The Sereni-Tree and the Next Big Thing
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Saturday, April 7, 2007 04:47
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oh, Hi Lo Trick-a-lo is simple really, but not.. if you know what i mean - you sit opposite each other, and put your hands, palms together, out in front of you with the back of one hand against the back of the other persons, then you sing the song, and every time you say 'hi' you clap the free hands above the two touching ones, 'lo' you clap below and 'trick' you clap your own hand in the middle. The song goes 'Hi lo trick-a-lo, trick-a-lo hi lo, hi lo trick-a-lo, trick-a-lo hi! and you just keep doing it faster and faster unti you both collasp in the inevitable pile of giggles from clapping each others elbows and thin air all the time.
Whiled away hours in primary school it did.
*thinks* there is a remarkable amount of peril going on outside... should we be trying to do something do you think? or even, you know, watching whats going on?
You do have that disturbing tendency to become the one everyone wants to rescue you know... should we be finding something for them to rescue you from?
Hairy monsters and supercreeps maybe?
Isn't sanity really a one trick pony, anyway? I mean all you get is one trick, rational thinking! But when you're good and crazy...ooh hoo hoo hoo... the skys the limit!
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Quote:
Originally posted by Bluefishie:
*still reeling from all the action around her, Bluefishie stands in the same room as she had been in before, looking around, dazed*
"...where's the medical room? I don't wanna stay alone..."
*sits down, waiting for someone to come back so she can follow someone as to not get lost*
BC decides that what he needs is some sleep in his own room... sleep and a meal, a big one... and mabey some pants...
*looking down at the hospital gown that isn't doing much to cover him he nods to himself*
"Most definately some pants..."
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Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
A FEW HOURS EARLIER:
"...so she'll be sure to come eventually to taunt me or kill me." TheRealMe then points to a location on the Sereni-Tree deckplans. "This is a half-deck below the West Wing. It's for machinery, maintenance corridors, air ducts, and the like. You'll be waiting here, directly below my quarters, with all the firepower that we have left. Collect your people quietly, in person, no e-mails. If she survives the laser barrage, you blast her again. If we can keep her confused and off-balance, she might phase down through the floor again to escape, and that would mean..."
Soul smiles. "That would mean that she would phase outside the ship completely."
"And be caught in the raging turmoil of hyperspace. If it didn't destroy her, then most likely she would fall out of hyperspace to some other destination than Sereni-Tree, where she would be caught in a vacuum."
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
OOC: Well, McQ, if I related the plan FIRST, then we would have lost the element of suspense in that last scene. I'm sure that everyone was concerned that TheRealMe was a gonner! Oh, nobody cared?Oh, and if someone has an alternate plan, it could be incorporated. The important bit though is that FemaleReaver should be outsmarted. She's too clever to fall in a frontal assault, unless we have OVERWHELMING firepower.
OOC: Oh yeah - that plan. Gee, things have been a bit confuzzling lately. Maybe my cyborg side of me needs a recharge or some new memory to keep up with all this randomitis. Yeah, that sounds good.
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*Looks around, and, finding no one rushing in to see if he is ok, BC goes to the footlocker at the end of his bed and pulls out his blood stained pants*
"huh... *grimaces* well... better 'n these hospital fits..."
*pulls his pants on under the hospital gown and then looses the offending piece of "clothing" he also notices his shirt, with the giant hole where his heart and lung should have been*
"huh... wonder how I actually managed to survive that one..."
*shudders and decides to forgo that somewhat... morbid... line of thought, and that article of cloathing as well, and begins to make his way, slowly, to his bunk, holding a hand over the wrap around bandage that is going across his cheast and the neatly stitched togather skin over his heart, and, if the tight feeling in his shoulder is any indication, the duplicate set of stitches in his back. Rounding a corner, BC stops dead in his tracks as he sees a rather dazed... and, more importantly blood covered Bluefishie sitting with her back against a wall, one that happens to have a tear, as if from a sword, in it, and a massive pool of blood under it... Seeing this, BC rushes into the room and slides to the ground next to Fishie, not knowing what to say, he sits in silence with her*
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Quote:
Originally posted by BrownCoat2007:
*Looks around, and, finding no one rushing in to see if he is ok, BC goes to the footlocker at the end of his bed and pulls out his blood stained pants*
"huh... *grimaces* well... better 'n these hospital fits..."
*pulls his pants on under the hospital gown and then looses the offending piece of "clothing" he also notices his shirt, with the giant hole where his heart and lung should have been*
"huh... wonder how I actually managed to survive that one..."
*shudders and decides to forgo that somewhat... morbid... line of thought, and that article of cloathing as well, and begins to make his way, slowly, to his bunk, holding a hand over the wrap around bandage that is going across his cheast and the neatly stitched togather skin over his heart, and, if the tight feeling in his shoulder is any indication, the duplicate set of stitches in his back. Rounding a corner, BC stops dead in his tracks as he sees a rather dazed... and, more importantly blood covered Bluefishie sitting with her back against a wall, one that happens to have a tear, as if from a sword, in it, and a massive pool of blood under it... Seeing this, BC rushes into the room and slides to the ground next to Fishie, not knowing what to say, he sits in silence with her*
*leans her head on BC and smiles*
"You're okay? Everyone left me behind..."
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*drapes his arm over her shoulders*
"I'm ok... don't rightly know how, but I'm ok... mending I guess you could say *cracks a wry grin*"
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"Guess that's your rapid healing ability? Can't think that I helped much..."
*grins*
"I think maybe we both should at least change our clothes."
*stands up and looks down at her bloody feet*
"And clean up...nasty bare feet are no fun..."
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Nope, never did Hi lo, though it seems a good one. We had Miss Mary Mack. That was the popular clapping game. Do you know that one?
As for the peril, I think that protecting our offspring IS doing the important thing. I am content to sit this one out, as just got back from rescuing Mai, anyway. But, if you feel the need to go risk life and limb, you can go and I'll watch Finn. I confess I like my peril in small, controlled bursts.
You think I'm the one that always needs rescuing? I thought that was Mai! Oh well, I guess we all get our turns.
Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
Wielder of the Magic Frying Pan of Sleep
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Quote:
Originally posted by Bluefishie:
"Guess that's your rapid healing ability? Can't think that I helped much..."
*grins*
"I think maybe we both should at least change our clothes."
*stands up and looks down at her bloody feet*
"And clean up...nasty bare feet are no fun..."
"Oh, rapid healing is all well and good, but I think that you may have done more than you think... took a look at the shirt I was wearing *shudders* even I couldn't re-grown a heart or a lung... thought you said your magic marker didn't work on people *grins* yeah... clean clothes would be a good call *looks at his own bloody clothes*"
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**OOC: I have no idea where I was supposed to be during all this. So, I'm going to be on the last floor to watch FemaleReaver phase her way out of the ship -- if that's really going to happen, but it is possible she'd figure things out at the last second...**
**jake7 nervously fidgets with her remote as she waits for the FemaleReaver to phase her way down through the ship. She desperately wishes she had taken some kind of combat training, but she's never had much in the line of arm strength. She can handle the gunner duties, but hand-to-hand combat has never been something she's been good at.
Hearing the gun/laser fire from the floors above, she gets ready to activate her shield. She calls to her fellow floor mates (OOC: whoever they are)**
Anyone who wants to be behind the shield, get close to me! Gunfire will go harmlessly out through the shield, but I don't know about lasers.
I'm going to activate in 10 seconds...
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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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