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The Sereni-Tree: Skiing With Yeti

POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Tuesday, December 9, 2008 07:47
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Tuesday, October 21, 2008 11:05 AM

Anyone ever played volleyball using a flan as the ball? No?

Okay, who's ready to do something unique?

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Tuesday, October 21, 2008 9:39 PM

I do! I do!

What is your plan for keeping it relitively intact, though? Are we going to make it extra-hard, put a force field around it, or are we just going to let it collapse and fly into a million gooey pieces each time we hit one? (and I have to warn you, if I do manage to hit it, it will be a hard hit)

Aiko Kitahoshi, passenger aboard the LoS, frequently awol due to the phenomina that is rl.

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Sunday, November 2, 2008 10:07 AM

Bluefishie wonders where everyone is...

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Sunday, November 2, 2008 1:19 PM

"Okay, this was rather difficult. I had to alter the molecular structure of the flan in just such a way as to remain flan, yet to be cohesive enough to stay in ball form."

TheRealMe comes onto the beach holding a Flanball. He hands it to Deuce.

"Go ahead, Bride2. Give it a try."

Deuce eyes the Flanball dubiously, then shrugs. She faces the volleyball net, leaps high into the air, and serves.

The Flanball disintegrates when she smacks it. Specks of flan fly all over the beach, covering everything.

TheRealMe rubs the flan from his eyes. "Hmmm... I suppose that I will have to try a different recipe."



TheRealMe, Captain of the Sereni-Tree

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Sunday, November 2, 2008 8:06 PM

Do you want to borrow my pig's bladder? I'm sure I have it somewhere round here.

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Friday, November 7, 2008 6:43 PM

A pig's bladder?!? I don't know if I want to be playing volleyball with THAT!

Maybe we can figure out how to make one out of starch and water -- you know, that mixture that acts like a solid or a liquid depending on the force placed on it?

It would sure give us plenty of reason to keep it in the air!

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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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Saturday, November 15, 2008 6:58 AM

*time portals through on Sundown, and shakes the sand out of her hair*

Whooo!!!!!

*gets smacked in the face with the pig bladder*
What the heck?
*picks it up*
Ewwww! WHOEVER THREW THIS AT ME IS GONNA PAY!!!!


Mrs. Universe

MR. UNIVERSE----> <----MRS. UNIVERSE

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Saturday, November 15, 2008 3:18 PM

At the volleyball game, Jet hides the smile on her face. Quincey snickers. Deuce, hands on her hips, laughs loudly.

Brow furrowed, Bobby Sue points at Mrs Universe. "Who's THAT?"

Deuce scrutinized Mrs Universe more closely, while rubbing the bruise on her belly. "Hey, she's that gorram speed bump I ran into on the Yeti ski slopes!"


Deuce, Bride2
Jet, Bride4
Quincey, Bride5
Bobby Sue, Bride6

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Sunday, November 23, 2008 7:32 AM

Mrs. Universe narrows her eyes at Deuce, and rubs her side. "Well, the speed bump didn't take too kindly to your running into her, either." She smoothes her dress, which, by now, is dirty and torn at the bottom, and says, quite sadly, "I'm trying to go back in time to save my love. Unfortunately, I can see quite well that I am in the wrong place." She sits down and sighs.

Mrs. Universe

MR. UNIVERSE----> <----MRS. UNIVERSE

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Sunday, November 23, 2008 4:08 PM

The tall, busty blonde in the sun dress comes over to Mrs Universe. She is carrying an urn. "Hi, I'm Bobby Sue, the Sixth Bride. Hey, I'm REAL sorry about your love dying and all. But don't you worry! Jet is pretty smart. She can build you a time machine!"

She turns back to the volleyball game. "Jet, you can build her a time machine, right?"

The short dark-haired woman pauses before commencing her serve. "Nope. Not my area of expertise. In fact, I think it's impossible."

"Oh," Bobby Sue ponders, brow furrowing. She turns back to Mrs Universe. "Never mind!" she says cheerfully. "Want some ice cream?"


Jet, Bride4
Bobby Sue, Bride6

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