetie... you're a right drama queen you, ain't ya?'
...then drifts back off into her reverie.
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"She's a mite whimsical in the brainpan."
"Captain under the influence," he thinks to himself "but influence of what? It's not booze. Her arms show no marks. I smell no smoke, but something's surely burning. Of course, she must be day dreamin' about that himbo."
"Forget it captain, you'll sooner walk on the sun."
Seryn's eyes come back into focus.
"What?"
"He only goes for damsels in distress. Strong women intimidate him. Besides he's just a proxy, a puppet. The real brains on that ship is his QM. He's just the posterboy."
Seryn turns to look at SR.
"I don't know what you're talking about"
SR is admiring the way the lighting of the common room shines through the bar doors.
"I guess then it doesn't matter then." He says
Seryn turn away from him. Her face that was a minute before completely relaxed, is now in a deep scowl. She crosses her arms in front of her.
"How did I ever come to be in business with this,...creature?" She asks herself.
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Everyone must attend.
SR ignores the anouncement and sits sipping his breakfast. He really likes it. There's nothing like going without for the better part of a week to make a man appreciate his food. His head is still hurting, but he knows that's just a pain, it's not a real problem. He really likes the bar too. He'll miss it when he's gone or when it's been destroyed. He would rather stay, but the way his life has been, he hasn't had much a say in what will happen, only how he can react to it.
Seryn stands and in the process purposely steps on SR's foot. SR winces more out of surprise than pain. Seryn storms out of the bar.
She is beautiful when she's angry SR thinks to himself. He imagines that if a man had to die in battle he could do far worst than to have the last thing he sees is Seryn enraged.
Seryn finds that walking angry tends get a person a short distance quickly and now that she's in the common room she is left with no outlet for her annoyance. She is tempted to start throwing pool balls, but she knows better.
"Quartermasters, can't break them to your will, can't kill them." She thinks to herself. "He should be out here." but that would force her to have to share that room with him. At that moment she didn't want to see if the common room was large enough for the two of them. She considers the possibility of ordering him to get off his bum and out into the common room, but the line of authority dictates that the captain really can only properly order the quartermaster in times of battle. Could this situation be interpreted as battle? A grin cracks through her frown for a moment. Her first impulse was to have taken that thing he was drinking and pour it into his lap, but she knew better that to take food from a starving man.
Scorpion Regent
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*heads to the common room at PR's bidding. Spies her brother making his was towards the couches.*
Hey Ath, I was thinking last night.
Ath: Yeah?
*She watches in some amusement as he struggles a bit with his wings as he sits on the couch.*
CMS: Yes. About why you still have your wings. Would you like to hear my thoughts?
Ath: Okay.
CMS: Well, you know the myth on our planet how the first people came to be?
Ath: Vaguely.
CMS: Yeah, you never were one to pay attention to that kind of thing. Anyway, the story goes that the son of the Sea fell in love with the daughter of the Sky. But he couldn't reach her. So he went on this quest to find some way to get to her. Remember that big epic poem they used to make us read in school?
Ath: Yeah
CMS: well, that's all about all the trials and dangers he went through on his journey.
Eventually, he finds these magical waters infested with dangerous sea creatures and risks life and limb to secure some of the water. But get some he does, and with them, he's able to travel up to the sky.
Ath: Which is why it rains so gorram much.
CMS: Exactly. Well, anyway. They eventually have children, a male and a female, the first people. And the woman has wings, of course.
Ath: Yeah, I know all this. So?
CMS: Well, what occured to me was the thing about the magical waters that the son of the Sea found. The magical waters, with the dangerous sea creatures that let him travel to the sky. Sound familiar?
Ath: Hmm..interesting theory.
CMS: Thank you!
Now, you know what this meeting needs? Popcorn. Lots of it!
Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom
I have a live journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/callmeserenity/
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ok, deep breath, backwards from five, slowly, 5...4...3... oh screw this crap
Hey, PR, nice to see you again mate! After your meeting you fancy going and shooting things?
..I mean, targets... and stuff... with arrows... *waves the longbow*
Oo! popcorn. *goes into kitchen, puts a load of kernals and some butter mixture in the industrial popcorn maker, turns it on, then goes back to the commonroom*
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"She's a mite whimsical in the brainpan."
Xander: "Hi, for those of you who just tuned in, everyone here is a crazy person." *grin*
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*plops down on a couch in the common room*
I brought soda (with an extra ingredient or two).
Can't have popcorn without soda.
So, PR, what's this all about?
Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
http://iammai2.livejournal.com
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*looks around the common room, spots mai, and plops down next to her on the couch and randomly gives her a hggling for no apparent reason
I declare this couch the couch of much hggling!
so...what's up, pr?
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http://www.xffx.net/blog <-inching towards daylight
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*still deftly maneuvering through the halls, she lifts her arm to her mouth*
PR, I can’t, sorry. I know this is probably because of me, but I need to find him…kay? Sorry, I’ll leave my wrist com on so I can hear everything you say. Is that good enough?
PR: No, I want you and everyone else in here. You’ve become some wacko woman. I’m asking you, as your son, Mum, please come to the meeting in the common room.
*twg drops her wrist to her side and sighs. She stops her mad dash.*
I suppose it can wait… *luckily for twg, her goal was on the path to the common room and as she passed the doorway, she bumped into the very person she’d been looking for.* …It’s just that I finally figured it out….bullocks.
*he rubs his chest and wonders if he just hear twg say bullocks*
*she looks up at him as she rubs her forehead*
You going down to the meeting?
Him: Mmmm, right. On my way now.
Mind if I walk with you? I’ve something I’d like to run by you…
www.thatweirdgirl.com
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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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*Serenity peeks into the kitchen to find Seryn making popcorn and Kelly bustling about making various snacks for everyone.*
Hello! Just what I came looking for!
*She grabs a mouthful of popcorn.*
Kelly, I've been meaning to say a proper hello. It's wonderful to have you here. First of all, your cooking is fantastic, and second of all, it's always nice to have another minority around, you know? *twitches a wing*
Anyway, I've been meaning to tell you that I have a garden. I grow pretty much everything we eat here. Well, all the fruits and veggies and herbs. I'd love to show you around sometime when we get a chance. If you're going to be in charge of cooking, I'd like you to be able to take what you need.
Now, it looks like this meeting's about to start. Can I help with anything?
*CMS grabs a tray of popcorn to bring out.*
Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom
I have a live journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/callmeserenity/
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*One of TheRealMe’s dimensional portals forms an indiscrete event horizon in a prominent corner of the Sereni-Tree’s common room. Through the shimmering haze a rather confused looking llama nimbly leaps on to the floor, skidding a bit on the slick hardwood surface. Trailing behind the llama is a leather tether. Attatched to the trailing end of the tether is cozen, who whiplashes through the rapidly diminishing portal and lands, inevitably, face first into the llama’s arse end, right underneath its upraised tail.*
*The llama idly kicks cozen aside as it sniffs its new environ. After a minimal hesitation it ambles off to the popcorn kettle in the kitchen. It headbutts the kettle off the stove and with little or no concern for propriety sets to snarfling the yummy contents.*
*cozen wipes his face with a corner of his vicuña fiber poncho, muttering something about losing a bet whilst experimenting with various formulations of tequilas at the bar in Escondite Hernando (which he thinks might have been in Peru, but coulda been somewhere in Bolivia or maybe even Tucumcarey, he hasn’t quite yet mastered TRM’s “borrowed” tech so it’s possible it might have been a soundstage in Londonderry and where did this digression go?). He notes the gathering of folk.*
Um, I had this dream about a call for a meeting?
*He makes for the couch, his stride looking for all the world as if he has an entire roll of toilet paper crammed up his wazoo. He plops down beside mailmd (for they seem kinda entwined, as it were). They heroically refrain from commenting on cozens’ odiferousness. The llama, done with the popcorn appetizer, sorta skitters over to the couch. The llama smells a lot like cozen. cozen introduces the beast, name of Schwartz.*
*Schwartz sniffs at the couch, then begins to eat it.*
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