The Sereni-Tree, an evil doll, and a showdown on Boros by TheRealMe

Boros: Companion House;

Two buildings down from the Companion House, Scorpion watches as the events unfold.

Not sure exactly what's going on, he's torn as to whether he should act or not. His indecision last only long enough for the last gunshot's echo to fade.

*Screw it! Proper authorities don't gun down already bound and captured prisoners* He thinks as he squints into his scope, aiming at what appears to be the senior officer. *Who sends a suit on a grunt mission?*

Scorpion squeezes the trigger in rapid sucession, moving from one target to the next quickly.

He raises to a crouch and sprints down the alley between the two buidings.

Quote:
Originally posted by Scorpionregent:
"I hope it was worth it."

In the heat of the momment Scorpion forgot the first rule of a sniper... make sure your mark goes down.

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

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Friday, February 3, 2006 4:22 AM

Bride6 is a little flustered. She grips her pistols tightly, and looks up at Safe.

"Uh... Didn't that guy with the blue gloves get SHOT? Why isn't he down for good? Is he even human? Hey, that stranger gave us a good diversion, huh? Should we be going now? Or... uh... do you have another plan?"

When Safe just stares blankly out the window, Bride6 turns to Citizen.

"Do YOU have a plan?"

Then she turns back to Safe.

"Oh, sorry about your friend!"

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Friday, February 3, 2006 4:26 AM

Boros: Companion House;

With Scar Man's last gunshot still fresh in the air, three Alliance soldiers step forward. One hands the man in the Gray Suit a two foot long rod, and the other two to remove Neilson's body.

Shots ring out and the three soldiers drop, dead before they hit the ground. Robbing the gunamn of his intended target.

Gray suit drops to one knee as Scar man signals soldiers in the direction of the gunshots. Gray Suit raises the rod and strikes it on the ground.

Around the Comopanion House, as if on cue, three more identical rods, wielded by men in identical gray suits, strike the ground.

The top 5 inches on the rods shoots straight up, the sides folding out creating four blades which begin to spin like a helicopter holding the units aloft.

A deep hum fills the air, more felt than heard.

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

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Friday, February 3, 2006 5:05 AM

Bride7 grabs the indecisive Bride6's shoulder. "Look, I have a plan! Let's get the hell out of here!"

Bride6 brushes her off. "No, no, no, NO!. Not without Mister Safe, Mister Jack, and Mister Citizen!"

Bride7 shrugs. "Suit yourself!" She dives into the entrance to the tunnels below.

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Friday, February 3, 2006 6:29 AM

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Originally posted by seryn:

Seryn watches PR go into the ladies room without even blinking at her yelling, She follows, and see's PR poised over the baby bot, hammer in hand, with Serenity directly in its path...

Calmly wrapping her arm around PR's shoulders so that he can't lower his arms she pulls the hammer from his grip, and is about to hand it to JH when she see the baby bots face.

Quickly she moves PR out of the way then raises the hammer again.

*PR turns to CMS.* That...thing! Is EVIL. E-VIL!

It must be destroyed. *PR walks to the door, opens it, and turns back.* I'll be watching. *PR walks out of the door and as it closes behind him, he can be heard saying;* Always watching...

*The door closes leaving everyone looking after PR with various different facial expressions. Just then the door opens and PR pops his head in.*

Just kidding, see ya later, bye!

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."

"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."

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Friday, February 3, 2006 7:44 AM

RAT

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Originally posted by seryn:
I was thinking more of stealing it and selling it.

Selling it? But who would want to buy that much worthless plati...Unless...Yeah...We find some backwater planet that still thinks platinum is valuable.....I think I know just the place! They're so primitive, they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

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Acquisitions Officer - SereniTREE

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Friday, February 3, 2006 7:52 AM

now we're readin' on the same page...

waddaya think? They kill for that stuff! Mind you, they still have a pretty high opinion of gold... I still have a stash of that somewhere

***yey! Hitchikers references!****

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Xander: "Hi, for those of you who just tuned in, everyone here is a crazy person." *grin*

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Friday, February 3, 2006 8:41 AM

Ahhh yes I know the planet you refer to, and I think it still-is at this point. We should stock up on those little microwavable pizzas while we're there. And get a microwave or two.
*looks down at the Tux*
Think I'm overdressed?
We should set a course for that rock, or get a portal.

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"He's seen too much of life And there's no going back.
The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion

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Friday, February 3, 2006 9:46 AM

*CMS has discovered that building her nest on the 3rd floor balcony was not the best idea. She can't get any rest because it's just too nosy. After tossing a turning for what feels like forever, but is really just about an hour,she gives up.*

PR! *she calls into her comm link.*

I need your help with something. Can you meet me at my nest?

Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom

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Friday, February 3, 2006 10:00 AM

portals?

nah, too easy, we'll save them for the trading part if needs be...

that borrowing of the [/]Ocean Cloud sounded more the thing..

we can either go in disgused as the legal owners of the metal, get it put on our ship, and fly out of there without a fuss, or we can just plain old daylight rob them.

option A, I like, risky, very risky, but if we pull it off, theres no damage to the ship or the crew, and it wont be noticed until the real owners try to pick it up.
B has less planning, less complications, less to go wrong, but there is no waqy we'll get out with out damage, unless we are so lucky that by rights we should be earning our living with poker winnings.

Personally, A involves dressing up and hoodwinking people. It gets my vote...

*looks around, then at the two men*

is the ladies loo's the best place to discuss this?

shall we go occupy that big cushy couch in the common room?

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Friday, February 3, 2006 10:19 AM

Boros: Companion House;

Safe looks at Citizen lying on the floor holding Jack down, he seems to be saying something to him. Safe looks up. Bride6 & Bride7 look to be arguing.

Gunshots and a commotion outside bring the real world rushing back. Safe looks out the window in time to see an Alliance soldier in front the Gray suit, drop to the ground, a large hole in his head. The Gary suit calmly wipes the blood off his face and drops to one knee hitting a rod on the ground. A squad of soldier takes off at a run, headed to a house down the street, the origin of the gunshots? Safe wonders if it’s the guy signaling them from before.

Monkeys with guns?? Safe rubs his eyes. A low hum fills the air and a pressure builds in his ears. The scene outside slows to a crawl. Monkeys suspended in the air, bullets, now visible, leave a path of disturbed air back to their origins. It’s like the whole scene is suspended in clear gelatin.

“OH SH...!! Sonic mines!!” Safe turns to his people as the man in gray stands, seemingly unaffected, adjusts his glasses and replaces his blue gloves with clean ones and starts towards the house.

“Move!! Into the tunnel!!”

Citizen and Bride6 look at Safe puzzled. Bride7 was already gone.

“What are you talking about?? It should be like shooting fish in a ba….” That’s when they realize the effect was not localized outside. The house offered some protection, but wouldn't shield them from the effects of the mine much longer.

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

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Friday, February 3, 2006 11:37 AM

*Walks out of the women's loo with Seryn and Rat, where they just completely failed to see an evil baby bot get smashed into lots of evil pieces.*

Yes so, this plan, just to be clear, is us going into the future to borrow the Ocean Cloud, use it to 'liberate' some raw platinum, Go to Earth-that-still-is, Sell it for cash, to buy the parts we need to build the Ocean Cloud using the borrowed one as a functional model to make sure we get it right, then return the Ocean Cloud to right after we borrow it so it's not missed...?
What could go wrong? I'm In.
Rat, if we're going to impersonate the buyers, I need their names. I can write on a tag, and I'll be them.

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"He's seen too much of life And there's no going back.
The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion

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Friday, February 3, 2006 11:51 AM

Such a genius, I keep forgetting about those tags!

What was the name of that company again? Flatcon...? ...Flancon? Flancrest.....?

whatever, Rat you can sort that out can't you? The shipment is due for pickup... (checks date on wristwatch) in two weeks from now, we go in a week early, pose as company fat cats, say that we decided to come and inspect the quality and if its ready, we may as well take it with us. sound plausible?

I mean, they wont ask us, the cover story may as well be that the Duck told us to do it, but pays to be prepared.

Thats a point, *turns to JH* your name tags, are they just surface, or to they change things like finger-prints and eyes?

Oh, this is so much fun!

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Friday, February 3, 2006 12:34 PM

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Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
*CMS has discovered that building her nest on the 3rd floor balcony was not the best idea. She can't get any rest because it's just too nosy. After tossing a turning for what feels like forever, but is really just about an hour,she gives up.*

PR! *she calls into her comm link.*

I need your help with something. Can you meet me at my nest?

*PR's watch starts bleeping. He looks at it.* Oh! How do I work you again?

*He presses a button and hears CMS speak.*

Oh, hey CMS! Sure, I'll be right there!

*Just a minute or two later, PR reaches the nest.* How can I help? Are you ok?

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."

"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."

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Friday, February 3, 2006 12:50 PM

Yes, I'm fine, PR. Thanks.

But here's the thing. I can't stand my nest being here any longer. So in typical female fashion, I'm going to change my mind. It needs to be somewhere quieter, but with a view. So, I'm thinking the observation lounge. It has windows.

Can you help me move it? I thought you could psychic it over there for me, if I hold the doors open.

Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom

I have a live journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/callmeserenity/

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Friday, February 3, 2006 12:53 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
Yes, I'm fine, PR. Thanks.

But here's the thing. I can't stand my nest being here any longer. So in typical female fashion, I'm going to change my mind. It needs to be somewhere quieter, but with a view. So, I'm thinking the observation lounge. It has windows.

Can you help me move it? I thought you could psychic it over there for me, if I hold the doors open.

Oh.

Sure, um, no need to hold the doors open.

But um, I've...sorta, been living in the observation lounge of late.

I pitched a tent?

Does this mean I have to move?

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."

"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."

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Friday, February 3, 2006 1:01 PM

Ummm, yeah. Fingerprints, eyes, thoughts, feelings, the whole deal. Don't even have to be a real person. But they do have to be a defined person. But it can be dangerous if you aren't 'in tune' with the tags or the personality. That's why it was safe for you to be 'Seryn' because you are. The guy I got it from spent too much time as someone he wasn't and forgot who he was. Sad really. That's why others would have to be careful to not forget who they really are. Plus you have to know a little bit about the person for it to work, so I'll need a bio on anyone I'm impersonating.

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"He's seen too much of life And there's no going back.
The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion

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Friday, February 3, 2006 1:18 PM

LIGHTMEDARK

Quote:
Originally posted by LightMeDark:
/me finally pulls himself from Fred the dinosaur and the other animals and makes his way to the real him's office.

Hey there, You. Sorry if this is an inappropriate time, but I'm here to submit myself as an applicant for the job of animal handler if it's still vacant. I have a certain...empathy, i guess, with 'em.

/me hands TRM a resume with a flourish and waits in agonizing anticipation as TRM's face takes on a confused look

TRM: Hmm. Are you sure this is the correct resume? I can't read any of this.

lmd: Really? Let me check. *leans towards TRM to glance at the sheet of paper in his hand* Oh, that's definitely the right one.

TRM: You're sure?

lmd: Yeah, of course...wait. I forgot it's all 'written' in various animal languages...want me to translate?

TRM: Uh, no...I'll take your word for it.

/me looks expectantly at TRM

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Friday, February 3, 2006 1:19 PM

sounds, ok, *turns to Rat* can you get that sort of information?

Way I figure it, we have a while before we can do anything, if Rat can get that information for us, then we can work out the details from there.

In the meantime, i'm going to go look for TheGreyJedi, check out the Bonaparte and see if there is anything workable left of the fighter.
I'll keep in touch, call me on my comlink if anything interesting happens.

*looks at JH, tries to mouth the words 'call me about the thing*

*grins* bye for now!

Seryn heads off to her room to pick up her bag, and from there heads towards the south wing hanger bays and climbs to the third floor.

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Friday, February 3, 2006 1:26 PM

ITSAWASH

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Quote:
Originally posted by ItsaWash:
*Seeing TRM coming out of a hatch, Wash decides to ask him about her lodgings.*

"TRM, you issued an informative announcement regarding available quarters on the ship, but, being new and all, I don't feel right making specific demands. Any thoughts on where I should be stationed? Somewhere central, perhaps, so I'm accessible to those seeking counsel or...perhaps, seeking anything else?" She looks at nothing, somewhere over his left shoulder.

"I don't have a lot of gear with me, but could wave for it to be sent soon as I get situated wherever you put me."

TRM recalls Wash's saying she was hoping for a light and airy space with a hot tub or deep sunken bath and lots of nooks for storage. (Did she speak aloud, or was it more of a remote vulcan mind-meld sorta thing?)

He ponders the criteria a bit, smiles and answers, "Got just the place."

TheRealMe takes ItsAWash to the lower level of the North Wing, to the first apartment on the left of the long corridor. He opens its door and turns on the lights.

“Understand, Washie, that we will provide you a counseling office where you can do your work, probably off the balconies near the Infirmary. Although I suppose you can meet people here in your quarters, if you prefer. Oh, as our chief medical officer, we really need to get SimonWho’s approval on your appointment, but I doubt that will be a problem.”

They enter the apartment.

“This room used to belong to River-clone. If that bothers you, we can get you someplace else. I had Sparky clean it up and store her things away in the Cargo Bay. I really liked River-clone, but she was a rather odd young woman. Now, we don’t have any personal jacuzzis, but the Sereni-Tree’s water park is just around the corner from here, and there is a jaccuzi there. It even has a switch to make it a chocolate jacuzzi. That was installed for… ummm… special kinds of parties.”

Just then Serenity calls an alarm concerning her poor defenseless demon robot child!

But it is promptly resolved.

*Wash listens with TRM to the com alarm, hears enough to cause her to worry. Her mind is eased relatively soon, as TRM nods in calm acceptance at the quick resolution.*

"Sheesh! Things are hoppin' around here lately!

Thanks for taking the time to hire me and get me bedded down in new quarters. No issues regarding the former occupant, this'll do fine. I'll take you up on the offer to find me office space near medical, but no hurry. This front room will serve quite well as a temporary consulting room.

Understood regarding the need to hear back from Dr. SimonWho."

*Wash pulls a full manicure/pedicure set out of her back pack and places it on a nearby table. She steps away from TRM's side and hums a little tune as she wanders around the space.*

Wash leaves TRM's side to wander around her new quarters, planning decorative action, placing her to-be-shipped-in stuff's placement.

Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien

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Friday, February 3, 2006 1:57 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by PsychicRiver:
But um, I've...sorta, been living in the observation lounge of late.

I pitched a tent?

Does this mean I have to move?

Oh yeah. Forgot about that.

There isn't room in there for 2 is there? I don't want to make you move. I just need somewhere more quiet. And up high. Wish there was a real tree in this TREE.

Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom

I have a live journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/callmeserenity/

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Friday, February 3, 2006 2:08 PM

Seryn pushes open the doors leading to the bay, in the gloom she can see several different sized lumps, what must be the shuttles and a few other bits of machinery spaced out across the vast floor.
'Hello?’ ‘Anyone there?’ Turning on the lights she looks to her right and see what looks like a makeshift work area through the open door of one of the storerooms.

Inside she finds a range of bits and pieces, random pieces of wood and twine, small and large tools, several sheets of paper with sketches drawn crazily over them, even a couple of blueprints. Most of the designs seem to be for a trebuchet, others for similar weapons, and some for more advanced weaponry. Mixed in are doodles of rabbits, several of a girl who she’s never seen before and one of a tin of spam.

Huh…

She looks at the sweaters and spare coveralls strewn across the furniture. ‘Well, some one obviously lives here’

Leaving the store room she looks for another empty one. On finding a suitable room she unpacks her bag, taking out the rabbit’s food bowl, their bed-mat and some toys, and then lets the rabbits out of their carry pouch. ‘Be good’

From the bag she takes a hammock, which she ties between two pipes, and her pillow and blanket. Lastly she takes out a small tool box.

Heading back into the bay she slowly circles all of the shuttles, what odd designs… they look like….cars.

She turns, and to her delight spots the familiar shape of the fighter.
Yelping with glee, she runs over and hugs as much as she can of the craft. Then she stands back and begins to try and assess what has been taken.

Several patches of plating are gone, as are several of the peripheral gadgets, and quite a few of the engine componants, giving the fighter a slightly scabby look, but to her delight it seems largely whole, the missing part easily replaceable. Climbing into the cockpit she flicks the power switches. At first nothing happens, and then slowly different screens flicker into life.
One of the screens flashes a locked out message, ID code and pass code needed.. Taking out the smallest screwdriver she has, she presses a small concealed butten on the screens side, whilst typing in the universal override codes.

The machine hums gently, the different systems puttering back into life.

You beauty! You just wait; we’ll have you fixed up in no time. And then the flying we can do! oh, I can't wait.' She pats the control board lovingly... 'but you're low on juice, can't have you run out completely, so just sleep a bit more, we'll be flying soon, for the moment, we have to find you a power source.'

She powers down the vehicle, then taking the papers from the locker under the seat, she returns to her hammock to peruse the designs and work out a plan of action.

Pretty soon, exhausted from all the different happenings she starts to nod off. Climbing down, she has only enough time to put on a nightslip and climb back in before she falls sound asleep.

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"She's a mite whimsical in the brainpan."
Xander: "Hi, for those of you who just tuned in, everyone here is a crazy person." *grin*

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Friday, February 3, 2006 2:14 PM

MAI

They tried to what?! I mean I know its just a practice baby, but really, that's insane. It's a doll after all, how hard could it be?
Of course, I'll keep her safe. Didn't I tell you? I did child care before I joined up with the Sereni-TREE back on earth-that-still-is-but-its-boring-so-why-bother.

You have a nice nap and Miss Charlie and I will go and play for a bit. If that sounds all right to you? Maybe she'll be tuckered out by the time you get up and you can get some things done while she sleeps.

Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
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Friday, February 3, 2006 2:30 PM

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Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:

Oh yeah. Forgot about that.

There isn't room in there for 2 is there? I don't want to make you move. I just need somewhere more quiet. And up high. Wish there was a real tree in this TREE.

Tell ya what, you take that space for now.

Me and mum have been talking about spending more time with each other, so I think I'll impose on her for a while!

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."

"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."

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Friday, February 3, 2006 2:53 PM

THATWEIRDGIRL

hey! I was composing a post for that! Scratch PR's entry and read mine instead...

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*twg goes to lick Simon’s face but then she stops. The last time she did that it was just for fun, to be silly…okay and to flirt, but now it means something. So she stops.*

Hey, I’m going to go back to my room and clean off all this pie.

*there is an unfamiliar twinkle in his eye, almost lustful*

Um, I don’t have to I guess. *they wander the corridors, their clothes and hair still caked in pie, trying their best to cool down and not jump into anything. twg fails miserably and pushes the doc up against the wall. She licks his neck. She licks his ear. She licks his cheek...and slowly moves to capture his mouth. His arms hang helplessly at his side, he's not sure how to respond. She nips his lip and he is spurned into action. Hearing PR's voice, she pulls away from Simon just as his arms begin to encircle her. She takes his hands and they walk a bit further. They pass CMS talking to PR about moving up to the observation deck*

Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask this for a while now. PR would you like to move in with me? I’d like to get a chance to get to you know you better and there’s no better way to do that then sharing a closet and a bathroom.

PR: Dad, you moving in too?

*Simon shuffles his feet a bit*

SW: I don’t think so. Not yet. Maybe once you two have a settled a bit…maybe…*twg looks at SW and smiles*

Your dad’s right. I don’t think we’re ready for that quite yet. Why don’t you move in this weekend and we can help CMS with her nest.

www.thatweirdgirl.com
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Friday, February 3, 2006 3:51 PM

Oh wonderfulness! That works out for everybody. Yay!

Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
President of the Juggled Gosling Chatroom

I have a live journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/callmeserenity/

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Friday, February 3, 2006 4:09 PM

COZEN

*hones tree climbing skills*

Itsa Cdn. thing, we can all do it. That, and skate.

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Friday, February 3, 2006 4:36 PM

KELLYOFLUTHIEN

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Rather soon afterward, Ath arrives, followed by Kelly. Both seem to be half-finished with their tea. TheRealMe smiles at Ath's Hawaiian shirt.

“Hi, Ath, Kelly. Ath, I’m here to check you out on this equipment before you assume any official duties.”

[snip]

Ath touches a few of the control surfaces in front of him and twists a control grip. The Sereni-Tree pivots slightly and its engines flare to life. The ship starts to accelerate away from the derelict.

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

*KellyofLuthien can tell that Ath needs all the concentration he can muster, and so decides to leave him for now. Setting down her tea, Kelly wanders outside of the cockpit, thinking that it'd be nice to have a real sit-down tea with Ath later. Taking out her map of the Sereni-tree, Kelly mutters a few words in Elvish. the map lights up and miniscule dots begin to move, indicating the location of everyone on the ship. Kelly quickly scans the map and finds who she is looking for. Placing the map in a pouch, Kelly heads towards the Pifflepony ranch.

Kelly enters the cargobay holding the ranch and is met by a neigh from Shadowfax. Soon he canters over to her, nuzzling her face. Kelly hears a laugh and looks up to see Piffle sitting on a nearby fence. Kelly separates herself from Shadowfax and steps lightly over to Piffle.*

"Mae govannen. You must be Piffle. I was looking for you! My name is KellyofLuthien."

"Hi KOL!" Piffle says cheerfully. "Nice to meet ya! What can I help you with?"

"Well, Piffle, I've fallen in love with your ranch here and wanted to ask you a favor."

Kelly digs in her pouch and draws out a small wooden box. Opening it, Kelly shows the contents to Piffle. Inside is a small silver nut.

"It's a mallorn seed. It will grow a beautiful tree, the kind that I lived in back on Middle Earth. I was wondering if you'd allow me to let it grow here so that I could build my home. In return, I will gladly help take care of your beautiful piffleponies."

Piffle considers this for a moment. "Sure, I don't see why that would be a problem. Is it big enough for two?"

"Yes, of course, Piffle! I will gladly share my home with you if you like!" Kelly hugs Piffle and walks over to Shadowfax. "Can I ride him over to where I'd like to plant my tree?"

"Looks like Shadowfax has chosen you to be his: You can have him!" Piffle answers, smiling. "Have fun!"

"Hantanyel, Piffle!" Kelly calls as she grabs Shadowfax's mane and jumps on.

Kelly and Shadowfax ride to the other side of the ranch. A beautiful forest of trees lines the edge of the ranch, and Kelly chooses her spot. Planting the mallorn seed, Kelly covers it with earth and says a few words in Elvish. Magically, a magestic tree with silver bark and silver and green leaves grows to an impressive height, its huge limbs twisting to create stairways, rooms, floors, and furniture.

Kelly stands back and admires her new home.

"Perfect!"

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Saturday, February 4, 2006 5:57 AM

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/me finally pulls himself from Fred the dinosaur and the other animals and makes his way to the real him's office.

Hey there, You. Sorry if this is an inappropriate time, but I'm here to submit myself as an applicant for the job of animal handler if it's still vacant. I have a certain...empathy, i guess, with 'em.

/me hands TRM a resume with a flourish and waits in agonizing anticipation as TRM's face takes on a confused look

TRM: Hmm. Are you sure this is the correct resume? I can't read any of this.

lmd: Really? Let me check. *leans towards TRM to glance at the sheet of paper in his hand* Oh, that's definitely the right one.

TRM: You're sure?

lmd: Yeah, of course...wait. I forgot it's all 'written' in various animal languages...want me to translate?

TRM: Uh, no...I'll take your word for it.

/me looks expectantly at TRM

Wow, that is pretty incredible! WRITTEN animal languages? Well, you certainly have the skills necessary for the job.

So, what kinds of creatures do we have on board?

We have a dinosaur, Frederick, as you’ve seen in “This Land”. There’s also a small herd of prehistoric butterflies that I’m trying to breed for use as solar-powered reactionless thrusters. Frankly, I’d like to create a zoo aboard the ship containing the life of all the planets we visit.

Kept as pets and friends are Mai’s Molly the Parrot and Mai’s cats, PsychicRiver’s cat Annabelle, Montanagirl’s ferret Dale (the Intimidator Ferret), and I think Seryn brought aboard some cute little harmless bunnies. In the water park is the long tall aquarium for blue fishies, but those are really Bluefishie’s pets.

In Piffle’s pifflepony ranch down in one of the cargo bays are an indeterminate number of piffleponies (at least 11, now) and my horse Aluminum.

We also have aboard a Meteor Troll, a small band of Yeti, and some shrunken Windmill Giants.

And, there are kissies. Have you ever herded kissies before? Bride5 and Bride6 used to do that for us, but now one of them wants a new job and the other has been missing.

Hmmmm… You know, I’m curious about how far your Dolittle power extends. It seems similar to the Captain’s power.

* TheRealMe takes his com-link, punches a few buttons, and soon various strange barks and growls can be heard in his office. *

This is Yeti speech.

* He makes an adjustment. A harsh sound is produced, not unlike a high-pitched screech somehow combined with the sound of large hunks of wet meat slapping against a wall. *

And THAT is a recording of Inola Teg, Eldritch Horror from the Purple Dimension, right as it was attacking us, once.

I’m curious. Can you understand more than just animal speech? Are you some kind of universal translator? Oh, can you understand the Elvish tongue that KellyofLuthien speaks?

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Saturday, February 4, 2006 12:38 PM

LIGHTMEDARK

No, I don't believe I've ever heard of a kissie...I'll have to check those out right away...and a zoo sounds like a fine idea.

*a grin appears on Elemdee's face as the various sounds roar through the office*

The band of yeti are wondering why we look at them strangely when we are the ones that are out of our minds.

Though it's not what Inola Teg is saying, the undertones of its speech definitly point to it simply wanting some attention, a scratch or a pat or the like...kind of like a lonely puppy desperate for some love.

I don't know if I'd go so far as to say I'm a universal translator, but I certainly 'get' more than most...intentions, vibes, so on.

Oh, and Kelly's speech? I've never heard that particular dialect before, but I can follow it.

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 5:04 AM

*works on cunning plan with Rat.*
So, most people sleep the whole weekend eh?

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 8:08 AM

RAT

*Wakes up.*

We could avoid time travel all together if you take the pad you got there, write "Ocean Cloud" on it and stick it to the dash' of The General!

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 8:12 AM

”Astounding, Elemdee! In fact, Inola Teg proved to be a most sensitive and friendly creature after ThatWeirdGirl approached it and started talking to it. To her, I mean. Of course, that was after we barely escaped with our lives, and after the nearly complete devastation of the Treehouse and everything in it. It seems that Inola Teg had followed me across dimensions in order to recover some special ice cream of hers that I had… found.

“Well, as regards kissies, go to see Bride5, uh, 'Quincey', as she is the resident kissie expert.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me for a time, I have a few things to do.”

LMD departs.

Alone in his office, TheRealMe concentrates. A spot of light appears before him, and it expands into a tiny circle of fire surrounding a dark void, only about a handspan across. Through the portal can be heard faint sounds of gunfire. Then some familiar voices:

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“No, no, no NO! Not without Mister Safe, Mister Jack, and Mister Citizen!”

"Suit yourself!"

Then the portal collapses.

“Huh! That was Bride6 and Bride7, all right. I still can’t open much of a portal to them. It sounds like they are in trouble! But did Bride6 mention SafeAt2nd and CastIronJack? Are they all together?”

TheRealMe picks up his com-link to see if Safe or Jack left some clue as to their intended destination in the Sereni-Tree’s computer records when they departed in the General Grant.

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 8:25 AM

“Hair. Very, very long hair, all tied around itself. Hair as an evolutionary development is based on greatly extended reptilian scales, lengthened in order to provide insulation to a creature with a warm-blooded metabolism. That, or else God made hair that way. Hmmm… It just needs a pretty little bow.”

Startled, ItsAWash awakens in her room. She sees a young, slightly built woman with long dark hair sitting on the side of her bed and admiring Washie’s four-foot long braid.

Then the young woman notices that Washie is awake, and stares into her eyes. Seriously, she adds, “It’s not what you think. It’s not what anyone thinks. It’s a lie. It’s here, or it will be... soon.”

Washie blinks once or twice, and then she finds herself alone again.

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 8:52 AM

PIFFLE101

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Rather soon afterward, Ath arrives, followed by Kelly. Both seem to be half-finished with their tea. TheRealMe smiles at Ath's Hawaiian shirt.

“Hi, Ath, Kelly. Ath, I’m here to check you out on this equipment before you assume any official duties.”

[snip]

Ath touches a few of the control surfaces in front of him and twists a control grip. The Sereni-Tree pivots slightly and its engines flare to life. The ship starts to accelerate away from the derelict.

TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

*KellyofLuthien can tell that Ath needs all the concentration he can muster, and so decides to leave him for now. Setting down her tea, Kelly wanders outside of the cockpit, thinking that it'd be nice to have a real sit-down tea with Ath later. Taking out her map of the Sereni-tree, Kelly mutters a few words in Elvish. the map lights up and miniscule dots begin to move, indicating the location of everyone on the ship. Kelly quickly scans the map and finds who she is looking for. Placing the map in a pouch, Kelly heads towards the Pifflepony ranch.

Kelly enters the cargobay holding the ranch and is met by a neigh from Shadowfax. Soon he canters over to her, nuzzling her face. Kelly hears a laugh and looks up to see Piffle sitting on a nearby fence. Kelly separates herself from Shadowfax and steps lightly over to Piffle.*

"Mae govannen. You must be Piffle. I was looking for you! My name is KellyofLuthien."

"Hi KOL!" Piffle says cheerfully. "Nice to meet ya! What can I help you with?"

"Well, Piffle, I've fallen in love with your ranch here and wanted to ask you a favor."

Kelly digs in her pouch and draws out a small wooden box. Opening it, Kelly shows the contents to Piffle. Inside is a small silver nut.

"It's a mallorn seed. It will grow a beautiful tree, the kind that I lived in back on Middle Earth. I was wondering if you'd allow me to let it grow here so that I could build my home. In return, I will gladly help take care of your beautiful piffleponies."

Piffle considers this for a moment. "Sure, I don't see why that would be a problem. Is it big enough for two?"

"Yes, of course, Piffle! I will gladly share my home with you if you like!" Kelly hugs Piffle and walks over to Shadowfax. "Can I ride him over to where I'd like to plant my tree?"

"Looks like Shadowfax has chosen you to be his: You can have him!" Piffle answers, smiling. "Have fun!"

"Hantanyel, Piffle!" Kelly calls as she grabs Shadowfax's mane and jumps on.

Kelly and Shadowfax ride to the other side of the ranch. A beautiful forest of trees lines the edge of the ranch, and Kelly chooses her spot. Planting the mallorn seed, Kelly covers it with earth and says a few words in Elvish. Magically, a magestic tree with silver bark and silver and green leaves grows to an impressive height, its huge limbs twisting to create stairways, rooms, floors, and furniture.

Kelly stands back and admires her new home.

"Perfect!"

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Ah, if only I could speak Elvish...

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 9:10 AM

I wish it were that easy, Rat. But these things only work on the living, or at least only on human types. I mean they could be dead I guess, or Undead. But not machine. But if you know someone who could just create it or wish it or something we could try being them. What's wrong with the General ?

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"He's seen too much of life And there's no going back.
The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 9:18 AM

TRM's Office on board the Sereni-Tree;

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TheRealMe picks up his com-link to see if Safe or Jack left some clue as to their intended destination in the Sereni-Tree’s computer records when they departed in the General Grant.

COMPUTER...

Access General Grant On Board Navigational Computer records...

ACCESSING PLEASE WAIT...
ACCESSING...
CURRENT CONNECTION UNAVALIABLE AT THIS TIME...

Access General Grant O.B.N.C.'s last recorded information...

ACCESSING PLEASE WAIT...
ACCESSING...
LAST INPUTED DESTINATION, PLANET BOROS, CENTRAL SPACE TERMINAL...
CONNECT TO BOROS SPACE TERMINAL FOR CONFIRMATION?(Y/N)...

Boros: Companion House;

Bride6 shakes her head and yawns trying to relieve the pressure in her ears. Citizen backs towards the tunnels, guns drawn as he warily eyes the windows.

Bride6 raises her guns, confused as to why they suddenly seem heavier. All trace of the flirting bubbly persona gone, replaced by a steely continence. She takes aim at the man in gray, now flanked by Alliance soldiers dressed in weird helmets and body armor.

Why are these soldiers unaffected when the other soldiers continue to fight a slow-motion battle? No time for that now, she squeezes the triggers.

Both guns buck and the bullets speed for their mark. While not so slow as to leave trials like outside, they move almost visible. Upon hitting the glass of the window, the window, instead of shattering, bulges. When the glass final breaks the glittering pieces float in the air and the bullets slow further, now showing a trail through the air.

The man in gray watches the bullets as they float towards his head, a smirk on his face. He casually steps to the side and watches the bullets creep past.

Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 9:41 AM

Seryn wakes, smiling slightly, waiting fro her brain to re-establish its link with the rest of her.

The first message she gets is from her toes, telling her that they are entirely too warm and something appears to be nawing ever so slightly on them.

'Archie, get off, i'm not a chew toy'

The second message is from the rest of her body telling her that it is very jelous and it too wishes to be warm, though it can leave or take the rabbit.

The third is from an occaisionally used part of her brain that has spent the night beating her memory into submission and has now managed to come up with a great plan that will get them the Ocean Cloud with out all of the time travel and theft shenanigans.

Hitting the com button on her wrist she hopes that it will only address Rat and Jadehand.

'Guys? Rat? Jadehand? You think you could make your way to the third floor of the hangar bay? And, um, bring me some breakfast? Er, a bagel, cream cheese? Maybe some crispy bacon? And a cup of tea? Cheers, see you soon'

Seryn looks down at herself. 'I'd better put something more suitable for visitors on really... ' Wandering out to the main bay she spies a row of lockers along a wall near the entrance. Opening them she finds several mechanics coveralls, and a random assorment of vest t-shirts and pants. Selecting a fresh sleeveles womens vest and a pair of cotton shorts, she pulls the coverall on top of them and goes off to find the welding torch and a mask in order to work on reparing and replacing the plating on the fighters outer skin.

*hums contentedly to herself*

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"She's a mite whimsical in the brainpan."
Xander: "Hi, for those of you who just tuned in, everyone here is a crazy person." *grin*

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 10:54 AM

Oh, Breakfast sounds good. I'll swing by the kitchen and get some stuff for us. Rat, I'll meet you and Seryn with some grub in the hanger bay. Let her know I'm on my way.

*runs off to the kitchen*
*prepares a cart loaded with bagels, cream cheese, crispy bacon, Scrambbled eggs And a pitcher of tea, and another of Orange Juice. Adds plates, silverware, glasses and cups and saucers. pushes the whole cart up to the hanger bay*

Breakfast is served!

*looks around*

You slept here? Ah, well good for inspiration I guess. What's on your mind?

*begins pouring Tea and Serving*

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The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 10:58 AM

SCORPIONREGENT

Boros:

SR taps on the window of a taxi.

"You on duty?"

"Hop in."

SR climbs in. The cab pulls away from the curb.

"Where to?"

"The Stadium. There's an extra thirty in in for you if we can get out of the neighborhood fast, There's a jealous husband not far behind me."

"Easy Money!"

The cab accelarates to a crisp speed.

SR eyes the hack's license.
"Tell me Wally, is it true that cab driver's know where to find everything?"

Wally gives his fare the once over in the mirror.
"It's possible to find almost anything for the right price, hypothetically speaking."

"Well consider me a investor in your childrens college fund then." SR holds up a diamond the size of gapefruit in his left hand. "This is the object that will pay for the deal that you will help set up." SR then presses a lump of plastic explosive the size of a tennis ball onto the safety screen between the front and rear seats. "This is the bomb that will kill you if you decide to rip me off or double cross me." SR holds up a fat wad of cash. "Here's your finders fee from my end, what you get from the otherside is none of my concern as long as it doesn't come back to bother me."

Wally begins to sweat heavily. "What do you want."

"You have connections at the space port. I want to meet the guy who get's stuff in and get's things out. The direct source, no middle men, after all that would cut into your share. Go ahead and call him first. I know how jumpy these sort of people can be when visitors show up without an appointment."

Scorpion Regent

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 11:23 AM

climbs down off the nose of the fighter and comes to meet them.

yup, its close, and well, its close.

After tying the arms of her suit around her waist so that they don't get in her way she eagerly tucks into the food, then sits sipping a cup of tea, sighing with pure joy...

*blinks*

oh, right, ok, I had an idea

*challenges them to make a sarcastic comment with her heardest pooh-bear stare*

Its your name tags, I just never thought them through properly, they can transform you into anyone right? Even someone we don't know that well, just someone we have a good enough idea of? Even if they are not real?

the guys stare at her like she's grown another head.

I mean... those guys we were going to impersonate, we didn't know them, they might have well have been characters in a book? right?

riight....

well I have another character, one I remember so well from my childhood, and she had this great ability, one that could get us what we want - no mess, no fuss

okaaay...

Either of you heard of Penny Crayon?

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Xander: "Hi, for those of you who just tuned in, everyone here is a crazy person." *grin*

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 12:00 PM

Penny Crayon?

No I got nothin'.
The more you know about the person/character and if you use their real name/ full name, well, the better it works and the longer it lasts.

Who's Penny Crayon?

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The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 12:56 PM

she was a character in a tv show, she had the ability to draw anything, anything at all, and it would become real, all corporeal in full shiny 3D...

I figured if you bacame Penny Crayon, thats her full name by the way, you could just draw us a version of this ship. It would last as long as no-one let a pencil eraser near it. Long enough to get us what we need to build a real one, any hoo. I also thought about gettting you to draw a big wad of cash, but again, that kinda feels like the easy option.

So if I write you out a label would that work?

*grin*

I reckon you'd be good as a blond...

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 1:31 PM

Wow, ok. interesting. So the things that she draws, Are permanant or temparary? Stable or unstable?
I take it that she's a good artist? 'Cause I like art, but have no ability to create it, Having things in common with the person helps too.
* looks Seryn up and down*
like, female, blonde, artist, having knowledge of the person. these things make you the best person for the job. 'Sides I'm not sure me in a dress is really the way to go here. never tried it.
If the drawing thing will last long enough for us to get our parts, and you're willing to be Penny long enough to draw Ocean Cloud, we may have a plan......Rat? Input? modifications to Blueprints?
Once we have the parts, I can just write 'Forge' on a tag, and put her together.

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The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 3:51 PM

CITIZEN

"Okay let’s go, now!" Citizen shouts as the grey suit makes for the door of the house.

As they scramble into the tunnel Citizen unhooks a grenade from his belt and rolls it toward the front door. "Something to remember me by." He mutters as he pulls the door shut and the percussion of the grenade rings in their ears. Citizen Jams the door to the tunnels shut, while setting a few more grenades around the door so they’ll go off when the door opens.

The four of them head off down the tunnels, before Citizen’s com begins beeping. He pulls it out and answered it as they continued down the tunnel network.
“Now’s not a good time.” He says with some understatement. The com buzzes for a few seconds. “Well you can deal with… they want to deal direct… have what…” Citizen looks at the other three. “Okay I may be able to do something, tell him to meet me at the old town hall in thirty minutes.” Safe shoots Citizen a ‘what do you think your doing’ look on his face.
“Relax, I’ve got someone who seems to want things on or off this rock, quite like.” He pushed the com back into his jacket. “If it pans out this we could use this to at least get out of here.”
“And if it doesn’t pan out?”
“Well, the way I see it, it’s either legit, or a trap. If it’s a trap we’ll shoot who ever turns up. We’ll be there in a moment, plenty of time to set up.”

More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
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Sunday, February 5, 2006 5:53 PM

CALLMEATH

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Ath touches a few of the control surfaces in front of him and twists a control grip. The Sereni-Tree pivots slightly and its engines flare to life. The ship starts to accelerate away from the derelict.

*Having shown himself competent with the Sereni-tree's controls, Ath leans back in his chair and smiles.*

"Good work Ath", says TRM. "You should do just fine. Now, if you don't mind, I have to interview LMD about the animal handler's job.*

*As TRM leaves, Ath follows him out. On his way, he notices Kelly's absence. A little upset that Kelly didn't stay to watch, Ath nonetheless decides to find her and tell her the good news. After checking the computer for Kelly's location, Ath heads for the cargo bay.

Upon arriving in the Pifflepony area of the cargo bay, Ath doesn't find anyone. Just as he's about to leave, however, he hears the sound of female voices coming from the forest. Ath walks into the forest to find a tree unlike any he's ever seen, with silver bark and silver and green leaves. As Ath gets closer to the tree, Kelly steps out from the branches of the tree, walking down roots that have somehow formed into steps.

Any annoyance at Kelly for leaving vanishes when she sees him and smiles.*

"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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Sunday, February 5, 2006 6:28 PM

KELLYOFLUTHIEN

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Ath touches a few of the control surfaces in front of him and twists a control grip. The Sereni-Tree pivots slightly and its engines flare to life. The ship starts to accelerate away from the derelict.

*Having shown himself competent with the Sereni-tree's controls, Ath leans back in his chair and smiles.*

"Good work Ath", says TRM. "You should do just fine. Now, if you don't mind, I have to interview LMD about the animal handler's job.*

*As TRM leaves, Ath follows him out. On his way, he notices Kelly's absence. A little upset that Kelly didn't stay to watch, Ath nonetheless decides to find her and tell her the good news. After checking the computer for Kelly's location, Ath heads for the cargo bay.

Upon arriving in the Pifflepony area of the cargo bay, Ath doesn't find anyone. Just as he's about to leave, however, he hears the sound of female voices coming from the forest. Ath walks into the forest to find a tree unlike any he's ever seen, with silver bark and silver and green leaves. As Ath gets closer to the tree, Kelly steps out from the branches of the tree, walking down roots that have somehow formed into steps.

Any annoyance at Kelly for leaving vanishes when she sees him and smiles.*

"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"

*KellyofLuthien smiles and begins walking down the root stairs to greet Ath.

"Hi, Ath! Valinyë ná cenelyë ata--I am happy to see you again! Welcome to my home! Piffle was kind enough to allow me to grow a mallorn tree here to live in. How did your flying go?"

Ath grins. "TRM says I got the job!"

"Ai! Congratulations, Ath! We must celebrate! Would you like to finish that tea?"

Ath nods. "Sure."

Kelly gestures for Ath to come up into the mallorn. "Come on up, I'll show you around."

Ath follows her into the upper boughs of the tree. The limbs have twisted and grown to create all sorts of rooms and landings. Kelly gives a small tour, talking as she walks.

"This is my main room, with a fireplace, and here is the kitchen area. I found an extra stove and refrigerator and brought them in. Here is a sitting area, and a dining area. Here's the bathroom; I had a shower installed. Here's Piffle's room! Hi Piffle!" Piffle waves to Kelly and Ath. "And here is my bedroom. Er, how about that tea?"

Kelly heads over to the stove and sets the kettle on. Soon the water is heated and Kelly makes two cups of tea. Turning around with the cups in her hands, Kelly looks over at Ath.

"So, where would you like to sit down?"

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I love my Captain

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 7:15 PM

BLUEFISHIE

*realizes she's getting left behind in the threads, and writes her name on the wall for reference, in chalk, not magic marker*

^by my friend Yoko, an interprentation of me

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Sunday, February 5, 2006 7:55 PM