The Sereni-Tree: How to Steer In Hyperspace, and Other Observations
POSTED BY: SoulOfSerenity
UPDATED: Monday, October 25, 2021 19:28
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As Mai and Jake7 depart the bridge, Quincey is staring at the console before her muttering to herself and pulling at her hair.
Quincey, Bride5, Pilot
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In the common room, a cloud of mist appears and coalesces into a figure, clad in flip-flops, Hawaiian shirt, Bermuda shorts and straw hat, travelling at a high speed.
The figure slams into the far wall. The loud squeaking of flesh pressed to metal accompianies his slow slide to the floor.
Safe slowly stands and examines the remnants of his pineapple margarita glass.
"Y'know, its times like these that I almost consider giving up drinking... almost."
He looks around. "This doesn't look like Key West; in fact it looks startlingly like the common room of the Sereni-Tree..."
He knocks his heels together and closes his eyes, "There's no place like Key West, There's no place like Key West."
Safe peeks one eye open and looks around. Resigned, he opens the other, "Crap... ummm... Hello?"
He cringes, waiting for a response, dreading a Yeti greeting. It took him a full year to get wet Yeti fur smell out of his clothes.
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"Here, darlin'!"
A tall woman of African descent hands Safe a replacement drink.
"You're right. There's no place like home. Welcome home."
Trey, Bride3, Bartender
PS: Congrats on the novel! You have the guts I never did!
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**As Mai goes to the kitchen to try to find ingredients to make cake, a loud squishy crash grabs Jake7's attention. She whips around to see Safe flattened against the wall, holding a broken glass, looking slightly dazed. Bride 3 materializes out of nowhere to hand him a new drink**
Safe!! You scared the hell out of me! Are you OK?
**Sparky suddenly spurs to life and hurries over to clean up the glass/drink mess**
Why are you dressed like that?
*OOC: Congrats on the book!
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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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Soul mumbles to himself as he descends the stairs from the cockpit.
"Gorram math...I hate math..."
Shuffling up to the bar, he grabs a bottle of root beer and takes a long swig. He turns and notices Safe staring at him with one eyebrow raised.
"What? Apparently, I need to be able to think in order to figure out where we're flying to, so bug off."
Soul turns back to the bar, and is in the middle of a second drink when the appropriate synapses in his brain begin firing. He sprays root beer all over Trey and turns to crush Safe in a rather un-manly hug.
OOC: Published?!? That's awesome!!! Congrats!! What is it? When can I buy many copies?
Crap...now I really feel bad about not writing more...
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Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
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Safe graciuosly accepts the new drink from Trey and turns to greet Jake7 when he is squished by a rather unmanly hug, crushing his new drink.
"Umm... good... to... see... you...too... Soul." He grunts.
After a rather long uncomfortable pause, "you can let go now..."
Soul releases his grip still grinning.
"Now can anyone tell how and why I am here an not Key West?"
OOC: Thanks all, but lets not get to ahead of ourselves. An exerpt of my book, which I had submitted to a writing contest, is being printed in an anthology called Wicked Words Anthology. My book is in second draft mode but I hope to have it done this summer... I hope...
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*watches as Safe collides with the wall.
That is so not my fault!
Cake anyone?
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes
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Trey responds to this scene by producing yet another new drink.
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Well there is rum in the cake so this should be an excellent party!
*group hug
I missed you guys.
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes
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With a ping, elevator doors located on the far side of the common room open. People arrayed around the bar can see six huge white-furred yeti stagger out, some helping others walk. All are wounded. Some plop down on the couch, others on the floor. The last to come out is dragging a scale-covered haunch of meat almost as tall as he is.
"Hunt over! Time for lunch!" Then he notices the humans.
"Ah!" He drops the meat, runs across the common room, leaping over the couch and pool table with his long strides. He slides to a stop like a batter running home and grabs the hugging Safe and Soul in an even larger hug. "Ervin glad to see old friends!" In addition to the smell of wet yeti, the blood of whatever they just killed rubs off on the two.
Suddenly, while still hugging the two men, Ervin's head twists this way and that, nostrils flaring. "Wait! Ervin smells... rum cake?"
Ervin, Yeti
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