The Tree-Clubhouse Gang are (almost) grounded
POSTED BY: cozen
UPDATED: Monday, June 6, 2005 16:30
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*splashes lissa back*
"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"
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Oh right. Ankles. I'm all over that.
*Ebo clears her throat and steps up to the ships PA system.*
Will the owner of two well-shaven ankles please come to the jacuzzi? They seemed to be parked on Cozens head. Please remove them or they shall be towed at owners expense.
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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.
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Okay, I'm a day late and a dollar short, but thanks for the Pepsi Ath! You are a kind and thoughtful gentleman. 
*Takes a cue from lissa, and splashes Ath with chocolate.*
Hey, I think there's something down here in the jacuzzi near my ankles.
*Shifts position, and is nearly swamped by a breaching cozen.*
Huh.
"One day, lad, all this will be yours ..."
"What - the curtains?"
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i vote we watch sanford & son while we luxuriate.
esther, you ugly.
~lissa, spwhore
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*Gasp!*
Darn! If I knew fer sure they were your ankles, I'd have been inclined to nibble my way to the surface....
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This thread have an instant replay function?
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Quote:
Originally posted by Emma:Quote:
Originally posted by THEREALME:
Jet, Needleseye, could you coordinate with Emma, please?
Er, Jet, Needleseye nice to meet you.
Oh, my apologies, Emma.
Let’s see… Introductions…
Emma, these two fine ladies are the Sereni-Tree’s Assistant Engineers: Jet and Needleseye. Our Chief Engineer, TheGreyJedi, is currently under Doctor SimonWho’s care in the Infirmary. It seems that he is suffering from some malady acquired due to close proximity to a collapsing space-time singularity.
As you can see, Jet (also known as Bride4) is a slightly built young woman in dingy coveralls with dark hair and glasses. She is quite intelligent, and has actually read through Grey’s very thick Sereni-Tree Technical Manual. She has an excellent memory.
Needleseye, here, is clearly a vision of ethereal loveliness, especially when she is wearing one of her diaphanous gowns.
* TheRealMe pauses for a moment, contemplating this vision of ethereal loveliness. *
Oh, uh, right. Where was I?
Occasionally, Needleseye’s moods cause various types of flowers to spontaneously appear near her.
* TheRealMe leans near Emma and whispers in her ear:*
Uh, Emma, as best as I can determine, Needleseye is some kind of carnivorous aquatic shape-shifting faerie creature. But she’s been quite helpful in the past, and, to date, she has only eaten one of the crew.
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
(The Real Me cannot currently receive messages from this site; he is not ignoring you. But he CAN receive e-mail at realme@pcibroadband.net.)
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Sorry everybody. I really AM trying to get a thread summary together, but RL is getting in the way. Please be patient with me.
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(I don't recollect where I was or what I was doing, so I'll just pick up here.)
*Rat rolls in on his modified Triumph Trident(the one with the duel SPAM guns and the Minbari power source). A third SPAM gun is strapped to his back. Rat removes his sunglasses as he speaks:*
So, did I miss the war?
Ratboy - Acquisitions Officer - Uss SereniTREE.
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I'm going to hazard a yes, though I don't actually know what war you're talking of.
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*Needleseye and Jet watch Ath push the purple button, before he disappears leaving a big chocolatey mess behind him. Nothing appears to have happened.*
Oh no, Jet, Needeseye, did he just push the purple button? Oh God, do either of you know anything about hyperspace communication patterns cos we are pooped if we can't stop it in time.
That button puts out a distress call to all ships on the same frequency, it is connected to a teleportation device and a traction beam which can suck the ship into another bigger ship. Problem is, the frequency is...er...well...I... er, liberated this one from the Evil Enemy TooLeiNaMin.
*All look at camera with threatening dodadoda music in background*
extremely dimensionally transcendental
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