Black Diamond Ski Resort by TheGreyJedi

* The Real Me seems puzzled. *

Rat, you did the upgrades to this shuttle. Doesn't it have a wet bar with root beer on tap?

* The Real Me moves to a wall and presses a button. A wet bar flips down. Sure enough, there is a root beer tap. He takes a chilled mug off of a rack, fills it to the brim, blows off the foam, and takes it forward to Rat. *

* When he returns, The Real Me notices that the stranger is awake. *

Greetings! Allow me to introduce myself.

* The Real Me bows. *

I am The Real Me. These fine ladies are Jake7 and Needleseye. Up forward is Rat, who is flying this shuttle. We picked you up when it appeared that you might be in peril of freezing back there. I'm afraid that you've been dragged along on a rather dangerous mission, but we will do our best to keep you out of harms way until we can get you back to where you belong.

* The Real Me listens. *

Quote:
ImEarly says, to the confusion of those around him:

Hi, I mean I’m ImEarly,

You are early? Oh, your name is ImEarly? Welcome aboard, then. Here, we have some clothes that you can try on. Can you tell us what happened to you, and how you came to be wandering around out there alone and under-equipped in the frigid cold?

The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 11:12 AM

SIMONWHO

*splashes MG back again*

Quick, turn up the steam so I can escape the return splash!

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 11:26 AM

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Originally posted by ImEarly:
Lo and Behold, a RootBeer.

Maybe he should give it to Rat.

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me moves to a wall and presses a button. A wet bar flips down. Sure enough, there is a RootBeer tap. He takes a chilled mug off of a rack, fills it to the brim, blows off the foam, and takes it forward to Rat. *

*Rat takes both RootBeers, smiles, and belches deeply.*

(TMBG Playing in background: ...Man, oh man, my throat is dry - Man, are you thinking what I - Am? Well what about it then?...)

Thanks guys!!

(TMBG Playing in background:...I remember now - I remember now - Why they called it Thunderbird...)

*The General clears the next ridge and the speeder-pod appears up ahead.*

(TMBG Playing in background: ...We like fun, me and my girl - We'll have fun fun fun until - T-bird takes her dad away...)

-Ratboy

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 11:31 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
*splashes MG back again*

Quick, turn up the steam so I can escape the return splash!

Does the steam have some magical barrier properties that I'm not aware of? Otherwise a two-handed splash is coming your way!

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

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 12:22 PM

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Originally posted by montanagirl:

Hey twg, did you have the Sesame Street record that also had Ernie's Great Tiger Hunt on it? No one but me seems to remember it, and people look at me strangely when I try to describe it.

I not only had THAT Sesame Street record, but I ALSO had "Sesame Street Fever". . .the 12 inch vinyl LP that had a picture of Grover on the front in the white Leisure suit, in the parody of the John Travolta pose.

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 12:25 PM

**slides around behind TWG and begins applying deep tissue massage to her shoulders and upper back, artfully avoiding the bruised ribs are of her middle back while applying soft kisses to the back of her neck and playfully tugging at the string to her bikini with his teeth, threatening to undo it.**

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 2:03 PM

IMEARLY

ImEarly, is somewhat leery of Rat's kamikaze flight, but is settled somewhat by the kindness of The Real Me.

I'm not entirely certain how I got to be where I am. ImEarly says.

However, I can see that you fine people are quite busy, who is in that pod you chase?

I must always be near this laptop, I have obligations that I don't myself understand, but if you need any assistance with your mission, I am a good shot and an able fighter.

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 4:02 PM

CALLMEATH

*He finds himself skiing down a volcano. He wonders how he got here. He also wonders how there's snow on the ground in such nice weather. But more than anything he wonders when he learned to ski.*

Hey, is that a ski lodge? Maybe I should stop by and say halloo. Oooooh jacuuzi! I love jacu-wait! Is that a Yeti?! Hmm. *shrugs*

*Stops a little ways away from the jacuuzi to survey his surroundings. Notes the volcano he skied down, a yeti or two, beautiful women in the jacuuzi...*

This is just like my dreams. Only where's the 20-feet high singing guinea pig statue?

*Reluctantly tears his eyes away from the wet goddesses and finishes his sweep.*

Oh. There it is.

*Runs towards to jacuuzi, throwing off clothes along the way. Fortunately he was a Boy Scout, so he is always prepared for random hot tub opportunites, and has trunks on underneath.*

Hi everybody! Mind if I join in?

"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 4:03 PM

CALLMEATH

*He finds himself skiing down a volcano. He wonders how he got here. He also wonders how there's snow on the ground in such nice weather. But more than anything he wonders when he learned to ski.*

Hey, is that a ski lodge? Maybe I should stop by and say halloo. Oooooh jacuuzi! I love jacu-wait! Is that a Yeti?! Hmm. *shrugs*

*Stops a little ways away from the jacuuzi to survey his surroundings. Notes the volcano he skied down, a yeti or two, beautiful women in the jacuuzi...*

This is just like my dreams. Only where's the 20-feet high singing guinea pig statue?

*Reluctantly tears his eyes away from the wet goddesses and finishes his sweep.*

Oh. There it is.

*Runs towards to jacuuzi, throwing off clothes along the way. Fortunately he was a Boy Scout, so he is always prepared for random hot tub opportunites, and has trunks on underneath.*

Hi everybody! Mind if I join in? Don't mind the guinea pig statue, it's just a figment of my imagination. How's the water?

"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 4:14 PM

CALLMEATH

How rude of me not to introduce myself. Call me Ath. Nice to meet all of you in person.

*Shakes the menfolk's hands, kisses the hands of the ladies*

Thank you for the invitation TWG, this place is great.

"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 4:16 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by ImEarly:
who is in that pod you chase?

(TMBG Playing in background: Someday Mother will die and I'll get the money - Mom leans down and says, "My sentiments exactly"...)

That's the FemaleReaver, she escaped form her cage, now we're tracking toward the The Land of the Yeti!

(TMBG Playing in background: ..."Son, I am able," she said, "though you scare me." - "Watch," said I. "Beloved," I said, "watch me scare you." - "Though," said she, "Able am I, Son."...)

If you'll look out the window, you'll notice a large heard of Windmill Giants runing along beside us! We played music from the band They Might Be Giants, and they came to life!

(TMBG Playing in background: ...See the spring of the grandfather clock unwinding - (Egad, a base tone denotes a bad age)...)

Now they're helping us track the FemaleReaver!

(TMBG Playing in background: ...And I am a snake head eating - The head on the opposite side - I palindrome I...)

-Ratboy

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 4:31 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by CALLMEATH:
Hi everybody! Mind if I join in? Don't mind the guinea pig statue, it's just a figment of my imagination. How's the water?

*Stops splashing SimonWho long enough to notice newcomer.*

Oh, hello, the water's perfect. Let me introduce our crew. The gentleman I'm currently having a waterfight with is SimonWho, our resident doctor. Static and ThatWeirdGirl are over there (don't even think of making a move on twg or Static will beat you to a pulp), as well as TheGreyJedi and Mai. Static is our pilot, Grey mans the weaponry, and Mai is our lovely cruise director. Currently TheRealMe (First Officer), Rat, Jake7, and Needleseye (who sometimes turns into a flesh eating monster, just FYI) have just picked up ImEarly and are off chasing down the escaped Female Reaver. Captain Ebo is currently not with us, and who knows where Malicious is. (Sorry if I've missed anyone. Just smack me with a cricket bat if I did. Wait a minute, that would make me a zombie. Never mind.)

Umm, I'm allergic to guinea pigs. Could you maybe move your statue a bit?

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

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 4:37 PM

And Chief Engineer.

*sips his wine*

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 4:46 PM

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Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
And Chief Engineer.

*sips his wine*

How about all around genius? (Sorry, I'm going to use my tag as an excuse for forgetting your official title.)

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

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 4:52 PM

Genius. That is quite acceptable.

*pours MG a glass of wine and puts it in your hand*

Wine?

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 5:05 PM

Danke, kind sir.

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

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 6:01 PM

THATWEIRDGIRL

Quote:
Originally posted by Static:
**...begins applying deep tissue massage to her shoulders and upper back...**

*moans*

Quote:
playfully tugging at the string to her bikini with his teeth, threatening to undo it.**

*smirk* Best be careful there, hon. We have new people joining us and we don't want them to think we're out of control...yet.

*leans back into Static's chest*

Thank you for fixing me.

*twg turns to the others to join in the conversation*

Hi Ath! I'm glad you joined us. Yes, I have the Sesame Street albums in question...I don't have that cool one Static mentions though. May I have some wine, Grey?

*splashy*

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 6:28 PM

*hands TWG a glass of wine with trepidation. downs his own glass, pours himself another.*

Right. Here ya go.

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 6:35 PM

THATWEIRDGIRL

Quote:
Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
*hands TWG a glass of wine with trepidation.*

???????

I'm a good girl. Really.

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 6:49 PM

We'll behave.

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 6:49 PM

MAI

AH-HA! So, I'm in the jacuzzi. I wondered where I had gotten to. I was beginning to think I was lost. Again.

*Skims over the gazillion posts she missed*

Wow. Don't you guys kind feel a little guilty about sitting here getting sauced while other valued memebers of the crew are out trying to save us from imminent doom?

Yea me either.

Someone pass the wine.

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 6:51 PM

I still poured the wine, didn't I? Sheesh.

*drink drink*

If someone wants somethin' else, there'sa full bar.

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 6:52 PM

If they need help, they'll call.

*grins and kisses TWG on the back of the neck, then gestures to the nearby waitress*

Gimme another double Jameson over the rocks and another Black and Tan.

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 6:59 PM

* Staring out of the General Lee, The Real Me closes his eyes tightly, opens them, and looks again. Yes, despite the obscuring blizzard engulfing them, there was no longer any doubt. The General Lee was being followed below by a larger-than-zero number of walking windmills. The Real Me pinches himself to ensure that he is still awake. He considers asking some of the others if they see the windmills, too, but fears their response. *

Hmmmm… I suppose my theory about going mad is still possible.

* A closer look reveals that the walking windmills are in fact titanic humanoid creatures, perhaps larger relatives of the Yeti, holding spinning blades before them as they run. They are running at a rather remarkable speed, considering that the General Lee was flying all-out. After all, Rat is at the controls. It’s a given. *

* The Real Me turns away from the viewport, takes his glasses off, and cleans them. He puts them back on as he addresses the newcomer. *

Well, ImEarly, we will certainly accept any help that you might provide. But be aware that the FemaleReaver is quite intelligent, fast, strong, and utterly ruthless. She has a sick sense of humor and enjoys playing mind games. We believe that she has corrupted the mind of at least one member of our crew and turned her against us. This would be the late Bride1. The Real Me glances uneasily at Needleseye.

Yes, well, in any case, even with the delay we encountered in picking you up, we should still be fast enough to overtake the speeder she used to escape. In fact, if my calculations are correct…

Quote:
Rat wrote:
*The General clears the next ridge and the speeder-pod appears up ahead.*

* Rat calls back, relaying this information. *

Rat! Can you force her down, maybe by flying over her pod? Shoot her down with the spam-slingers?

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 7:17 PM

MAI

Quote:
A closer look reveals that the walking windmills are in fact titanic humanoid creatures, perhaps larger relatives of the Yeti, holding spinning blades before them as they run. They are running at a rather remarkable speed,

Help. Shmelp. Looks like their doin' fine without us.

12 glasses of wine later

*Jumps out of the jacuzzi running insanely toward the SereniTREE for no reason at all*

WHOA! It's a bitt nippy out here. Better get back in the warm water and have a bit more to drink.

*Runs more insanely back toward the jacuzzi (which is a good 10 feet deep) and screams*

LOOK OUT TereniSREE peoples! CANNONBALL!

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 7:18 PM

NEEDLESEYE

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
The Real Me glances uneasily at Needleseye.
B]

* looks directly at TRM*
What?!
Some thanks I get, she had big... sharp... knives!

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 7:21 PM

Oh, yes! ImEarly, I should add that Needleseye, here, quite likely saved my life from Bride1's mad charge, for which I am quite grateful.

* Another bead of sweat starts its way down The Real Me's temple. *

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 7:30 PM

NEEDLESEYE

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* Another bead of sweat starts its way down The Real Me's temple. *
B]

Ah, TheRealMe, I'm not hungry right now, so you can stop sweating.

So, when are we catching up to this Fem Reaver.

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 7:32 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Shoot her down with the spam-slingers?

As Tuvok: Firing.........Direct hit on her aft-shields....No effect!!

(TMBG Still playing in background:

To the bubblecraft!
Set control to hypochondria!
Enter the cyber vestibule!
Past the heliport!
Park next to the station wagon!
Fourth door on right!
Top buzzer!
That's my apartment!)

-Ratboy

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 7:47 PM

* The Real Me hops up and runs to an access panel halfway down the length of the General Lee. He unlatches the panel and drops it on the deck with a loud clang. The Real Me reaches in, pulls a can of Spam from the spam-slinger’s autofeed system, and cracks it open. The faint aroma of Spam fills the shuttle. From his pocket, The Real Me pulls a tube of Knibblet’s Stupendous Sunscreen and squirts it all into the canister of Spam. The odd properties of the cream cause the contents to start sizzling. He closes the canister as best he can and replaces it into the autofeed unit of the spam-slinger. Then he retrieves the access panel and slaps it back into place. *

Rat! Try shooting her again!

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 7:50 PM

As Tuvok: Firing.........Direct hit on her aft-shields....No effect!!

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 7:54 PM

Shields? Speeder pods don't have shields. They are much too small. How did she manage that?

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 8:09 PM

* The Real Me hops into the co-pilot seat beside Rat. He starts fiddling with the controls before him. *

If I can modulate the field flux properties by extremely high-range pulses of anti-spinward vertiron particles, that might collapse the integrity of the surrounding waveform.

* The Real Me finishes his fine tuning, and then slaps a big red button. *

Okay, Rat, the pod's shields should be down! Shoot her once more!

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 8:19 PM

Firing.........Direct hit....No effect!!...

Maybe she stole my SPAM-Blockers. Load the Armour Treet!!

(TMBG is still playing in background, but I don't want to clog up the thread any more.....At least not right now.)

-Ratboy

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 8:28 PM

NEEDLESEYE

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me hops into the co-pilot seat beside Rat... The Real Me finishes his fine tuning, and then slaps a big red button. *
Okay, Rat, the pod's shields should be down! Shoot her once more!

*Needleseye, really hoping the spam slinger works this time, lets her mind wander off to the jacuzzi party.*
*thinks to sself*- I could really go for a little warm bubbly water to relax in. *Looks down at toes mumbling* They are so dry.
*follows veiw up thigh, rubbing her skin, realizing she never put her coveralls back on after her snack of Bride1*

Hmm.

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 8:44 PM

* The Real Me goes back to load the "Armour Treet" -- whatever THAT is. He glances again at Needleseye, who is still naked. *

Okay, Rat! It's ready!

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 8:59 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me goes back to load the "Armour Treet" -- whatever THAT is.*

*Jaw drops.*

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Okay, Rat! It's ready!.

*Fires...*

-Ratboy

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 9:02 PM

"N", there's a closet in the back...Use it!!!

-Ratboy

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 9:04 PM

* As the speeder pod is hit and starts producing the obligatory smoke trail, the FemaleReaver suddenly and unexpectedly changes course, activates the turbo boost feature, and zooms the pod straight toward the General Lee like a missile!!! *

Rat! Rat! Dodge her!

* Unnoticed in the excitement, a hatch on the pod opens just before impact and a figure flies away using a jet pack. *

* Rat’s skillful piloting avoids a direct hit with the speeder pod, but a glancing strike damages the main thruster units of the General Lee. The shuttle starts spinning as its rate of descent increases. *

* Gripping a handhold tightly, The Real Me speaks calmly: *

Say, Rat, do you think you can land us in one piece?

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 9:19 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Rat! Rat! Dodge her!

Yes it's a Dodge, but the General is a him and...Ooh, you mean dodge HER, right then...dodging!

*The General lands safely, but repairs will take awhile.*

-Ratboy

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 10:03 PM

* The Real Me gets to his feet, adjusts his glasses, and takes stock of the situation. The General Lee is trapped on the ground, but in one piece. Rat promises that repairs are possible, but would take a while. Needleseye, Jake7, and ImEarly are all uninjured. ImEarly seems to be engrossed in tapping on his laptop. *

Everyone okay? Good. Okay, now let’s take a look at exactly what happened.

* The Real Me checks the instant replay feature of the sensor array, and spots the fact that the FemaleReaver escaped in a jet pack just before her pod impacted the General Lee. *

She flew off directly north. Hmmm… A jet pack of that sort has only a limited range.

Okay, it looks like we will have to proceed on foot. We have arctic cold-weather gear, but I’m afraid our weapon choices are limited, especially if the FemaleReaver has engineered duplicates of Rat’s Spam Blockers. Let’s see… aside from the useless spam-slinging gun, we have Bride1’s katana, and… uh… that’s it.

Oh, and Needleseye. No problem.

Still, we might rummage through the cargo space in the back of the Generalto see if there is anything more of use (or perhaps even a stow-away or two).

Anybody have any other ideas?

Oh, Rat? Will those windmill giants still be friendly even without the music?

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Sunday, April 10, 2005 11:40 PM

SIMONWHO

*watches unfolding action through binoculars*

Keep going lads, you're doing awfully well.

*pours himself a bizarre looking cocktail*

Splendid chaps. All of them.

*extra big splash at MontanaGirl*

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Monday, April 11, 2005 2:36 AM

Hey, Simon. . .lemme look!

**takes the binoculars from SimonWho, forgetting to remove them from around SWs neck before pulling them up to his eyes**

Wow.

Looks awful cold out there.

Yeesh. Some folks just need to relax.

**finishes his Jameson and sets to work on his black and tan, alternately sipping his beer and paying skillful attention to the lovely TWG's shoulders and back**

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Monday, April 11, 2005 3:07 AM

IMEARLY

ImEarly, not sure what to make of the plight of his companions and himself.

He puts his laptop into his backpack.

I should be done for a few days. He says.

Now then, those Giant Windmill guys, are they friendly? He asks The Real Me.

I feel a little like Gulliver, or maybe Don Quixote de la Mancha. Those guys are big. Maybe if someone could communicate with them, they could scout ahead and report the position of that Female Reaver.

ImEarly recalls the days of his youth, of his training in the Imperial Fett corps, where he learned his trade. If only he had kept that jetpack, and forsaken the G-string.

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Monday, April 11, 2005 3:47 AM

SIMONWHO

Quote:
Originally posted by Static:
**takes the binoculars from SimonWho, forgetting to remove them from around SWs neck before pulling them up to his eyes**

Krwwwk! Too tight, too tight!

*gasp*

Ah. That's better. Yup, some people definitely need to know how to relax more. Right, I'll have my rubber duck back now.

Oh my...

TWG! What have you done to duckie?!?

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Monday, April 11, 2005 4:59 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by ImEarly:

Now then, those Giant Windmill guys, are they friendly? He asks The Real Me.

I feel a little like Gulliver, or maybe Don Quixote de la Mancha. Those guys are big. Maybe if someone could communicate with them, they could scout ahead and report the position of that Female Reaver.

*The Real Me gazes at the nearest giant through the blizzard. Its form is hard to make out. *

Friendly? We have no way of knowing. It seems that the band They Might Be Giants, which is the only thing Rat listens to, motivates them. They seem still now. It is possible that they speak our language, but not likely.

However, we do not have to risk dealing with them at all.

* The Real Me reaches out with one hand, and a spot of light appears. It expands to become a ring of fire surrounding a dark void, about the diameter of a tall person. *

This is a dimensional portal leading to the top of the next ridge. We should be able to get a good view from there.

* The Real Me no doubt observes a puzzled or alarmed expression on ImEarly's face. *

Oh, sorry, I should have warned you about this. I have the superpower to fold space. It comes in handy. Now, I'll just take a look...

* Dressed in a parka and casually holding Bride1's katana in one hand and a spam-slinger gun in the other, The Real Me pokes just his head into the dark hole in reality. His voice echoes oddly. *

Wow! This site is above the blizzard. Extraordinary view! Just like the mountains of Colorado. But I don't see any sign of...

Oh! I forgot all about the Land of the...

* The Real Me yelps as a pair of huge hairy hands reach through the portal to grab his shoulders. They effortlessly pull him through and he disappears. Both weapons clatter to the deck of the General Lee. The dimensional portal flickers, but remains open. *

The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

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