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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Rule 1: The Second Gala Pageant is open to any and all individuals who wish to participate. This is a rule I will insist upon, since the First Gala Pageant was open only to males and the women who were not judges were forced to sit around and watch passively. This needs to be an inclusive group activity.

Rule 2: Nobody will be required to participate against their will.

Rule 3: There will be an odd number of judges for the Second Gala Pageant, probably three. Ebonezer, Malicious, and CageyBee, the judges of the First Gala Pageant, are welcome to return. CallMeSerenity has also requested a position as judge, and I suggest that she be the first alternate in the likely event of a vacancy. That, or else we can bump the number up to five. Similarly, ThatWeirdGirl is requested to be the Mistress of Ceremonies, as she so aptly fulfilled that job last time, and brought us the Seven Brides as a bonus!

Rule 4: One round of the Second Gala Pageant will be based on each contestant’s appearance alone, which includes whatever outfit they might wear. This appearance is whatever they think might catch the judge’s attention, and might be elegant, or sexy, or slutty, or bizarre, or funny, or horrific, or awe-inspiring, or clever. Bonus points will probably be awarded if someone can fit in all of the above categories.

Rule 5: One round of the Second Gala Pageant will be the Swimsuit Competition. This will be held in our water park. Swimming might even be involved.

Rule 6: One round of the Second Gala Pageant will be a Talent Competition, which will involve the contestants doing something. They can sing, or play a musical instrument, or dance, or compose poetry, or juggle, or perform some OTHER entertaining action (I’m thinking specifically about Needy here), or invent some clever device. However, performing a routine as a mime is strictly forbidden!

Rule 7: No matter what else happens, Malicious will probably win anyway.

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Posted by SR - SR turns to Seryn "I'm sure to muck this up, but better it be said wrong than not at all. I am so very sorry for the collosal cluster flok on Commerce. Because of me, You and Serenity were put in such danger. All we ever do is quibble and fight, though if there was ever really bad blood between us, one of us would not be alive here and now. My fondest memory of you, is us laughing together at that table in the commerce marketplace. The next moment all hell is breaking loose again. I try to help, but lately we are like two wolverines sewn into a bag with a cannon ball thrown into a lake. Let there be some peace between us. Maybe we are going different places, but we are still on the same ship. I may be in engineering, but I'm hardly just a engineer. I'll be moving around the ship and so will you. We know where to find one another. We needn't grow into strangers, that wouldn't become us. We can't erase the past, but we can try something new, what ever that maybe. That fine, stunning dress is giving me ideas of the possibilities, but that would be entirely up to you."

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SR pauses and he brings the conversation onto a different tack.
"No, I won't be at the shindig, you know me well enough. I wouldn't be comfortable there and I would just make others uncomfortable too. Everyone is entitled to have their fun so you enjoy yourself, meanwhile Snarky and I will be outside making sure that everyone is safe to live and have fun aboard the Tree. If I can't be there having fun, I will do my part to make sure that you can. Besides testing catapaults can be fun. I'll take the boots with much gratitude, as long as you promise me they aren't a parting gift."

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* TheRealMe strolls onto the elegant metal stage that Jazaf had built in the Common Room. He is dressed in a tuxedo with tails, carries a cane, and wears a top hat (which he doffs as he bows). A spotlight focuses on his form as lights in the Common Room dim. *

Greetings, everyone, and welcome to the Second Gala Pageant of the Sereni-Tree!

* The crowd goes wild, or failing that, TheRealMe pushes a button on his com-link for fake clapping and a laugh track. *


TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Originally posted by seryn:
She reaches up to run her fingers around the nape of his neck, then gently but very firmly pulls his face down to hers and kisses him lightly on the lips. Then the spirit of tease catches her and she breaks away, steps back and licks her lips very slightly. She tilts her chin in an exaggerated 'thinking' pose, then smiles at him.

"No, not a parting gift..."

Out in the commonroom appause goes up, a voice booms out.

"Its starting, excuse me." She bites her lips and smiles as she's backing away

"yes, I liked that... keep having ideas"

She grins again, and turns to go discover the sticky mess that must be the girls by now.
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
OOC: PsychicRiver! We'll be glad to have you back when you can manage it. My summaries have continued to say that you are off elsewhere or elsewhen, talking to your once or future self. Oh, and I think that your dad has a few words to say about "borrowing" his TARDIS without permission.

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...Besides testing catapaults can be fun...

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Originally posted by seryn:

She pulls one of the god-awful things, a particularly runny looking peacock, out of the bag and hefts it in one hand

"Figured if it was for research *grins* there was nothing better to volunteer for destruction. You know, for the good of mankind?"

She puts the bag and the ornament down, and rests an appreciative hand on the catapult, Admiring the construction.

"When she's ready of course..."

*smiles*



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Originally posted by seryn:

"Water balloons?" Sr despite himself, laughs slightly. Shielding her eyes, she scans the ground, then points. He looks in the direction, and sees Shwartz the Llama scratching himself against a tree. "Nooooooo...."

"Yes! Time for some target practice! The idea is not to hit him, just to get him thoroughly wet, theres soap in some of the balloons, its time the smelly old thing had a bath."

Grinning, they load the first batch, and SR sets to calculating angles. Done, he looks up.

"ready?"

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Originally posted by CallMeAth:
As he gets to the edge of the stage, Ath falls off, landing on his head with his feet in the air, revealing more than he'd probably like.

"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 seryn:

She steps back, re-establashing the contact, a small smile over her shoulder. "Convince me to forgive you..."

He returns the smile, leans closer, and gives it his best shot.

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Originally posted by CallMeAth:
CONTESTANT 7: CallMeAth

A young man with giant black dragon wings walks onto the stage in a a frilly pink dress and fishnet stockings. He's obviously having trouble walking in the 4 inch high heels he's wearing.

"Hello", he says. "I am CallMeAHHHHH....!"

As he gets to the edge of the stage, Ath falls off, landing on his head with his feet in the air, revealing more than he'd probably like.

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As he gets to the edge of the stage, Ath falls off, landing on his head with his feet in the air, revealing more than he'd probably like.

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Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
He is such a boob!

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Originally posted by seryn:
Back in her room, having stopped in the kitchens to raid the fruit and veg store, she feeds bits of root veg to the rabbits then attempts to sleep.

It doesn't work, and she knows exactly why.

Ten minutes later she's sat cross legged on the end of SR's bed, agitatedly cutting strawberries into smaller and smaller chunks and eating them as she waits for him to return.

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Originally posted by seryn:
Hey, I resent 'bumping uglies'! They were kissing... are you calling me ugly?

Am I going to have to beat your ass?

As for viagra, nope, hormones maybe, and I've a secret suspicion that the Tree has actually landed in some alternate Mills & Boon reality. Next its going to be heaving bosoms, men in breeches and country dances.
Oh crap its spread to the Nook already...)

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