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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***Rat wrote:
Tuesday, January 31, 2006 15:11
What up?
I've not had time to read this for the last week or so, did I miss anything good? Did anyone eles come back to life? RealMe? Anyone?
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Acquisitions Officer - SereniTREE ***
*From her dream-state while slumbering outside TRM's office (awaiting his arrival so she can turn in her application for Ship's Counselor) Washie remote-vulcan-mind-melds with the questioning Rat.*
"Hi, I'm Wash, or just Washie, curious newcomer to the 'Tree," she says, tossing her head back in a characteristic gesture meant to corral 53" of blonde/brown hair back over her shoulder where it belongs. "Nice to meet you."
"Rat, just so ya konw, TRM, that legendary 'Tree Historian, posted an intense "who's who" a few posts back that might help you catch up somewhat."
*Since she IS in a dream state (quite a handy device, she thinks, for being in two places at once,) Washie blows a kiss to Rat and fades away, her aura joining her body in the sleeping bag back at TRM's door. Sheesh! It could get CROWDED in that sleeping bag..."
Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien
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*Since she's in the front of the line at TRM's office, Washie sticks out her hand to have it grasped by TRM and firmly shaken.*
"Applying for the position of Ship's Counselor, Sir. May I call you Sir? Ummm, I have my resume' here somewhere..... Ah, yes, here it is." *One hand sweeping her hair out of the way, she pulls a two-page bond paper perfectly typed curriculum vitae from the top edge of the back of her skin-tight pants' waistband and hands it to "Sir".
"As you can see, I have a lifetime of experience at counseling, both formally and informally. More of the latter than the former formal formality of formal-ness, but, nevertheless, my records speaks for itself." Wash clears her throat, aware she's rambling on due to nervousness and partially due to the sincere desire to acquire this position.
"I'm the eldest of six siblings, eight years between me and the next one down, basically raised the young 'uns since parents worked day and night to support the family. Single-parented a son to his current age of 20, and a level-headed, well-adjusted manchild he is, so I count that as counseling credit. Finally, I submit as experience some days and weeks' past of giving counsel and support to a troubled gun-toting cattle-wrangling Idahoan."
*Stopping for air and to look directly into the First Officer's eyes to see how all this was received, Washie stands tall and awaits the verdict, wondering briefly if she will be taken seriously, lacking much formal training as she does. Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien
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Quote:
Originally posted by ItsaWash:
Washie blows a kiss to Rat and...stands tall and awaits the verdict, wondering briefly if she will be taken seriously
Lady, are you coming on to me?
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Acquisitions Officer - SereniTREE
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Seryn watches Washie greet TRM and produce an immaculate CV.
crap! should I have bought a CV *snorts in an unladylike amnner* gods! I don't have a CV! what the hell would I do with one of them?
I should have a quantitive list of my experience though.
*She starts patting her pockets, looking for paper and a pen* Ha ha! a pen at least....
Seryn sits, pulls up her trouser leg, thank the gods for the long life wax! and starts scribbling furiously on her thigh, occaisionally adding dates on her shin and making a lot of (literal) footnotes...
Right, just jobs, does this include flying with out a ship? No, shouldn't think so, any nut can fly when they have their own wings.. so, the freight hauler, the runabout, the cruiser, then theres the landhopper and the transport. Mind you they can't be classed as spaceships... but they are piloting experience. Then theres the fighters
Seryn pauses, a worried frown creasing her brow should I tell them i'm military trained? yotz, should I tell them i'm Alliance military trained...?
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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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Meanwhile back on Boros
SR walks through the maingates of the companion house with a unconscious companion across his shoulders in a fireman's carry.
"Call your security, lock and barricade the gates there appears to be some unpleasant group of people nearby, I think one of them has a bullhorn and the don't look to be human rights protesters. Where is your infirmary, clinic or whatever it is that you call it?"
Scorpion Regent
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As Seryn is fiercely scribbling away here resume, she get's a strange sensation that she has forgotten something. Was it something in her obi perhaps? Possibly a note.
Scorpion Regent
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***Quote:
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Originally posted by ItsaWash:
Washie blows a kiss to Rat and...stands tall and awaits the verdict, wondering briefly if she will be taken seriously***
*Hands on hips, or more precisely on trim waist, Washie answers, "You, cozen, TRM, (and until recently)Jadehand...the list goes on and on. Your point?"
P.S. Nice job, Rat, at cleverly nipping and tucking my words to you with the bit I sent to TRM. I like your style. Should your title more appropriately be Acquisitions Officer and Spin Doctor, perhaps? Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien
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of course! how could she for get that?
*takes the envelope out of the back of her belt, very carefully opens it along the glued edges and removes the paper inside*
*turns to the blank side of the paper and starts to copy the information from her knee to the paper*
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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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*watches intently as Seryn scribbles on her thigh, he reaches into his bag for the pad of paper with the Shuttle blue prints on it and removes the blue prints leaving a blank pad for Seryn to write on. Starts to hand it to her. Stops. Watches her write on her thighs some more, then offers the pad for her to write on.*
Here, you can use this. I've been meaning to chat with you about yesterday. You remember back when you told me about how you weren't really Nell? And how that didn't bother me, and you were happy and huggie and all? Well, see...I kinda misinterpreted your reaction I think. I had several dreams about possible futures, as I tend to do, and got selfish and sorta picked the one I liked best and thought that would make it the one that would come to be. Guess that's why the 'Brother' thing stung a bit. Sorry about the uncomfortableness that likely caused. I'll make it up to you, friendly dinner, drinks?
Oh what did the whole SR note thingie have to do with? Anything to be concerned about?
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Quote:
Originally posted by seryn:
of course! how could she for get that?
*takes the envelope out of the back of her belt, very carefully opens it along the glued edges and removes the paper inside*
*turns to the blank side of the paper and starts to copy the information from her knee to the paper*
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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*
The enclosed mesage reads as follows:
Captn.
The ship is a deathtrap, fix it or flee it. I could never serve on such a vessel. When that idiot ignored my question, I nearly put him out the airlock. It would have been done instantly, were it your ship. Anyone who prioritizes comfort over safety in such a manner is a severe danger to all aboard. Gimmicky gadgets fail at the least opportune times with tragic and horrific results. I chose to leave for I knew that even if my temper had held, my luck wouldn’t have and though I would have been willing to deal with all hell breaking loose, it would not have been fair to all the others. I would not be that ship’s Jonah. If you are going to actually work that ship see if you can make hardwired failsafe breakers as part of the conditions of your employment.
Let the lady Deuce know that my leaving was in no way a reflection on her and that I regret being unable to spend any more time with her or at the very least bid her a proper farewell.
How are the chinchillas?
SR
Scorpion Regent
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