The Sereni-Tree and the Shopping Trip
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Thursday, April 13, 2006 08:44
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Originally posted by cozen:
So, elemdee, yeah. Um, any more where that came from?
/me searches around in his pockets, finding another flask. Elemdee tosses it to cozen and raises his flask.
Not sure what's in either flask...this should be interesting.
Cheers!
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http://www.xffx.net/blog <-inching towards daylight
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Oh heavens! Seryn, do you know ANYTHING about babies?
Thankfully, we've got a few months to prepare you. I've got some lovely books back on the TREE you can borrow that will tell you everything you need to know about babies! (Soul, I can feel you rolling your eyes from 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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"yes! they do have textbooks! Oh god what a relief. I knew there had to be instruction manuals somewhere!
So are they really hard to read? I haven't done much reading for a few years. Just maps and letters and the odd trashy paperback."
She picks up a fuzzy blue stripey blanket "oh, goodness this is soft! How do they get things this soft? You know, if they made uniforms out of this, I really think that the millitary would be substantially less cranky."
she ads the blanket, and something near it that squeks and plays music when she touches it. "Well, it'll drive me mad, so he'll probably love it. *turns to Serenity* so you don't know if its a boy or a girl? Have you thought of possible names yet?"
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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.
FozzieWash, You know what I always say: sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug!
KermieMal, I never Know what the heck you're talking about.
FozzieWash, Hey, look! They're sending us free lumber!
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Originally posted by WashsYoungerSexierBrother:
"I dont mind delaying dinner for a while a had an oaty bar last week and that'll keep me going" said Wisp with more than a sprinkle of sarcasm.
"Anyway i am eager to meet more of the group I mean so far ive heard of at least 2 pregnant women and i think three marriges also the invisible spaceship thing was way cool!"
Wisp felt like he was starting to settle in now and with the promise of Rum why shouldnt he? although he had accepted a job on a ship which so far he hadn't seen, it could be a piece of feuseu but he pushed that to the back of his mind and wandered on
Deuce pauses during her headlong rush out of the hanger in order to check out WYSB. Deuce is a young woman, perhaps as old as 20, with red hair, freckles, and green eyes. Her compact, athletic form is dressed in gray-colored sweats. Her left hand holds a pair of sheathed katanas, and it has a golden band on the ring finger.
She smirks at him. “New guy, huh? Wisp is it? Heh. Fine. I’m called Deuce, or Bride2. We’re goin’ after Quincey, who is Bride5. She’s a crewmate of ours who went off partying. Maybe she got lost. Maybe she got lucky. Maybe something else. Noskills has this tiger, here, that can track her down just like a bloodhound.” She points with her weapons. “That’s Noskills there.” She swings the weapons about to smack Jadehand on the shoulder. “This is Jadehand. Looks like you met Scorpion Regent. That big guy who looks like a tin can is McQ. The confused guy with a drink in his hand is Elemdee. And that's Cozen. There's nobody like Cozen. Huh. Where did he come from? Okay, enough talk! Let’s go!”
As they are moving, she adds, “Yeah, like you said, it looks like a couple of our women got themselves knocked up. Buying wedding stuff, now. Baby stuff, too. Some of us came down here just for a shopping trip. But up on the SereniTree we got a bunch of people, maybe 40 or 50. People and other things, too. Robot, Yeti, Elf, Fairy. We take anybody!”
As the group continues following the tiger, they find themselves in some kind of Chinatown. Deuce seems puzzled. “Well, I guess this kinda makes sense, as Quincey comes from an Oriental family, but…”
“But what?” Jadehand asks.
“But she always avoided Chinatowns before. Everywhere she went. Never even ate Chinese food that I remember. She always said that she’s just not in touch with her ancestors, or something.”
Bride2
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Quote:
Originally posted by LightMeDark:
Not sure what's in either flask...this should be interesting.
Cheers!
*His teeth melt, his tongue is aflame. He can trace each millimetre of fire as it descends to his gut. An eternal few seconds later, his belly seems to explode with an attendant feeling of raw nerves exposed to the epicentre of a blast furnace.*
*cough*
Oooooh. *splutter* Heh: smooth, friend! Goooood shit!
Let's *hic* talk out all we know about womenfolk!
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(yep, figured as much)
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The Dagger slides out of hyperspace over Garrison.
The Dagger’s stingray design, flat black paint and shielded engines make it near invisible to most electronics and the naked eye.
Bear and Jennings guide the ship in along the regular shipping lane to further avoid standing out.
Inside the Dagger, the stranger, still green in the face, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, the contents of his stomach littering the floor. All three men roll their eyes.
“You’re paying extra for that.” Grunt says throwing rags at the stranger.
“There it is!!” The stranger jumps up excitedly pointing out the front window. “Shoot It!! Why aren’t you shooting it… or stopping or scanning for her… I mean…scanning to see who’s on board??”
“I told you once to sit and be quiet. Do I have to get Bear to tell you again?” Grunt hisses at the stranger. The stranger looks at Bear and then sits down.
The Dagger neither slows nor alters course as it glides along the shipping lanes past the Sereni-Tree just as the Admiral Nelson launches and the Tree banks for a more discrete orbit.
Bear turns and glares as the stranger opens his mouth to speak. “No, we’re not going to follow it” Bear says before the stranger can utter a word “And we are NOT going to follow that shuttle either. You hired us to do this, so shut up and let us do our job.”
The Dagger continues on to the planets surface.
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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After hours of shopping on Commerce, TheRealMe and Sparky return to the Napoleon Bonaparte. Sparky’s servo motors are groaning under the massive weight of huge bags filled with enough DVDs to replace the impressive collection lost during the Boros Incident. They unload all of this into the cargo area of the Napoleon, and TheRealMe places a brand-new 8-ball on top of that pile. They go back out to find some furniture, next.
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Hidden somewhere on Garrison:
“Mei-ling! Mei-ling Kuin! Awaken! Attend me!”
Quincey slowly regained consciousness. She opened her eyes. The pain in her wrists was intolerable. How many hours had she been dangling from those manacles set in the dungeon wall? Too long! She could no longer feel her fingers. Slowly, painfully, she twisted her head to gaze up at her captor. “I won’t marry him,” she informed him earnestly. “I WON’T!”
A great smile spread across the man’s Asian features. “But Mei-ling, you already HAVE married our leader’s eldest son, Lu Chin. The agreement has been made. He has been sent for, to come to claim you. You are to be taken away.”
“But I never picked that gorram thug for my husband!”
The Asian man stood there impassively. “Mei-ling, it is your exaulted father’s desire that you marry as a provision of the Great Pact. Your father chose Lu Chin over all other candidates.”
“Then my dad can marry the jerk! And my name is ‘Quincey’!”
The man shook his head sadly. “Such insolence!” He came closer, getting in Quincey’s face. “You should feel honored, but you continue to profane the occasion. You have been away too long, Mei-ling. You have forgotten much.”
“Didn’t forget enough!” With some effort, Quincey got her feet under her, and glared back defiantly as she stood. Her hands were on fire as she worked her fingers to get the blood flowing again. “I never should have come back to THIS gorram place! Never!”
“You should rejoice, my dear. Soon, you will be home!”
Quincey, Bride5
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oh, cliffhanger! yey!
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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.
FozzieWash, You know what I always say: sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug!
KermieMal, I never Know what the heck you're talking about.
FozzieWash, Hey, look! They're sending us free lumber!
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