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The Sereni-Tree: Life, the Universe, and Everything

POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Wednesday, March 22, 2006 16:28
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Friday, March 17, 2006 5:16 PM

She gasps, clapping a hand over her ear, a series of pops, tiny squeaking working in time to the movement of her head as she turns to look to TRM, the to the others in the room, then back at SR. A buzzing noise starts, then just as quickly stops, and with a final sensation like surfacing from deep water, her ear clears, and alll the little minute noises filter in.

She closes her eyes, happy, excited little breaths, and a big beaming smile grows upon her face.

Opening her eyes again, she smiles at everyone she can see. Raising a tentative fingers to the other ear, expecting the same to happen for it. But it doesn't.

'Oh' she breathes, and looks up to SR, a little light of mischeviousness glinting.
Quickly before he can stop her, she raises a hand and smacks him once more.

Again, he takes it, but this time rubs his jaw a little 'and what was that one for?'

'An advance' and to the obvious bemusement of the others, throws her arms around his neck and kisses him, with all the hollywood style she can muster.

TRM turns and throws a questioning look over his shoulder at Soul, who simply shrugs, and watches as kissie after kissie flutters up into the air.


After a few more moments than was strictly necessary, they break away from each other, SR panting slightly. Seryn already intent on capturing one of the little flitting creatures. She hands one to him and lets him apply it to her ear. Then catching up a sheet, sets to capturing the rest.

Once all are contained in the improvised bag, she turns to the men.

'Sorry, sorry for the interruption, please, you where talking about something. While... well, nevermind, I had an idea. Please, continue, I have something to do'
she smiles her most dazzling smile, so happy she could almost burst. Crossing back over to SR, she pull his head down to her height again, kisses him lightly on the cheek in heartfelt thanks then whispers lightly in his ears.

'deus ex machina I believe'

and laughing slightly to herself, runs back to the infirmary.

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Hodgins: Your robot reminds me of you. You tell it to turn it stops. You tell it to stop it turns. You ask it to take out the garbage it watches reruns of Firefly.

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Friday, March 17, 2006 5:34 PM

As she hits the common room, she slows, her new burst of energy flagging a little, but the sheer giddiness arising from her hearing being back carries her through.

She moves through the common room slowly, looking out for people too stubborn to go to the infirmary. Spotting one, she crosses to him, and throwing out another dazzling smile, introduces her self.

'hi, i'm Seryn, and you are?' With out waiting for a reply, she grabs a kissie from the sheet, catches hold of his left hand, removes the makeshift bandage from his arm, throwing him a mock-stern look at the same time, and places the kissie over the most damaged looking area.

It works with less efficiency than the others did, she guesses its because they worked best on the people who created them, but it works well enough, she can read in his eyes that it already hurts a little less.

I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?' He looks at her, a little freaked at her hyper friendly manner 'uh, Safe I...' She closes her eyes again, inhaling sharply, overjoyed to hear a voice in her ears again, then smiles at him a final time, and turns away, and heads to the infirmary.

Swinging round the doorpost, she holds out the sheet-bag, and announces in her clearest voice

'Fresh kissies to go! Who wants one?'

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Hodgins: Your robot reminds me of you. You tell it to turn it stops. You tell it to stop it turns. You ask it to take out the garbage it watches reruns of Firefly.

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MCQ
Friday, March 17, 2006 8:13 PM

Quote:

TheRealMe’s com-link beeps.

Quote:

McQ wrote:
"TRM...do you--" *crunch*



Before long, the cyborg McQ flies into the cargo bay using a built-in jet pack.

Quote:

"TRM? Are you here? I have urgent news to tell you. Your crew may be in danger..."


TheRealMe waves, and holograms above his head repeat his words, “Yes, here I am, McQ! What is the problem?” Realizing how silly he looks, TheRealMe turns off the holographic effect.


TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree



McQ turns deactivates his jetpack and lands on the floor with a small metallic thud.

"Sir," he started speaking to TRM, "My inner program attempted to shut me down a short while ago. Apparently 'Directive 7' went into effect. This happens when I or other cyborgs turn against or cause damage/harm to other Alliance troops. If they were able to activate it remotely, then they must be tracking me - knowing I still function. I am unaware of any tracking devices or beacons installed within my metallic frame, yet if there is one to be found, the Alliance will know where to find me and would lead them directly to you all. If this 'Directive 7' should fail I may be equipped with self-destruct devices that may also harm your crew." McQ speaks with a steady yet low, slightly mechanical voice. Despite what he's telling TRM, McQ's voice remains calm.

"Knowing how they failed the previous battle, they'd come with more force until they've wiped every one of us out. The whole crew could be in grave danger as long as I'm on this ship."

McQ pauses a moment as TRM tries to take all this in. He's got enough on his mind already so the added drama is really not what TRM needs to hear.

"Sir," McQ starts again, "if you have a technical engineer aboard this ship, I suggest you have them scan me for tracking beacons or other devices that may be of harm to your crew. If I am going to stay aboard I don't want to be a threat, but rather an ally as I have my own personal agenda against the Alliance as well. I'm told you're in charge so I needed to inform you immediately."

TRM ponders for a moment before giving McQ his response...

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Friday, March 17, 2006 8:42 PM

*At the sight of the large cat, little Ghost tries to scramble into Serenity's lap. Unfortunately, there's not much room left on her lap, and Ghost ends up clinging to Serenity's leg instead.*

It's okay, sweetie! The cat won't hurt you. I promise.

Hey NOS, do you think maybe your friend could wait outside for now? The girls are still getting used to being here.



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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Friday, March 17, 2006 9:06 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
Kelly! Who are your new helpers?

Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom

I have a live journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/callmeserenity/





"Serenity, these are the two best lembas bakers I've seen outside of Lothlorien! I'd like to introduce you to Shadow and Ghost. Girls, this is CallMeSerenity, and she is a gardener and a true angel at heart. You can trust her. Aren't her wings pretty?"



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Friday, March 17, 2006 9:18 PM

*before the enterance of NOS.*

Well, hello! Very nice to meet you Shadow and Ghost. How wonderful of you to help Kelly! She could certainly use some good helpers.

Say, do you girls like apples? I think I've got some in here somewhere...*she fumbles through a few pockets and produces two shiny red apples.* Here! One for each of you!

*As the girls take the apples, CMS and Kelly exchange a look over their heads. They can tell that these girls have been through hard times and need all the care they can get.*

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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Friday, March 17, 2006 9:18 PM

Safe gets to work lending his hand cleaning the rest of the rubble in front of the airlock.

Quote:

Originally posted by KellyofLuthien:
He looks up, noticing Kelly, and she makes gestures to let him know she's taking them to the kitchen. After his nod, Kelly holds out her hands.


Safe watches them go. So small and alone, it just wasn't right. He shook his head sadly, then bent back to his task.

Before long, most of the rubble was arranged in organized piles, there was something to be said for a military lifestyle, and the blood washed up.

Safe stood off to the side taking a small break. With the help of a protruding piece of metal, he had torn off his other sleeve and was using it to mop his forehead. A voice at his shoulder causes him to pause.
Quote:

Originally posted by Seryn:
'hi, i'm Seryn, and you are?' With out waiting for a reply, she grabs a kissie from the sheet, catches hold of his left hand, removes the makeshift bandage from his arm, throwing him a mock-stern look at the same time, and places the kissie over the most damaged looking area.

It works with less efficiency than the others did, she guesses its because they worked best on the people who created them, but it works well enough, she can read in his eyes that it already hurts a little less.

I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?' He looks at her, a little freaked at her hyper friendly manner 'uh, Safe I...' She closes her eyes again, inhaling sharply, overjoyed to hear a voice in her ears again, then smiles at him a final time, and turns away, and heads to the infirmary.


Safe flexes his left arm. It still hurt like a bugger, but at least now he could use it again. Tying the bandage back in place, he sets to organizing the ISSCV.


Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

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Friday, March 17, 2006 9:33 PM

Not knowing if there were any spare rooms, Safe was perfectly happy with the prospect of using the ISSCV as his living quarters. Plus it was built to house up to twenty soldiers on a long term missions, so there was room for Needy Citizen and the moppets, if push came to shove.

Satisfied that everthing was in order, Safe heads off in search of the little ones. He follows the smell of food to the kitchen and he is rudely reminded by his stomach that he hasn't easten in a long time.

Sidestepping a large cat, Safe leans against the doorjam, absently cleaning his hands with his torn sleeve, silently absorbing the sights, sounds and smells of the kitchen.

Both Ghost and Shadow had flour in their hair and on their faces. Little mirrors of a grinning Kelly and Serenity.

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

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Friday, March 17, 2006 9:45 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
*At the sight of the large cat, little Ghost tries to scramble into Serenity's lap. Unfortunately, there's not much room left on her lap, and Ghost ends up clinging to Serenity's leg instead.*

It's okay, sweetie! The cat won't hurt you. I promise.

Hey NOS, do you think maybe your friend could wait outside for now? The girls are still getting used to being here.



Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom

I have a live journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/callmeserenity/





*Laughing N0Skillz whispers in his companions ear, and stroking the cats head, as it turns to walk out*

"Sorry bout that, forgot not everyones as comfortable around him as me. "

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RAF Lakenheath
Security Deputy of the Sereni-Tree

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Friday, March 17, 2006 10:15 PM

Citizen wandered into the Kitchen after taking in some more of the ship. He circled the room, taking mental notes.
"Nice Kitchen." He said finally. "You know I've got this great recipe for Chinchilla Enchilladas if anyones interested." He started looking through the cuboards. "You know this place is well stocked, plenty of people need food around the rim, could turn a healthy profit."



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