The Sereni-Tree and the Third Anniversary Party
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Thursday, July 26, 2007 13:35
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**Just as Jake7 comes to say a few words, the crowd disperses...**
Drat. I was too late! Well, I'll say something anyway!
**jake7 steps up to the mic, clears her throat and begins to speak**
I was thinking the other day that it seems unbelievable that we've had this sometimes silly/sometimes perilous adventure going on for three years. It seems like just yesterday when Ebo started the "I am NOT a guy clubhouse". Never in a million years would I have dreamed of the adventures we'd all go on. The various crew that would come and go and how much fun we'd all have together. We are a crew and a gorram fine one at that.
I'm proud to be one of you.
Now -- I'm off to find something to eat -- I'm STARVING!!
**jake7 walks off "stage" to get some food and to stake a spot to watch the fireworks**
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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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*Serenity grabs a plateful of veggie tofu shish kabobs and joins Soul and Serra on the grass to watch the fireworks and enjoy the festivities.*
Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
Wielder of the Magic Frying Pan of Sleep
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*claps*
Whoo hoo!
I thought that was a nice speech.
ok... *grabs swim suit and takes Fin swimming*
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!
http://www.myspace.com/seryndippyt
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*Is laying in the shade of a tree by the lake, propped up by his arms behind his head, watching Fishie and the others splashing around and haveing fun, and listining to "Elevation" by U2 on his iPod*
"It's great to have found... dare I say it... a family..." he muses to himself, then gets up to join Fishie in the shallows, splashing Fishie with an armfull of water by way of greating and starting a massive splash fight
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*screams and begins splashing BC2007 excitedly*
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*as he gets hit in the face with a massive wave thrown up from Fishies arms, he slips and falls flat on his butt in the shallows... he blinks and then begins laughing hystarically*
OOC: sorry for not posting back soonish... been busy with work and life 
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*starts laughing as well, slipping on the slick lake bottom and falls herself*
"Well, so much for dry pants!"
*begins laughing harder and kicks water toward BC2007*
OCC: GRADUATION TOMARROW!!!
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Time: Sometime After The Fall Of The Immortals...
Location: Mount Unattainia
13 the Chicken-Man Hybrid Thing squinted his beady avian eyes, surveying the glass altar with the look of somebody who has discovered a sandwich in their fridge that has grown green mossy fur, and is still debating whether or not it is edible.
"Smelly," 13 noted, scratching at the stone steps leading to the altar with his claws.
"DON'T DO THAT," a deep, thunderous voice warned.
13 yelped, hand going to his swordbelt. Remembering that he had been forced to trade the sword for corn, the Chicken-Man simply squawked and bared his hen's teeth, or lack thereof.
"Who's there?"
"NOBODY AND EVERYBODY. NOTHING AND EVERYTHING. EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE."
13 hesitated for a moment, fist-sized brain buzzing. Finally, he let out a confused, "What?"
The booming voice sighed. "YOU'VE COME FAR. WHAT IS IT THAT YOU SEEK?"
13 noticed that each time the voice let out a word, the altar glowed momentarily scarlet. His meager brain managed to come up with the idea that the voice and the altar were linked somehow. How, he didn't exactly know.
"Maybe...it's the ALTAR that's talking to me!" 13 realized aloud, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
The voice sighed again. "WHAT IS IT THAT YOU SEEK?"
"I wish to know the secrets of the Glass Altar!" 13 attempted to bellow. "I wish to learn how to-"
"APPROACH, MORTAL!"
13 shrugged, and did as the voice said, walking towards the Glass Altar tentatively. Standing in front of the great slab, 13 peered into it, seeing nothing but his own reflection.
"This isn't so great," he grumbled.
"SILENCE. THE GLASS ALTAR KNOWS ALL, SEES ALL BEFORE ALL EVER WAS. THE GLASS ALTAR-"
"I could have just gotten a mirror, but noooo, I have to track down a prophetic scroll, slay a legendary behemoth..."
"I SAID SILENCE, DAMMIT, AND I MEAN IT! JUST SHUT UP AND TOUCH THE BLOODY ALTAR!"
13 shrugged again, tapping the Altar once.
The thing glowed not scarlet this time, but white. A bright white, so bright that a smarter person would turn away. But 13 the Chicken-Man just grinned dumbly, blinking as it grew brighter still, and then suddenly flooded with black.
13 squinted at it, tapping it insistently. The Altar's surface ran with strange white text. 13 attempted to read it, eyes widening at it's secrets.
"BEHOLD, MORTAL. THE GLASS ALTAR HAS JUDGED YOU AS WORTHY TO BECOME IT'S VESSEL."
"What does 'lol' mean?" 13 asked, and the voice ignored him. "What's a 'MSG'? Isn't it that thing that makes chips taste good?"
"NO. IT IS NOT."
"Oh." 13 sounded disappointed. "That's alright, I guess."
"NOW, YOU SHALL BE VESSELATED, MORTAL."
"Is that even a word?"
"MORTAL?"
"No, 'vesselated.' I mean, I know you're this all-powerful being seer thing, but you can't just-"
"YOUR FACE WEARIES ME. GO NOW, THE SECOND 13. BE BORN INTO THE FACE YOU WORE IN THE BEGINNING."
"Now, what in twenty-three flavors does THAT mean?"
13's question was not answered, though, as the Chicken-Man was swept up from the Altar, eyes widening as he saw a great black portal open in the sky, flame and lightning issuing from the hole in the roof of the world.
"I'd like to get off, now, please," he whimpered.
The voice boomed up at him as 13 drew closer to the portal, eyes pulled open by the force of the wind he created.
"ONE LAST THING, MORTAL. WHILE WE HAVE AN OPEN POLICY CONCERNING MESSAGES, PLEASE BE CIVIL WHILE RESPONDING TO OTHERS."
"What? What the-HWAAAAAHHHHHAAAA!!!"
Several Milliseconds Later In Time...
Cold. Wet. Cold + wet = liquid. Add taste (represented by 't') and c+w(t)= w2.
Water. As 13, now free of memories, his avian qualities, rose from the Sereni-Tree's lake, he shouted, "Where am I? Who are you people?
"DAAAAANNNNNIIII!!!!!"
OOC: Yes, I'm back, and worse than ever! Oh wait, not worse. Better, with a new smell and flavor!
Q: Fish or Hogarth?
A: Marillion.
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'Trolls will d
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*noticeing the strange, ranting man ape gone wrong thing sitting in the middle of the lake screaming for some guy named Danni BC turns to look at Fishie and shrugs*
"...You alright mate? Ya kinda... cannonballed in here from the sky... or... something"
*scratchs his head*
"Wonder if my entrance was that ungraceful... oh, yeah, the bruses... and the headache... at least he got to land in water" he muses
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Quote:
Originally posted by 13:
Q: Fish or Hogarth?
A: Marillion.
"I will stare from the window
At the shapes in the rain." -Beyond You - Afraid of Sunlight -Marillion
visit WWW.Marillion.com for a better way of life.
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