Volleyball and other beach things, RUCKUS STYLE!!! by Static

* The Real Me grits his teeth as he grips the controls tightly, attempting to hold the Sereni-Tree absolutely still as per TheGreyJedi's fearsome instructions. He carefully reaches over and pushes the button for the ship-wide com. *

Hello? Did we get Doctor SimonWho off of Rukus in time? I'm afraid that we have an injury in Main Engineering! Uh, actually, anybody who can help TheGreyJedi better get there quickly, before he bleeds to death!

Mister Static? Can you hear me? We need you on the bridge, please, if you are in ANY condition to pilot the ship!

* The Real Me clicks off the ship-wide com as he observes countless phantom chunks of Rukus sail harmlessly by. *

Huh. I wonder if Cozen had any insurance?

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Saturday, April 2, 2005 10:59 PM

NEEDLESEYE

Over the cargo bay floor, the flowers spring up, following Needleseye's footsteps thru the walls of the SereniTree to the command seat where TGJ is bleeding out*

Uh, Grey you OK?
You're a lighter shade of... grey, hmmm.

*Needleseye is getting really nervous and a bunch of tiny flowers sprout in the wound, slowing the bleeding.*

Hey! never thought those would be good for much.
I have no idea if there's a medic about so lets see what I can find for bandages.

*looking about finds nothing, decides to hum a low tune and watches a huge flower begin to form next to the seat. Needleseye tears off a few large petals and wraps the cut, it's medicinal qualities slowly numb the pain and begin to heal*

Whew! Thanks for the portal TRM! I got distracted in my watery haven and then things started to get hot.
I think I smell a rat.

*thinking once again of rat burgers, then quickly dismisses the idea as little flowers start popping up again*

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Saturday, April 2, 2005 11:30 PM

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*Ratboy mounts his pogo stick on the front of the General and fly's it toward the chunk.*

Hope this works!

So....I guess it didn't work. Oh well!

Um, when are you goin' to be back to pick me up???...

.......hello?

-Ratboy

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 2:44 AM

*wheezing and groaning sound*

*the blue box appears on the Bridge*

Oh, hello. Right, let's have a look at Grey. Hmmm, patched up with flowers eh? Well, that should do the trick temporarily but what if I...

*waves small blue torch over wound*

There, that should help. Plenty of hot sleep and a good night's milk, you'll be right as rain. Oh, I brought Bride7 and a few others back with me from the Ruckus, in good time before it blew up. Funny, seems like yesterday I was watching the end of the world. Still, best not let this happen again.

*confiscates Rat's pogo-stick*

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 4:58 AM

**Static leaps to his feet after recovering in the cargo bay and checks briefly to make sure his beloved is well. Confirming this, he sprints to the command deck. Bursting in the door, knocking people out of his way**

Get the hell out of my way and get the hell out of my seat!

**punches the com switch**

Simon. . .since you're the OTHER guy with the time/space capable vessel, I need you to jump out of our hyperspace stream, pick up that GOOFBALL that caused this mess and dump his arse in the cargo bay please!

**looks around**

Grey's advice was sound. Noone move just yet.

Computer! Main screen please, outside forward view!

**The main viewscreen shimmers briefly and takes on a "windshield" point of view . . .of space, as it were, but in a photo-negative state.**

Computer, subscreen. . .tactical view. . .display axis of movement, X-Ray, Yankee, Zulu and Tango.

**the flight control computer beeps and speaks with a digitally replicated version of Eddie Izzard's voice doing his James Mason impersonation**

Displaying axis of travel, confirmed. Displaying time axis, confirmed. Jeezy Creezy, but there's a great bit of muck out here. I won't be able to engage the autopilot, I'm afraid.

That's fine, computer. Display our position on axis Tango, and display proper projected positions on axis Tango.

**The Eddie Izzard/James Mason Flight Control Computer beeps and speaks once more.**

Confirmed. Current position displayed in red. . .sort of a 'you are here' bit of a thing. Projected position with passage of normal time projected in blue. . .sort of a 'you should be here' bit of a thing.

Right, Computer.

**Static slides his hands around the controls of the SereniTree and rolls his head a bit, cracking his neck audibly**

Nobody move. As long as I can keep the red dot and the blue dot lined up with each other, we'll be right where we need to be in TIME. The trick is going to be moving this beast in SPACE without screwing up her place in TIME. Our equipment isn't as advanced as SW's T.A.R.D.I.S, and the techs are incompatible, so we can't patch into his guidance.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. . .I guess I'll just have to hang my sax up and go back to being the best gorram pilot anyone's ever seen.

Oh yeah.. .remind me...when we're out of this mess...to punch Rat in the nose really hard.

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 6:25 AM

Quote:
Static wrote that he:
* sprints to the command deck. Bursting in the door, knocking people out of his way**

Get the hell out of my way and get the hell out of my seat!

* The Real Me gladly surrenders the pilot dome to Static's more capable hands. But he frowns as he departs the bridge. *

Huh. You're welcome!

* The Real Me moves through the Sereni-Tree to Main Engineering where he joins Needleseye and SimonWho with TheGreyJedi's unconscious form. With some concern in his voice: *

Well, I guess he'll be okay. Thanks, you two, for helping him.

Huh. Flowers.

* The Real Me turns to examine the Ether Drive control console, slick with TheGreyJedi's blood. *

Wow. You know, Grey, I don't mean to be telling you your business, but I would suggest that your next invention NOT require a blood sacrifice to activate it.

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 6:55 AM

Quote:
Static punched the com button and said:
Simon. . .since you're the OTHER guy with the time/space capable vessel, I need you to jump out of our hyperspace stream, pick up that GOOFBALL that caused this mess and dump his arse in the cargo bay please!

* The Real Me keys his personal communicator. *

Static, SimonWho, this is The Real Me. Don’t worry about Rat. I’m on it!

* The Real Me walks through the cargo bay amongst the many people in various stages of shock and recovery. He assures himself that nobody is seriously hurt. *

Huh. And here I was hoping to use Rukus as a place to deposit the Seven Brides and the FemaleReaver. Now we have THEM back plus all the clones added to the crew.

* The Real Me finds the one he is looking for. *

Ebo Golem, come with me, please.

* The Ebo Golem follows. *

* The Real Me walks over, opens the hatch to the main airlock, leads the Ebo Golem inside, and secures the hatch behind them. He quickly dons a vac suit. With a sigh, he pulls a fishing pole from its place on one wall. *

Ebo Golem, with one hand, hold this railing. With the other, hold my foot.

* The Ebo Golem obeys. *

* The Real Me reaches out with his hand and opens a dimensional portal. The air in the air lock is sucked out almost immediately, leaving the air lock in a vacuum. The Real Me sticks his upper body through the hole in reality, and makes a long cast with his fishing pole. Very quickly, he gets a tug on the line and he starts to reel in his catch. The Real Me mutters under his breath: *

You know, you are more trouble than Doctor Zachary Smith!

* With a grunt, The Real Me pulls Rat’s blue-faced, somewhat desiccated form out of the dimensional portal and into the air lock next to him. With a wave of his hand, the portal disappears. The Real Me cycles the air lock and removes his helmet. *

Now, Rat, this is the SECOND time I’ve had to rescue you from the void. Please be more careful.

* Complying with Static's request, The Real Me picks up Rat and dumps his arse in the cargo bay. *

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 7:20 AM

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Huh. You're welcome!

**Static smirks a bit as he overhears TRM's parting shot**

I'll thank you properly when I have time to shake your hand and buy you a pint!

**Static moves the control yoke in barely perceivable arcs and dips, keeping it's motion within the diameter of a quarter. SereniTREE groans a bit as her pilot makes her dance among three axis, while staying firmly locked into her fourth. Static grimaces at the slight resistance and snaps at her**

Don't you argue with me, you unwieldy bitch. If I can tie a gunship into a knot with one hand, I can keep your big arse steady in hyperspace!

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 7:42 AM

* As he is perhaps the Sereni-Tree's second-best inventor of devices of improbable technology, The Real Me goes down to Main Engineering to see if he can figure out how to work TheGreyJedi's Ether Drive. *

Ooooooh! Cool command chair!

* The Real Me hops into the Engineering command chair and tries to call up schematics from the computer. *

Hmmmm... I hope that Grey regains consciousness soon.

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 11:02 AM

MALICIOUS

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Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
Mal? Did you lose your bell or did I or someone piss you off?

I was bored with the bell! I re-watched some FF eps last week and enjoyed Mal's quote about River, so I confiscated it and am now paraphrasing it to my advantage.

Wow, guys! You really outdid yourselves! I read this thread with great anticipation to see the outcome. Thanks to whomever saved me, but did you think to grab my Ferrari?

Mal-licious

I think I will add cursing and the hurling about of things to my repertoire.

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 11:16 AM

*montanagirl slowly comes to. She looks around and realizes she's in the cargo bay of the Sereni-Tree, being cradled in the arms of her Adam-clone.*

Jeez, you guys! I go take a little nap and look what happens. Cozen's wonderful planet gets all destroyed.

PS. Grey, thanks for picking me up. (And go 'Heels!)

PPS. Thanks to whoever thought to grab the clones. It saved me the trouble of figuring out how I was going to sneak mine onto the ship.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 11:31 AM

Oh dear me, we just seem to keep running into trouble. Still, umpteen billion planets left in the sky, although none with a beach just like the one we left behind.

The beach! Oh no. I left my bucket and spade there. Damn. Now how am I going to form interestingly shaped pieces of sand? Bah, never mind.

*bumps*

Okay, this ship is a little rocky at the moment, I think I can give you a hand Static. Hold on.

*trails wires from his blue box to the main deck on the bridge*

Right, that should help a bit. I've just crossed over the stability vectoring from my ship to this one. Makes for a much smoother voyage and also allows us to travel limited distances in time as well, under certain strict limitations. There will be no killing of your grandparents before they've even been born, we do not want that sort of paradox. Rat, for some strange reason, this rule applies triple to you.

Now then, where was I? Oh yes.

*read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time*

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 1:19 PM

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Hmmmm... I hope that Grey regains consciousness soon.

*twg smiles at Static as he runs to let TRM off the hook for flying this thing*

Okay, so what’s going on?

*twg runs down to Grey’s side. And begins checking his vitals.*

Thank you Needle and Simon…I can take over from here. *twg flashes her red cross card at the duo. Grey’s breathing is steady and his cut is healing nicely*

That’s some cool flower work Needle! What kind of herbal flower is this…Astragalus? It looks like Calendula, but I’ve never heard of it working this well. Wow.

*twg places a damp rag on Grey’s forehead…and he begins to mumble under his breath…twg leans in to listen…*

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 1:24 PM

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Originally posted by SimonWho:
Rat, for some strange reason, this rule applies triple to you.

Rat, two more rules for you:

1.) The phrase, "It is better to beg forgiveness than to acquire permission NO LONGER APPLIES to you!

2.) If the thought of doing something causes you to giggle to yourself for longer than 15 seconds, you can assume that you will NOT be allowed to do it!!

Quote:

Now then, where was I? Oh yes.

*read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time*

I LOVE that book!!!!

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 1:46 PM

It is absolutely brilliant, isn't it? It also solved a problem which had been nagging at me for over a decade. My math's teacher at school explained the Monty Hall problem, only he bodged the explanation by saying that the first time the contestant picks a door, he has odds of 1/3 of getting it right (true) and if he swaps, the odds are now 1/2 (false), therefore he should swap. It wasn't until I read the book that I finally got the solution.

Plus the other stuff is good too, particularly the way that you really feel for the parents, put in such hard situations and yet the boy is just totally unaware. Makes you wonder about how you made your own parents feel when you were young and unknowing.

Ahem, anyway, space thingys. Yes.

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 3:48 PM

*stirs a bit*

Wow. Didn't mean to pass out.

*stands slowly, but places his hand on TWG's shoulder for balance. Nods to Dr. SW and Nurse Goodbody, I mean, TWG*

Thanks you two. I'm ok now.

*Glances at TRM.*

Out.

*coughs*

Please. Thank you for covering for me.

*falls/plops into his command chair.*

The Gravity Drive needs a DNA sample. I had intended a pre-selected blood sample for scanning. I had to improvise in the emergency. And it hurt. I hope this doesn't have ill-effects on the reality tearing device...

*thunderingly dangerous foreshadowing!*

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 4:10 PM

PSYCHICRIVER

**Walks into cockpit, looking around** **Speaks, as in Anne, Little britain stylee** Eh-eh-eah...

PsychicRiverette

"Two by two, hands of blue."

"We can take care of each other. I'll knit!"

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 4:44 PM

EBONEZER

*Ebo looks around*

Oh god, whats going on here?

You know what, don't answer that.

Ummm...so, just to remind everybody that i'm still here and not, you know, dead or anything, I'm going to dance.

*dances*

There. Don't you all just feel special.

Now please, carry on with the storyline already in progress.

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 4:48 PM

* The Real Me is in heaven! He is sitting in the command chair of Main Engineering, playing with the technomagic toys of TheGreyJedi. Of course, any truly important ship system is under TheGreyJedi’s quadruple-lock. However, design schematics of the wormhole-powered plumbing system were accessible… and fascinating! *

Quote:
TheGreyJedi wrote:
*Glances at TRM.*

Out.

*coughs*

Please. Thank you for covering for me.

Yes. Of course. Glad to see you up and around.

* TheRealMe is quite disappointed, but good-naturedly yields the engineering command chair. *

Quote:

*falls/plops into his command chair.*

Sadly, I wasn’t able to do much good. You know, Grey, it might be a good idea for you to train an assistant. If something had happened to you just now, we would have had no choice but to evacuate the Sereni-Tree through my portals or SimonWho’s blue box. I mean, I had NO idea what to do about that blood sacrifice device…

Quote:
The Gravity Drive needs a DNA sample. I had intended a pre-selected blood sample for scanning. I had to improvise in the emergency. And it hurt. I hope this doesn't have ill-effects on the reality tearing device...

Ah, I think I understand.

* As TheRealMe departs Main Engineering, he mutters to himself: *

Sheesh! These consummate professionals and their SEATS!

* TheRealMe pauses at the exit and turns back. *

Oh, Grey. Nice flowers!

Quote:

*thunderingly dangerous foreshadowing!*

Uh, Grey? What was THAT?

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 5:05 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:

Quote:

*thunderingly dangerous foreshadowing!*

Uh, Grey? What was THAT?

Nothing, sir. Just gas. Maybe. Spilling fresh and, embarassingly, virgin blood on a device that tears holes in reality might have dire consequences. Maybe. And most of the ships main functions can be accessed freely from the command chair (Ackbar Style). Only the Grav Drive has the quad lock. Because of the nature of travel in the 4th dimension. And things like shields, the normal FTL functions, sublight engines, and weapons are primarily atteched to the bridge, though they can be accessed through my command chair. Now. I need a moment, some crackers and cheese, and some milk. Then I'll start running some diagnostics on the Grav Drive, see how to get back into Real Space.

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 5:34 PM

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* With a grunt, The Real Me pulls Rat’s blue-faced, somewhat desiccated form out of the
dimensional portal. *

*In order to thank(and appease) RealMe for saveing his arse, Rat decides to fix
Sparky's lower half....Useing spare parts from R.E.Lee's engine!*

There you go Sparky. How does that feel?

*Sparky floatatiously zips around the cargo bay and then does a back flip.*

Glad you like it, now lets go see what RealMe thinks...

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ps- Did anyone catch the pogo stick/fuse reference? Or was Id too obscure?

-Ratboy

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 5:38 PM

Ah, I see. Thanks, Grey. I'll see that you are provided with some refreshments.

* The Real Me departs Main Engineering on his way to the kitchen. *

Oh, hello, Mal-licious. Your Ferarri?

* Looks around. *

Uh, if you don't see your car in the common room or in the cargo bay, then in all likelyhood it has been lost. I'm very sorry. However, it is clearly Rat's fault. Say, was the breakup of Rukus anything like Mal-Mageddon would have been? Uh, just curious.

* The Real Me continues on. *

Oh! Captain Ebonezer!

* The Real Me offers a snappy salute. *

Good to see you made it, Captain. Nice dance, too, by the way.

Here is my report:

The Pleasure Asteroid Rukus has been completely destroyed due to the deactivation of the main power supply that kept holding it together. Evidence shows that it was Rat's doing. I have taken the liberty of erasing all references in our computer of Rat as a crew member of this ship, so legal difficulties should be minimized if Cozen has enough money left to hire lawyers. Then again, I suppose that we could counter-sue Cozen for his lack of adequate backups.

To my knowledge, all crew and passengers of the Sereni-Tree were recovered, as well as many of the natives of Rukus. However, I have not had time for a direct head count, yet.

The Sereni-Tree has suffered an unknown amount of damage from impacts with space debris. The ship is still operational, but is currently trapped in an extra-dimensional space-time. It was necessary to shift us here, using an untested device, to avoid certain doom.

Static is currently in the pilot dome desperately keeping us on station, while TheGreyJedi is in Main Engineering figuring out how to get us back to normal space-time. As for myself, I was...

Well, I was on my way to the kitchen to fetch Grey a snack.

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 5:46 PM

Sparky? You recovered the top half of Sparky, Rat? Then why didn't I notice?

Oh, you must have been riding him like a pogo stick when I pulled you back. I seem to recall someone grabbing your pogo stick just as Rukus was coming apart.

* The Real Me will be delighted with Sparky's repairs until such time as the General Lee is absolutely vital for our safety, and we notice that it doesn't work... or worse, doesn't work for long.*

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Originally posted by Rat:

ps- Did anyone catch the pogo stick/fuse reference? Or was Id too obscure?

-Ratboy

Nope, sorry. Not a clue.

(Of course, TheRealMe must be angry at Rat for the chaos he caused, but he has to admit that it was the most fun storyline here in the Clubhouse threads since the coming of Inola Teg!)

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 6:14 PM

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Quote:
Originally posted by Rat:
ps- Did anyone catch the pogo stick/fuse reference? Or was Id too obscure?

Nope, sorry. Not a clue.

Commander Keen 5: The Aarmageddon Machine

Released : 1991
Published By : Apogee
Developed By : Id Software
Platform : DOS
Genre : Action
Perspective : Side-Scrolling

Your mission in this episode is to find the various power stations and break them with your
pogo stick, and then to destroy the main power cell and make the armageddon machine harmless.

______________________________

BTW, I only used the spare parts from The General!

-Ratboy

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 7:27 PM

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BTW, I only used the spare parts from The General!

*The Real Me raises an eyebrow. *

Riiiiiiight...

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 7:58 PM

* The Real Me fixes TheGreyJedi a snack in the kitchen, located off the common room behind the bar. He notices Bride7. *

Oh, Bride7! Since you are such a fabulous cook, I wonder if you might organize a feast for our company? You know, to raise spirits?

* The Real Me departs the kitchen and moves through the common room toward one of the elevators along the curved walls, wheeling a cart. He is met at the elevator by a young woman, and they have a brief exchange. The Real Me enters the elevator, accompanied by the young woman, and pushes the button for Main Engineering. *

* The Real Me and his companion enter Main Engineering with the cart. *

Hello, Grey. I have some milk, crackers, and cheese for you, as you requested. I also have several burgers and some bottles of soda if your appetite has returned.

* The Real Me indicates the young woman by his side. She is a small of stature, with dark hair and glasses. She is dressed in a bikini, no doubt a legacy of the beach party, but has also wrapped a robe around herself. *

Grey, this is Bride4. By my estimation, she is the most intelligent of the Brides. Her background is in business administration, but the loss of Rukus has confounded her plans to work for Cozen. She has volunteered to be an assistant for you, if you will have her.

* Bride4 smiles shyly. *

Or perhaps some other of our company will volunteer for that position. As First Officer, I should be able to substitute for any of the high officers, but right now my time is spread rather thin.

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 9:24 PM

MAI

A feast to celebrate our (almost not) survival. What a great idea, TRM! I can't cook to save my life, but let me know if you need any help.

Now that it seems we are all safe and for the most part unharmed, I think it best we start planin' for our next planetfall. As the BEST shiptreethingy-tour guide ever, I'm going to start a bit of research on potential destinations. I'd like to ask all of the crew and guests to make a list of preferences you have for our next landing site.

Here are a few basic suggestions for starters

1. NON-explodable type planet with lots of backup power

2. Marketplace rich with parts/mechanical shop
(not sure what you all will need to make repairs)

3. Travle time of several days at the least.
So that everyone has ample time to rest and relax

4. Planet that requires dress code:
Men must wear the skimpy clothing/swimming attire instead of the women.

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 9:49 PM

BRIDE7

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Bride7! Since you are such a fabulous cook, I wonder if you might organize a feast for our company? You know, to raise spirits?

Sure thing boss!

** Pours self last cup of coffee and doesn't make more **

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Sunday, April 3, 2005 10:15 PM

*attacks the plate of crackers, cheese, and milk*

Ah. That helps. Gotta replenish the blood. Hmm. An assistant. Interesting.

*manuvers his command chair thing to a row of lockers. opens on and pulls out a thick manual.*

Bride4? My name is Grey. Or at least that will suffice for now.

*actually gets his lazy ass out of the command chair (noooooo!!!)*

Bikini and robe just will not do. Hang on a moment.

*gives Bride4 a good once over with the eyeballs. Walks over a the row of lockers and opens another door, flips through a stack of clothes and pulls out a set of grey coveralls and a pair of engineer boots. Walks back over to Bride4.*

Size 4 petite and size 4D boots, right? (Wow. That's a lot of unintentional 4's.) There's a comfortably sized restroom just behind you there...*points to the door, notices, um, something*...as you can see, I keep it kinda cool in here, besides these are a little tougher than skin.

*puts the thick manual on top of the clothes and boots in Bride4's hands.*

This is your copy of all the schematics I've designed, or collected, of SereniTREE. You don't have to memorize anything. You just have a hand user's guide. Now I need to change too.

*goes to his quarters, in Engineering because what man likes to be far from his toys?, and changes into a pair of grey coveralls with knee-high engineer boots with a black t-shirt and black fingerless gloves. Comes back out and grabs a burger and some fruit juice looking at readouts from the Gravity Drive.*

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Monday, April 4, 2005 6:37 AM

* The Real Me walks onto the bridge and moves over to the pilot dome. *

Static? How are you holding up? TheGreyJedi is busy working on getting us to normal space, but there's really no telling how long that might take. If you need a break, let me know, and I'll find our second-best pilot to take over for you.

I just hope that's not me.

Oh, here is some lunch. If you really can't let go of the ship's controls, I'm sure we can get ThatWeirdGirl to spoon-feed it to you.

The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

(The Real Me cannot currently receive messages from this site; he is not ignoring you. But he CAN receive e-mail at realme@pcibroadband.net.)

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Monday, April 4, 2005 6:46 AM

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I'm sure we can get ThatWeirdGirl to spoon-feed it to you.

gladly

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Monday, April 4, 2005 7:28 AM

JAKE7

*jake7 stirs and wakes up from the buffeting given from the escape from Rukus. Shaking her head to clear away the cobwebs, she notices she's no longer on the beach watching Calvinball, but is instead back on the SereniTREE.*

Wha--what happened?

*Somehow, the entire story has been planted in her head and she gains instant understanding of the situation.*

Somehow, I don't know that the cargo bay is the right place for Rat!! I'm thinking that a stint in the airlock is a better place for him!

Thanks for getting me off the planet before she blew!

*jake7 wanders off to the kitchen for a bite, finding no food and the coffee pot empty. Bride7 is standing by, absently filing her nails, steaming mug next to her. jake7 starts a pot of coffee, then starts digging through the cupboards to see if there are any rations left. Finding enough supplies to make soup, she whips up a batch for all. She takes a bowl for herself and calls over the COM*

Soup's on for them's who need it!

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Monday, April 4, 2005 10:04 AM

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Originally posted by mai:
A feast to celebrate our (almost not) survival. What a great idea, TRM! I can't cook to save my life, but let me know if you need any help.

We need people to cook? How's everyone feel about chili? I make a kick-ass wheat chili (with cooked wheat instead of beans and venison burger instead of beef). Now don't say "ka" until you've tried it. Anytime we have a potluck at work I'm defaulted to bring chili because that's what everyone wants.

I can also make some peanut butter cookies and brownies if you'd like.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Monday, April 4, 2005 10:13 AM

sounds yummy!

If you need cooks, I volunteer to help. I'm very good with desserts....what would you like? Sinfully rich chocolate mousse, assorted fruit cobblers, German chocolate cake, maybe more pie?

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Monday, April 4, 2005 10:18 AM

BRIDE7

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Soup's on for them's who need it!

** Eats entire pot and go's back to filing **

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Monday, April 4, 2005 10:22 AM

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Originally posted by montanagirl:
We need people to cook?...I make a kick-ass wheat chili...

Can I help.....Please!!

-Ratboy

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Monday, April 4, 2005 10:37 AM

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Can I help.....Please!!

-Ratboy

*Thinking to self this may be a good plan as she can keep an eye on Rat.*

Okay, the first thing we have to do is cook the wheat so it's nice and chewy. You can watch and occasionally stir this pot as it's boiling. Don't let it boil over or it'll make a mess.

*Leaves Rat to the wheat as she goes to start browning the burger, without letting him out of her sight.*

Packer fans welcome.
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Monday, April 4, 2005 10:58 AM

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*Thinking to self this may be a good plan as she can keep an eye on Rat.*...
...*without letting him out of her sight.*

Oy! Rat doesm't need to be watched! He didn't blow up Ruckus! I'm telling you, that much power has got to be up to no good! Cozen probably set a self destruct when his evil plan(whatever that was) was foiled! I'm as much a victim here as you!!!

*Stirs pot.*

-Ratboy

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Monday, April 4, 2005 11:14 AM

*With the help of Rat, montanagirl finishes making her chili. Keeping in mind Bride7's actions of a few posts ago, she takes the chili out into the common room where EVERYONE will have a chance to enjoy it.*

Okay guys, come and get it!

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Monday, April 4, 2005 1:35 PM

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*Stirs pot.*

-Ratboy

Whenever Rat posts, I'm reminded of the sci-fi story of the scientists who try to breed children with massively high IQs to do government scientific research but the kids always end up having around 110-120 results in the tests so they just get adopted by normal people. Then they figure out that the other possibility is that the kids had massively high IQs but chose to fake having low ones to lead a normal life. Ratboy: is he savant, idiot or idiot savant?

Right, time for the great British dish I feel: curry! Chicken tikka massala all round? It's the only food that's as fun to say as it is to eat.

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Monday, April 4, 2005 1:53 PM

I don't know if I should be pleased, be insulted or if I should just slug you!

*Moves notification eMail to trash.*

-Ratboy

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Monday, April 4, 2005 6:30 PM

NEEDLESEYE

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Originally posted by montanagirl:
I make a kick-ass wheat chili (with cooked wheat instead of beans and venison burger instead of beef).

*Needleseye wanders to the kitchen, slightly disgruntled by the offering of Bride4 to Grey. Thinks to self - I wonder if the Brides are edible?*

Ah, MontanaGirl, I should like to watch you cook up something. I think this might be useful. I have quite an appetite from watching Grey bleed all over Engineering.... Oh, I mean after that ordeal.. er, I'm hungry.

*sighs*
*thinks- This is going to be a difficult journey. hopefully Grey won't be bleeding himself again to make things work around here, I was a second away from licking the console in engineering. I could always consume Rat, doesn't sound like too many would mind. OH! must quit thinking of that before those pesky flowers show up again!*

MG, wheat and venison chili, sounds very tasty!

*an orange poppy like flower blooms over Needleseye's right ear*

Gorramit!

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Monday, April 4, 2005 6:35 PM

*blink. blink blink. looks at the still bloody console. looks at Needleseye's strange fascination with the console. looks back at his holoscreen as he finishes his burger.*

I think I can get us back into normal space. Seems pretty easy. Just gotta wait for the debris to settle from Rukus.

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Monday, April 4, 2005 6:38 PM

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I could always consume Rat, doesn't sound like too many would mind.

*Sighs.*

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Monday, April 4, 2005 7:10 PM

NEEDLESEYE

*Needleseye, after mindlessly walking back to engineering, breaks her entrancement with the bloody console for a brief moment. Taking a finger runs it across the surface of a control panel, the dark heavy liquid beginning to congeal. Needleseye places her finger in her mouth, eyeing Grey.*

Hey Jettina! *gesturing toward Bride4, who's engrossed in a manual*, yeah you!
This console is extremely tasty.. I mean dirty... Perhaps you could be of more use to Grey if you clean this up first.

*smiles at Grey*

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Monday, April 4, 2005 7:29 PM

Actually, it needs to stay on the panel for now. Ick. Otherwise, I'd have to go through the whole activation sequence again. And I'd rather not have to do that again.

*eyes never leave the finger in the mouth.*

But as soon as I'm done, maybe it can get, uh, cleaned. Yeah.

*brings up a few holoscreens at his command chair and takes a seat. He watches the debris fly out and about, until no debris is inhabiting the same space as the SereniTREE. He presses a few buttons in sequence, and slams his fist on his big red ACTIVATE!(tm) button. The Gravity Drive spins up to full power briefly and shuts completely down. Everyone in the ships gets a sudden burst of butterflies, in where ever each person gets them during freefall, as the SereniTREE leaves the 4th Dimension and back into the 3rd. Grey gulps and drinks heavily from his juice.*

Wow. That sucked. I don't want to do that again anytime soon.

*leans his head back onto his headrest.*

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Tuesday, April 5, 2005 2:16 AM

**The Eddie Izzard/James Mason flight control computer speaks up to Static**

Right then. . .leaving hyperspace to enter realspace shortly. There's still quite a bit of muck flying about, so be ready.

**Static rolls his head, cracking his neck and is completely unphased by the freefall sensation as everything snaps back into realspace. He rolls the controls with the uncanny skill and steers the SereniTREE clear of the Ruckus debris. As his graceful bird dips below one hurtling chunk of Asteroid, a volleyball floats past. Static growls quietly to himself, making a mental note to punch somebody in the mouth later. He keys the shipwide PA...

Hey, guys. . .we're clear of the danger now. Someone let me know where you guys want to head next? And, oh yeah, could someone bring me something to eat?

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Tuesday, April 5, 2005 3:40 AM

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And, oh yeah, could someone bring me something to eat?

I’m on it!

*twg removes the cornbread from the oven. She moves the rack to the low center and places the blackberry cobbler in the oven. She ladles MontanaGirl’s World Famous Wheat Chili into a bowl for Static.*

Smells delicious! *twg heads out…* Oops, almost forgot the cornbread.

*twg cuts a large slice of cornbread and tops it with a pad of butter.*

He probably needs a drink too. *twg thinks on this a while…no beer, he’s flying…no PepsiMilk…juice, doesn’t really go with chili…cheerwine, I have no idea…root beer, I have no idea. twg settles on a tall glass of water, she can always return for something else after delivering the food.*

I think I have everything: food, drink, utensils, napkin, and me!

*she makes her way thru the ship, the tray balanced on her hand high above her head. Smiling brightly she approaches her beloved.*

Hey there good lookin, I have some food for you.

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Tuesday, April 5, 2005 4:24 PM