The MUCH Faster Loading, Floating Tree house by mai

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Originally posted by SimonWho:

Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling SimonWho a boy.

*Dies laughing!*

*Gives self CPR*

*Dies laughing again!*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005 4:03 PM

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*Dies laughing again!*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

*Smell of Noxema, liberally applied to cozen's freshly shaven chest. Applies CPR to deadlike ebonezer, summoning much chivalry to offset enjoyment of mouth-to-mouth resusitation bit. Thankfully,she revives,but the hypnosis has worn off on account of her having died and all.*

"I am at your mercy, Oh spinny Ebo. I have wrecked your pool table, lack bitchin' high heels, am possibly given over to twg for a week's servitude. judge mal-icious ain't in my harem (okay, I don't even have a harem). And I lack hypnotic control over your mind, but I desperatly need your vote in the pageant. Simply tell me the cost for your vote, and I shall do what I can. btw, what do I gotta do for kgb's vote anyway?"

*Calls up 5th gynaecologist to enquire what the hell s/he saw. Is put on hold.

This is not my best day ever.

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005 4:30 PM

Quick! Someone call TheGreyJedi to fix Ebo's pool table! And tell him to wear an evening gown!

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005 5:46 PM

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Originally posted by SimonWho:
Hello, my name is SimonWho and I like kittens, Mozart and dancing. I want to work with children and animals in the future and my greatest wish is for world peace and for every Fox executive to fall into a vat of chemicals.

Am I the only one who got a sudden image of the Flying Circus' Summarize Proust contest? And now I have a double image of SimonWho and Graham Chapman on the stage. Now there's a strange sight.

I need to get my brain back on straight. Hey Rat, gimme a Pepsi straight up! I assume you're still hiding behind the bar there.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005 5:56 PM

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Originally posted by cozen:

* Sikorsky arrives,chopping up 150 butterfly thingies -sorry!-

* The Real Me thinks. *

Hmmmm… Considering that we only had 100 butterfly thrusters to begin with, and that a handful were knocked out of place when Cozen joined us, and that a FURTHER 150 were just now destroyed, that would mean that we are…

FALLING!

* The Real Me pauses, trying to detect that unmistakable weightless feeling, but it does not come. Perhaps PsychicRiver is holding up the Sereni-TREE with his telekinesis powers. The Real Me gives PsychicRiver a thumbs up. *

Good going, PsychicRiver!

* The Real Me then leads the Ebo Golem and one of the Rats back toward his room. On the way, he pauses to scoop up the handful of butterfly thrusters that Cozen had knocked loose when he first fell. These are perhaps the last ones still operational. *

These could be useful!

* The Real Me enters his suite and motions for the other two to follow him in. They do so. The Real Me closes and locks the door behind him and points to Rat. *

Ebo Golem! Grab and hold this person!

* The Ebo Golem springs into action and grabs Rat in an iron grip. Rat squeals and struggles. Smugly, The Real Me strolls up and pulls off the “Rat” face mask to reveal… The Female Reaver! She fails in her attempt to bite The Real Me’s hand, then she sticks her tongue out at him. *

Ha! Excellent escape attempt, FemaleReaver! You almost had me fooled! Only the fact that there were TWO Rats made me suspicious! Ebo Golem! Tie her up. Securely, this time! Take her to my guest suite and strap her to the Hannibal Lector restraining device. Hmmmm… I’ll have to work on getting a proper holding cell constructed for her.

Oh, well, now on to important matters! Like winning the beauty pageant!

The Real Me

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005 6:07 PM

* The Real Me goes to the work bench in his personal laboratory, where lay various pieces of his partially-reassembled robot, Sparky. *

I’m glad I got this far with his repairs. I’ll need THIS particular bit for my big finale.

* The Real Me heads to his bathroom and takes a quick shower. He uses his hands to fluff up his curly hair. He shaves off his week-old beard. Then he goes into the master bedroom and pulls down his suitcase. *

I’m glad I had a chance for that side trip to Glen Cook’s "Black Company" dimension.

* The Real Me pulls a very long strip of extraordinarily stretchy black cloth out of the suitcase and begins to wrap it around himself. Like something alive, it quickly finishes the task. He pulls out another strip. Like a snake, it leaps upon him and twists itself about so that it, too, is in place. The Real Me continues. Before long, he is completely covered from head to foot in long strips of stretchy black cloth. He can barely peek out of the hood-like structure that has formed over his head. The ends of each of these long strips seem to float about him, like sea plants gently waving in a current. The Real Me wiggles a bit, and the attire settles on him, the long strips constantly shifting and moving about, like an inconstant robe.

Ohhh! Air flow!

* Almost as an afterthought, The Real Me puts on FemaleReaver-Rat’s discarded blue feather boa. With some satisfaction, The Real Me examines himself in the mirror. *

Frilly!

* Next, The Real Me wonders what he could do for the talent competition. He rummages around his room. The only real props he has of an elegant nature are a couple of pretty Japanese hand fans. What could he do with those? Ah! Suddenly, he has the perfect act in mind. Something that nobody else could duplicate! *

Okay, now a quick trip to Florida, and I’ll be ready!

* The Real Me opens a dimensional portal to the Sunshine State and walks through. The portal closes behind him. *

The Real Me

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005 6:15 PM

I'm alive!

Jubulation!

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005 6:20 PM

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Originally posted by montanagirl:
Hey Rat, gimme a Pepsi straight up! I assume you're still hiding behind the bar there.

Yup! Still hiding, here you go!

-Ratboy

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005 6:26 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Okay, now a quick trip to Florida, and I’ll be ready!

* The Real Me opens a dimensional portal to the Sunshine State and walks through. The portal closes behind him. *

Be sure Therealme looks up TherealRat.

-Ratboy

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005 6:28 PM

Danke! I have to say, I'm not a fan of Pepsimilk. I like my Pepsi the way God intended it to be: in a can, with caffeine and calories. Keep 'em coming and I won't let anyone know where you're hiding

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005 6:49 PM

* The Real Me thinks. *

Hmmmm… Considering that we only had 100 butterfly thrusters to begin with....

On my way down, I could swear I saw a bunch of blue caterpillars. Seems you've created breeding thrusters. I think you're better than you think.

*cozen considers the level of competition.* Dimensional portals to Florida: I ain't got that kind of mojo.

*Sighs. Stumbles across tool chest* Gotta admire the Treehouse Gang's level of preparation.

*Selects tools, grimly sets to repairing the pool table, all the while hoping some nice citizen takes over the task so that he can get on with finding cfm shoes and showstopping bikini.*

This is not my best day ever.

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005 8:23 PM

*dressed in a orange ruffled tuxedo, KGB sails in on an obviously broken scooter, baddly rigged with a jet propulsion engine*

Am I too late? Can I still judge? Are there snacks?

*grabs a bar stool and takes a very small clipboard from her pocket*

My notes say I will be judging sheerly on prettiness....and Jayne-like qualities that do not involve ripping off your dress. Or, wait...

*gets out a giant eraser and makes several corrections to her notes*

Ok, the Official KGB Judging Criteria:
1. Ability to make creme brulee
2. Closest to the stake (just like horseshoes)
3. Best medical language skills and head-wrapping
4. Singing the ABCs backward
5. Supplication

*puts aways clipboard and holds out hand, preparing for it to be kissed. Hand gets cold waiting*

Uh, Pillow Me, where did you put my gloves?

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 12:38 AM

SIMONWHO

*raises voice in song*

#Z Y X W V U T S R Q P O N M L K J I H G F E D C B A#

*reveals creme brulee which can never be jello*

Ta Da!

Oh and I don't impress judges by kissing their hands.

*leans over and gives cageybee a real smacker on the lips*

Those of you who watched Xena will have a definite image in mind.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 7:20 AM

COSMICFUGITIVE

SimonWho wrote:

Quote:
*raises voice in song*

#Z Y X W V U T S R Q P O N M L K J I H G F E D C B A#

*reveals creme brulee which can never be jello*

Ta Da!

Oh and I don't impress judges by kissing their hands.

*leans over and gives cageybee a real smacker on the lips*

Those of you who watched Xena will have a definite image in mind.

LOL! Classic!

Thanks for the reminder!

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 9:19 AM

ARAMINA

Hi everybody!

Therealme suggested I pop in and say hello. He/she said I could be crazy and weird (or words to that effect) here, so here I am.

I haven't been here for very long, been on the Bronze:beta for years so I'm well used to the whole online community thing, if not threaded boards. One question I have is when you're joining a thread, do you reply to the first post or the last?

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 9:28 AM

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Originally posted by SimonWho:
*raises voice in song*

#Z Y X W V U T S R Q P O N M L K J I H G F E D C B A#

*reveals creme brulee which can never be jello*

Ta Da!

Oh and I don't impress judges by kissing their hands.

*leans over and gives cageybee a real smacker on the lips*

Those of you who watched Xena will have a definite image in mind.

Uh, I was accidentally at dueling lessons during the entire run of Xena. Should I fear for my lips?

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 9:33 AM

THATWEIRDGIRL

I reply to the one that made me think to reply.

If you want a place to get away form the world and enjoy the weirdness of life, you've found it. In this thread, and its relatives, we like to escape form the confines of physics and space time. Men can be pirates or queens and women can be commanders and um weirdos. Relax, pull up a hammock, pillow, or lawn chair and enjoy the pageant.

btw, I still need a few filler acts when the contestants prepare for the next phase. Anybody?

www.thatweirdgirl.com

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 9:47 AM

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Originally posted by cozen:
...cfm shoes...

Don't for one second think I don't know what that means either! I just can't decide whether to give you points or take them away....

PS: I almost married a man, many years ago, whose name would have caused my initials to be "FMP." I SOOO wanted that vanity license plate!

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 10:52 AM

SIMONWHO

Quote:
Originally posted by cageybee:

Uh, I was accidentally at dueling lessons during the entire run of Xena. Should I fear for my lips?

me

Actually, the image that should have popped into your mind was this one:

(the one on the left isn't a woman, despite the dress and tiara)

So don't worry cageybee. I don't bite... hard.

*runs off to fix his bikini line*

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 10:57 AM

*quickly applies chapstick in preparation for more of the contestants, erm, proposals*

Well, I think it would be safe to say that the rest of you have some serious catching up to do! Thank you, Simon. You will be judged fairly and accurately...with a side bonus for passion.

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 11:50 AM

Hello Aramina and welcome!

Ok, so I know the pageant is for the manly treehousers, but I have found the perfect dress and don't want it to go to waste. Just give me a minute......

*Mai shuffles off to her room to change into possible the most creative if not uncomfortable dress ever made, but it is oh so SHINY!!!*

dah dah dah dahhhhh!

*Mai enters in her regal and very glittery sort of frilly, dress made entirely of leaves! *

That's right I said leaves...

See it's got barely there straps made from some twisted vines and lots and lots of gorgeous green leaves layered on top of one another. Each layer edged in hunderds of goldenish sequins.

I have just one problem with my beloved dress.
What kind of shoes go with leaves and vines?
Maybe barefoot is best?

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 12:03 PM

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Originally posted by mai:
I have just won problem with my beloved dress.
What kind of shoes go with leaves and vines?
Maybe barefoot is best?

Not just barefoot, but grass-stained bare feet! That's the key to setting off a spectacular leaf dress. And maybe some berry earrings.

If we still need filler entertainment, I can sing the first verse of "Silent Night" in German.

Or make cookies.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 2:18 PM

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Originally posted by Malicious:
Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
...cfm shoes...

Don't for one second think I don't know what that means either! I just can't decide whether to give you points or take them away....

"cozen for mal-icious"

*...resumes varnishing refabbed pool table*

This day keeps gettin' better and better.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 2:39 PM

* In the hot Florida sun, The Real Me curses under his breath and tries again. He hobbles around like a crippled man. How in blazes do women walk in high heels? Beyond how… *

* WHY? *

* The Real Me gives up. He reaches into the shifting folds of his moving, living attire and pulls out one of his butterfly thrusters. Like a coin, he flips it up into the air. It takes its place directly above his head. The Real Me feels his weight lessen. About 0.2 gee should be about right. He finally manages to walk in the torturous devices. He walks, perhaps not elegantly, but at least predictably. *

* The Real Me opens a dimensional portal to the Sereni-TREE and moves through. He finds himself on the catwalk. The Real Me moves down the catwalk in high heels, with a noticeable bounce in his step. The Real Me notices Aramina in the crowd, and gives a subtle wave. *

* The Real Me presents himself before the judges. He is still wrapped in his numerous strips of long black cloth, with a blue feather boa around his neck. The black strips move and sway about, as if alive. With both hands, The Real Me bats away some of the strips obscuring his face. He bows deeply to the judges. In as perky a tone as he can manage, he begins: *

Greetings! It is I, The Real Me! I like hanging around with my friends in the Treehouse, creating fabulous inventions, and traveling to other dimensions. I also enjoy watching Firefly. It is my dream to find an alternate reality where Joss and crew finished the full seven-year run of the series. If I ever succeed, I promise to bring recordings back here for viewing parties.

* The Real Me spins around slowly. The cloth strips weave about in a little dance like a halo around him. *

If you’d care to take a look at my outfit, you will note that it is “frilly”. But watch. It can convert to “slinky”.

* The Real Me puts his attire into “ultimate protection” mode. The black cloth strips instantly whip around, sending blue feathers flying everywhere, to tightly and securely bind The Real Me like a mummy’s bandages. Unable to move a finger, The Real Me topples over onto the floor. He bounces slowly once or twice, as if in lunar gravity. *

* The Real Me mumbles something unintelligible through the wrappings stretched across his face. *

* That went well... As The Real Me lays there, he realizes that he cannot compete with Cozen in groveling, or with SimonWho for disturbing sexiness. So he will have to make up points during the talent competition. *

The Real Me

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 2:57 PM

*impressed with TRM's both frilly and slinky dress, KGB makes several mental notes. The Pillow KGB then comes over and whispers in KGB's ear*

Xena is a what?!?!?

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 3:38 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* In the hot Florida sun, The Real Me curses under his breath and tries again. He hobbles around like a crippled.....

Well, don't all the nuts roll downhill to Florida!!

-Ratboy

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 4:15 PM

*ebo wonders if she can make an intelegent contribution to the conversation. She decides she can't. But posts anyway.*

*twirls*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 4:53 PM

ZOID

Over on the NOB, they get cleavage threads, complete with visual stimuli. Here, we get TVs.

*zoid goes back down to the bilges, opens boiler door and climbs in, and emerges once again in the taproom of 'The Bottom'.*

Preferentially,

zoid
Publican, 'The Bottom of the Tree'

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 5:03 PM

*Neatly wipes tools, replaces them in convenient toolbox*

Pool table’s done, gooder than new, with improved SmartFelt™ layer that never lets the white ball fall into a pocket. Careful about leaning against the table, varnish might still be a might tacky.

Hmmm.... lotsa stuff under the table here. Broken left shoes. A gallon sized crystal slipper. Fishnet stockings. Robot parts.... And booze! A bunch of booze!

*cozen sets to mixing up a gallon of margaritas. Samples goods at a less than restrained rate of imbibage. Hefts now full gallon sized crystal slipper, and, walking with the very careful gait of the not quite sober enough gent in a lady's dress, finally finds judge cageybee with intent of delivering offering along with the mostest poetical reverse alphabetical recitation of where did this sentence go.... and trips over dastardly [simonwho's coincidentally placed foot, spilling contents all over swank dress #2*

*Passes out on the spot.*

Xena's a warrior, er, "princess". Nudge-nudge

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 5:27 PM

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Originally posted by cozen:
...walking with the very careful gait of the not quite sober enough gent in a lady's dress...

*passes out from laughing hysterically*

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 5:34 PM

Thanks for the brilliant idea Montanagirl. Ok, so barefeet slightly greenish feet.
Ohhhhhhh and a loverly tiara made out the most lavish wildflowers imaginable.

So, have we seen all the contestants? When will the big decision be made? I am so excited I can barely contain myself...

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 5:40 PM

"Pool table’s done, gooder than new, with improved SmartFelt™ layer that never lets the white ball fall into a pocket."

Wow, that was so nice of you to fix the table. Now maybe we can get back to our game.

Ebo, where are you? I realize you maybe busy attending to pageant responsibilites, but let me know when you wanna get back to the game. I think I was actually doing pretty well.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 6:03 PM

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Originally posted by Cozen
*cozen sets to mixing up a gallon of margaritas. Samples goods at a less than restrained rate of imbibage. Hefts now full gallon sized crystal slipper, and, walking with the very careful gait of the not quite sober enough gent in a lady's dress, finally finds judge cageybee with intent of delivering offering along with the mostest poetical reverse alphabetical recitation of where did this sentence go.... and trips over dastardly [simonwho's coincidentally placed foot, spilling contents all over swank dress #2*

Wow, I'm covered in margarita...Yay! Cozen, you sure know the way to a lady's heart. This competition is really starting to heat up.

*begins licking margarita off arms*

Ok, lock for my vote...who has limes?

me

~Mal- "how drunk was i last night?"
~Jayne- "i don't know. i passed out."

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 6:08 PM

Yay! Pool table all repaired!

Oh, and that booze you found under there, I had nothing to do with that. Probably Rat left it...yeah, thats what happened...

*ahem*

So yeah, pool. I think its your turn Mai...

Oh wait! Before you shoot...

*Forgeting that she has a short dress on, Ebo clambors up onto the pool table.*

Hey! Guys! GUYS! SHUT UP! I hafta brag for a moment.

I'M GONNA MEET MORENA BACCARIN! SCORE!!

Alrighty, I'm all done!

Thanks!

*jumps down.*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 6:18 PM

*Pool cue clatters to the floor.....* What?

Ebo, OMG! YOu aRE SO LuckY! When? HOw? YOu have to tell us every minute detail.... Oh, and can I be you? please?

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 6:20 PM

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Originally posted by ebonezer:
Oh, and that booze you found under there, I had nothing to do with that. Probably Rat left it...yeah, thats what happened...

Again, RootBeer don't count as booze!

-Ratboy

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 6:22 PM

I made a blog. Go read that. I'm lazy and wish not to type it again.

But all the same - *SQUEAL!*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 7:13 PM

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Originally posted by mai:

Ok, so I know the pageant is for the manly treehousers, but I have found the perfect dress and don't want it to go to waste. Just give me a minute......

*Mai enters in her regal and very glittery sort of frilly, dress made entirely of leaves! *

That's right I said leaves...

See it's got barely there straps made from some twisted vines and lots and lots of gorgeous green leaves layered on top of one another. Each layer edged in hunderds of goldenish sequins.

I have just one problem with my beloved dress.
What kind of shoes go with leaves and vines?
Maybe barefoot is best?

Marvelous idea! A dress of leaves? Do you have a picture? Actually, you should enter. Here is what Ebo said when she proclaimed this contest:

Quote:

In celebration of my return/the completed finding me mission/christing of sereni-tree/return of KGB (my VIFG (very important first groupie) we shall have...a gala!

All crewmembers (even the menfolk, hell, ESPECIALY the menfolk) must wear a slinky or frilly dress. Personaly, i like something with a little slink in it, but thats just me.

I would suggest that all the women enter, too, and that the judges for the ladies be Zoid, Rat, and whatever other male is not participating. PsychicRiver, perhaps?

The Real Me

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005 9:14 PM

Hi! Is it time for the talent competition?

* The Real Me reaches into his shifting, moving black attire, and extracts a pair of elegant Japanese fans. With a flick of each wrist, they spring open. The Real Me walks to the middle of the stage, and taps his shoe on the floor. Simultaneously, a spot of light appears there on the floor and also on the ceiling directly above it. Both expand into a ring of fire surrounding a dark void. *

My talent is in freefall acrobatics!

* The Real Me hops into the void on the floor, and immediately falls from the void in the ceiling, back down through the void in the floor. Within a few seconds, he is zooming past at terminal velocity, numerous black cloth strips and the feather boa whipping about like streamers above him. The Real Me uses the fans he is holding to maneuver himself around. He goes spread-eagle to slow his fall, then dives down like an arrow. He does cartwheels and flips. It is all very impressive, but perhaps difficult to see since he is pretty much just a blur at this time. *

* The Real Me decides to end his act in a spectacular fashion. While he had planned to deploy some butterfly thrusters to slow his descent, or else have PsychicRiver catch him, he changes his mind. He activates his attire’s “ultimate protection” mode again, and then closes the linked pair of dimensional portals that he is falling through. *

* The Real Me’s mummy-wrapped form slams into the floor with great force, to rebound against the ceiling, then into a wall. After bouncing off every flat surface in the common room at least once, The Real Me lands, by pure chance, in his own forgotten lawn chair. He relaxes the protection mode on his attire, stretches out, and reclines with his hands cupped behind his head, smiling. *

NEXT!

The Real Me

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Thursday, January 27, 2005 9:51 AM

Can I really enter? OH that would be so much fun. Is everyone competing against each other or just the guys in one competition and the women in another?

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Thursday, January 27, 2005 10:10 AM

That was very impressive TRM! Although I think you might've accidently smacked me with one of your fans in the course of bouncing off the bar during the grand finale. First cozen drops a box of liquor on me and now I'm assaulted by one of TRM's fans. My barstool doesn't seem to be the safest place in the treehouse.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Thursday, January 27, 2005 12:50 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
Ohhhhhhh and a loverly tiara made out the most lavish wildflowers imaginable.

Uhhh, Mai, dear, I THINK you may have just gotten married!

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

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Thursday, January 27, 2005 1:27 PM

ARAMINA

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
The Real Me notices Aramina in the crowd, and gives a subtle wave.

Hi! *waves back*

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Thursday, January 27, 2005 4:08 PM

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Originally posted by montanagirl:
That was very impressive TRM! Although I think you might've accidently smacked me with one of your fans in the course of bouncing off the bar during the grand finale. First cozen drops a box of liquor on me and now I'm assaulted by one of TRM's fans. My barstool doesn't seem to be the safest place in the treehouse.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

MontanaGirl, you must be mistaken! I assure you that…

Wait! What is that strange feeling? It’s like the feeling you get just before your current thread is about to spawn a new thread, but this time, it’s twice as bad!

No! Bad time! The gala contest isn’t over yet! AFTER the award ceremony would be the logical place to break! AFTER!

Oh, never mind. It’s Mal-licious who did it.

*SIGH*

MontanaGirl, I will see you on the new thread.

Aramina! This is new to you, I know, but don’t worry. Just close your eyes, hold your breath, and JUMP to the new Treehouse thread, "The Treehouse Gala Pageant That Loads Faster"! Here, take my hand and we’ll go together.

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

JUMP!

The Real Me

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Thursday, January 27, 2005 4:54 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
...but this time, it’s twice as bad!

Bite me.

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

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Thursday, January 27, 2005 5:06 PM