USS SereniTREE: A Tale of Two Trees
POSTED BY: TheGreyJedi
UPDATED: Sunday, July 24, 2005 12:55
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Woohoo! (Finally, I reached the bottom of the threads!! Sorry guys, my pc broke!)
*Comes hovering into the common room on the fake tree to see his evil twin attacking MG*
*Wags finger* Tut-tut! Now that is very naughty of you!
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue." 
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
Summer Glau to me - "You are so photogenic."
Me - 
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*Evil PR leaves MG alone and rushes at the good and lovely PR.*
*An epic fight ensues and a few telekinetic tassles later they stop, hovering about two metres from each other in a fighting stance.*
Evil PR: You know, I'm sensing that you're not quite in the game young man. It's time to up the stakes!!
*Evil PR then does two things that you should NEVER EVER do unless to want PR to stuff you with popcorn seeds and then put you in the microwave. 
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*#1 He soars up the balcony, and kicks the River-clone off the balcony and she falls to the floor below, her fall only broken by a pile of SPAM.
#2 Then EvilPR swoops down next to the good PR, who is in shock at the sight of poor River-clone and whispers in his ear. He whispered a spoiler for Serenity.*
Oh. My. God. Oh no you didn't! Now its on bitch!!
*Spin kicks EvilPR to the floor then floats up into the middle of the room.*
You know, you may be my opposite, but even you can't like this stuff.
*By now, there is loads of SPAM slapped all over the room, and PR spins around with his hands above his head, SPAM flying up from all over the room. It forms in a ball just above his hands, and this is a HUGE ball. Its like the size of Jennifer Lopez bum attached to Tom Cruise's ego. Anyway, just as EvilPR is getting up, PsychicRiver uses all of his power to launch the SPAM-Ball at his disgusting dark half, slamming him back into the wall and onto the floor, burying him in SPAM.*
*PR smirks.* Mwuhuaaahahaahahah!!
*He then slowly descends down onto the floor, walks over to the River-clone and extends a hand to her, to help her stand up.*
*She takes his hand and stands* Are you okay??
*River doesn't answer. She stares over PR's shoulder. PR knows what she's staring at. He lets go of her hand and turns around.*
*Out of the pile of SPAM a hand and half an arm is now poking out. Then, another hand emerges next to it. PR sighs and walks over to the SPAM pile. The hands wave around and then a head and torso pop out of the SPAM. Just as they do, PR slams his hand on to his evil twins chest. EvilPR whimpers as PR absorbs his dark side, leaving nothing but SPAM. PR stands up and claps the SPAM of his hands.* Blegh. Yucky stuff.
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
Summer Glau to me - "You are so photogenic."
Me -
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Originally posted by PsychicRiver:
[B#2 Then EvilPR swoops down next to the good PR, who is in shock at the sight of poor River-clone and whispers in his ear. He whispered a spoiler for Serenity.*
Woah. Now that's evil!
"Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us." ~Jerry Garcia
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Originally posted by PsychicRiver:
It forms in a ball just above his hands, and this is a HUGE ball. Its like the size of Jennifer Lopez bum attached to Tom Cruise's ego.
That's big!
Nothing to contribute, just had to let PR know I laughed PepsimIlk out of my nose when I read that. In fact, I think I'm either knocked out or tied down in both trees, so, um, could someone do something with my portion of the plot?
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"...turn right at the corner then skip two blocks...no, SKIP, the hopping-like thing kids do...Why? Why not?"
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Yeah, who keeps tying twg up?
Oh.
Ahem.
Back on the real Tree, I've got some good news and some bad news. The good news is I can track down the original twg. The bad news is that I have to release this evil clone to do so. I've fitted her with a collar that will mentally drive her towards her normal self so that they can reabsorb into each other.
Meanwhile, I need to find my other half. He's been absent for a good three subplots already and I think he's definitely up to something... eeevil.
*releases twg then runs to a safe distance*
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*finishes his pint in the midst of the kissie slaughter, wipes away his Guinness mustache. He calmly inhales deeply, sighing almost. In a flash, he leaps from the bar coming down on top of Needleseye. His left hand is around her throat pinning her to the ground. His shadow-bladed lighsaber ignited and pointing at her eye. His eyes gleam yellow, he growls unearthily. He leans in close to her face, their noses almost touching. Nothing moves. Suddenly, TWJ licks the last trickle of blood from Needleseye's lips and grins, his canine's glistening. He leaps from Needleseye and flies to the shadows.*
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* A tiny, shrunken General Grant buzzes around the lower engineering decks of the False Sereni-Tree. *
Jet: No way out here, either. All the doors, to inside or out, are locked shut and there’s no way to force them open in time!
* Jet activates her shuttle’s com-link to a wide broadcast. *
Hello? This is Bride4. Hey, we have to evacuate the False Sereni-Tree. Its engine core is about to explode! Gather everybody up, get them into the shuttles, and get TheRealMe to make us some dimensional portals out of here!
* A reply crackles over the speakers: *
Hi, Jet. This is Bride5 in the common room. Uh, TheRealMe just disappeared in a battle with TheDarkMe. I think he’s gone, at least for now!
Bride2 (Deuce): Damn! NOW what are we going to do? We’re in deep, now!
Bride3 (Trey): Looks bad. Very bad.
Zoe-clone1 and Zoe-clone2, in chorus: I’ve seen worse, Sir.
* Suddenly, a hull breach alarm sounds from outside the General Grant. There is a pronounced hissing sound as some of the metal-munching Cozenroaches break through the hull of the False Sereni-tree and air starts to escape. Deuce turns to the Zoe-clones who are standing impassively, staring out at this sight. *
Deuce: Have you seen worse than THIS?
Zoe-clone1: No, Sir.
* Zoe-clone2 points at the hull breach, which is still crawling with Cozenroaches: *
Zoe-clone2: What about using THAT exit to get out of this trap?
Jet: Maybe… Who have we been able to collect from the Grant and Lee?
Trey: Since we’ve been flying around, we’ve picked up the Zoe-clones, the troupe of dancing Yeti, and the Windmill Giants, including Rat’s friend Wendell. But there was no sign of Rat, Ath, Jazaf, or PsychicRiver. Wendell says that he saw Rat disappear before his eyes. The big guys sort of got lost, after that. He didn’t know where Jazaf went. In fact, I’m not sure the yeti noticed Jazaf being there at all.
Deuce: Well, he IS a man of mystery.
Zoe-clone2: As far as the others from the General Grant, we were separated from Ath when he took a “short cut”.
Trey: So, was it a short cut, or did he just get lost?
Zoe-clone1: I have no way of knowing, Sir. Nor do I know the whereabouts of PsychicRiver. He seems to have just gone missing.
Trey, sarcastically: Another short cut?
Zoe-clone1: I wouldn’t know, Sir.
Deuce: Uh, hey, Jet, how long have we got, before… you know?
* Deuce makes "explosion" gestures with her hands. *
* Jet turns a critical eye to the rapidly disintegrating hull as the ship is rocked by an internal explosion. *
Jet: Not much time at all!
* Jet pilots the shrunken General Grant out through the hole in the hull. *
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* On a balcony overlooking the False Sereni-Tree’s common room, Bride5 puts away her com-link as somewhere many decks below, the ship is rocked by an internal explosion. *
Bride5: The situation looks bad. Jet says we have to get out of here!
* Bride5 kneels next to where Bride6 fainted. River-clone is touching Bride6’s forehead, a serious expression on her face. *
Bride5: How is she?
River-clone: Sleeping. Sleeping Beauty fell asleep when she pricked her finger. When her Prince comes to kiss her awake, will they fall in love? Or will he be a prick, too?
* Bride5 rolls her eye. *
Bride5: We don’t have time for this crazy talk! Bluefishie, Xander, can you help me carry Bride6 back into the Admiral Nelson? And I don’t know how to fly it. Are any of you a pilot?
* River-clone smiles gleefully, and nods. *
Bride5: And we have to help everyone else out of here, too. I’m not sure everyone in the common room will fit into the Admiral.
River-clone, suddenly serious, does the math in her head: Won’t fit. But I’ve got a secret!
* River-clone grins and stands. Alone, she starts calmly walking along the balcony toward the South Wing. *
River-clone: Two by two. Two by two. Two by two.
* At that moment, EvilPsychicRiver breaks off his mental combat with GoodPsychicRiver, soars up to the balcony, and kicks River-clone off. She drops to the floor of the common room, her fall broken only by a cushion of Spam. River-clone looks at the Spam, somewhat dazed. *
River-clone: This food is problematic.
* EvilPR flies back down to his counterpart, smirking, and whispers something in his ear. *
Quote:
PsychicRiver wrote:
Oh. My. God. Oh no you didn't! Now it’s on bitch!!
*PR spin kicks EvilPR to the floor then floats up into the middle of the room.*
You know, you may be my opposite, but even you can't like this stuff.
*By now, there is loads of SPAM slapped all over the room, and PR spins around with his hands above his head, SPAM flying up from all over the room. It forms in a ball just above his hands, and this is a HUGE ball. Its like the size of Jennifer Lopez bum attached to Tom Cruise's ego. Anyway, just as EvilPR is getting up, PsychicRiver uses all of his power to launch the SPAM-Ball at his disgusting dark half, slamming him back into the wall and onto the floor, burying him in SPAM.*
*PR smirks.* Mwuhuaaahahaahahah!!
*He then slowly descends down onto the floor, walks over to the River-clone and extends a hand to her, to help her stand up.*
*She takes his hand and stands* Are you okay??
*River doesn't answer. She stares over PR's shoulder. PR knows what she's staring at. He lets go of her hand and turns around.*
*Out of the pile of SPAM a hand and half an arm is now poking out. Then, another hand emerges next to it. PR sighs and walks over to the SPAM pile. The hands wave around and then a head and torso pop out of the SPAM. Just as they do, PR slams his hand on to his evil twins chest. EvilPR whimpers as PR absorbs his dark side, leaving nothing but SPAM. PR stands up and claps the SPAM of his hands.* Blegh. Yucky stuff.
* River-clone runs up to PscyhicRiver, hugs him, and smiles: *
River-clone: Want a little kiss?
* As PsychicRiver moves in for a masterful patented lip-lock, River-clone grabs a nearby wandering kissie, jams it in PsychicRiver’s face, and jumps back. She pulls out a camera to take a shot of the resulting display of affection from the creature. PsychicRiver sputters in surprise. Then, the kissie starts licking Spam juice off PR’s fingers. *
River-clone: You are SO photogenic!
* River-clone puts her camera away and starts skipping toward the stairs connected to the South Wing, which run up the entire height of the South Wing. She starts to climb up, once again serious and muttering to herself: *
River-clone: Two by two. Two by two. Two by two.
* Bride5 is hanging over the balcony, watching.
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mmm... are you asking me to dance?
thinks ~that wasn't quite Grey? with wings? hmmm...
*touches a bloody fingertip to her lips*
Ahem, you missed some...
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*the taste of blood still fresh on his tongue, he flies to engineering. False, shadow, mockery, but still a copy of the SereniTREE. He walks to the doors. With a glance they open before him. Radiation and fusion engery assault his senses. He grins madly, his form black against the brilliant light of the failing drive. Calmly he walks forward. With a flick of his right hand, his blade is ignited again. He drives it into the core of the Fusion drive. Like a black hole, the unquenchable darkness of his weapon draws in the energies and light from the drive. bulkheads begin to bend inwards, rivets popping, sparks flying, as the fusion containment begins to crumple and collapse around the unholy blade. Then, darkness. The explosions cease, the internal lights wink out. Only silence. Silence and utter darkness. Life support failure alarms begin to flare up, red emergency lights slowly flickering into awareness. In the dim red light, long shadows grow. And almost palpable malice spreads through the ship. Among the shadows stalks a greater darkness, a dimming force. Grey licks his lips, still the taste of blood.*
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