The Sereni-Tree: Life, the Universe, and Everything
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Wednesday, March 22, 2006 16:28
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Originally posted by BeautifulDisaster:
BeautifulDisaster slowly slipped through the corridors and hallways of this new ship. She tucked a strand of her short blonde hair behind her ear and kept on walking. She could hear things in the distance, talking. Lots of it. The young girl walked quietly, stealthly, her feet bare. There were people here, definitely. She glanced behind her every once and a while, making sure no one was following her. None of the Alliance. She'd gotten away clean. Somewhere amidst all the chaos she had ran out, away from the people who held her captive. No way were they taking her back there, back to that place. No telling what they'd do to her next. What they'd already done was irreverable.
Beautiful heard the voices getting closer and she kept walking. Before she knew it she was in a doorway, looking in at large group of people. She froze for a moment, scared stiff. The sound of her heart beating grew very loudly in her ears and she looked upon the people.
Too late to try and get away, she'd been seen. BeautifulDisaster stood wide eyed, already shaking with fear.
Live simple. No secrets.
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*Washie's first honest-to-goodness party since her climbing aboard the Sereni-Tree some weeks(?) ago has been good for her soul. The crew, the good, the bad, the hysterically funny among them, are a talkative lot, mostly, and that's good for her chosen profession.
She sips a fruity alcohol concoction in a tall glass someone handed her, the taste of the stuff burning sweetly pleasant down her throat that's only been used to non-alco drinks. Seeing TRM's weary self pause at the entrance to the common area, his fists at the hem of his uniform jacket tugging the dusty wrinkled hem sharply downward ala Jean Luc Picard, Washie turns away staring at nothing, slightly swaying to the strains of the juke box's Marillion in implied disinterest in anything else. If his duties give him a chance, she knows he'll take a little time to party, if not, well, the bulkhead walls of the large ship make a good fence, they're bound to run into each other.
She feels his large hand take hers gently, turns toward him slowly as he raises it to his lips. "Ahhh, hiya," she smiles up at him from a close vantage point. The connection of their skin in the crowded room sends her mind into his as he smiles back.
She's on a psyche-surface-reading-only process, endeavoring to train herself to keep just to the edges of folks' minds, unless emergencies or permission allows for deeper probing. Thus her mind hovers at the edges of him, gaining impressions of fatigue and a soupcon of concern that she not be unsettled at his earlier inability to come when she called.
As he murmurs an unnecessary but highly gratifying apology, her eyes smile up into his and her fingers twine with the ones holding her hand. Her satin slippers-clad toes raise her up high enough to press a warm kiss beneath his jawline, just below where his beard begins.
Against the skin of his neck she tells him she's sorry, he must be exhausted. "You're one of the few who hasn't hasn't either passed out from fatigue or caught a wink of legitimate sleep, First Officer, re-introductions to old/new friends oughta wait till you're ready." TRM nods and sighs wearily, his face tilted down to hers, his lips at her temple.
His vocalizing a reply is halted as Washie stiffens in his arms, her eyes taking in a slight form in bedraggled dress at the doorway.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a beautiful disaster newly arriving," she says as she looses TRM's hand and gives him an "I'll be right back."
Washie tentatively touches the bare-footed and lovely lass on her arm, their contact communicating abject fear, although skin touch was not needed, the girl's shaking all over was sufficient to tell the tale.
"I'm ItsaWash, new here too. Call me Washie, if you want, and you're?"
"Beautiful Disaster. Scared to meet you, to meet anybody, really," the short blonde hair dips
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*JadeHand smiles at the touch to his nose, and rises from the couch with the plate of food. A few bites and a couple of minutes later, he sees people coming in to the common room wearing fancy dress and looks at himself.*
"No, this will never do..."
*He's pleasantly surprised by the music he hears and this increases his pace as he carries the plate back to his room to dress more appropriately. Several minutes later he returns to the balcony overlooking the commons. He wears black leather boots and black pants, a dark red shirt with a black silk tie and a small silver band on his left pinky. He looks across the gathering crowd, and takes in the scene, and the music.*
"It's good to be home."
*He stalks down the stairs to join the fun......*
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Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
"Billy, don't be a hero
Don't be a fool with your life...."
OOC: Thanks, Cozen, now that song will be stuck in my head all day! 'Course, I did have a crush on Bo Donaldson back in the day...
**Upon hearing the several food announcements, jake7's stomach growls loudly. Since they were now in hyperspace, there was no real need for her to be at the gun. She disengaged herself from the turret and heads back to her bunk to change for dinner. She doesn't have much in the line of "nice" clothes, so she dons a clean set of coveralls, puts on some makeup to at least appear to have done something with herself and sets off to the common room.**
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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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Originally posted by seryn:
Entering the shuttle she's careful to make enough noise to not seem threatening, and places the plate and a glass on a nearby surface. Humming gently to the music, she taps him lightly on the shoulder, smiles and leaves.
Safe starts a bit at the touch on the shoulder. While not asleep, he was in a quiet rest, letting the music wash over him. He was ashamed that he hadn't heard anyone enter. And even more ashamed that he hadn't thanked the woman yet again.
Hunger overcame the embarrassment.
After finishing the food and drink, Safe set to cleaning himself up. Shirtless in the ISSCV'c cramped bathroom, he examined the wound to his left arm. To his surprise it was healing faster than expected. It was still going to leave a scar, and it would ache for sometime, it was just another scar and ache to add to the collection.
Unlike other Alliance officers, Safe was always on the front line with his squad, and as a result he had earned the battle scars and respect of the men that served under him. At the same time, it added to the long list of things the Command felt he did wrong.
Realizing that he was now seated, holding his dress uniform, Safe shook his head to dispell the past. Wearing the uniform wouldn't be appropriate after the events of today but it's the only clean clothes he had.
Leaving the jacket and hat in his bag, Safe exits the ISSCV dressed in his white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, and his dress uniform pants and shoes.
OOC: Jake7, it was my fault. I have that song stuck in my head and felt I had to share my insanity. Sorry
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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"Hello?"
She waits a little longer, then decides to leave the tray and get back to the party. At some point the engineer, what was her name again? would venture out, and she'd find the food then, if it didn't spoil in the meantime. Before she leave she knocks on the door again, just incase, but shrugs and then leaves.
She reaches the common room and works her way amongst the people, smiling at Kelly and Serenity and at Washie, who was engaged in gently encouraging another newcomer to eat something "pretty girl, wonder who she is?" She spots Jadehand and starts to make her way over to him when she's frozen suddenly by an alarmingly familiar sight. Tall and lean, once neat hair grown a little long, straight backed and clothed in an Alliance uniform, relaxed, unbuttoned and rolled up sleeves, but a uniform nonetheless. She breaths slowly, dismissing the idea of ghosts, but can't stop herself being pulled back into a memory so strong she could smell it.
Seated on the end of her bed, a huge overstuffed thing, silk beadspread and artfully arranged pillows, she'd been trying to get it replaced, but he had said that it had been a gift, their wedding gift, from his mother. So perched there, attempting, slightly drunkenly, to remove a too chunky bracelet. Giving up and taking off her shoes, breathing a huge sigh of relief, and looking up to watch as he removed his uniform jacket, folding it precisely and leaning against her dressing table to take off his watch, his tan skin a sharp contrast against the bright shirt and the soft grey of his trousers. The devilish grin on his face, the promise of things to come, a whole day spent pandering to the whims of overstuffed officials and diplomats, all forgotten as he crossed the room.
That had been two days, only two days before the crash that had killed him. A crash that had turned out to be the work of his own family. And a crash that had forced her into hiding, for the sake of a child she was still too afraid to actually have
She blinks, looks at the guy again, forcing herself to see whats there and not her own superimposed ideas. Swallowing a lump that had formed in her thraot, she realises that its actually the guy from the shuttle... Safe, that was his name. And not her husband at all.
She needed sleep, she was loosing it, stupid memories, projecting her issues onto innocent bystanders and doubting her own decisions.
...and yet she'd been doubting her decision for a while now. Ever since getting to the ship. There was, cruiser related mishaps notwithstanding, no safer place to be now, she couldn't put it off forever...
Seeminly sudden, but absolute, she makes up her mind - to visit a doctor, not the ships doctor, but one that knew of the procedure she'd had, and to have it reversed. She was going to have this baby. Pain, sickness and fat ankles be damned.
Locating TRM she crosses to where he stands,
"Hey. Our destination? Where would this be? Any where near one of the richer planets? I need to... do something." She realises she's being both rude, pushy and vague, and smiles
"I'm sorry. This is a party and i'm trying to make you talk shop. I just need to make a short, but very important visit, I could take a shuttle, there would be no need to take the Tree near, but I would like to know if its possible"
*pause* "Is it possible to send a wave from hyperspace?"
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OOC:angst again! sorry! this is the start of that whole back story I was talking about I suppose.
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Hodgins: Your robot reminds me of you. You tell it to turn it stops. You tell it to stop it turns. You ask it to take out the garbage it watches reruns of Firefly.
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*Having successfully anhilated Bo Donaldson via the expedient use of several handy nuclear armaments, cozen awakens to the aroma of yummies that have apparently been left beside him on the floor at a safe remove from his bleeding head.*
Heh. Ain't that just the Tree? Do something stoopid, and someone feeds ya. Is that a lesson for future behaviour, or what?
*Twg shimmies by, singing Jive Talkin' in four or five languages.*
Right. I do know when to give up, okay?
*Returns to Stockholm Suite, showers, shaves leaving a Fu Manchu 'stache, changes into: white polyester flared pants, 3 1/2" platform shoes, silk shirt buttoned only to the navel. Adds a silver spoon necklace.*
Let's dance!
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*JadeHand enters the Common Room with a smile on his face. He makes his way through the room, talking with his new friends and introducing hiself to those he has yet to meet. He makes his way to a table full of food and beverage and pours a large glass of water for himself and grabs an apple. Biting into it, he smiles again as the sweet juices flow across his tongue.*
*He finds a empty piece of wall, and presses his back into it, Raises his right leg and places the foot against the wall. He watches the crowd, and takes another bite.*
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But you might as well talk to the stones and the trees and the sea
'Cause nobody knows And so few can see
There's only beauty and caring and truth beyond darkness." -Estonia(This Strange Engine) -Marillion
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Originally posted by seryn:
She catches sight of Ath, and smiles at him, 'kissies? Did they help? They wern't that powerful on others, but I hope they helped!'
Well, I'm one of the creators, so they seem to work a little better on me.
Yeah, that's a good reason.
"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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*Upon hearing Seryn's announcement, Ath excuses himself from the kitchen and heads back to his room to change. He digs through his closet for a while before deciding on a white suit, with a blood red shirt and a black tie.
After putting it on, which necessitates him cutting holes for his wings, Ath heads out to the common room. Spotting Kelly with the two young girls, he makes a beeline for her.*
"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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Ghost looked around wide eyed, gripping her sister's arm tightly as she was led into the common room. There were so many adults here. She wasn't used to so many people, moving closer she felt Shadow wrap an arm around her holding her close as Ms. Luthien led them further into the room.
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Shadow stood silently beside Ms. Luthien as the party continued. Ghost had long since taken up residence at Ms. Luthien's side not leaving her side and hiding behind her skirts. Catching her sister's eye she smiled reassuring the girl she would return before slipping away from the adults.
No one seemed to notice her wandering about, her eyes focusing on exits, and potential escape routes, as well as the adults. With that done she looked back over to where her sister was now being held by Mr. Ath. Giggling as the man said something to her. Ms. Luthien standing next to them smiling. Sadness came over her, they looked like such a happy little family. A mommy, a daddy, and a daughter. Ghost never had anything like that, but she could remember before, remember someone holding her like Mr. Ath was holding Ghost, could remember a woman singing her to sleep and tucking her in at night, but that was before.
Frowning at the direction her thoughts were taking Shadow wandered over to one of the food tables and grabbed an apple. Walking along the wall lost in her thoughts.
Quote:
Originally posted by Jadehand:
*JadeHand enters the Common Room with a smile on his face. He makes his way through the room, talking with his new friends and introducing hiself to those he has yet to meet. He makes his way to a table full of food and beverage and pours a large glass of water for himself and grabs an apple. Biting into it, he smiles again as the sweet juices flow across his tongue.*
*He finds a empty piece of wall, and presses his back into it, Raises his right leg and places the foot against the wall. He watches the crowd, and takes another bite.*
Shadow didn't notice the man leaning against the wall until she accidentally bumped into him, the impact causing her to fall to the ground, and begin chokeing a bit on the piece of apple she was eating.
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