Zanzibar Aftermath and a Sereni-Tree Christmas and a Happy New Year
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Saturday, January 27, 2007 03:39
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In other words, have some sort of skill that I seem to lack? That's okay, it's a fun game to play anyway!!
Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
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TheRealMe sets up the DRDs to refuel the shuttle and get it ready for another flight. He walks down the corridor, goes through the air lock, then another door, and he comes out of the South Wing, finding himself at the upper of two balconies going around the huge common room of the Sereni-Tree.
"Well! It's good to be home!" As he descends the stairwell to the floor of the common room, he checks his com-link for recent events. "Goodness! Bride1 has returned? And PsychicRiver? And TheGreyJedi?"
As he reaches the floor level of the common room, he departs the stairwell and puts his com-link away. He strides to the center of the common room to the pool table. He racks up the balls and selects a cue.
"So, Jake7! Fancy a game of pool, like the old days? Do you want to break or should I?"
TheRealMe, Captain of the Sereni-Tree
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Many apologies, but I thought of Baby Seraphina when I saw this. 
"All these years
Truth In front of my eyes
While I denied
What my heart knows was right."
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ooc - ok, that one is going on the fridge! thats funny. Along with 'before you criticise someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticise them you're a mile away and you have their shoes.'
its a code to live by...
Isn't sanity really a one trick pony, anyway? I mean all you get is one trick, rational thinking! But when you're good and crazy...ooh hoo hoo hoo... the skys the limit!
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aww, that's adorable, Jadehand! Well, the baby's adorable, the butchering of the serenity prayer is a only just a bit amusing.
See! I may never be in character again! ACK!
Serenity,
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Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
As he reaches the floor level of the common room, he departs the stairwell and puts his com-link away. He strides to the center of the common room to the pool table. He racks up the balls and selects a cue.
"So, Jake7! Fancy a game of pool, like the old days? Do you want to break or should I?"
**OOC: Today's the big day -- moving that is. I hope to be back online either tonight or by Monday at the latest. Feel free to move me around until you hear from me again.**
You bet, TRM! Let's hope we can actually FINISH a game this time!
You can break.
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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
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"They just float out there, sending out raver breeding parties..."
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TheRealMe bends over the pool table, sets the cue between the knuckles of his first and second fingers, concentrates mightily, and jabs the cue ball with his cue. Balls clatter and smack together, bouncing off the edges of the pool table in an excellent demonstration of random motion.
The two ball rolls lazily toward a corner pocket, and hovers on the brink while TheRealMe holds his breath. Through will alone, he attempts to force the ball into the pocket.
He releases his breath. "Nothing. Your turn, Jake7."
TheRealMe, Captain of the Sereni-Tree
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TheRealMe sets up the DRDs to refuel the shuttle and get it ready for another flight.
Inside the shuttle the distant noise of busy DRDs is interrrupted by a loud creak and a bang as as the door to one of the shuttles larger lockers pops open suddenly. SR having been exhausted from battle and rescue work realised he needed to return to the tree, but he also needed sleep and in his expereince hanging a 'Do not disturb' sign on a door is guaranteed way to have every distant relation, traveling salesperson, door to door missionary, creditors and drinking buddy to come a calling unannounced. So for he stowed away in the shuttle's locker to secure his transport back and yet still have a place to rest in peace. He had woken once since he had closed the door with a ravenous hunger and had feasted on MRE's, trailmix, and a small care package a travelling cakes and smoked meat that had been one of the many parting gifts from the octagonals, two water skins had properly quenched his thirst. Now he had had consciousnees thrust upon him again in a brutal and savage way. His bladder was screaming at him. He emerged from the locker a horrific vision, he was still in the armor he had scavenged together during the battle of the keep and it was covered in dried orc blood. He was filthy, and the smell was enough to make stern sailors gag. He made his way to the closest privy with a stride that told anyone in his path that to cross it would mean pain, not that anyone crossed his path. After seeing to his inescapable biological needs he returned to the shuttle and gethered up a his personal affects and a large bundle of affects he a 'personalized' from enemy dead on the field of battle. He found Snarky where he had left him attached to the bottom of the shuttle secured by mechanical hands that made a death grip seem feeble by comparison. He activated Snarky and told him that he had no other tasks for him other than to get see to his own armor, clean himself up and repair and damage that he had outstanding from their adventure. From there SR walked to engineering, past a horrified Jet, and into the lockerroom where everything got dumped everything into a pile on the floor and walked into a shower that lasted two hours.
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Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
TheRealMe sets up the DRDs to refuel the shuttle and get it ready for another flight. He walks down the corridor, goes through the air lock, then another door, and he comes out of the South Wing, finding himself at the upper of two balconies going around the huge common room of the Sereni-Tree.
"Well, I'm about for a while at least." He whistles a bit of a certain Tchaikovsky Overture and a red, white, and blue painted DRD comes skittering out from underneath a couch. "Ah, there you are! I've been looking all over for you. Now let me take a look at you, make sure you've been taking care of youself..." He grabs up 1812 and gives it a cursory inspection. "...which you haven't. Tsk-tsk." He flicks some dust out from a few gears and tracks and sends the DRD to the auxillary hangar where TGJ's mecha is parked. He grabs a barstool and a drink to watch the pool game.
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It's only slightly butchered.
**JadeHand sits queitly in his quarters, relaxing and sipping his bottle of water. He reads his book in front of a roaring fireplace with his feet up as he reclines in a comfy chair.**
"All these years
Truth In front of my eyes
While I denied
What my heart knows was right."
Neverland(Marbles)-Marillion
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