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Escape from the raid on Black Diamond

POSTED BY: MALICIOUS
UPDATED: Thursday, May 5, 2005 22:08
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Friday, April 22, 2005 3:18 AM

CALLMEATH


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:

Uh, so, Ath? Do you know any good recipies that use Spam? That's all we'll be eating for the near future.



Um, I'm not aware that any exist. If there was something else to add it, maybe I could do something. Something that would completely cover up the awful taste.

I've always wondered, what's that gelataneous goo around the outside of Spam? Fat?

"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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Friday, April 22, 2005 3:22 AM

SOULOFSERENITY

The Man They Call Soul...


Sweet, Security Chief!! And I will accept all challenges to my newly acquired position.

Conditions for challengers:

1. Must be female and hot.
2. Must involve a large pool filled with pudding.
3. Must...

Okay, I need a cold shower now.

Ooh, scones!!

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Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."

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Friday, April 22, 2005 6:37 AM

JAKE7


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:

Uh, so, Ath? Do you know any good recipies that use Spam? That's all we'll be eating for the near future.



Sorry, I have to do it:

I DON'T LIKE SPAM!

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Friday, April 22, 2005 6:49 AM

SIMONWHO


The trouble is the windmill creatures can't fit through the door of my box and the yeti... well, I've got a bit of a bad history with yeti. History that's pretty much underground, except to those with great intelligence. Best I steer clear of them.

Snow cone? They're lemon!

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Friday, April 22, 2005 6:54 AM

MALICIOUS


TRM,

What is the invaluable service that I perform? Huh, huh, huh? And don't say threadjacking.

Mal-licious

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

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Friday, April 22, 2005 10:37 AM

MONTANAGIRL


Quote:

Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
Ooh, scones!!


You're in for a treat. Simon makes the best scones! (Just don't ask for an apricot one or you'll get a lecture on how fruit has no business being in a scone and get called names. Right Simon? )

And TRM, I'm stating for the record right now that I'm keeping my Adam clone. Just to help reduce the population that we are dumping on some poor, unsuspecting planet.

*In the background a song can be faintly heard. "Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam..."*

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

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Friday, April 22, 2005 11:50 AM

SIMONWHO


I must admit that when it comes to fruit in scones, I'm a hardcore militant. If you want things stuffed with grapes, go play Argi Bargi.

And we could do with an Adam clone for the Serenity convention next week. We seem to have mislaid ours...

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Friday, April 22, 2005 1:56 PM

THATWEIRDGIRL


Quote:

Rat said: the Admiral Nelson has a bad electrical system


...

*twg begins to wonder if anyone has missed her while she's been gliding through space. She sings along with her Best Shots CD…*

We are young *pumps fist in air* heartache to heartache we stand *crackle....spit..crackle..*

What the? *the lights flicker ominously*

What the frack …*twg flicks switches and pushes buttons*

Maybe I should have actually learned how to fly before I took off by myself.

*crawls under console and rips off the facing, a Rat’s nest of wires falls to the floor. Twg begins to untangle the mess…*

What the hell did he do in here?…Ow! Gorramit! Stupid electricity.

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Friday, April 22, 2005 4:25 PM

MALICIOUS


I happend to stumble upon this thread:

http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=8209#top

which is evidence that TRM actually INVITED Rat to join the TREE house!! It is also where he pried up the magical wish-granting plank (I want that back, BTW) AND where the Female Reaver first appeared (once again, Rat, thanks for her).



Mal-licious

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

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Friday, April 22, 2005 4:47 PM

COZEN


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:


*A Parrot!*

SQUAAAAWK!

* Captain Jack Silver want[s]... back pay!

* The Parrot departs, leaving a rather large deposit upon Cozen's newly-washed head. *

(Heh heh. I've been waiting for this chance!! - The Real Me)



Crap!

Sigh. *Opens drawers at random. Finds brassieres, loud though slinky dresses and the like. Wraps a lime green sarong around his waist, heads off to the utility room to snag a spacesuit. Finding just such an item, cozen dons the spacesuit and makes his way to the nearest airlock. Patiently waiting for the doors to cycle, he takes bearings on the floundering Admiral Nelson, and gathers his courage.*

*There's no courage to be found. Opts for silly.*

*Weighs toolbox leant to him by Kayleeclone as the outer airlock doors open, then without hesitation cozen just leaps into space, cuz if he thinks about what he's doing, he'll wimp out and go back looking for scones.*

*Accidentally lands on the hull of the Admiral Nelson.*

Knock knock.






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Friday, April 22, 2005 4:57 PM

RAT


Quote:

Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
What the hell did he do in here?…Ow! Gorramit! Stupid electricity.



If you're referring to me, I didn't do anything! It's just what happens when you build a shuttle out of a british car.

Quote:

Originally posted by cozen:
Seeking attention through heroic (okay, stupid) deeds.



That was stupid!!

Well, I'm not too busy, need me to come tow you both back in??

-Ratboy

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Friday, April 22, 2005 4:59 PM

COZEN


Quote:

Originally posted by Malicious:
TRM actually INVITED Rat to join the TREE house!!

Mal-licious



Am I alone in thinking that Bride7 = Rat? Perhaps I've been assuming that everyone else understood this all along.

cozen

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Friday, April 22, 2005 7:02 PM

RAT


Quote:

Originally posted by cozen:
Am I alone in thinking that Bride7 = Rat?



Yes...Yes you are!!!!

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Friday, April 22, 2005 7:02 PM

BRIDE7


Quote:

Originally posted by cozen:
Am I alone in thinking that Bride7 = Rat?



Yes...Yes you are!!!!

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Friday, April 22, 2005 7:31 PM

THEREALME


Quote:

Originally posted by Malicious:
TRM,

What is the invaluable service that I perform? Huh, huh, huh? And don't say threadjacking.

Mal-licious




Why, Mal-licious! You are the patron Goddess of the Sereni-Tree! Your great beauty and the raw power of your Presence…

Uh, do important stuff.

Plus, as you recently proved by remembering my birthday, you keep our social calendar!

Oh, and you judged the last beauty contest! You remember, don’t you? The one that YOU won?




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Friday, April 22, 2005 7:33 PM

THEREALME


Quote:

Originally posted by Rat:
Quote:

Originally posted by cozen:
Am I alone in thinking that Bride7 = Rat?



Yes...Yes you are!!!!




Quote:

Originally posted by Bride7:
Quote:

Originally posted by cozen:
Am I alone in thinking that Bride7 = Rat?



Yes...Yes you are!!!!



Oh, no! Are you telling me that Bride7 is actually Rat in drag?

Dammit! And here I was starting to fall for her!






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Friday, April 22, 2005 7:50 PM

THEREALME


Quote:

Originally posted by Malicious:
I happend to stumble upon this thread:

http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=8209#top

which is evidence that TRM actually INVITED Rat to join the TREE house!! It is also where he pried up the magical wish-granting plank (I want that back, BTW) AND where the Female Reaver first appeared (once again, Rat, thanks for her).

Mal-licious



But I didn't KNOW Rat then.

Rat first appeared right at the end of the Treehouse era, I think, just a post or two before we started a new thread that turned the Treehouse into the Sereni-Tree airship (not to be confused with the later rebuild by TheGreyJedi of the Sereni-Tree starship).

As for the creation of the FemaleReaver, yes, that was my fault (influenced by RAT), and it occurred on the FIRST Thread dedicated strictly to Mal-licious, if I recall correctly. It is one of those side threads that I include in my upcoming GRAND SUMMARY.

Yes, that is where the FemaleReaver came from. If given enough time, I'll connect all the minor characters and all the dangling plot threads into SOMETHING. Same thing happened with the Brides.

I worked some nice symmetry between the thread mentioned above and the thread that my portal connected to.

No, Mal-licious. I will not give you the magical-wishgranting plank. It gives crocked wishes. I was in the market for a girlfriend, and wished for a woman of many fine qualities who was interested in The Real Me. The FemaleReaver popped up. Oh, she was interested in me, all right! No, the plank should not be used. I was deathly afraid to use it on the giants. I'm going to hide it away again or destroy it.

EDIT: Here is the "other half" of the FemaleReaver origin story, look for January 19-21 posts on both threads.
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=8548


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Friday, April 22, 2005 7:55 PM

THEREALME


Quote:

Originally posted by jake7:
Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:

Uh, so, Ath? Do you know any good recipies that use Spam? That's all we'll be eating for the near future.



Sorry, I have to do it:

I DON'T LIKE SPAM!




Quote:

Originally posted by CallMeAth:
Um, I'm not aware that any exist. If there was something else to add it, maybe I could do something. Something that would completely cover up the awful taste.




Ath, Jake7, I’m afraid that we don’t have much choice, as the Cozenants pretty much raided our pantry. Actually, I’m not certain that I’ve ever eaten Spam more than once before. For me, once was all it took! Mostly around here we use Spam as very effective but non-lethal ammunition. However, those Yeti and shrunken Windmill Giants must love it! They are tearing through it pretty well.

* The Real Me looks puzzled, then worried. *

Actually, we need to off-load these passengers before we run out of Spam! Or they might find OTHER things to eat!

Hmmm… let’s see now. We have about 40 tons of Spam in the Main Cargo Bay. We have 64,000 yeti, plus some tens of thousands of Giants, plus the resort staff, and about 25 of us from the Sereni-Tree…

Let’s say we have 100,000 persons on board. Nice round number.

If an average individuals needs about, oh, let’s say one pound of Spam per day (these creatures might want more, but I can’t imagine choking down more than that, myself), that would mean that the Spam in the cargo hold would last us…

* The Real Me mutters to himself, counts on his fingers, gives up and repeats three times, then goes to get a calculator. *

Most of one day…

* The Real Me gets a ghastly expression on his face. He fumbles with his com-link as color begins to return to his face. *

Mister Static? Could you please recall all our small craft. We must depart the husk of Black Diamond as soon as possible!



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Friday, April 22, 2005 8:55 PM

RAT


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
you keep our social calendar!



By the way.....my birthday is August 30th!

-Ratboy

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Friday, April 22, 2005 9:01 PM

RAT


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
...some tens of thousands of Giants...



That's odd, I could have sworn there were only a few dozen...Maybe they're multiplying...fast!

-Ratboy

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Saturday, April 23, 2005 4:50 AM

THEREALME


Oh, my mistake!

I guess I saw some Yeti playing around with those propellers and counted them twice.

Well, I guess we have enough Spam for a full day after all... maybe even breakfast the next!



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Saturday, April 23, 2005 5:18 AM

THEREALME


* The Real Me heads up to the observatory on the uppermost level of the Sereni-Tree, next to MaRTHA. He hops into the control chair there and pushes a few buttons. The great dome splits open and the Sereni-Tree’s telescope comes on-line. The Real Me mumbles to himself: *

Hmmm… Her last known position was… about… here!

* The Real Me presses buttons and adjusts dials. The great telescope swings into position. The Real Me spends some time searching. *

Ah! THERE she is!

* The Real Me brings the image of the Admiral Nelson into sharp focus. He quickly switches on the com. *

Mister Static? Mister Grey? We have something of a situation. It seems that ThatWeirdGirl’s shuttle, the Admiral Nelson, is adrift in space. ThatWeirdGirl is not answering her com. Normally, I would go directly there, but I don’t dare create a portal as long as the dimensional folding is still in place around the Yeti room. Static, please match velocities with that shuttle. I’m sending you the co-ordinates now. Grey, could you fly over there and render some assistance?

* The Real Me takes a closer look at the wayward shuttle. With the amazing magnifying power of the telescope, he sees ThatWeirdGirl gazing out of a view port at some unidentified figure climbing on the outside of the hull. *

Gentlemen! It is worse than I thought! It appears that she’s being boarded! Go to battle stations!

* The Real Me smiles, and rubs his hands in anticipation. We’ve never fought space pirates, before! *



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Saturday, April 23, 2005 6:12 AM

COZEN


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
It appears that she’s being boarded! Go to battle stations!

* The Real Me smiles, and rubs his hands in anticipation. We’ve never fought space pirates, before! *



Hey!!! Fine tune yer focus please! I'm tyrin' to help the lady!

Geez!

*Knocks on hull, fervently.*

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Miscommunication: just another plot device.

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Saturday, April 23, 2005 6:28 AM

COZEN


*cozen continues to pound on the hull, hoping hoping hoping for a response before his alter-ego arranges to obliterate hisself based on sketchy conclusions.*

*Oddly, cozen has time to ponder.*

Um, about this thread's title. Well, er, y'see, it's not that Black Diamond has been raided per se. Sadly, the truth originates from a mundane base, vis, the breakdown of the cozen Cluster due to wonky maintenance algorithms. (Never wuz a 'puter specialist, what can I say? Administering an entire star cluster represented a conceptual leap somewhat beyond the scope of my mere experiences.)

Oh, and it's "Black", not "Captain" Jack Silver, the annoying parrotgram from space thingy.

*Speaking of.... BJS flies through space to the Admiral Nelson, landing on the pilot window. The birdy taps said window with his beak, but this quickly becomes a tad too painful. The parrot speaks.*

"Yo!"



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Saturday, April 23, 2005 7:31 AM

EBONEZER


*Ebo looks around.*

Whats going on here? I leave for 2 seconds and this is what happens. Something. But I don't know what...

*wanders off to play with a bouncy ball she just found under the couch*

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Saturday, April 23, 2005 2:41 PM

THEREALME


* The Real Me adjusts the focus on his telescope to get a better look and.. *

OW!

Something in my eye! What is that, an eyelash? Damn!



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Saturday, April 23, 2005 7:06 PM

THEGREYJEDI


*LENS FLARE!!!! Aegis streaks into view, a black shape against the glare of the nearby star, winged darkness flying swift and silent towards the floundering Admiral Nelson. The repulsor wings cause a low hum on the hull of the derelict craft. The red sensor eyes of the craft peer into the windshield and flash briefly.*

Hmm. No space suit. Scheiße.

*Manuvers around to spy upon the figure in the space suit. Gazes blankly at the ident scan as it pings as Cozen.*

Cozen! Need any help?

*looks around*

Also, hang on. I'm going to work us back towards the SereniTREE. I'll go slow and careful, but if you slip, I'll catch you.

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Sunday, April 24, 2005 1:18 AM

COZEN


Quote:

Originally posted by TheGreyJedi:
*LENS FLARE!!!! Aegis streaks into view....*

Cozen! Need any help?



C'est bon ca! Remerciement! Also, I think there's an electrically challenged pilot in the 'Nelson that could use a ride.

*A yellow light flashes inside cozen's helmet.*

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Hmmm, gettin' kinda stuffy in here....

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Sunday, April 24, 2005 5:36 AM

THEREALME


* The Real Me returns to the observatory, having dealt with the problem of the errant eyelash. He again focuses the telescope upon the Admiral Nelson. *

Fast work, GreyJedi!

* The Real Me reaches over for a control. *

I'm opening the doors to the Main Hanger Bay. Just nudge her in, if you please.

* The Real Me gazes once again through the telescope. *

Hey, that's Cozen out there on the Nelson's hull!

* The Real Me frowns, somewhat disappointed. *

Cancel Battle Stations!


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Sunday, April 24, 2005 5:58 AM

COZEN


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:


Hey, that's Cozen out there on the Nelson's hull!

* The Real Me frowns, somewhat disappointed. *

Cancel Battle Stations!



Aw, geez. Thanks. Yer all heart! Guess I owe you and TGJ a dinner. Will that be spam with teriyaki sauce, HP, or just plain ol' ketchup?

Oh, by the way, whomever's room I was in, ie., the actual owner of this here sarong I'm wearing, had a couple o' buckets of icecream in the fridge, crammed together with a couple gallons worth of margarita fixins'. Just sayin'.

*Light inside helmet flickers from yellow to a reddish colour.*

TWG: how are the atmo systems holding out on the 'Nelson? Ya probably look great in blue, but....

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Sunday, April 24, 2005 6:27 AM

THATWEIRDGIRL


*twg wanted to open the hatch to let Cozen enter the Nelson, but she couldn’t risk it. She had already lost most of the ships systems and she worried how much air she had left.*

Sigh

*No more singing. Okay. So I have to just talk in my head. Hi, Cozen, thank you for trying, sorry about leaving you out there like this. He can’t hear me. Argh. I continue to try to restore ships life support functions, but my hands are becoming numb. At the time, I thought cutting off the sleeves of my overalls looked really shinexy, now, I think it was the worse idea ever. It’s cold. What did River say about cold? Eh. I don’t want to think about that. Pretty soon I may having flashbacks just like Mal. That would be cool, too bad I don’t have the energy to search all the old threads.*

Time passes slowly for the crippled Nelson, his lonely pilot barely able to keep her eyes open. The figure on the hull stares in horror at what is happening to the woman. Suddenly, the Aegis arrives to rescue the courageous figure and the broken shuttle.

*twg hears a low banging and her eyes open just enough to see Grey’s fist closing around Cozen. Her last thought is of Rat and his untimely warning. She feels her eyes shutting once more, she tries to fight the numbness overtaking her body. She fails. She tries to stay awake. She fails. She tries to breathe. She fails.*

The Aegis sets the Nelson down in the hanger bay…but is it in time…


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Sunday, April 24, 2005 6:47 AM

SIMONWHO


*dashes down to the hanger bay*

Get her out of there!

*checks pulse*

Oh my. She's dead.

Is there a doc... oh wait. Medical bag, right, let's try a shot of hyperadrenalin, get her going again. TWG, this might hurt a bit... well, if you weren't dead it would hurt quite a lot actually.

*injects hyperadrenalin*

Okay, I've got a pulse but she's still not breathing. We need to do CPR.

*fights off volunteers*

Back! Back! Static, you must have been trained in this, give her mouth to mouth while I get the rest of her going.

*pulls out an even bigger needle*

Right, start the CPR now, I'm going to inject this remetaboliser on three.

One

Two!

THREE!

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Sunday, April 24, 2005 7:13 AM

THEREALME


* The Real Me runs into the hanger bay, frantic with worry. He stands a short distance away from the hectic scene, knowing better than to crowd or pester the doctor as he's working. But ThatWeirdGirl is not breathing! *



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Sunday, April 24, 2005 7:13 AM

COZEN


*Nearly asphyxiated, cozen finally accidentally manages to unclip the spacesuit helmet. Wheeze!*

*Spies intense medical attention being applied to twgpilot.*

Drugs, schmugs!

*Reaches into a spacesuit pocket, pulls out convenient MP9 player, plugs it into jack connected to Sereni-Tree comm system. Immediately, "I'm A Believer" by the Monkees blares out at eardrum-unfavourable decibalidge.*

3 chords, 4-beats: oughta do it.

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Sunday, April 24, 2005 7:32 AM

THEREALME


Hey, doesn't ANYONE have the superpower to heal others? That's sort of one we missed, I guess.

Doctor, luckily, the Hanger Bay is located adjacent to the Infirmary for just this sort of emergency!

* The Real Me waits around, wondering if he'll soon see some bizzare TiPpy-in-Wonderland dream sequence. He hopes that he gets to play the Cheshire Cat, and can only guess who the Mad Hatter will be. *

* Or should that be the Mad Ratter?*


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Sunday, April 24, 2005 9:11 AM

RAT


Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Hey, doesn't ANYONE have the superpower to heal others?



Stand back!!

*A dark cloud forms in the hanger bay, and a bolt of lightning strikes TWG in the midsection.*

Doctor, is she alive? Or did I just make things worse?
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Move around folks
Push him back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let her breathe, step lively


-Ratboy

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Sunday, April 24, 2005 9:29 AM

SIMONWHO


*check pulse*

Okay, her heart's still going, lightning notwithstanding, but we've got to get her breathing again. Static? STATIC?

Oh, for heaven's sake.

*breathes into TWG*

2, 3

*breath*

2, 3

*breath*

2, 3

*breath*

Come on, you wretched weird girl, don't quit on us now.

*breath*

What the ...

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Sunday, April 24, 2005 2:31 PM

THATWEIRDGIRL


It’s pretty here. I’d like to stay a while if it’s okay with you…

http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=6084&m=89022#89022



Quote:

Originally posted by SimonWho:
*breath*

Come on, you wretched weird girl, don't quit on us now.

*breath*

What the ...



*gasp* My hammock isn't swinging...why isn't it swinging?

*twg shuts her eyes again...to sleep*

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Sunday, April 24, 2005 8:30 PM

THEREALME


Thank you, Doctor! Thank you!

* TheRealMe recognizes ThatWeirdGirl's delerium as coming from the old days. TheRealMe adopts his best minion-persona. *

Forgive me, ThatWeirdGirl! I shall attend to your needs directly!

*TheRealMe turns to TheGreyJedi.*

Grey? Can you assign somebody to check all the shuttles? I'd hate for something like this to happen again.

Oh, Cozen, thanks for heading over to help her.

* If he gets SimonWho's approval, TheRealMe will move her into a hammock in the Infirmary, and set it gently rocking. *





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 25, 2005 2:55 AM

SIMONWHO


Okay, TRM, gently with her mind. She probably needs a good rest and shouldn't swim for, well, about an hour.

*big sigh of relief*

Right, any other crew members I need to pronounce dead? No? Great, then I'll be in my bunk. SLEEPING!

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Monday, April 25, 2005 9:27 AM

THATWEIRDGIRL


*twg wakes to a gentle swaying motion. She slowly opens her eyes, blinking away the bright lights, and looks around. She’s in the sickbay, but it’s not the normal sickbay…she’s in a hammock and there’s rock music playing and there’s Sparky with a tray of margaritas and there’s the fake ping pong table.*

This is nice. Is it time to go home yet? We’ve been gone so long and everywhere we go something bad happens. We should really be getting back for Mistress’s party so Gunhand and Neroli and Delia and Shw and…all of them can find us. Thank you Sparky.

*twg sips on a margarita* hey! This is just mix…if you think I’m too weak fine, but don’t play with my head like that. How long do I need to stay here? I like it, it’s just that my bunk would be much better…since I have a roommate to watch over me and all.

*she falls asleep once more with images of Gunhand in a kilt working on the roof of the sauna dancing through her head. sigh*

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Monday, April 25, 2005 9:36 AM

MALICIOUS


Quote:

Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
*she falls asleep once more with images of Gunhand in a kilt working on the roof of the sauna dancing through her head. sigh*



I'm confused. Are the images dancing through your head or is Gunhand-in-a-kilt dancing? Cuz THAT I'd pay to see.

Mal-licious

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

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Monday, April 25, 2005 9:41 AM

THATWEIRDGIRL


the images are dancing...though Gunhand dancing, yes, i think that would work too.

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Monday, April 25, 2005 11:21 AM

THEGREYJEDI


Work, work, work. This is why you should leave the engineering to the engineers. Ok, I'm officially grounding every single craft on this vessel pending inspections, repaires, retrofits, upgrades, and/or decommissions.

*shivers*

Now, to get out of this frigid bay and these wet swim trunks and into something more clothing like.

*splats off to his quarters in Engineering.*

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Monday, April 25, 2005 11:26 AM

STATIC


**Bursts in to sickbay, finally back from the oblivion of a busy weekend, worried sick. He sees that his beloved is well, awake and resting and sits by her hammock, holding her hand in his. He sits in silence for a very long time before finally speaking**

"You're not allowed to do that anymore, okay? No more dying."

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Evil, Lecherous Hump

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Monday, April 25, 2005 12:52 PM

MALICIOUS


Quote:

Originally posted by Static:
No more dying.



Good point. Can we have a rule book or a list of commandments for the Sereni-TREE? I nominate that as the 1st rule/commandment/strong suggestion. What others should we have?

1) No dying.
2) Rat shalt not touch anything vital.
3) TWG cannot fly by her lonesome. (Actually, we should institute the buddy system for just about everything around here!)
4) ?

Mal-licious

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

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Monday, April 25, 2005 1:00 PM

STATIC


Commandment #4: If you're bored from reading the thread because you're not in the mood to play volleyball, or relax in a jacuzzi, or something like that. . .you just stop reading the thread for a day or two. . .and not wreck the thread by destroying something?

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Monday, April 25, 2005 1:51 PM

SIMONWHO


Commandment 5: Thou shalt not run in the corridors with scissors.

Right, TWG, I'm officially discharging you. But try not to do anything life threatening (yours or others) for a few days, eh? Now then, while you've been sleeping, I've been fixing up a projector in the main hall. Please focus your attention on it as there is a message from the Big Giant Head, sorry, the Big Damn Heroes due to arrive in the next few hours.

Static, I've got to confess, in your absence, I had to give TWG mouth to mouth but I didn't like it one bit. Well, I liked one bit but the rest of it was horrid and sticking needles into her and watching her get fried by lightning and... well, you've read the thread. Rough trip. Anyway...

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Monday, April 25, 2005 6:27 PM

THATWEIRDGIRL


*twg's eyes light up at the sight of Static*
Quote:

Originally posted by Static:
**Bursts in to sickbay, finally back from the oblivion of a busy weekend, worried sick. He sees that his beloved is well, awake and resting and sits by her hammock, holding her hand in his. He sits in silence for a very long time before finally speaking**

"You're not allowed to do that anymore, okay? No more dying."



*twg wipes a tear from her eye.*

I didn't mean to die. I really didn't. Simon said I was dead. I'm sorry.

*twg squeezes his hand and smiles*

Doc says I'm discharged...care to take me back to our bunk?

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Monday, April 25, 2005 7:05 PM

NEEDLESEYE


*Needleseye wanders out from somewhere with a half bottle of tequila*

Hey what was all that commotion?
I was in my office, er somewhere, and I heard a commotion.
*pauses to look at bottle*
Um, where have I been?

...and why is Cozen wearing my sarong?

no no, don't take it off. You... just keep that.

*raises eyebrow*

WHAT is this with TWG, dying, WHAT?

Well, wait, there she is.
*puzzled*



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