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Wednesday, August 10, 2005 8:49 PM
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Quote:Static wrote: **Raises an eyebrow and smacks a few buttons on his console, securing the cockpit and sealing many sections of the ship from each other (Yes, Jeffries tubes and everything. This isn't gorram "Star Trek"). He locks out any auxilliary control systems and seals and de-pressurizes the launch bay, removing any access to additional craft. He then shuts down all weapons and prepares to seal and jettison any turrets if the need arises. He then flips on the Tree-wide PA system** Your attention please, your attention please. General Quarters. All personell, we are at general Quarters. All crew please report to your duty stations at once. All stations will be sealed in 45 seconds.
Quote:Static wrote: **Smiles at Rat's image on his monitor and then smiles up at his beloved** I think he's had enough. I'll turn the gas off now. **punches the gas control switch, which breaks off under his hand** Oh. . .ummmmmm. . .yikes. No worries!! I'll just cut the main flow off with this old-fashioned, hand-crank, comedically large relief valve! **crosses to the comedically large valve and begins to slowly turn the wheel, which promptly breaks off in his hands and Static and TWG can hear loud hissing sounds of gas escaping through every vent except on the bridge.**
Quote:Ebonezer wrote: Anyways, I'm more awake now, whats this about a munity? *Ebo looks around* Oh right. I see that we're having one. Easily solved. *Ebo finds some chalk and draws a line on the ground, just in front of the bar. She makes sure all the booze, ice cream, and scones in the joint are on her side of the line and makes an announcement over the PA* Everybody on my side, please step over this line. Everybody not on my side, well, you guys can just stay over there and be sober.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005 9:09 PM
Quote:Originally posted by Elwoodmom: Are you trying to start a mutiny? Here I am, fixing dinner, and I feel a tug on my skirt. It’s Ebo, and she says that you are trying to take over… Now, I’ve knocked Malicious’s and Neroli’s heads together before, and I can certainly give you something to cry about! Do you want a time-out, young man?? Can’t have any delinquents riling up the rest of the crew!
Quote:Originally posted by Elwoodmom: (Faint strains of The Good, the Bad and the Ugly can be heard in the distance) Elwoodmom strides to the bar and opens a can of whoop-ass. She then bends over to tighten her combat-piraty-like boots. Her Linda Hamilton-type muscles bulge. She’s an imposing figure, indeed. Her head snaps to the right and spots Rat. Within two quick steps, Elwoodmom is upon him. With one hand, she grabs the back of his shirt. Effortlessly, she lifts him up and walks to the plank. The crew separates. Someone hiccups and is quickly silenced. Rat sweats and slithers, trying to escape Elwoodmom’s iron clutches. She tosses him over the side, runs her hand through her salty hair and says “Mutiny is over, dear!”
Quote:TheRealMe wrote: * The Real Me dons his vac suit, grabs his fishing pole, and goes out the air lock. A LOOOOONG cast, and The Real Me waits. Then there is a pull on the line. With a smile, The Real Me reels in his catch. It is Rat, somewhat desiccated and blue from lack of air. *
Quote:Cozen wrote: Black Jack Silver is the name, and directin’ ya to the pleasure planet’s the game. As y’all have correctly sussed, I’m a parrot-gram, sent to you from the planet Rukus… Well, maybe not so much a planet as an asteroid. Smallish, but it’s got a 6 star hotel and a 200 foot wide plasma tv in the observation deck. The swimming pools, hot tubs and showers ain’t got no water as yet, but the contracts for delivery are being negotiated as I squawk. Ready, though, are the Nathan Fillion and Sean Maher clones. As for the Moreena and Jewel clones, as well as staples such as rootbeer, pepsi and ice-cream, well, not so much ready… *As any sensible bird would do, BJS lightens his load in preparation for takeoff, leaving a streaky mess along MG’s back*
Quote:Montanagirl wrote: Well, I can just lay on a pool table and sun myself since the weather is so accomodating. Billiard tables and bikinis don't have to be exclusive. I call dibs on one of the Adams!!!!! Are we there yet?
Quote:Mai wrote: Wow what a caper! I can't believe we got all this stuff for a mere 20 clams! TRM, You’re the cat's meow in that get-up! Those dames on the pleasure planet aren't gonna know what hit 'em. *Mai twirls in front of the mirror* Isn't this dress just the bees knees? Who knew getting all dolled up could be so much fun. Now where's the stuff we pinched from the speakeasy? All that time shifting has left me a bit befuddled. *Straightens hair, checks make-up* I'm ready! Are we there yet?
Quote:TheRealMe, somewhat intimidated by Mai’s command of the lingo, wrote: * The Real Me turns to Mai. * “Affirmative! No, I mean... Riiiiiight!” * The Real Me offers his arm to Mai. * “Let’s go, Doll-face!”
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Quote: Soul: Um..you built a nest? CMS: Of course! Where else do you think I'm going to have the baby?
Quote:Seryn wrote: Wait! are you talking about Dread Pirate Roberts? *flutters* wow, you met him? You spent enough time with him for him to want to kill you? Oh you guys are so lucky...
Quote:Cozen wrote: *One of TheRealMe’s dimensional portals forms an indiscrete event horizon in a prominent corner of the Sereni-Tree’s common room. Through the shimmering haze a rather confused looking llama nimbly leaps on to the floor, skidding a bit on the slick hardwood surface. Trailing behind the llama is a leather tether. Attatched to the trailing end of the tether is cozen, who whiplashes through the rapidly diminishing portal and lands, inevitably, face first into the llama’s arse end, right underneath its upraised tail.* *The llama idly kicks cozen aside as it sniffs its new environ. After a minimal hesitation it ambles off to the popcorn kettle in the kitchen. It headbutts the kettle off the stove and with little or no concern for propriety sets to snarfling the yummy contents.* *cozen wipes his face with a corner of his vicuña fiber poncho, muttering something about losing a bet whilst experimenting with various formulations of tequilas at the bar in Escondite Hernando (which he thinks might have been in Peru, but coulda been somewhere in Bolivia or maybe even Tucumcarey, he hasn’t quite yet mastered TRM’s “borrowed” tech so it’s possible it might have been a soundstage in Londonderry and where did this digression go?). He notes the gathering of folk.* Um, I had this dream about a call for a meeting? *He makes for the couch, his stride looking for all the world as if he has an entire roll of toilet paper crammed up his wazoo. He plops down beside mailmd (for they seem kinda entwined, as it were). They heroically refrain from commenting on cozens’ odiferousness. The llama, done with the popcorn appetizer, sorta skitters over to the couch. The llama smells a lot like cozen. cozen introduces the beast, name of Schwartz.* *Schwartz sniffs at the couch, then begins to eat it.*
Quote:ThatWeirdGirl replied: and I have an idea about that time thing *twg looks up at him and smiles.* I figure we have to keep a look out for a ruthless cyborg bent on our destruction. *Ath starts laughing* ...whatever...i know who it is.
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