The Sereni-Tree: Life, the Universe, and Everything
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Wednesday, March 22, 2006 16:28
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Originally posted by seryn:
She switches her comm back to ship wide again.
"Attention all hands, food is still available, but in order to get your mitts on it you need to go put on some cute outfit and your best smiling face, and turn up in the common room in say..... half an hour? It'll be worth it guys, trust me, Kelly is cooking again. See y'all there!"
Hearing the shipwide annoucement, N0Skillz makes his way to a empty room, to rest and get ready for whatever is waiting for him in teh common room
"Shadow, I'm thinking that if we want some food, i better change"
Pulling a Maroon button-up shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a brown pair of dressy-type shoes out of a his pack. Putting on everything and buttoning up his shirt except for the last two buttons, N0Skillz checks the mirror.
"Damn that took way to long buddy, I think the good nature of these people are getting to me. Look I even MATCH!"
Grabbing the 9mm and a holster, N0Skillz clips it to the inside of his pants right at the small of his back. N0Skillz walks out and heads towards the common room hopeing to get a drink and some food.
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RAF Lakenheath
Security Deputy of the Sereni-Tree
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"Naw, not a superiority complex, just I've been there done that." Citizen said turning around again. "Friend of mine, well I say friend, it was under duress, but anyway he worked on the security for the Alliance Porthole operating system, wide open to Viruses it is."
He looked at the faces of the people grouped behind him. "What?" he said finally.
More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
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TheRealMe thanks Jet and ScorpionRegent, and then departs Engineering and goes off to find McQ.
"Very well, McQ, let's perform those scans to make sure that you are not a tracking device, a trojan horse, or a bomb."
TheRealMe leads McQ to a robotics workshop with the latest tools an machinery.
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Pausing in the middle of whacking the dough with a big spoon (not necessary, but Seryn studied at the Vala school of cookery) she looks at Citizen.
"You've actually done that before? Really, they're that vulnerable? hmmmm, Would it make sense to have a virus there, ready to go? Something tells me TRM would love to have that to hand."
She blushes slightly "ok, not superiority, I can be a narky so and so when I want to be"
She looks at the dough, prods it a bit, seems satisfied, stirs each of the fillings, checks the food in the ovens near her, and smiles.
They are ok for a while, i'm going to run and change lightning fast, and be back here soon.
True to her word, she runs. In her room she pulls out the suitcases and rifles through the first for the dress she had spotted earlier. Grinning she slips it on, admiring the clever use of sheer fabric and gathering and the feel of the full skirts "oh I ought to wear dresses more often" In a wrap style, despite its obvious ceremonial use, its so easy to put on even she's astonished to find herself back at the stove before anything has had a chance to boil over.
"ok, I can manage here, for a minute at least, if you want to go get changed Kelly, Serenity?" she looks at Ghost and Shadow, then indicates the other suitcase she had bought with her "here, have a look through there, there may be some suitable things"
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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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As McQ makes his way down the corridor, fully armed and ready for another possible Alliance invasion, he overhears the announcement that things are once again safe.
"Hmm," McQ starts to himself. "Wish they'd make up their minds." He turns around and heads back in the direction he was coming from and meets up with TRM.
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TheRealMe thanks Jet and ScorpionRegent, and then departs Engineering and goes off to find McQ.
"Very well, McQ, let's perform those scans to make sure that you are not a tracking device, a trojan horse, or a bomb."
TheRealMe leads McQ to a robotics workshop with the latest tools an machinery.
TRM helps McQ disarm again and then hooks him up to a scanning machine by placing several wires at random points of his robotic body.
"This should indicate if you have any beacons, tracking devices or self-destructing explosives within you," TRM explains. "It'll take a few minutes but it's pretty thorough."
The scanning machine beeps and hums as it scans McQ's body for anything harmful. After a few minutes the scan ends and TRM looks at a printout chart of the scan's results.
"Well, according to this," he observes out loud, "you're a well structured weapon but you're clean - no beacons, tracking devices or implanted bombs. Feeling better now."
"Yes, much," McQ replies. "I'm sorry if I have alarmed you before. I found one tracking device within my helmet but crushed it. I'm glad to learn there are no others."
TRM helps McQ get all his armed weapons and his jetpack reattached again.
"You're good to go," TRM says. "If you need anything further, I shouldn't be too hard to find." He thinks for a moment and checks McQ's scan printout. "On second though, come over here for a second."
McQ follows TRM to a small table. TRM takes a small comm link and installs it into McQ's right arm.
"Now if you need me or anyone else, just use this link, okay? " McQ nods in response. "I have other things I need to attend so I'll see you later, McQ," TRM says and then departs the robotic workshop.
McQ heads out in the other direction, but not entirely sure what he's going to do next.
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Originally posted by seryn:
She switches her comm back to ship wide again.
"Attention all hands, food is still available, but in order to get your mitts on it you need to go put on some cute outfit and your best smiling face, and turn up in the common room in say..... half an hour? It'll be worth it guys, trust me, Kelly is cooking again. See y'all there!"
'hmm.'
Jazaf absently snags a kissie and presses it to his deformed arm. The scales on his arm stand and spin into his skin which was hidden underneath. The claws thin out and snap back into Jazaf's fingers. Jazaf grunts as his arm returns to normal. It throbs with numbness for a while but he shakes it off and heads to his quarters.
'Did I even pack any fancy gear?'
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Mystery Man on the Sereni-Tree
Navigator on Destiny
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*Along with the rest of the crew Wash endured a flash of organ-quelling fluctuations that could only be a leap of the 'Tree to FTL drive. Truth of that theory born out by a ship-wide comm saying they were slamming toward safety (toward their "destination", wherever that might turn out to be,) she stops her progress toward rendering now-unnecessary aid in the common room. Uncharacteristicaly indecisive for the nonce, she stands around, pondering the need for sustenance broadcasted by her rumbling belly when she hears Seryn broadcast, "Attention all hands, food is still available, but in order to get your mitts on it you need to go put on some cute outfit and your best smiling face, and turn up in the common room in say..... half an hour? It'll be worth it guys, trust me, Kelly is cooking again. See y'all there!"
'Haven't tasted Kelly's cooking, but it's apparently reputed to be more than palatable...' she ruminates, about-facing to her quarters to seek her cutest outfit.
A scant 5 minutes later Washie is adorned in her slinkiest black dress, all clinging curves and longest blondest waviest hair in the 'verse sliding all down her back to swish FAR below the hem of the garment. Patent leather black heels complete the ensemble as she enters the common room to see a "shine" of Browncoats, many of her fellow 'mates dressed to impress.
Clapping a hand to her stomach as if that would muffle the raging growling she feels at the good food smells wafting in the room, Washie looks about for familiar faces and forms so as to distract herself from the need to consume some groceries before the proper announced time.
Seeing neither Jadehand, coz, seryn, McQ, TRM ("who is he again?," she asks under her breath, not irritated, exactly, more mildly piqued,) nor anybody else she knows wandering the floor with drinks in hand, she saunters up to a silent jukebox located near the bar. It takes coin to operate, but Washie slyly gathers electricity from the air above and, touching her slender index finger to the list of selections, sets the happily playing light-show on it's front to playing Marillion tunes until the cows come home.
"Come and get 'em, Jadehand," she sends the mental message out to him idly.
Extra energy literally in her hands, she psychically broadcasts another broader message to one and all, subliminal adjunct to Seryn's from earlier, "The place is the Common Room. The time is now. Get spiffy and come get some grub."
She receives a tenuous reply from McQ, sees through his thoughts that he's with TRM who's helping the cyborg get clearance for social interaction with the crew.
Washie also catches a fading resonance of the man's earlier shame at her catching him in the lab sans faceplate and helmet. "Ah," she says aloud, "I owe him an apology, and assurances that nothing I saw was in any way an offense to my feminine sensibilities." Nodding to herself, she walks among the assembling Browncoats wearing raiment of almost any hue but ordinary brown, her hips swaying in rhythm to a the hypnotic beat of a Marillion song about clouds.
She says, "Hi, lovely party, neh? I'm Washie, un-ordained ship's counselor on the boat. Would you care to tell me about your mother?", passing quietly from single persons to small groups, making friends or at least acquaintenances now and then by way of her smiling friendliness.
Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien
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McQ makes his way back to the common room and hears a bit of a commotion. The sounds of a social gathering become louder as he reaches the doorway and stops. He looks around and sees there's some sort of party taking place.
Since he's not programmed for social etiquette and is no longer able to eat regular food since most of his body has been replaced with robotics, McQ feels suddenly out of place. He turns around and heads back down the corridor in the direction he came from and returns to the robotic lab where TRM recently scanned him. He finds a place to sit and waits for the social event to be completed and his services are needed.
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BeautifulDisaster slowly slipped through the corridors and hallways of this new ship. She tucked a strand of her short blonde hair behind her ear and kept on walking. She could hear things in the distance, talking. Lots of it. The young girl walked quietly, stealthly, her feet bare. There were people here, definitely. She glanced behind her every once and a while, making sure no one was following her. None of the Alliance. She'd gotten away clean. Somewhere amidst all the chaos she had ran out, away from the people who held her captive. No way were they taking her back there, back to that place. No telling what they'd do to her next. What they'd already done was irreverable.
Beautiful heard the voices getting closer and she kept walking. Before she knew it she was in a doorway, looking in at large group of people. She froze for a moment, scared stiff. The sound of her heart beating grew very loudly in her ears and she looked upon the people.
Too late to try and get away, she'd been seen. BeautifulDisaster stood wide eyed, already shaking with fear.
Live simple. No secrets.
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Originally posted by N0Skillz:
*N0Skillz follows the tugging Ghost, and decides to help pick up the mess that he had partially ben responsible for. As he finishes he sees Kelly pulling the finished lembas outta the oven*
"Those do look good" he said as he reached for a cookie, only to get his hand slapped away,
"Oww." he said sarcastically.
Ghost giggled a little as the cat man got hit then walked over to Kelly putting on her best begging expression, eyes wide and lower lip jutting out and pointed shyly at the fresh cookies.
Shadow looked over at Ghost and almost burst out laughing. Knowing exactly what her younger sister was up to. Ghost could be a little con artist when she put her mind to it. She watched her sister’s pout work it’s magic once again as Kelly gave in and handed the young girl a cookie, not noticing as the girl grabbed a second quickly. Her smile turned into a frown as she watched Ghost hug Ms. Luthien, then scamper off munching on her prize.
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Originally posted by CallMeAth:
Also, with the pain out of the way, Ath realizes he's hungry. He decides that since there are no alarms going off, the ship can wait for a bit. He heads off instead to the kitchen, where he sees Kelly, NoSkillz, Serenity, and a pair of young girls who look like sisters making cookies.*
"Mmm, that smells great! Are they ready yet?"
Shadow looked up at the newcomer, This kitchen was a popular place, she met more new people in here than she had anywhere else on this ship. Looking for Ghost she saw the girl hiding behind Ms. Luthien again and frowned. Ghost was getting too attached, what would happen if they were sent back, what would happen if these people couldn’t or wouldn’t let them stay, then what would happen.
The sound of a new voice in the kitchen made Shadow look at the doorway to see a man, She watched the reactions of the other adults as they talked. None of them noticing the children for now.
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Kelly looks to Serenity, who shrugs, and then notices that Ghost is hiding behind her skirts again. She lays a light hand on Ghost's head, stroking her hair.
"Ath, I have two very special people I'd like you to meet. This is Shadow and this is Ghost," she says, pointing to the two girls. "Girls, this is CallMeAth. He's Serenity's brother and a pilot! Doesn't he have nice wings too?"
Ghost nodded reaching out to touch the wings only to jump back as the announcement over the com and the adults reactions startled her and she ran to Shadow. Not understanding the adults reactions. Alliance was good right? That’s what Mr. Davies at the orphanage taught them every day.
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*Serenity leans over to Shadow and whispers to her.*
You'll never guess what that big cat's name is!
"Um...big scary cat? That'd be a good name for it." Shadow said without thinking as she reached across the counter to grab another apple.
Nope! *Serenity says, smiling.*
That cat's name is Shadow! See, you two have something in common already!
Ghost stared at Serenity wide eyed as she listened in to the conversation. Shadow almost laughed at the expression on her face but quickly hid the urge and looked back to Serenity. “The cat scares Ghost. I don’t like Ghost to be scared, plus big cats eat kids and we don’t want to be dinner.”
The announcement and arrival of two more people in the kitchen made both girls nervous. Kelly noticed this and put both girls to work making them forget about everything going on around them.
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Originally posted by seryn:
"Attention all hands, food is still available, but in order to get your mitts on it you need to go put on some cute outfit and your best smiling face, and turn up in the common room in say..... half an hour? It'll be worth it guys, trust me, Kelly is cooking again. See y'all there!"
Ghost looked at t
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