Black Diamond Ski Resort by TheGreyJedi

*his strong hands working at her tense shoulders, wonder up her neck...*

*twg shakes herself from her reverie when she hears Grey saying something*

Point of fact: we haven't landed yet.

*twg realizes all her thoughts are of her beloved and she could have missed the landing thing*

okay, maybe we have. I'm not going outside until someone tells me we're not hurtling thru the black.

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Wednesday, April 6, 2005 7:04 PM

MAI

Slightly confused as usual.

Yay we're here!

So it's really hot cause of the volcano lava, but there is snow everywhere?

*Looks down at scantily clad self*

*Runs back to bunk to change and is back within 1/2 second. Now decked out in heavy (but somehow still sexy) pink overalls, teddy bear snow boots, and of course the lovely stocking hat*

Ok. I'm ready?

Red Rover in 4 feet of snow. This should be interesting. Who else is playing?

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Wednesday, April 6, 2005 7:11 PM

Oh, shoes aren't neccessary? Yea!

*Needleseye gleefully pulls off her boots and touches a foot into the snow.*
hmm, crunchy. (like the snail I just stepped on!)
*ties her bootlaces and hangs the heavy things over her shoulder.*

Red Rover 'eh?
*Moves foward and immediately falls into the deep snow. oh that was graceful*

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Wednesday, April 6, 2005 7:29 PM

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Originally posted by montanagirl:
Quote:
Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
Snow! Yay!

And Yetis! And lava? And Simon dressed in ridiculous skiing clothes!

And windmills, lots and lots of windmills!!

-Ratboy

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Wednesday, April 6, 2005 7:34 PM

* The Real Me is semi-delirious, still suffering from the Martian Death Flu. *

Quote:
Mai wrote:
Here have a tissue.

*Hands TRM the 12 boxes of tissue, a nice warm blankie, and a steaming bowl of chicken noodle, that all appears out of nowhere*

* The Real Me slurps up the soup, blows his nose loudly, and snuggles into the blankie. Mai is so very nice. *

Quote:
Mai talks about Needleseye:
Thanks for the warning. She seems perfectly harmless to me. I have faith that she is a good, if slightly intimidating non-faerie creature thing. I wasn't really thinking of offering up a binding and somewhat evil and scary contract. Just asking a simple favor in return for a futre favor.

*Hears sharp, scary movie music begin to play in the background*

What was that? Oh well.

What? I didn’t hear anything….

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About the skiing. Not sure what's scarier, the Yeti or slidinging down a dangerous, crash-inducing hill at ungodly speeds. Believe it or not, I've never been. So I will have to at least try that out.

Yes, skiing can be scarier even than Yeti OR cannibalistic faerie creatures. I’ve never been either, though I live in Colorado.

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I betcha there's nice handsome instructors to help me along the way. It can't be THAT hard, right?

* The Real Me begins to lose consciousness. *

Yes, it should be easy for you to find some handsome faerie Yeti to… uh… What were we… Huh?

Quote:
Needleseye wrote:
*Smiles at TheRealMe leans in and whispers in his ear*
My you give such sound advice, for one... so young.
* a halo of white daisies appear in Needleseye's hair*

Young? Me?

Daisies?

*The Real Me forces one eye open. Was he talking to Mai or to Needleseye? Perhaps he is merely hallucinating. He decides to play along. *

ThatWeirdGirl is correct. Some of us have sufficient superpowers to deal with any Yeti threat. Why, with her superpower, ThatWeirdGirl alone is probably powerful enough to…

Quote:
Needleseye wrote:
So, who's up for some Yeti on a skewer? Should toast nicely over a lava pit.

*The Real Me’s eyes flash open. *

Needleseye! That was definitely Needleseye!

* The Real Me looks around, noticing that he seems to be alone in a chair in the common room. *

Say, have we landed on Black Diamond already?

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Wednesday, April 6, 2005 7:35 PM

MAI

Quote:
*Moves foward and immediately falls into the deep snow. oh that was graceful*

Graceful indeed. Here let me help you up.

*Walks over to Needlesyes and holds out hand*

*Proceeds to fall flat on her back from a hidden patch of ice*

Well that went well.

I guess while I'm down here there's only one thing to do.

SNOW ANGELS!

*Flails arms and legs wildly, sending snow flying in every direction*

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Wednesday, April 6, 2005 7:54 PM

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Originally posted by mai:
SNOW ANGELS!

Hmm. This seems like a fun activity, I wanna try that.

*begins sweeping arms and legs in snow, happy for the distraction, and laughing at the absurdity. Then needleseye's mind wanders as the snow falls in on her face..... Yeti-kabobs*

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 1:11 AM

SIMONWHO

Right, just taken a shuttle pod to the top of the mountain (we do have shuttle pods: they're from the same people who make the Star Trek: Voyager shuttle pods which is good because even if we blow one up every week, there will still be one spare). Obviously, this area has not been pisted for quite a while.

*waves at montanagirl*

Hello! Top of the world! Made it ma!

*laughs manically*

Beginning my descent, now!

*whoooooooooosh*

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 3:26 AM

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Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:

okay, maybe we have. I'm not going outside until someone tells me we're not hurtling thru the black.

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**Static finishes flipping switches, etc., etc., finishing the shutdown procedure. He decides, wisely, to leave everything 'primed' for a quick start and quick launch, entering his personal security code, preventing theft.

He stands out of his pilot's chair and exits the cockpit, making a quick stop at his quarters and changing into a tight-fitting 'UnderArmour'(TM) tank top and swim trunks, putting on his beach sandals, and as an afterthought, grabbing a rich leather 'gig bag' shaped suspiciously like an alto saxophone with the name "Layla" embroidered on it in gold thread.**

Okay, folks. . .point me to the jacuzzi with the best view!!!

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 6:51 AM

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Originally posted by Static:

Okay, folks. . .point me to the jacuzzi with the best view!!!

*twg smiles devilishly at the thought of Static in a jacuzzi….bubbles…steam…next to nothing on…drool*

Wait, am I still daydreaming? anyone? No? Good!

*twg runs to her room...why do I still have a private room?...she pulls on her coveralls up to the waist revealing her bikini, grabs a towel, and a Jayne hat just in case she decides to ski. she runs to catch up with the handsome sax player*

You gonna serenade me with that?

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 7:46 AM

JAKE7

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me looks around, noticing that he seems to be alone in a chair in the common room. *
Say, have we landed on Black Diamond already?

*jake7 looks up, startled, from the chair she's been sitting in*
Boy, you ARE sick! I'm still here!

From what I've been hearing, it sounds like we're there.

Maybe we need to get you to a room where you can recuperate?

*jake7 digs through the brochure*
Oh! Wonderful! Looks like they have a medical facility -- let's get you over there. Maybe they have a vaccination that will cure you!

*jake7 helps TRM to his feet and they wander off to the medical center. Once there, she drops him off with the medical staff. They take him back to an exam room.*

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 8:26 AM

BRIDE7

Quote:
Originally posted by jake7:
*They take him back to an exam room.*

Hello TRM, I'll be your doctor today. Now if you'll just have a seat we'll get started right away!!

On an unrelated note. We'll be haveing a Real good stew for dinner, with Real chunks of Real meat!! Yuummy!!!!

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 1:20 PM

*bump*

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 5:44 PM

MONTANAGIRL

Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
*waves at montanagirl*

Hello! Top of the world! Made it ma!

*laughs manically*

Beginning my descent, now!

*whoooooooooosh*

*Waves back at SimonWho. Then cringes as she watches him descend, with no care for life and/or limb(s).*

See, there's a reason I don't do that.

Oh, Simon, watch out for that tree!

If you can be an idiot, I can be an idiot. - D'Argo

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 7:19 PM

* Still in a fever-induced delirium, The Real Me thinks that Jake7 might be taking him someplace. That’s okay. Jake7 is nice, like Mai. He wonders if maybe they are going to get some ice cream. Ice cream would be nice. The Real Me sees no reason that Needleseye should change out of her lovely diaphanous gown and into those bulky grey coveralls. The Real Me wonders if Grey has another complete Sereni-Tree technical manual for him. Hopefully, Grey is getting along okay with Bride4. Perhaps Bride3 could be our bartender, because we could use a bartender. We haven’t had a steady one since Shw disappeared. Shw made us a very nice flag for the tree house. But we're not in a tree house anymore... *

Quote:
Originally posted by jake7:
*They take him back to an exam room.*

* The Real Me realizes that he is sitting again, but it’s not the same chair as before. The Real Me looks around. Is this the ice cream parlor? *

Quote:
Originally posted by Bride7:

Hello TRM, I'll be your doctor today. Now if you'll just have a seat we'll get started right away!!

On an unrelated note. We'll be having a Real good stew for dinner, with Real chunks of Real meat!! Yuummy!!!!

* The Real Me stirs. Wait, THAT’S not Jake7! Did the FemaleReaver escape again? No, wait, that’s one of the Brides, isn’t it? The Real Me didn’t know that one of the Brides was working in an ice cream parlor… *

Two scoops of Rocky Road in a waffle cone, please.

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 7:31 PM

MAI

*Stands up from making THE perfect snow angel*

God. I'm good!

Snow makes me hungry.

Did someone say ice-cream?

*Runs around like a cat chasin' it's tail searching for the ice cream*

WHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA!

Where is it?!

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 7:47 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
Snow makes me hungry.
Did someone say ice-cream?

Uh, I think i need some, too.

Hello TRM, Are you feeling better?
I'm so glad you're among the living.

Grey and Jet/Bride4, yep.

*shrugs and licks the ice cream*

Mmmm!

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 8:48 PM

* Reclining in the hospital chair under the gentle care of Bride7, The Real Me opens one eye. *

Pssst! Needleseye? I feel fine, thanks. Fully recovered. Went to work today and everything. Oh, is Bride4's real name "Jet"? I missed that.

* The Real Me closes his eye and goes back to whatever was being done to him. *

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 9:20 PM

BRIDE7

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me closes his eye and goes back to whatever was being done to him. *

** Stands over TRM softly singing **

"Shoulder, bicep, elbow, arm"
"Forearm, thumb, wrist, knuckle, palm"
"Middle, pinky, index, ring"
"Dinner bell, dinner bell, ding"

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 9:24 PM

* The Real Me thinks that he MIGHT be getting a massage!

*

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 9:42 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me thinks that he might be getting a massage! *

And thats something to

about??

-Ratboy

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 9:43 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* Reclining in the hospital chair under the gentle care of Bride7, The Real Me opens one eye. *
Pssst! Needleseye? I feel fine, thanks. Fully recovered. Went to work today and everything. Oh, is Bride4's real name "Jet"? I missed that.

Yeah, your description made me think immediately of Tank Girl/ Jet, Naomi Watts character. I don't think any one got it. Ah well.

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Thursday, April 7, 2005 11:25 PM

SIMONWHO

Watch out for that tree? What am I, some accident prone George of the Jungle style nitwit who doesn't ...

*whack*

Ow. Okay, who put that rock there?

*wanders around looking for missing ski*

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Friday, April 8, 2005 6:17 AM

*twg watches SimonWho speed recklessly down the slope.*

That looks like fun. Can I do that? Can I? I've never done that before. :insert smiley face that hops around excitedly:

*twg puts on her hat and sunglasses. she doesn't have any warm wear, oh well.*

'kay, I'm ready. Who's gonna teach me how to hurtle at breakneck speeds down a volcanic snow covered mountain?

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Friday, April 8, 2005 6:29 AM

*kisses his beloved*
You have fun. I'm of a mind for a soak.

**steps to the lower patio that is home to the large 'party' jacuzzi and steps out of his flight coveralls, then peels off his 'under armour'(tm) tank top, stepping slowly into the steaming water. He locates a jet and sits almost directly in front of it, aiming the stream at one of the 'trouble spots' on his lower back.**

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . This is perfect.

*gestures to the nearest waitstaff*

Double Jameson over the rocks and a Black and Tan.

Thanks

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Friday, April 8, 2005 6:43 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by Static:
You have fun. I'm of a mind for a soak.

**steps to the lower patio that is home to the large 'party' jacuzzi and steps out of his flight coveralls, then peels off his 'under armour'(tm) tank top, stepping slowly into the steaming water...**

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . This is perfect.

Double Jameson over the rocks and a Black and Tan.

right. I’ll go have fun while you, uh,

*twg looks back to the slope and the broken form of SimonWho. she turns to her beloved, topless and steamy. she repeatedly bangs her head against a nearby column*

*mumbling to herself* crazy fast wheee...very shinexy...dodge crash boom...strong arms...back to the top...wet Static...

*she looks once more at the jacuzzi, keeping her eyes trained on the black and tan. she stumbles away, dizzy from the head banging, nearing a dangerous drop and peers over*

It doesn't look so scary. I bet...*twg loses her footing and topples over the edge...*

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Friday, April 8, 2005 6:56 AM

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Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
...*twg loses her footing and topples over the edge...*

Ah, crap!

**Static leaps from the jacuzzi and races for the edge, grabbing his all-purpose pilot's kit bag (like a duffel bag) and leaps over the edge. Flattening his body out to slow his fall, he quickly rummages through his bag, finding what he needs and straps it to his shoulders. He then lays his arms against his sides and puts his legs together and 'delta dives' towards his plummeting beloved, colliding into her as she falls. He twines his legs around hers and pulls her arms through the straps of his chute and pulls the ripcord at the last possible second. A large "American Flag" chute unfurls above them and Static gently guides them to a soft landing at the base of the cliff.**

Sweetest. . .next time you decide to go base jumping. . .TAKE A CHUTE!!!

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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:02 AM

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Originally posted by Static:
Sweetest. . .next time you decide to go base jumping. . .TAKE A CHUTE!!

*eyes wide, a grin plastered to her face*

That was so cool. A little scary there at the beginning, but cool! Can we do that again?

*twg grimaces as she takes a deep breath*

Ow. I think I'll join you in the jacuzzi.

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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:07 AM

'Cept now I'm soaking wet. . .nearly naked. . .in snow up to my knees. . .at the bottom of a cliff.

*sigh*

Did you say ow? Lemme look.

*Static examines his beloved and notices a growing redness on her side*

That looks bruised. I ran into you pretty hard. Does this hurt?

**presses the red area gently**

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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:32 AM

JAKE7

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Originally posted by Bride7:
Quote:
** Stands over TRM softly singing **

"Shoulder, bicep, elbow, arm"
"Forearm, thumb, wrist, knuckle, palm"
"Middle, pinky, index, ring"
"Dinner bell, dinner bell, ding"

*jake7, sitting in the waiting room, gets a sudden crawling sensation. She thinks to herself*

Something's not right here...

*She looks at the clock and realizes it's been quite some time since she helped TRM back to the exam room. She also realizes she hasn't seen any other medical staff for quite some time. Alarmed, she runs back to the exam room where she left TRM. She sees Bride7 standing over TRM singing a strange little tune with a look on her face something similar to Needleseye when hungry*

Hey! Get away from him!

*jake7 bum rushes Bride7 and knocks her away from TRM, who is sitting in the exam chair, delirious with fever. Bride7 is knocked unconscious. jake7 quickly digs through the drawers in the room looking for some kind of diagnostic. Finding one in the last drawer (why is it always the last one you look in?) uses it to see if TRM is ok. The green light flashes and then lists the vaccine needed. A needle pops out and jake7 administers the shot. TRM jumps in pain*

Sorry, TRM! But this pain may be better than what Bride7 had in mind for you!

*TRM slowly returns to coherence. jake7 grabs him by the arm and drags him out of the medical center.*

Whew! You OK now, TRM?

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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:34 AM

*twg's eyes lose focus as she takes in the sight of a chilled, wet, and excited Static*

Hmmm? Oh right, yes, you did bump into me.

Quote:
**presses the red area gently**

*a soft hiss leaves her lips*

No, not much. I should be fine. Really.

*twg leans into the strong arms supporting her*

You know, you might catch your death of cold out here. Let me warm you up a bit.

*she wraps her arms around his chest. scooting as close as she can. she presses her body to his, tightening her hold on him. barely opening her mouth, she breathes hot air across his chest.*

See, better.

*as Static returns the strong hug, twg hisses again.*

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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:38 AM

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Originally posted by jake7:

(why is it always the last one you look in?)

Ummmmm. . .even if it's in the FIRST place you look, it's still in the last place you look.

Think about it.

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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:42 AM

JAKE7

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Originally posted by Static:
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Ummmmm. . .even if it's in the FIRST place you look, it's still in the last place you look.

Think about it.

True, but also, you've looked in every conceivable place, decide that this is the absolute LAST place you're going to look and Lo and Behold! There it is!

Hence, the last place you looked!

We now return you to your regularly scheduled thread...

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Friday, April 8, 2005 7:43 AM

**kisses his beloved tenderly, then steps over to where his kit bag landed and the contents scattered somewhat, and digs out his comlink**

TRM. . .or anyone else who can do 'portals'. . .can anyone read me? TWG and I are at the bottom of a cliff, we could really use some assistance getting back up to the jacuzzi deck?

**shivers violently and slips his arms back around his beloved**

I hope someone responds soon. . .I'm freezing my arse off out here.

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Friday, April 8, 2005 2:36 PM

* The medication administered by Jake7 slowly begins to take effect. The Real Me shakes his head vigorously in an attempt to clear out the cobwebs. What is going on? Where is his ice cream? Why is Jake7 dragging him out of the hospital? *

* He blinks. *

Wow. I haven’t been that goofy since I got caught in the area of effect of ThatWeirdGirl’s superpower!

Now, what are…

OH!

* The Real Me stands on his own, dusts himself off, and pulls his com-link device out of a pocket. *

Hmmmm… This sounds suspiciously like the time when we had two Rats…

* The Real Me keys the communicator and puts it to his ear. *

Hello, Bride2? Yes, it’s Me. Can you please go check to see if it’s the FemaleReaver that we have locked up in the FemaleReaver’s cage? No, no, I understand that it LOOKS like the FemaleReaver. But remember, she is a master of disguise. See if the person in the cage is really Bride7 made up to LOOK like the FemaleReaver.

* The Real Me listens attentively to the com device. *

Well, of COURSE take someone in with you! The FemaleReaver is brilliant, crafty, quick, and dangerous! Take Bride1 with her katana, and the Ebo Golem. Draw a Spam-slinger gun from the armory if you like. Remember the safety protocols I developed for dealing with her. Yes, yes, I’ll wait.

* Startled, The Real Me notices that Jake7 is still standing near him. He moves forward with a smile, grabs Jake7 in his arms, and plants a big kiss on her. *

My hero! Thanks for rescuing me!

* The Real Me gives Jake7 a hug, then releases her. *

Jake7, I’m considering the possibility that Bride7 back there was really the FemaleReaver escaped and in disguise. The FemaleReaver has always had… uh… a taste for me.

* The Real me acquires a grave expression. *

But at the very least, in the future I think that we need to restrict Bride7’s access to the kitchen.

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Friday, April 8, 2005 2:37 PM

* The Real Me gets a beep on his com-link. He puts it to his ear. *

Hello? This is Me.

Well, yes, I think that I am the only one who can make dimensional portals per se, but SimonWho’s blue box has capabilities that far…

Oh, of course! Right away!

* The Real Me extends his hand. A spot of light appears in mid-air, growing to become a ring of fire surrounding a dark void. From this hole in reality step ThatWeirdGirl and Static, under-clothed, shivering in each other’s arms and dripping with snow. *

Sorry for the delay.

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Friday, April 8, 2005 2:37 PM

* The Real Me gets another beep on his com-link. He puts it to his ear. *

Hello? This is Me. Uh huh. Uh huh. Yes, I see.

* The Real Me puts away his com device and looks up at those around him. *

Well, the good news is that it really was Bride7 back in that hospital, preparing to do unspeakable things to me.

The bad news is that the FemaleReaver is apparently out of her cage. She is the one who just now called.

* The Real Me sighs. *

I suppose I better check on this. Anyone else coming?

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Friday, April 8, 2005 2:50 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:

* The Real Me extends his hand. A spot of light appears in mid-air, growing to become a ring of fire surrounding a dark void. From this hole in reality step ThatWeirdGirl and Static, under-clothed, shivering in each other’s arms and dripping with snow. *

Thank you!

**grabs TWG by the hand and drags her off to the jacuzzi**

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Friday, April 8, 2005 3:02 PM

THEGREYJEDI

*stands knee deep in the snow looking at a whole heck of a lot of stuff happen, though little of it directly important to him at the moment.*

Well. Ok.

*shrugs and makes for the covered jacuzzi (because that only makes sense) and hits the small adjoining men's room to change into his trunks. He rummages through the liquour cabinet/wine rack next to the tub (what hot tub wouldn't have a bar next to it I ask you?) and pops open a bottle of North Carolina Muscadine red wine. (Good stuff, that. Grown and fermented in my home town). Grabs a glass and pours himself some. Then, thinking, grabs the other three and puts them nearby as he slips into the jacuzzi.*

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Friday, April 8, 2005 4:53 PM

BRIDE7

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
In the future I think that we need to restrict Bride7’s access to the kitchen.

WOO!!HOO!! My ploy to avoid the grunt work in the kitchen has been a huge success, no more peeling potatos for me!!

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Friday, April 8, 2005 5:08 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
The FemaleReaver is apparently out of her cage. She is the one who just now called.

I suppose I better check on this. Anyone else coming?

*Rat pulls up in the General.*

Hop in! As you can see, I'v done some moding to the General! He now has external Spam-slingers, extra armor, and a cage in the back seat. Let's go get our wayward babes!!

-Ratboy

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Friday, April 8, 2005 5:21 PM

Sweet mods, Rat, but... uh...

Well, we have to check INSIDE the Sereni-Tree. That's where the FemaleReaver's containment area is.

I haven't folded space inside Sereni-Tree enough that you could fly THAT thing inside her!

The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Friday, April 8, 2005 5:37 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
I suppose I better check on this. Anyone else coming?

Hmm, perhaps I should help?

*Needleseye clears her throat ' ahm-mm-mmm' , cracks her toes and follows TheRealMe back into SereniTree.*

Reaver huh?
Remember when you said I was ancient, TRM?
*sidewards glance*
I didn't care for it.

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Friday, April 8, 2005 5:58 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
I haven't folded space inside Sereni-Tree enough that you could fly THAT thing inside her!

Just get in!!

*RealMe and Needles get in and close the door. Rat pushes a button on the dash, and the General shrinks to about 8 inches long.*(Did you ever see that episode of DS9? Same thing!)

The miniaturization field only extends a few inches, so DON'T GET OUT!!!!

-Ratboy

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Friday, April 8, 2005 6:30 PM

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Originally posted by needleseye:
Remember when you said I was ancient, TRM?
*sidewards glance*
I didn't care for it.

Oh! Ahem!

Well, I offer you my most humble apologies, then, Needleseye. However, I assure you that when I used the term "ancient", it was intended in the most reverent and flattering way!

The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Friday, April 8, 2005 6:41 PM

* A spot of light appears on one wall of the Sereni-Tree’s common room. It expands to become a ring of fire surrounding a dark void. From this hole in reality comes… nothing. *

* But high on the opposite wall, above the third-level balcony overlooking the common room, a second dimensional portal opens. Out of it flies the tiny General Lee containing Rat, TheRealMe, and Needleseye. The miniature vehicle hovers around above the balcony, offering its occupants a view of the entire common room below. *

I don’t see her. Damn! I thought that first portal would be a good distraction.

* With the wave of his hand, The Real Me closes both portals. He is still looking down into the common room. He sees something, then shivers, utterly creepified. He gulps and points. *

Is that a HEAD in a SACK on top of the pool table?

* Heedless of all else, The Real Me leaps out of the General Lee and onto the balcony. Away from Rat’s incredible shrinking tech, he enlarges to normal size. The Real Me scrambles to his feet, runs to the nearest stairwell, and descends the stairs, taking them two and three at a time. He dashes out into the common room toward the pool table. *

Oh, no!

* The Real Me reaches out to the center of the pool table and grabs the sack. He upends the sack and out falls Sparky’s head. He picks it up. *

Alas, poor Sparky! And I just got him repaired! Now I’ll have to start over! But why leave this here, where…

* The Real Me freezes, and gulps again, eyes glancing down. Then he very calmly, very slowly bends down and looks UNDER the pool table, realizing that he has probably fallen into a terrible trap. Under the pool table, he finds… Sparky’s body, impaled by Bride1’s katana, leaking hydraulic fluid all over Cozen’s Chair of Pleasurable Torture. *

Whew!

Uh, I mean, poor Sparky!

* The Real Me tosses Sparky’s head over his shoulder and wrenches Bride1’s katana free from Sparky’s chest. He walks over to a wall-mounted computer link. *

Computer, locate the FemaleReaver!

The FemaleReaver is in the FemaleReaver’s cage in the West Wing.

Well, then!

The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Friday, April 8, 2005 6:52 PM