The Treehouse Gala Pageant That Loads Faster!
POSTED BY: Malicious
UPDATED: Thursday, February 3, 2005 20:33
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*Ebo-Licious perks up.* Rescue party? I volunteer! This red ball thing should really help!
I'm a woman of action! A fearless leader!
hmmmm...fearless leader...that sounds familiar...Eh, whatever. Probably not important.
Let the searching begin!
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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.
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*A very bewildered and slightly rumpled girl stirs from a deep sleep on a rather large pile of leaves.* Now that is weird! I don't feel hung over. Where in the hell am I?
Ohhhh look at the pretty butterflies, so sparkly, and oh my they're making some sort of strange formation. Now that's a little scary. Don't like scary butterflies. Eww don't like bugs at all. Shoo! Go on, and get!
Much better. Maybe I will just curl up again and go back to sleep. I was having such a lovely dream about men in slinky dresses. *Yawn* Yes, definitely time to go back to dream land.
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* Meanwhile, on the Sereni-TREE, The Real Me stands very still, eyes closed and concentrating. He has a backpack strapped behind him and a high-tech squirt gun at his hip, the kind with an extra large reservoir. He is trying to imagine Mai, to get a good picture of her in his head. Unfortunately, this has him thinking a lot about falling leaves. He takes a deep breath, focuses his will, and reaches out with his hand. A spot of light appears, and widens into a dark dimensional portal. It floats in mid-air. The Real Me turns to the other volunteers. *
Okay, that’s about the best I can do. I THINK that this will lead us to Mai, but I can’t promise that. This is not an exact science, after all. It might only lead us to SOME Mai; a version of Mai that exists somewhere in the multi-verse that is not the Mai that we knew.
Anyway, if you are ready, then follow me. I’ll keep the portal open for you as long as I can.
* The Real Me steps into the hole in reality and disappears. *
The Real Me
(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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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me turns to the other volunteers. *
Anyway, if you are ready, then follow me. I’ll keep the portal open for you as long as I can.
Oh, we're leaving now! Just a minute!
*montanagirl jumps down off her barstool (making sure to grab the glass with the headband) and runs to her room (formerly in the South, now in the West wing). She returns dressed more regularly in a t-shirt, jeans and boots, with her black ribbon tied securely around her head.*
Hold the door TRM!
*She steps through the portal and vanishes. Her voice comes floating back.*
I sure hope he knows what he's doing.
Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.
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*grabbing her trusty hula hoop, twg/tippy follows thru the portral*
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* One of the brides is the next to approach the dimensional portal. Before she goes, she turns and says: *
To follow the adventures of the Treehouse crew on Mai-Quest, see the thread, “The Treehouse Crew On Mai-Quest”.
* The bride dives into the portal. *
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duplicate.
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Wow, you're going off on a huge adventure to track down the one Mai in the multiverse that is ours. To join up, all we have to do is throw ourselves into that multi-dimensional portal, right?
*peers inside*
Hmm. If anyone wants me, I'll be in my bunk.
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*twg's voice floats thru the portal*
Simon? If you stay behind, can you catch me if I have to jump thru in haste? You could join us, we'll likely need a doctor. The Sleestaks are creepy and violent.
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