The Sereni-Tree and the Raid on Reaverworld
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Saturday, May 19, 2007 06:47
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*finally having dropped off Hewitt in the med bay and in bad need of an energy boost Mai and company take off for the kitchens, where they hear strange sounds that could almost be singing.
"Oh look at that there's a party going on down here! Fun!"
Baby SimonYeti wakes up from all the ruckus and starts bawling in Citizens arms. Then he spots little Finn and starts babbling baby talk. (Simon, not Citizen holding him).
Awww, isn't that cute they want to be friends!
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yes, extremely cute! its like Han and Chewy - The Early Years.
Theres food in the kitchen, what would you like to eat?
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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Well, I'm going in search of some sweets.
I should probably get something for SimonYeti too, what do you think baby Yetis eat?
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um..turnips?
I'm bored. What's going on out here?
Ooh, who's the new guy singing with Jazaf?
Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
Wielder of the Magic Frying Pan of Sleep
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Turnips. Good idea.
*goes to place baby Simon in the high chair
Huh. Ok, so baby yeti's are a bit bigger than than the average baby. He's definitely not going to fit in there!
*hands baby food to Citizen. Here you feed him, I'll hold him. Anyone have a bib he can borrow?
*baby Simon takes his first bite of mushed turnips and promptly spits them back in Citizen's face.
Ok, so turnips are out. Awww, he's so cute when he makes his wittle messies! Yes, what a sweet little thing you are.
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Bib! Yes, I've got a bib here somewhere.
*rummages through her pockets*
Ah, here!
I hope SimonYeti doesn't mind pink daisies.
*ties the bib around the baby yeti's neck just as he spits turnips at Citizen.*
Sorry, Citizen! No turnips then. Maybe squash?
*Hands Citizen a washrag.*
Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
Wielder of the Magic Frying Pan of Sleep
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"For a fuzz ball he's pretty smart." Citizen said wiping Turnipified Yeti spit of his face. "At least someone here knows Yeti's don't eat turnips." He started fishing around in various pockets before pulling out a small bottle. He undid the top and a small plastic teet popped out.
He handed the bottle to the small bawling creature and it started sucking at it happilly. "It pays to be prepared when you breed Monkey Ninja's you know, higher primate baby formula."
"Erm," He started as if remembering something, "You can burp him afterwards..."
More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.
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He handed the bottle to the small bawling creature and it started sucking at it happilly. "It pays to be prepared when you breed Monkey Ninja's you know, higher primate baby formula."
You might have mentioned that before the turnip disaster.
So, you've got these ninja monkeys on board? I bet they could come in useful on some of our more adventerous days.
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Or on our not so adventurous days.
Can they do tricks?
Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
Wielder of the Magic Frying Pan of Sleep
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Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
Or on our not so adventurous days.
*Meanwhile, unable to keep pace with the frantic need for Sereni-Treeists to keep the adventures happening, cozen remains stranded upon the OldWestZombieworld. Pathetically attemtping to complete his golf course with only a spade and blunt hatchet, he espies, in the distance, a smallish yet well armed cavalry of horsemen galloping their dusty way to his relative position, rifles locked and loaded.*
Um, peeps? Y'know, I haven't ever asked for much, eh? But, well, heh: I could maybe, y'know, do with a little rescuing here. Just sayin', is all....
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