The FURTHER adventures of the U.S.S. SereniTREE. . . by Static

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
party in the common room. We have hats and everything.

* Ratboy dons his rolled-up-carpet hat and begins playing Purple toupee by They Might Be Giants. *

I remember the year I went to camp
I heard about some lady named Selma and some blacks
Somebody put their fingers in the President's ears
It wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's wax
I remember the book depository where they crowned the king of Cuba
Now that's all I can think of, but I'm sure there's something else
Way down inside me I can feel it coming back

Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down
(Purple toupee when summer brings you down)
Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around
(Purple toupee and gold lame)

Chinese people were fighting in the park
We tried to help them fight, no one appreciated that
Martin X was mad when they outlawed bell bottoms
Ten years later they were sharing the same cell
I shouted out, "Free the Expo '67"
Till they stepped on my hair, and they told me I was fat
Now I'm very big, I'm a big important man
And the only thing that's different is underneath my hat

Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down
(Purple toupee when summer brings you down)
Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around
(Purple toupee and gold lame)

Purple toupee is here to stay after the hair has gone away
The purple brigade is marching from the grave

We're on some kind of mission
We have an obligation
We have to wear toupees

-TMBG
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If anybody gets tired of 'Giants, then...you know.....you have my sympathy!

-Ratboy

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 10:57 AM

Just so you don't feel left out:
Rat

mg

(I had to do that before I told you I have aboslutely no idea who They Might Be Giants are. Please don't hurt me!)

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 11:42 AM

THATWEIRDGIRL

Quote:
Originally posted by montanagirl:
I have aboslutely no idea who They Might Be Giants are.

ack! oh my. i never considered that a possibility. oh well. we'll put something else on then....Rat, dear Rat, how about 'Jane' by BNL? Kinda relevant.

no biggie, MG, you will pick it up as you go.

www.thatweirdgirl.com
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After silence, that which comes closest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
--Aldous Huxley

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 12:04 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by montanagirl:
Just so you don't feel left out:
Rat mg

edit- This looks better on white.

Quote:
Originally posted by montanagirl:
I have aboslutely no idea who They Might Be Giants are.

Okay, we can fix this, but we'll have to act fast! Just go here www.TMBG.com , here www.TMBG.org , here www.TMBGnet.com , and here www.TMBW.net !!!

The first one has a download at the top, it'll play all sorts of wonderful music!!

-Ratboy

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 1:30 PM

Autowhat? I'm sorry, what's an autopilot? I figured you'd be flying. You can lock the controls, though. Without, y'know, bungee cords and jerry-rigging. We're in space, so it's not like you need to make altitude and wind corrections.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 1:31 PM

*Oddly, a foot-long African Grey parrot catches up to the Sereni-Tree spaceship that is hurtling through space at truly silly velocities that put to shame quaint notions like Einsteinian limits on faster-than-light travel. Alighting on a trebuchet (of all things that a spacetree would possess, this is certainly a strange thing), the parrot surveys the scene below with a keen eye. Then turns its birdy head to survey the situation with another keen eye. The parrot seems to make a decision. Launching itself from its trebuchet perch, it plummets at a heedlessly unsafe velocity straight at Casualty, at the very last possible moment latching on to her torn garment with its beak and using its momentum to tear a few more strips away from her decreasingly attired self.*

*The parrot tumbles to the floor, laughing hysterically*

Aarg! Squeerk! Modesty is the hobgoblin of the shy!

*With a keen eye or two, the parrot spies Rat and his much older son, TheRealMe, casting back stares that do not bode well of love, joy and the Greater Wellness of Being. Parrot climbs, beak over talon, up Montanagirl’s entire self and settles on her shoulder.*

Squark! The cozen star cluster that created me failed all levels of Shyness, but has yet managed to imbue me with Propriety algorithms… Twee! Twee! Just a couple of initialization miscues: no cause for panic!

Black Jack Silver is the name, and directin’ ya to the pleasure planet’s the game. As y’all have correctly sussed, I’m a parrot-gram, sent to you from the planet Rukus, which orbits right next door -- in a galactic sense -- to TWG's folk's starbase. Well, maybe not so much a planet as an asteroid. Smallish, but it’s got a 6 star hotel and a 200 foot wide plasma tv in the observation deck. The swimming pools, hot tubs and showers ain’t got no water as yet, but the contracts for delivery are being negotiated as I squawk. Ready, though, are the Nathan Fillion and Sean Maher clones. As for the Moreena and Jewel clones, as well as staples such as rootbeer, pepsi and ice-cream, well, not so much ready.

I mean, y’know, when all the educational experience you’ve got is a B.A., workin’ out gravitational flux, atmospheric radiation protection levels, and terraforming mechanics kinda tends to max out available brainpower, eh? As such, a byob policy is not only tolerated, it’s avidly encouraged!

*As any sensible bird would do, BJS lightens his load in preparation for takeoff, leaving a streaky mess along MG’s back*

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Behaviorally, I’m with the pilot and the Weird one.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 1:52 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by jake7:

Well, OK, but I'm waiting until I find out if it's WARM there or not!

No sense in freezing my off!

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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.

Asteroid temps are set to a median 28 deg. C. Compensation factor for a certain lack of closets in the hotel.

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Heh-heh....

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 3:32 PM

I thought we were going to Risa!?!

-Ratboy

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 4:01 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Rat:
I thought we were going to Risa!?!

-Ratboy

Squork!

Aaargh, matey, we got a lot of pretend physicks happenin', ack! but we ain't got time travel factored into the mix, eh? 'Sides which, the pretend Sereni-Tree spaceship, multiplied by the pretend STTNG reference, gives a result that's purely untenable!

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Browncoat spatial-cosmic references only! (With the possible exception of pepsimilk).

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 4:06 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by montanagirl:
Just so you don't feel left out:
Rat mg

(I had to do that before I told you I have aboslutely no idea who They Might Be Giants are. Please don't hurt me!)

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

Well, they MIGHT be giants. But perhaps they are just a bit taller than average. A rather indecisive band, if you ask me.

The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 4:12 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
Quote:
Originally posted by Static:
. . .pulls the zipper of is flight suit down to mid-chest level for comfort...

uh-huh, comfort

Quote:
Your attention please, your attention please. . .we have set course for Cozen's pleasure paradise planet. Set all wardrobe to appropriately naughty. That is all.

gorramit! Don't I have anything 'pleasure planet naughty'?

later...

Quote:

*twg makes her way to the bridge. She’s draped in a green sarong with a suitably dangerous slit up the middle and midriff baring v-neck wrap shirt.*

I’m ready.

www.thatweirdgirl.com
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After silence, that which comes closest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
--Aldous Huxley

* The Real Me looks about the common room of the Sereni-Tree, and realizes that “naughty” attire seems to be synonymous with “skimpy” attire. Unfortunately, The Real Me is the sort whose attractiveness approaches its maximum value as more and more of his body becomes covered.

It is for a similar reason that he usually keeps a beard. *

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 4:14 PM

* The Real Me gathers the seven brides near him. Bride7 is doing her nails. Bride6 has just changed her hair color (to crème brulee?) and has had a perm, and is trying to show it off. Bride5 and Bride3 are in the back of the group, whispering jokes to each other. Bride4 cleans her glasses as she looks up from her latest book. Bride2 has just gotten back from a run, and is still clad in grey sweats. Bride1 is a bit off by herself, grimly sharpening her katana. *

* The Real Me clears this throat. *

Okay, ladies, we are approaching Cozen’s Pleasure Planet. It is a place of naughty attire and, well, pleasure, I suppose. And yes, Bride5, I am fairly sure that Cozen himself will be there. Now, in any case, I understand that some of you are upset that your earlier weddings didn’t really work out, but if you are so inclined, I’m sure that you could find replacement grooms at this place.

* Consumed by concentration, Bride1 plucks a single hair from her head and splits it in half on her razor-sharp blade. She gives a smile that chills the blood. *

Uh, or not, as you decide.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 4:17 PM

* After observing the antics of the Cozen-sent parrot-gram ‘Black Jack Silver’ with frank disbelief, The Real Me rubs his temples, attempting to banish the fast-approaching inevitable headache. He turns to Rat. *

Say, Rat, I think I’ll be off playing around with ManiacNumberOne’s Dream Machine, or something. See you later.

* The Real Me moves to depart. *

After all, it’s HIS planet. I guess he can set the rules.

(Oh, and it'll be good to get you back, Cozen!)

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 4:17 PM

EBONEZER

*Ebo looks around at the others dressing themselves for the pleasure planet thingy.*

Hrmmm, I just changed. Doing that again would be far to much like work.

*Ebo diggs a small pocket knife out of her pocket and tears the bottom of her tank top off, reavealing her stomach. She decies that her (low-riding) jeans arn't torn quite enough, and adds a few more.*

Lesse, what else...oh i know! Hair!

*She digs up some gel and a blow dryer and styles her hair so that it spikes out all crazy-like.*

Nice. Oh hey. Barn boots! These shoes ROCK. There's still some mud on them from...when it was muddy.

*Ebo yanks the boots on her feet and walks around the room, tracking mud everywhere.*

Yay! Now everybody can see where i've been! Who wants to walk in my footsteps?

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 4:18 PM

* The Real Me uses one of his dimensional portals to sneak onto the bridge. He glances left, then glances right. Static and ThatWeirdGirl are still off at the party. Carefully, The Real Me squeezes into the cockpit and sits in the pilot seat, taking care not to touch any controls or the jury-rigged autopilot made of planks, duct tape, and rubber bands. *

Ah, this is so cool!

* The Real Me carefully climbs out of the pilot seat and steps back through his dimensional portal. *

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 4:48 PM

ELWOODMOM

>>My goodness, sweetest. . .you look good enough to eat. C'mere so's I can nibble a bit.<<

*hands Static a condom* Here you go, dear.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 5:05 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
It'll be good to get you back, Cozen!

Indeed it will!!!

-Ratboy

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 5:29 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Rat:
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
It'll be good to get you back, Cozen!

Indeed it will!!!

-Ratboy

"Why can't we be friends,
why can't we be friends,
why can't we be friends.
why can't we be friends?"

***
cosmic

in Rat's general direction

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 5:45 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
"Why can't we be friends,
why can't we be friends,
why can't we be friends.
why can't we be friends?"

What? You don't think it's more fun this way?

-Ratboy

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 6:37 PM

THATWEIRDGIRL

Quote:
Originally posted by Elwoodmom:
*hands Static a condom* Here you go, dear.

*blush*

www.thatweirdgirl.com
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After silence, that which comes closest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
--Aldous Huxley

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 6:47 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Elwoodmom:

*hands Static a condom* Here you go, dear.

Just one??!!!

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What happened to all the stamina in the world?

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 6:55 PM

Naughty. Right. Umm...

*changes into shorts. just shorts. manly legs and chest (hair included ((booya)) too) displayed. And shades. with red lenses.*

Will this do? It's all I got.

Christ. I'm flirting in the direction of a 16 year old. I'm going to hell. Oh well.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 6:55 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Rat:

What? You don't think it's more fun this way?

-Ratboy

I'm a sensuous kidnapper, not a fighter.

Let's party!

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Parrots have low toxicity levels....

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 7:05 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
Naughty. Right. Umm...

Christ. I'm flirting in the direction of a 16 year old. I'm going to hell. Oh well.

Yeah, but I've been given the tour. It's a "special" hell, with a huge bank account, awesome keno girls, roulette tables and a free bar for all the blackjack players. Highly recommended to those who have sold their souls to the current dimension..

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Hitting on 16.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 7:12 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
Let's party!

I'll put on some music!

This one's for MG, who didn't know who The Twin Quasars of Rock were! A song not by TMBG, Montana by John Linnell

(note- This is the story of a delusional man in a hospital, trying to tell people his last great insight: Montana is a leg!)

What are you staring at
In that hospital bed?
Let me explain
I wasn't thinking about anything
Then it hit me that Montana was really just a leg
With the round part just the way you would expect
And it started with a feeling that ended in a leg
And it seemed to me Montana was a leg

A leg
Now I get it
I'll tell the person next to me
And then haul off and die

I won't need this
Electric folding bed
I can lose these
Tiny pillcups now

'Cause it hit me that Montana was really just a leg
And then just like that it all fell into place
And I don't think I can stand any longer in this bed
Since I figured out Montana was a leg

A leg
Now I get it
I wasn't sure but now I know
And I can finally go
Give out my lungs
Give up and tell the information to the man in the next bed down
In the morning he'll tell someone the last thing that I said
When I told him that Montana was a leg

From the beginning there was something about it staring me
In the face I should have guessed it right away
When it started with a feeling that ended in a leg
And it seemed to me Montana was a leg
A leg
Now I get it
I'll tell the person next to me
(I'll tell them that Montana was)
I'll say Montana was
A leg
Now I get it
I wasn't sure
But now I know
And I can finally go

-John Linnell

-Ratboy

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 7:16 PM

EBONEZER

Don't worry TGJ, in California, 16 is the legal age of consent! ...i think. Or maybe it is only if you're under 21... Oh well, doesn't really apply to me anyway. See me abstaining like a good girl?

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 7:23 PM

Grey, Cozen, call me a fuzywuzy, but hell(even the special one) ain't something to be jokeing about.

-Ratboy

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 8:07 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
Ready, though, are the Nathan Fillion and Sean Maher clones. ...

*As any sensible bird would do, BJS lightens his load in preparation for takeoff, leaving a streaky mess along MG’s back*

Don't worry BJS, I get that all the time at work. Although if you become too obnoxious I'll trim your wings and beak and THEN where will you be?

cozen, buddy, pal, most excellent kidnapper and master of all things sensual

, could you maybe consider making a few Adam Baldwins as well as long as you're at it? Not all of us are like Mal here blindly drooling over Nathan. Some of us go slack-jawed and dumb at the sight of AB. (Especially since he was in my dream last night. Every once in a while the sandman smiles upon you.)

Oh, we're dressing provocatively. *Starts to leave for her room to change, then realizes what she's already wearing. Takes off pirate sash and eye patch, and removes Legolas' knives with reluctance. As a result, she is dressed only in Daisy Duke tank top, shorts and heels.* I guess I'm good to go already. If cozen has the water in the pool and hot tub up and ready when we get there, you might also get to see me in a bikini. But only if you're very, very good. (Spoken to all members of the male persuasion in general. Don't want to make anyone feel left out

.)

On to . . . where were we going again?

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 8:16 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by ebonezer:
Don't worry TGJ, in California, 16 is the legal age of consent! ...i think. Or maybe it is only if you're under 21... Oh well, doesn't really apply to me anyway. See me abstaining like a good girl?

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

As you should! Though in NC, consent is 16. Straight up, no addendums. I'm just sayin'.

And Rat, it's Grey. With and E. Because it looks better. Grey. NOT Gray. Grey is easier to type anyway, what with the e, r, and y keys all right there on top of the g.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 8:28 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
And Rat, it's Grey. With and E. Because it looks better. Grey. NOT Gray.

I've always spelled it grey. I just like it better. Whenever I see gray, it irritates me and I want to fix it. So that's good 'cause I don't have to fix you

!

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All others tolerated.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 8:32 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by montanagirl:
If cozen has the water in the pool and hot tub up and ready when we get there, you might also get to see me in a bikini. But only if you're very, very good. (Spoken to all members of the male persuasion in general. Don't want to make anyone feel left out .)

Well, I always try to be good.

But sometimes, I'm excellent!

The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 8:39 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Well, I always try to be good.

But sometimes, I'm excellent!

I don't think you're excellent, I think you're SHINY!

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 9:32 PM

Shiny is fine! I'll take shiny!

Wow. So many posts in just a few days! Why, back in the Forgotten Not A Guy/Girl Clubhouse, it took us months to tally up so many.

Then again, there were fewer of us loony types in those days.

So, I guess the next thread will chronicle the adventures of the SereniTree on Cozen's Pleasure Planet!

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 9:48 PM

MAI

Quote:
* The Real Me uses one of his dimensional portals to sneak onto the bridge.

Hey can I borrow one them portals TRM? Everyone's getting all dressed up and I have nothing to wear. Surely there's gotta be a store in some dimension that can help me out. Either that or I am going to be forced to raid some closets in the 'Tree. I've never been to a pleasure planet before. I have no idea what to wear.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 9:59 PM

Well, Mai, I make the dimensional portals. They're part of me. I can't really give you one. However, I can make one and take you shopping somewhere! Do you have any idea of what you'd like to get?

Huh. This would be easier if PsychicRiver were still around. He could just link our minds together and I could see where you think you want to go.

* As The Real Me reaches out a hand, a bright spot forms at his fingertip. *

So, Mai, where to?

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 10:03 PM

MAI

*Mai grabs TRM's hand*

I was thinkin' we could find a a nice 1920 circa dimension. I love the flapper style dresses, which also happen to be very sexy if you ask me.

Lets Go!

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Thursday, March 10, 2005 10:19 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
And Rat, it's Grey. With and E. Because it looks better.

Umm, that's what I said!

-Ratboy

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Friday, March 11, 2005 12:14 AM

<.< >.> Uh-huh.

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Friday, March 11, 2005 4:53 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
*Mai grabs TRM's hand*

I was thinkin' we could find a a nice 1920 circa dimension. I love the flapper style dresses, which also happen to be very sexy if you ask me.

Lets Go!

YES!

Uh, I mean, good choice, Mai.

* The Real Me expands the hole in reality and they walk through, hand in hand. *

Uh, sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to get us back until late tonight. I'll aim at 2 am Eastern time. But if you want to describe any adventures we have while in the Flapper Dimension, feel free.

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Friday, March 11, 2005 5:11 AM

CASUALTY

*Casualty was extremely pleased with her new outfit and was becomeing more and more excited about the pleasure planet. She had taken to skipping round the room at great speeds to see whether her 'clothes' would actually stay on. Just then a parrot like streak appeared and headed straight for her.*

What in the name of..?? I certainly wasn't expecting that! However it is quite possible that the outfit now looks even better And the important parts are still covered. Cool.

Yes, I do posess a large amount of shyness that I would be quite willing to trade in for some chocolate should anyone happen to have any. No nuts though, please, if you don't mind.

Though BJS I would appreciate it if you refrained from doing that again. I can only be that frightened so many times in one day before I die of shock!

Considering the SereniTREE that is moving so fast isn't it taking a very long time to get to the 'o' in 'You are here'?

"If nothing we do means anything then the only thing that means anything is what we do"

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Friday, March 11, 2005 5:15 AM

* As he is walking through the dimensional portal with Mai, The Real Me pauses and tosses Casualty a chocolate bar with almonds. *

Sorry, Casualty. There's nothing but nuts in this place. Nice outfit though. That shyness problem seems to be solving itself.

* The Real Me and Mai continue through the portal and it closes behind them. *

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Friday, March 11, 2005 6:33 AM

THATWEIRDGIRL

Okay, seems I need to say this...

*sigh*

We don't need one condom or a hundred of them. We are not doing that type of activity. Nor, I think now that MWP's wife is mad at me, will I be doing anything more than throwing around terms of endearment. Safer that way...no one is accused of stepping out and no one is influenced in inappropriate ways. So then...

Yes, Ebo, I see you abstaining. Good girl. Grey, I don't think it counts since your heart's not really into the flirting in the direction of a 16 year old. Now, I would suggest you take a look at the fine ladies Mai, MG, and Casualty. Mal does the picking and choosing but you can throw the offer out there.

*twg and Static are dancing (farewell like) to 'You can leave your hat on', when a loud alarm echoes thru the ship. Static grabs his sweetest's hand and runs to the bridge. The proximity sensor shows a largish asteroid off the port bough (heh get it tree...bough...bow...okay I'm a dork). Static jumps behind the controls, throwing bungee cords everywhere. He turns on the shipwide PA*

Attention please. We are nearing the Cozen pleasure planet. Prepare for landing.

*Static begins the landing sequence stuff (maybe I should have let him write this part, oh well)*

*Cap'n Ebo arrives on the bridge to monitor the SereniTREE arrival. The rest of the crew do...*

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Friday, March 11, 2005 7:51 AM

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*The rest of the crew do...*

The Hokey Pokey!!!

-Ratboy

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Friday, March 11, 2005 8:01 AM

INDIGO

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Naughty. Right. Umm...

*changes into shorts. just shorts. manly legs and chest (hair included ((booya)) too) displayed. And shades. with red lenses.*

Will this do? It's all I got.

Arr, real men wear kilts! Specially if theys got nice legs. By the by, ever wonder why some men have better looking legs than women... it ain't fair I tell ya! Then again, the rest of us is pretty nice

[dragging herself up out of the sail locker] It's Bloody Mary Roberts again (cousin to "The Dread Pirate Roberts", franchises available...). I smacked my head cold around a bit and it's jumped overboard. Ha!
Ready fer action... Oooh! Pleasure planet ehh? Pleasure's nice, pleasure's better'n gold even.
Naughty wear... naughty wear... hmm, damn, I've naught to wear!
(No, I'm not skinning my black cat either!)

Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

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Friday, March 11, 2005 8:17 AM

JAKE7

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Asteroid temps are set to a median 28 deg. C. Compensation factor for a certain lack of closets in the hotel.
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Heh-heh....

I never did learn how to convert C to F...

I don't suppose someone could tell me what 28C is for Fahrenheit?

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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.

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Friday, March 11, 2005 8:25 AM

JAKE7

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
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* The Real Me looks about the common room of the Sereni-Tree, and realizes that “naughty” attire seems to be synonymous with “skimpy” attire. Unfortunately, The Real Me is the sort whose attractiveness approaches its maximum value as more and more of his body becomes covered. It is for a similar reason that he usually keeps a beard. *

Me, too - but without a beard!

However, one can still dress naughty but be fully covered!

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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.

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Friday, March 11, 2005 10:06 AM