The Sereni-Tree: Quest For The Giant Firebreathing Space Chickens!
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Thursday, September 21, 2006 06:07
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wow. their chickens can talk on the phone?! and do the speak chickencluck or human?
thanks for the info, LMD.
here have a drink!
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Actually, Mai, our good friend LMD can communicate with any creature, not unlike the superpower that Ebonezer had.
TheRealMe, Captain of the Sereni-Tree
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...of course, we must still face the fact that space chickens can use telephones!
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JH: ooh, fantastic! Pirate Day is going to be so much fun!
Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
http://callmeserenity.livejournal.com/
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Quote:
...space chickens can use telephones!
See that's my pointh exaclty *hic*
I've got a theory bormin in my frain...
Them fire chicks are more intelligent than any of us know. If they can conquer the phone lines who knows what other things they know that we don't know that they know. You know?
I bet'cha it ain't the people running this planet it's the FIRE CHICKENS!!!!!
'Nother drink please tarbender.
Also, deep thought for the day,... Do you think that if two riders of the fc's ride straight at each other to see who will give in before an immenite crash... Is that still called playing chicken?
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Hmm. I hope my chicken confusion ability still works on intelligent chickens who can use the phone!
Maybe we can call one back and I can try it to see what happens? (After we make sure we're not somewhere they can find us and toast us should things go wrong. I *do* have my remote with me, but I have no idea if it's good against just plain old fire...)
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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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*really wants to play "chicken" now*
Ba-caw!
Yes! more drinks. Good call. But I'm thinking we should get a suite of rooms for us for the night.
*stumbles up to the bar and fumbles in his pocket. He produces a small gem stone and lays it on the bar. Having a hushed conversation with the barkeep, a series of nods later, he stumbles back to the table followed by a server with more drinks. He takes his seat back with Mai and TRM*
Drinks, dinners, breakfasts, and rooms for us are covered. For the week.
*receiving a quizical look from his allies, he replies:
"Pirate."
As he begins to sip from his next beverage.*
"I have been here many times before In a life I used to live
But I have never seen these streets so fresh Washed with morning rain
I have seen this face a thousand times Every morning of my life
But I never saw these eyes so clear Free of doubt and pain
Like the whole world has been made again."
Made Again (Brave)-Marillion
visit WWW.Marillion.com for a better way of life.
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Quote:
Originally posted by seryn:
SR returns to the Castle to find hundreds of people milling alover the place, and small child tugs on his tunic hem and in coached tones tells him the Seryn is over this way.
Following the kid, SR see Seryn seated amongst a group of ladies in bright dresses in a small raised dais off to one side of a large open and almost empty field.
"Hey darling! Look, I made some new friends. They were just telling me about whats happening, its like an old medieval tournament, and they have the jousting and whatnot, but they also have events like chicken dressage, agility training, chicken dancing and chicken confusing. *lowers voice* BTW, all the wild chickens belong to the king. and all the property of the people also belong to the king, so basically, everything belongs to the king, so if we're of to hunt them, we now know who we're avoiding.
Look, they're about to start the chicken dancing..."
*several knights waddle out onto the saw dust surface and begin rhythmically waggling their elbows and hands*
"Oh... ok, I was expecting the chickens to do the actual dancing..."
"Lucky us, the courtship dance of the Fray Fowl is far to violent to witness at close range. Have you been making friends?" asks SR as he suddenly remembers his manners and bows to the ladies.
"Please forgive me, Scorpion Regent at your service."
The mention of SR's name causes all the women's eyes to focus on him. The reactions are mixed. Some look on him with suspicion and reserve, others with interest and a few with fear. One aging dowager stands and with a sniff of disdain walks away without so much as "a good day."
"It seems that you may have heard of me. Perhaps I can serve you better by leaving." he states.
"Not at all mil' lord. My aunt has always had a over zealous sense of propriety. Please sit." Replies a woman in her late twenties dressed in a cotehardie of blue with white trim. Her dark hair was held off her face with a jeweled coif.
SR finds himself suddenly seated a comfortable chair with a glass of wine in his hand.
A young woman, with red hair spoke up. "If you I may be so bold sir, would you tell us how you are still alive? You supposed to have died at Wollenbeck when the castle fell. We were told there were no survivors."
"Please do not call me sir. I was never knighted." replies SR. He takes a slow sip of wine and appears to savor it, though in fact the memory of the fall of Wollenbeck causes his mouth to fill with the taste of ashes, dirt and blood.
"I was crude and sneaky as a animal, mil' lady. The details are far to disturbing to share with such lovely company."
Scorpion Regent
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Wisp followed the monk on foot to the abbey hiding rhytmically in case he turned round and spotted him. He stayed outside the gates of the church as the priest went inside. He sneaked up the path while loading margret with a bolt.
The large door was wooden with iron braces but wasnt locked and opened without noise. Inside Th parish was empty. The pues were arranged neatley towards the alter at the front. Unlike Churches from christianity There wasnt a cross through the church so it was a straight rectangle with a small conclave at the back.
The monk was nowhere to be seen but the confession door was open. Wisp hid the crossbow under his cloak and entered the booth.
"Forgive me father for I have sined. It has been over a year since my last confession"
"What is your sin my child"
"Well i slept with a lot of girls did a bot of crime And oh yeah where did u get the gorram 9mm beneath your robe??"
The monk reached for it but Wisp put a bolt in his shoulder before he was there. In a fluid motion He was out of the wooden structure and Had the bleeding holy man layed out the stone floor.
"Start talking preacher man"
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(pssssst! Wisp! are we allowed to be this perilous?)
Seryn seats herself on one of the far benches as the ladies surround SR and set about making him comfortable.
She has a good think about whether or not to get extremely jealous.
After his foot cushion is plumped for the fifth time, she shakes her head in disgust and decides to get him for it when they are alone later.
Wandering off, she spots a group of men gathering together with longbows , and decides to go join in.
After loosing a somewhat perfect shot on a borrowed bow, she smiles at the owner and asks what the prize is.
"'tis a tremendous prize - I small figurine of a fearsome wild chicken."
*tried hard to keep the disbelief from her face*
*doesn't succeed*
"And hunting rights for the new season."
"Now thats more like it. I'm off to get my bow, don't start without me."
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