The Sereni-Tree, the Holidays, the New Year, and the Secrets of Zanzibar

POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Sunday, April 13, 2008 04:46
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JAKE7

Thursday, February 21, 2008 7:39 PM

See Mal, you just gotta hang around more often!

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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
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"They just float out there, sending out raver breeding parties..."

SIMONWHO

Friday, February 22, 2008 10:24 AM

*loud noises come from the workshop*

Bloody hell, it's hard work nailing mercury into place.

THEREALME

Friday, February 22, 2008 1:47 PM

"Doctor SimonWho, allow me to be of assistance!"

TheRealMe blasts the freely-flowing mercury with a ray gun. It freezes solid.

"There! That should prove to be more managable, until it thaws, of course."

TheRealMe drops his ray gun and carefully inspects his weapon hand.

"Uh, Doctor? Can you treat a mild case of frostbite? How about a severe case?"

TheRealMe, Captain of the Sereni-Tree

SIMONWHO

Friday, February 22, 2008 2:46 PM

*inspects hand carefully*

Hmm. I think the best course here is amputation. That'll solve the problem in a jiffy.

Hang on, I'm malapropping. Not amputation, afibrillation, that's the one. It'll stimulate your skin to regenerate without any icky leftovers.

*starts the healing process*

KAREL

Friday, February 22, 2008 4:42 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Malicious:
Does that count as a thread jack?

[OOC:] I should come here more often.

MAI

Wednesday, February 27, 2008 1:53 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by Karel

I should come here more often

Yes, you should!

Umm, TRM I know your busy getting limbs cut off and all, but I was thinking (I know, that's out of character) since Mal is back, we should have a party!

Oh and that effigy is very nice, just you forgot the crown.

*offers a crown made entirely of chocolate

MAI

Wednesday, February 27, 2008 1:58 AM

back to the story...

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl
*crawls and stumbles, with the occasionally snagged nail (so annoying) its way down the rocky surface. If hands could talk, it'd squee with delight at the the lush warmth of the grass.

Hmm... well, uh hello hand.

*the fingers wiggle in greeting

Ok, slightly, creepy, so do you know sign language? Maybe you could clue us into what's going on here?

I'm going to take a guess that you have something to do with the wizards school, as the clones here don't seem all that suprised to see you.

THEREALME

Wednesday, February 27, 2008 6:41 AM

At the newly built Zanzibarbarian golf course:

"FORE!" Quincey swings, then follows the ball with her eyes, hopeful of it landing on the green. It does! It bounces once, twice, and… “Hole in one!” Quincey does a little dance. “I got a freakin’ hole in one! Kronk? Did you see that? Kronk?”

Quincey looks up at her new gigantic friend. He seems distracted. He gazes over the forest with a look on his face approaching thoughtfulness. Or at least as close as he can get.

“Kronk, what’s wrong? What do you see?”

Kronk glances down at Quincey. “Kronk see many, many…” It dawns on him that Quincy is not tall enough to see over the tops of the trees. He bends down and carefully and gently picks her up. He lifts her above the forest canopy.

Quincey sees a magnificent view. Upon the highest of a nearby range of hills sits a strongly built structure. It is a huge castle, large enough to contain a hundred rooms. A series of three concentric walls encircle it, thick and high and reinforced by towers at regular intervals. But from the highest room in the highest tower issues a cloud. It is a cloud that encircles, that envelopes the castle. No, not a cloud. There are many, many tiny forms flying above the castle.

“Kronk?” Quincey asks softly. “What is that place?”

“Kronk know!” he announces proudly. “Place of wizards. Place where wizards make wizards.”

“A school?” she asks. “I remember that our briefing said something about a school of sorcery.”

Suddenly, the tiny forms stop circling the castle and head for the forest, toward the very spot where Quincey and Kronk are standing. Kronk gulps and starts running away, each of his massive strides jarring Quincey mercilessly.

“KRONK!” she calls. “Kronk! What is wrong? What is it? Why are you running?” She glances over her shoulder at the rapidly approaching swarm. Quincey is surprised that anything could evoke such terror in such a large being. “What are they?”

“Kronk see this before! Kronk see monkeys fly! Back when Wicked Witch still rules. Back before girl comes with friends and kills her.”

Quincey takes an ocular out of her pocket and puts it to her eye. She activates the device. Though Kronk’s steps make it difficult to get a clear view, it finally focuses on a greatly amplified image and stores it. She studies it carefully. She sees a monkey with wings, part of a great multitude coming her way. She snorts. “Great! That’s all we need! Space Monkeys! Terrifying Space Monkeys!”

Quincey, Bride5

SIMONWHO

Wednesday, February 27, 2008 10:52 PM

For some strange reason, I'm suddenly terrified I left my convertible's roof down. Weird.

Anyway I think we've completed our Malicious to the best of our abilities. Perhaps we ought to have a substitute throne for it as well?

And I really ought to find out what happened to that plot point I left dangling 18 months ago.

PSYCHICRIVER

Thursday, February 28, 2008 5:55 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by mai:

Umm, TRM I know your busy getting limbs cut off and all, but I was thinking (I know, that's out of character) since Mal is back, we should have a party!

*Jumps up out of his hammock.*

A party! Why, that's great. That reminds me, I bought something back... *PR starts rummaging through his backpack on the floor* for you guys... from... my travels. Aha! *He pulls out a rather large bottle of Sambuca.*

*He smirks* Anyone for shots?

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."

"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."

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