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Originally posted by Malicious:
(Mal-Licious enters, guns blazing) OKAY!! EVERYBODY FREEZE!! THIS IS A THREAD-JACKING! PLEASE REMAIN CALM. DON'T MOVE, SCREAM, TRY TO PRESS THE ALARM BUTTON OR CALL IN THE ALLIANCE AND NO ONE GETS HURT.

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Originally posted by Malicious:
(Mal-Licious enters, guns blazing)(Hint: "We've missed you, Mal-Licious" or "Mistress! You are gracing us with your presence! We are not worthy!" would be good)

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"Ohhhh, I've missed you so, O' Thread-Jacking Mistress! Though I never knew you before said jacking, I swear that you have been like a mentor to me." *Obsequious and fawning greeting completed, Washie encourages her mistress to take off her pants and jacket.*




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Originally posted by TheRealMe:

MAI-QUEST2, PIRATES, NEW ARRIVALS, BOROS, THE OCEAN CLOUD SCAM (34-39)
Citizen, LightMeDark, KellyofLuthien, ScorpionRegent, Jadehand, Seryn, ItsAWash, SoulOfSerenity (returns again), Malicious (returns in 39)
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*ItsaWash, aka Washie, bows and courtseys to her Mistress of Mayhem, long flaxen hair flowing down her back to the floor. Unfortunately, as she tries to rise, one small foot has edged over onto the trailing hair, trapping strands and causing her to shriek and grimace unbecomingly. Recovering quickly, Wash rises, collects her strands and stalks off as if she has somewhere important to go.

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Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
Soul rounds the corner and sees TRM standing there.

"My first target!"

Soul pulls out an arrow and fires it, oddly enough hitting TRM in the rear.

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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.
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Although only newly employed Ship's Counselor aboard the 'Tree and therefore greener than new grown leaves, Washie knows that the Ship's Security Chief should in NO wise be shootin' up the First Officer's arse. Not on HER watch!

Washie flies at the felon, tackling him to the floor, her gown woven around and over him, risen in the battle to her upper thighs. Placing her thumbs and forefingers to Soul's temples, she applies pressure exactly as she learned in Guild Training and puts out the shooter's lights for awhile, long enough for help to be summoned, and so she can see to The Real Him.

Disentangling, brushing off her skirts, Wash steps quickly over to TRM who is leaning against a wall, blood spilling down his leg onto the floor. He's breathing heavily and looking pale from blood loss: apparently the weapon found a good blood source. Accurately assessing the situation and her part in bringing aid to it, she takes TRM's hand that is clapped to his butt, makes sure it is holding the arrow safely secure, non-moving, places both her arms around his neck pulling him close and whispers, "TRM, I have need of your services," planting a long, slow, deep kiss whose effects last for three days on his mouth.

The resulting kissie is wrestled onto the copiously bleeding wound, staunching the flow and improving TRM's odds of keeping his job.

Sliding her arm beneath TRM's own in support, Washie checks to make sure the vanquished shooter remains so, and then slaps the comm at TRM's wrist. "SimonWho? AnyWho? Guys? 'Could sure use some help or at least some frellin' ANSWERS OVER HERE!"

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Originally posted by CallMeAth:
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*Just then, Kelly comes out of the kitchen with more cupcakes!*

"Hi Kelly! Can I have one?"

"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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Originally posted by KellyofLuthien:
Kelly smiles inwardly and asks:

"So, what about you? Do you have a Valentine?"

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Originally posted by CallMeAth:

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Originally posted by KellyofLuthien:
Kelly smiles inwardly and asks:

"So, what about you? Do you have a Valentine?"

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*Ath's face falls for the briefest of moments, so quickly that Kelly isn't sure she saw anything.*

"No, uh, I, uh, I don't have a Valentine."

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Originally posted by ItsaWash:

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Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
Soul rounds the corner and sees TRM standing there.

"My first target!"

Soul pulls out an arrow and fires it, oddly enough hitting TRM in the rear.

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Although only newly employed Ship's Counselor aboard the 'Tree and therefore greener than new grown leaves, Washie knows that the Ship's Security Chief should in NO wise be shootin' up the First Officer's arse. Not on HER watch!

Washie flies at the felon, tackling him to the floor, her gown woven around and over him, risen in the battle to her upper thighs. Placing her thumbs and forefingers to Soul's temples, she applies pressure exactly as she learned in Guild Training and puts out the shooter's lights for awhile, long enough for help to be summoned, and so she can see to The Real Him.

Disentangling, brushing off her skirts, Wash steps quickly over to TRM who is leaning against a wall, blood spilling down his leg onto the floor. He's breathing heavily and looking pale from blood loss: apparently the weapon found a good blood source. Accurately assessing the situation and her part in bringing aid to it, she takes TRM's hand that is clapped to his butt, makes sure it is holding the arrow safely secure, non-moving, places both her arms around his neck pulling him close and whispers, "TRM, I have need of your services," planting a long, slow, deep kiss whose effects last for three days on his mouth.

The resulting kissie is wrestled onto the copiously bleeding wound, staunching the flow and improving TRM's odds of keeping his job.

Sliding her arm beneath TRM's own in support, Washie checks to make sure the vanquished shooter remains so, and then slaps the comm at TRM's wrist. "SimonWho? AnyWho? Guys? 'Could sure use some help or at least some frellin' ANSWERS OVER HERE!"

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SimonWho wrote:
Okay, I'm here, what's all the ...

Oh dear. Well, they do say love hurts and that it's a pain in the ass. Right, let's get that wound...

Argh. This isn't an actual wound - it's strictly representational and the only chance of infection is with the love bug.

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Originally posted by Malicious:

Do you guys think that we could perhaps, maybe, because I missed it, talk like pirates again? Sometime soon?

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Originally posted by Jazaf:
All the commotion wakes Jazaf from his nap, startled he falls off of the couch and onto the floor. When he stands he notices Soul in a questionable getup and sighs.
'There is something fundamentally wrong with you.'

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:

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Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
Soul rounds the corner and sees TRM standing there.

"My first target!"

Soul pulls out an arrow and fires it, oddly enough hitting TRM in the rear.

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Although only newly employed Ship's Counselor aboard the 'Tree and therefore greener than new grown leaves, Washie knows that the Ship's Security Chief should in NO wise be shootin' up the First Officer's arse. Not on HER watch!

Washie flies at the felon, tackling him to the floor, her gown woven around and over him, risen in the battle to her upper thighs. Placing her thumbs and forefingers to Soul's temples, she applies pressure exactly as she learned in Guild Training and puts out the shooter's lights for awhile, long enough for help to be summoned, and so she can see to The Real Him.

Disentangling, brushing off her skirts, Wash steps quickly over to TRM who is leaning against a wall, blood spilling down his leg onto the floor. He's breathing heavily and looking pale from blood loss: apparently the weapon found a good blood source. Accurately assessing the situation and her part in bringing aid to it, she takes TRM's hand that is clapped to his butt, makes sure it is holding the arrow safely secure, non-moving, places both her arms around his neck pulling him close and whispers, "TRM, I have need of your services," planting a long, slow, deep kiss whose effects last for three days on his mouth.

The resulting kissie is wrestled onto the copiously bleeding wound, staunching the flow and improving TRM's odds of keeping his job.

Sliding her arm beneath TRM's own in support, Washie checks to make sure the vanquished shooter remains so, and then slaps the comm at TRM's wrist. "SimonWho? AnyWho? Guys? 'Could sure use some help or at least some frellin' ANSWERS OVER HERE!"

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SimonWho wrote:
Okay, I'm here, what's all the ...

Oh dear. Well, they do say love hurts and that it's a pain in the ass. Right, let's get that wound...

Argh. This isn't an actual wound - it's strictly representational and the only chance of infection is with the love bug.

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“Washie! SimonWho! Please do not be concerned! I’m fine! I’m not injured.”

TheRealMe reaches back and pulls a plastic ketchup bottle out of his back pocket. It has been ruptured by the cupid arrow and had been leaking down the back of his legs.
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Upon learning that her First Officer is, in fact, not harmed, aside from his now suffering from a severe lack of ketchup supplies, Washie leans against the 'Tree's bulkhead, hand to her forehead in relief. One brief sigh later and ready for anything, she walks over to Dr. SimonWho, "Quick work, Doc, and thanks. Nice to know folks can answer an urgent call when they're hollered for, even if it only turns out to be a condiment emergency," she adds sheepishly.

Taking the sterile towel out of the doctor's long pale fingers, she takes two steps over to TRM and hands it to him for clean-up.

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“I keep this for emergencies, like unexpected gifts of French fries, and other... Ummm… That was QUITE a kiss you gave me, Wash, and… Ummm…”

As TheRealMe locks eyes with ItsAWash, his speech falters. He shakes his head to clear it, and continues.

“Uh, I really should be returning to my… uh… duties. Important, ummm… things to do. Like, ummm… I dunno… And like I said earlier, that arrow had no affect on me at…”

Unable to restrain himself, TheRealMe grabs ItsAWash and becomes lost in a kiss so passionate that it should replace the one at the end of “The Princess Bride”.

After a time, when TheRealMe comes up for air, he asks, “Washie, wasn’t there something that you wanted to tell me, earlier, before the demon doll incident? Also, I saw how quickly you dealt with Soul, and I’m curious. Do those pressure point techniques have… uh… other applications?”

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*Awash in sensation, Washie has a sudden image of Wesley and his love as the sun sets. When TRM draws his head back from the kiss, a plethora of kissies tumble down, tickling his beard and then cavorting on the floor to be scooped up by Dr. SW and tossed into a nearby chute that leads to kissie storage in the cargo hold, then he makes his way back to the MedLab whistling.

Still held and warmed in TRM's arms, Washie's eyelids flutter back open and look into her First Officer's own with a soft smile lighting the gaze she gives him. At his first question, she says on a long exhale, "Ummmm, yeah I had a dream...thought it was a dream, but then wasn't so sure. Got something in my quarters I need you to look at, notes I took right after so as not to forget, and evidence, of a sort. Am thinking it could have something to do with the rooom's former occupant, maybe you could tell me more."

Reluctantly pulling away from her resting place against the uniformed man, Washie takes her hand down to tuck into the crook of his elbow. She leads TRM down the corridor toward her quarters, the scene of her earlier dream (vision?). TRM shortens his steps to match hers as they go, leans his head down a bit to hear her quietly tell him, "Pressure points, yeah. Among the things I picked up in Guild training. Has to do with the major and minor chakras. Are you familiar with how they work? 'Cause, if work slows down a bit around here, I could school you a bit, maybe at the same time we're re-stocking that kissie supply." She looks up at him as she says the last few words and as he looks back, their feet stumble a bit, they re-gather their equilibrium and walk on thoughtfully.






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Originally posted by Bluefishie:
*runs into the kitchen-eating-place, and sits on the big table, and waits for someone to notice her*

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*Having earlier anticipated Ms. Bluefishie's arriving in the kitchen at some point, Washie had left her a blue rose plucked from the nature preserve before Freddie ate it, along with a small ink drawing of Bluefishie uttering one of her favorite Bluefishie-isms. As Blue sniffs the rose, she is filled with a sense of welcome and homecoming.*

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:

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Originally posted by Malicious:

Do you guys think that we could perhaps, maybe, because I missed it, talk like pirates again? Sometime soon?

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Arrrgh! We be glad fer it, matey! Arrrgh! A spot 'o grog be goin' down sweet, now!

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(Prior to the events involving ketchup skewering, kissie-making and chakra-talking):

Wash sings in a full-throated alto, "Yo-ho, yo-ho a pirate's life for me!" and repeats the ditty along with all 12 verses, making up more as she goes along until all pirate-ish folk begin to despair. 'Here be music-critics,' she mutters as she subsides into thoughtful silence.

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Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:

Soul smirks, glad that he's awake again, and lets another arrow fly, hurting his already wounded shoulder in the process. The arrow with the heart-shaped arrowhead hits Ath this time, and just like with TRM, it hits him smack dab in the butt.

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Originally posted by Jazaf:
All the commotion wakes Jazaf from his nap, startled he falls off of the couch and onto the floor. When he stands he notices Soul in a questionable getup and sighs.
'There is something fundamentally wrong with you.'

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This from a man who...

Edited 'cause Jazaf only deserves to be embarrased on ONE thread...

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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.

Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."

http://havenofsouls.blogspot.com

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OOC: Curse you Soul!!!!

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Originally posted by CallMeAth:

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Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:

Soul smirks, glad that he's awake again, and lets another arrow fly, hurting his already wounded shoulder in the process. The arrow with the heart-shaped arrowhead hits Ath this time, and just like with TRM, it hits him smack dab in the butt.

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*Ath barely has time to register the arrow's impact before he feels the effect of the love arrow. Without a word he gently pulls Kelly into his arms and kisses her, softly at first, then with growing passion.*

"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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Originally posted by KellyofLuthien:
*KellyofLuthien finds herself shocked for the first time in hundreds of years. She thought she had experienced every kind of kiss imaginable: sweet kisses, angry kisses, passionate kisses, and perfect ones too, but nothing in her 3026 years of life has ever compared to the weight of emotion that went into Ath's kiss.

Kelly relaxes and starts kissing back, not needing an arrow to match Ath's enthusiasm.*

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Cozen wrote:
*Affecting a casual posture, cozen loads the fifth round into the M40A3, then raises the rifle to point at an imaginary target far in the distance as if to show he actually knows how to dial in the Unertl scope. Of course, Molly the Parrot chooses just that moment to test out the barrel's perchworthiness. Too late, he recall's Jadehand's instructions to make sure the safety is on, and to never have the finger in front of the trigger unless you mean to shoot.*

Huh. Oh-fer 2.

*One of the rum bottles explodes before anyone registers the cracking report of the gunshot. The rifle's kick slams cozen hard to the ground. The bird's frightful squawking as it flaps madly away is nearly as loud as the gun itself.*

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Jadehand wrote:
Quincy, Keep her ready for immediate departure, with one hand on the SEP. Anything goes wrong, you take this ship, and you come and rescue us.

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SafeAt2nd wrote:
"Needy indicated that the tunnel opens in a back alley near the hanger. Citizen, you, Jack and Bride6 lead the way, "Stan", Bride7 and I will take up the rear. We’ll try to keep the Alliance at bay. If we go down, for any reason, you keep going." Safe says, looking back down the tunnel towards the explosion. Jack catches the look in Safe’s eye and nods slightly, suddenly all business.

"Let’s move."

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
On Boros:

Bride6 blinks, and outrage creeps into her whisper. “Are you saying that I’m FAT??”


Bobby Sue, Bride6

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