tewha7
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You can't be a hero unless you're rising above circumstance.
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Post by tewha7 on Apr 11, 2014 5:18:24 GMT
T'Strei@tewha7: Why is your date over so early? Inmora Api@Gos: Oh, we had dinner on Bajor. T'Strei@tewha7 looks at him, confused but maintaining perfect innocence T'Strei@tewha7: Was your intercourse unsatisfactory? Inmora Api@Gos: T.. WHAT! T'Strei@tewha7: Your socialization. Was it unsatisfactory?
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Post by hszmv on Apr 12, 2014 18:46:33 GMT
To'rael is preparing for a mind meld with Sindari, who needs to be drunk in order for it to work... Chris wants to know if B'Kehla has ever helped in similar situations:
Chris@cwinters79: Becky you ever assisted in something like that?
B'Kehla@hszmv: Drinking? All the time.
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Post by hszmv on Apr 19, 2014 18:04:55 GMT
((Exodus' EMH has decided today is "Weird Al" day.))
B'Kehla@hszmv: begins prepping sickbay for Red Alert.
EMH@hszmv: assits, while singing "Like a Surgeon."
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Post by Chris Winters on Apr 20, 2014 20:16:12 GMT
::Chris, to Elena::
Chris@cwinters79: I'm quite positive a cartoon character doesn't run around station anytime soon.
Gahndsray@RasiTalon: Hmmm.... borky bork...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 3:07:27 GMT
A little dark, but still a good quote.
[11:02] [Local] Kimberly@Glenn_Wrongjas: I hope everything works out for you, I really do. [11:02] [Local] Stellara@Altair145: "Thank you. But I found out what was really in the light at the end of the tunnel a while back." [11:03] [Local] Kimberly@Glenn_Wrongjas: And that was? [11:03] Stellara@Altair145 turns and walks off, saying over her shoulder "Another tunnel."
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Post by norcaler on Apr 28, 2014 22:52:36 GMT
Kiisu@slinkiisu: *leans on the bar, dropping her helmet on the countertop and resting her head in her hands. "I feel like some jumped-up puppet."
John Sanders@Norcaler glances down to Kiisu. "I know this bar used to have a reputation, but that sort of outfit's overkill even for Drozana Station."
Kiisu@slinkiisu: "Actually I'd have to wear the helmet on Drozana or I might catch GTD."
Kiisu@slinkiisu: GTS*
John Sanders@Norcaler: "It's been years since I had to endure that place so...GTS?"
Kiisu@slinkiisu: "Giant Tit Syndrome."
John Sanders@Norcaler stifles a spittake.
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Post by norcaler on Apr 30, 2014 1:13:57 GMT
((whoops))
Jason Hunter@Norcaler fake punches Carly's arm again.
Gahndsray@RasiTalon: *goes over the bottles, taking some open bottles off the shelf that have been there for too long*
Carly Hunter@captainth3ta01d: "Stop that!"
Gahndsray@RasiTalon: *sings quietly to himself a hymn that involves the words 'korax' a lot*
Jason Hunter@Norcaler grins.
Jason Hunter@Norcaler stops grinning.
Carly Hunter@captainth3ta01d: -rubs her arm-
Cele'@graspian: *Continues to finish up cleaning and checking her beverage stock*
Seventeen of Twenty-Five@dwarkiller: On other news that happened some time ago, Itachi Rin was killed, though I suppose you might already know.
Carly Hunter@captainth3ta01d: "Rin's Dead?!?!?!?!!!"
Jason Hunter@Norcaler is even less likely to grin now. "...uh...17, you might want to work on your delivery..."
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Post by norcaler on May 3, 2014 23:58:09 GMT
((Emote Wars Episode 1: The Semicolon Menace))
Raina@silentsentinel1: "To Freedom for our people and the Republic."
S'Taev@Norcaler: "Couldn't put it better myself."
S'Taev@Norcaler clinks.
Sindari@khaoskrow: "Harry, another Meridor."
Chris@cwinters79: She seems better, doesn't she.
Jirut@innocuous9 grins. "Right back at you. ... What does that mean, anyway? I hear Romulans speak it all the time."
Raina@silentsentinel1 Lifts her glass with a smile. "And to nights like this."
Tiana@vitas33: Much better, yeah.
Sindari@khaoskrow takes the glass and glances to her left, does a double take, blinks a few times and walks back.
Karina@firebringeraxel1 snickers, "It's sort of a greeting and a farewell."
S'Taev@Norcaler: "Definitely."
Karina@firebringeraxel1 is just that fabulous
Chris@cwinters79: *leans forward onto his knees a bit, putting a hand on one of Tia's* Glad To'rael was right about it only needing time.
Sindari@khaoskrow was double taking at S'taev.
Sindari@khaoskrow sits down.
Karina@firebringeraxel1 is jsut that self absorbed
S'Taev@Norcaler hadn't noticed.
S'Taev@Norcaler hadn't noticed either of them, too.
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ryftlord
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"The first lesson you learn is loyalty. The second is where it shouldn't be placed."
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Post by ryftlord on May 5, 2014 5:25:39 GMT
Six of One@geralynrhig: "Though...Mother mentioned some obscure cultural holiday from Earth. She was not very clear on its description."
Vrainak@ryftlord raises a curious eyebrow.
Sierra Tegg@tewha7: I should probably know this one, but I'm drawing a... oh, right.
Kizra@silentsentinel1: Right angle?"
Six of One@geralynrhig: "When I asked, she merely said 'may the fourth be with you', and said nothing further."
Vrainak@ryftlord: "A bit vague don't you think?"
[Happy Star Wars Day!, for lack of a better term]
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Post by Chris Winters on May 10, 2014 17:47:46 GMT
B'Kehla@hszmv: About half the crew is in bed. Nasty case of Bajoran Spring Fever... Medical has grounded us.
Tiana@vitas33: Should we quarentine?
B'Kehla@hszmv: I would recommend it.
Tiana@vitas33: then do it
Ascalon@Ancalagon: Tactical Ready... er... well then.
Rozi@amijami1979: Engineering reporting ready.
B'Kehla@hszmv: Already imposed... on the plus side... this leaves the bar free... I was thinking about running a poker game for the crew.
B'Kehla@hszmv: The... not sick crew.
Tiana@vitas33: i dont think undressing is apropriate for officer's entertainment
Rozi@amijami1979: *snickers*
B'Kehla@hszmv: You know... we can just bet with chips... and not strip...
Tiana@vitas33: oh? i thought that was the true way to play
B'Kehla@hszmv: I was going to do Texas Hold'em... not Risain... well... any Risian poker varient really.
Tiana@vitas33: well, if were grounded, we might as well.
B'Kehla@hszmv: Or Orion Wild... Or Deltan Flush... Or... There are alot of strip varients now that I think about it.
Tiana@vitas33: i was told in the academy it was the only way to play poker.
Tiana@vitas33: guess you shoudnt always believe upperclassmen
B'Kehla@hszmv: Why does that not surprise me.
B'Kehla@hszmv: looks to the rest of the crew, "Anyone else want in?"
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Post by Geralyn on May 13, 2014 2:56:05 GMT
In which Six Rhig-Maxwell continues to find challenges for interstellar gourmet marvel Gahndsray (not to see him fail, but in the hopes of being amazed by his own brand of magic...) [9:07] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: good evening. ready to order some food? [9:08] Six of One@geralynrhig looks up at Gahndsray, her expression brightening. "Yes, I wish to order." [9:08] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: Very good. we are ready to take your order. [9:09] [Local] Six of One@geralynrhig: "I would like...two 'New York ballpark hot dogs', cole slaw, and 'pork and beans'." [9:10] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: Two earth style new york ballpark hotdog sausages, coleslaw salad, and pork and beans. Coming right up. [9:10] Six of One@geralynrhig watches Gahndsray very intently. [9:10] [Local] Kizra@silentsentinel1: "Interesting choice of food. [9:11] Six of One@geralynrhig nods wordlessly, watching the chef carefully. [9:11] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: *adds sliced pork and beans into a pan, adds sauce, and lets simmer on low heat* [9:13] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: *takes two hot dogs, places them on a medium heat to fry, turning them over occasionally* [9:13] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: *adds oil, garlic, thyme, and rosemary* [9:13] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: *adds some butter, too* [9:13] [Local] Kizra@silentsentinel1: Watches Six as she watches the chef. Smiles as she leans against the bar [9:14] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: *takes two buns, slices. puts the two dogs in the buns. in one bun he adds fresh pepper, mayonnaise, scallions, and pecans* [9:15] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: in the other bun he puts in mashed sweet potato, scallions, ketchup and mustard* [9:15] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: *removes the pork and beans and puts in a plate and lets both plates cool, chops up some salad, adds mayonnaise. [9:16] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: For the lady. pork and beans. [9:16] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: tinyurl.com/nxrwmus[9:16] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: Coleslaw [9:16] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: tinyurl.com/kok6cnp[9:16] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: And a special treat, ballpark style hot dogs. [9:16] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: tinyurl.com/mtcphfa[9:16] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: With some chef's alterations. [9:16] [Local] Chris@cwinters79: Wouldyoulookitdatstuffhesmakin... [9:17] [Local] Tori@kalliestratis: "No." [9:17] [Local] Tiana@vitas33: did he just make gourmet stadium food? [9:17] [Local] Chris@cwinters79: I think he actually did. [9:18] Six of One@geralynrhig looks at the food with a slowly spreading smile of almost child-like delight and wonder. "Thank you." [9:18] [Local] Tiana@vitas33: is that allowed by the organian peace treaty? [9:18] [Local] Gahndsray@RasiTalon: do enjoy. [9:18] [Local] Kizra@silentsentinel1: "Well...Damn." [9:18] [Local] Chris@cwinters79: is that something we should care about? [9:18] [Local] Tiana@vitas33: i have no idea [9:19] Six of One@geralynrhig picks up the food, still smiling, and with a nod to Kizra, heads for a table.
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Post by norcaler on Jun 2, 2014 21:09:20 GMT
((Return of the Kiso Drink [TM]))
Vilaina@Starjumpersix: "No, I think someone's probably compling their curiosity questions for you."
Hope@grantoliver: "Literally little old me?"
Kiso@Keroji: "Harry, got a new thing for you to try." holds a PADD out to the barman. "it's called a 'Sudden Existance Failure'. Make it."
Vilaina@Starjumpersix: "...I am suddenly worried."
John Sanders@Norcaler gives Vil one of those looks.
Hope@grantoliver: "What about the...Grond gut..I can't say that word."
Hope@grantoliver: "I never swear."
Kiso@Keroji looks to Hope. "Grond Gut-Fucker? Too mild for me."
Hope@grantoliver: "Hah!"
Hope@grantoliver: "But really, you're going to hell."
Kiso@Keroji get his drink...Which seems to be in a state of non-existance itself. And probably volatile, since Harry was wearing a hazmat suit while making it.
John Sanders@Norcaler gives Vil another look.
Kiso@Keroji takes one sip, and...
((He vanished, by the way))
Vilaina@Starjumpersix: "Well that happened."
Hope@grantoliver double takes. "Where?"
John Sanders@Norcaler: "...I've heard stories and I thought most of them were BS..."
Hope@grantoliver waves his arms where Kiso last stood.
Hope@grantoliver: "Oh wow."
Hope@grantoliver: "It killed him"
Hope@grantoliver: "Called it."
Vilaina@Starjumpersix: "Odds are, he either went to Risa, or he just ceased to exist for a bit."
Hope@grantoliver raises his arms up into the air dramatically. "Why?!"
John Sanders@Norcaler: "...we're trying to compute odds based on a drink that makes people /VANISH/?!"
Kiso@Keroji reappears, with an empty glas, and looking much wetter than before.
Vilaina@Starjumpersix: "Precident."
Vilaina@Starjumpersix looks at Kiso, "Risa?"
Hope@grantoliver: "Uncle! You...thing!"
Hope@grantoliver: "What happened to you?"
Kiso@Keroji: "...I may have just travelled to Fluidic Space...It's...Wet..." blinks.
Hope@grantoliver: "I never knew that!"
Vilaina@Starjumpersix: "Right, and you weren't crushed by the pressure?"
Kiso@Keroji points at his empty glass. "This thing sent me on a transdimensional journy, and you want to nit-pick physics?!"
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Post by Geralyn on Jun 7, 2014 6:44:34 GMT
Some friends of the fleet gather with us on Risa, and lead to some interesting conversations...
[2:33] [Local] Shanna@shohashi1: pulls a cigar and photograph from her pocket looking over it.
[2:34] T'Saria@cypherpilot1 leans over and looks at the photo. "Hmm"
[2:35] T'Saria@cypherpilot1 peaks an eyebrow "Friend of yours Shanna?"
[2:36] [Local] Shanna@shohashi1: "Was....at one point."
[2:37] T'Saria@cypherpilot1 nods "Hmm, i didn't picture you as the sentimental type."
[2:37] [Local] Shanna@shohashi1: takes the photo to the fire lighting it and using it to light the cigar. "Nope."
[2:38] [Local] Arakne@firebringeraxel1: [[Hahaha]]
[2:38] T'Saria@cypherpilot1 smirks and nods "Yeah didn't think so."
[2:38] [Local] Shanna@shohashi1: tosses the burning photo in the fire and hands the cigar to T'Saria. "Hold this. I'll...be right back."
[2:40] T'Saria@cypherpilot1 takes a puff off Shanna's Cigar while she's gone and shakes her head.
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Post by firebringeraxel on Jun 18, 2014 2:46:27 GMT
Each performance from the talent show minus the crowds (ran out of room so there'll be a separate post for T'Kor)
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Elena@Baldeale: "Ladies and Lords! I stand before you in order to show you the glittering wonders and the dark mysteries of magic! Behold the power of the unknown, the irresistible depths of mystery!"
Elena@Baldeale: *She raises her hollywood style wand, her dark outfit billowing in the wind, before a comical look of surprise and fear passes her face* "But where is my assistant? I can not begin without her!"
Elena@Baldeale: *She begins to look around the floor for her assistant, putting the wizard hat down beside her, desperately searching for something*
H'rela@Emulator: *Loosk to the audience she is part of* "It's not me this time, I swear."
Elena@Baldeale: "Oh! There you are, little rascal! Trying to sabotage my act!" *She picks up her wizard hat again, and under the hat the pink, fluffy puppy is revealed to be sitting* "Come! We have no time to waste!"
Elena@Baldeale: *With Twizzler found, she reaches deep into the hat, rummaging in it until she pulls out an obviously fake plush tribble.*
Elena@Baldeale: "Now watch as I turn the tribble into frog!" *She waves the wand, which begins to emit a stream of green sparks. She bops the tribble with it, and in a flash of green light, it turns into a toy frog*
T'Kor@hszmv: KILL THE TRIBBLE!
H'rela@Emulator: "Only a Klingon would object to Tribbles being in the act."
Elena@Baldeale: *The transformed frog leaps from her hand, skidding along the floor* "It is escaping! Get it, my trusty apprentice!"
H'rela@Emulator: "Go on, Twizz! Get it!"
Elena@Baldeale: *Twizzler pounces after the fake frog, the toy's eyes glowing green as it leaps across the tiles, the puppy growling as she pursues it.*
Elena@Baldeale: *With a deft movement of her wand, the frog jumps over a chair. Twizzler rushes around it, and leaps to catch the toy mid air, landing with the frog between her jaws*
Elena@Baldeale: *The pink pup shakes her head hard, trying to kill the toy frog, before bringing it back to Pal* "Good girl....but now things are getting dark..." *She puts away the toy, and whips her wand. *
Elena@Baldeale: *The wand turns into a long stemmed flower, which she gives to Twizzler to hold* "Go to safety, my apprentice!"
Elena@Baldeale: *With the flower in her jaws, the puppy rushes over to Hrela, and Pal throws the mage hat down*
H'rela@Emulator: *She smiles, kneelding down and picking up the pink puppy*
Elena@Baldeale: *Suddenly Pal does not seem jolly at all. A cold wind blows trough the bar, and she slaps her hands together* "Arcanatum energis!" *She chants, a ball of red fire forming between her hands*
Elena@Baldeale: *She throws the ball of fire to the ground, where it shatters into ten red spears of flame, which begin to orbit the woman in tight, upwards spirals*
Elena@Baldeale: *Small patches of ice begin to form on her clothes and in her hair as the spears of fire converge above her head. She claps her hands around them, returning them into the ball of red fire*
Elena@Baldeale: *With an effort of will, she hurls the ball of fire up into the air. A hundred meters above the resort it explodes into a vivid ball of crimson flame, painting everything red for a moment*
Elena@Baldeale: *The fireball begins to disperse into a shower of bright red sparks, and Pal bows deeply, her legs visibly trembling*
Elena@Baldeale bows.
Elena@Baldeale: "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen...." *Local telepaths or psionics may get a feeling of power from the fireball, and she picks up her wizard hat to hurriedly walk over to the table*
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H'rela@Emulator: "Wow. Top that." *She looks to the Judges and gestures at Pal*
H'rela@Emulator: "Nevertheless, I will make the attempt. My props will be here momenterally, but for your entertainment. A little magic trick."
H'rela@Emulator: "From this bundled cloth" *She holds up said bundled cloth* "I will present to you now, four Feathered-Tiki monkeys!"
H'rela@Emulator: *The Cloth is then unfuirled, held opend for all to see... with a huge hole in the middle of it. Var notices the huge hole after a double-take*
H'rela@Emulator: "They've escaped again." *She scrunches the cloth up and throws it away*
H'rela@Emulator: "But seriously though, Ladies and gentlemen, my act isn't Magic. My act is, in fact, Poetry."
H'rela@Emulator: *As she finishes that, a table and box appear beside Var. The box holdign an assortment of hats*
H'rela@Emulator: "Now so complex is the Poem's ensamble, that I will play all the characters by wearing different hats."
H'rela@Emulator: "So now, Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you the poem: 'New Years Eve'."
H'rela@Emulator: *She then takes position hehind the table*
H'rela@Emulator: “T'was New Year's Eve at Armstong's. A Happy mob was there. The bar was packed to busting and lots of noise filled the air.”
H'rela@Emulator: “In amongst all this Gaiety, a door swung open wide. In walked in a torn and tattered tramp.” *She rummages around the box for a moment, producing and placing a tattered felt hat on her head*
H'rela@Emulator: “'Happy New Year folks', he cried.”
H'rela@Emulator: “The crowd turned to the Tramp and laughed, and some began to jeer. But a Sailor stood at the bar then said.” *She quickly replaces the Tramp hat with a Sailor's hat*
H'rela@Emulator: “'Ship Ahoy, mate. Have a beer'.”
H'rela@Emulator: *Quickly replaces back to the Tramp hat* “'I thank you, son.' The tramp replied. The beer and me are through. I'll never touch another drop. But I'll split a bottle of Rum with you.”
H'rela@Emulator: *She then removes the Tramp's hat, quickly replacing it with a Bowler hat* “Then up jumped a Banker, who happened to be there. 'Throw Him out!' the Banker cried, 'He contaminates the air!'.”
H'rela@Emulator: *The Bowler is replaced with the Sailor hat* “Them's harsh words.' The sailor said.” *Quickly back to the Bowler hat* “The Banker said 'So what!?'.”
H'rela@Emulator: *She then rummages for a second before pulling out and donning an oversized Stetson hat* “And then a Cowboy said 'You Aiming to be shot?'”
H'rela@Emulator: *She goes to continue, but now looks confused, as if she's forgotten the next line* “Are you aiming to be shot?”
H'rela@Emulator: *Moments later, Var begins to recite the poem to herself from the beginning. Donning, in quick succession, the Tramp Hat, the Sailor hat, Tramp hat again.*
H'rela@Emulator: *To the crowd* “I won't be a second.”
H'rela@Emulator: *She resumes the self-recital, donning the Bowler, Sailor, Bowler again, then the Stetson*
H'rela@Emulator: “Oh yes!” *She rummages around, pulling out an old Army officer hat, quickly donning it* “Then a Soldier jumped up and said 'This ain't no time to fight!'”
H'rela@Emulator: *Quickly replaces with the Sailor Hat* “The Sailor said 'you're right.'”
H'rela@Emulator: *Then quickly replaces with the Bowler* “And the Banker, he said 'Well all right.'”
H'rela@Emulator: *The Bowler goes back into the box and Var begins to rummage again “Then, up jumped a woman.” *She then promptly dons a woman's frilly bonnet hat, then pauses for a moment for the audience's response*
H'rela@Emulator: “And stared at the Tramp. 'My Goodness! it's Sam!' she cried with fright. And her face went white.” *the bonnet comes off and Var rummages again*
H'rela@Emulator: “'Who's Sam?'.” *Moments later, Var dons a ye olde Fireman's Helmet* “A Fireman asked.” *Undons the Helmet and puts it back in the box*
H'rela@Emulator: “And the tramp-- Where's the tramp gone?” *She rummages for a few seconds, trying to dig out the long-forgotten tramp hat from the beginning of the poem* “Ah, there he is.” *Dons the Tramp Hat*
H'rela@Emulator: “I'm Sam.” The Tramp cried, “And that Painted Woman, is my Promised Bride!”
H'rela@Emulator: “Nuts! Don't make me laugh!.” *She rummages for a few seconds* “Oh don't make me laugh...” *She eventually pulls out the Fireman Helmet* “The Tr-pfft. The Fireman said.>
H'rela@Emulator: < You cannot wed that Horse!”
H'rela@Emulator: “'Why not?' Replied the Tramp.” *She quickly swaps for the Tramp's hat* “We never were divorced!” *Promptly un-don's the Tramp Hat*
H'rela@Emulator: “'It's a lie!'” *Pulls out the Bonnet again* “The woman shouted.” *Quickly swaps out for the Tramp Hat* “'It's the Truth!' The Tramp yelled out.”
H'rela@Emulator: “'Hold Everything!'... yes.” *She's rummaging again for another long forgotten hat buried in the box, pulling out the Soldier hat* “Said the Soldier.”
H'rela@Emulator: *Removes the hat* “And the fireman said--” *Goes to put the Helmet on again, instead, in the excitement, clocks herself on the forehead with said headware* “Ooof!”
H'rela@Emulator: *She sways for a moment to recover her bearings, beggign the audience's patience for a moment as she produces he communicator, flipping it open*
H'rela@Emulator: “Thought I asked you to pad the rim of the Fireman's Helmet.".”
H'rela@Emulator: “It's dangerous. I could've sliced my head open on it.” *To the crowd* “You could've cut your head wide open with that.”
H'rela@Emulator: *She sighs to herself, snaps the Communicator shut and puts the Helmet on* “Then the fireman said 'I'll kill that pup!'.”
H'rela@Emulator: “Ooh! Ahh!” *She rummages around the box a little more* “'A tough Guy!'” *Then dons a WW2 Pilot's cap, comedic ear-flaps and all* “Said a Pilot, who was standing at the bar.”
H'rela@Emulator: *For some comedic effect, she flaps the ears of the cap for the Crowd to see*
H'rela@Emulator: “The Cowbow.” *Quickly switches the Pilot for the Stetson* “Hit the Fireman.”
H'rela@Emulator: *Quick change to the Fireman Helmet* “Then the Fireman hit the floor. He got up quick, looked to the woman and said, 'I was a mug for you to fall'.” *removes the helmet*
H'rela@Emulator: “Then he hit her. 'My gosh!' She screamed.” *Dons the bonnet and then cries out as meekly as she can* “Arrgh.” *Quickly removes the Bonnet “And then the Fight was free for all!”
H'rela@Emulator: *Puts on a French Berret* “In rushed a Frenchman.” *Quick-change to a Schoolboy cap* “A little School boy.”
H'rela@Emulator: *Then picks up a Hirogen Helmet* “Dunno what he's doing in this show.” *Promptly chucks the helmet over her shoulder.*
H'rela@Emulator: “Then all of a sudden, they heard a policeman's whistle.” *Nothing but momentary Silence* “They heard a Policeman's whistle.”
H'rela@Emulator: *Again, awkward silence. She then walks off stage, toward someone out of view* “They heard a Policeman's whistle!”
H'rela@Emulator: *THEN the whistle sound is heard. Var walking back to the stage, gesturing to aid* “Isn't he marvellous ladies and gentlemen. It's all he had to do.” *Looks back toward the aid*
H'rela@Emulator: “And he's wearing make-up and all!”
H'rela@Emulator: *Places an Antiquated Policeman's hat on afterward* “Then a Policeman came in and nicked the whole damn bunch. Thank you very much, Goodbye!”
H'rela@Emulator: "Thank you."
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Vilaina@Starjumpersix looks around, "Damn, still no Jesse? Chensa, you need to keep a grip on his leash when he comes back!" She teases a bit. "So up next is Sindari!"
Sindari@khaoskrow winces and downs the last of her liquid courage.
Sindari@khaoskrow strips down to her suit.
Sindari@khaoskrow: "I... apologise for the last minute entry. I'll be performing a dance from my Universe. To my knowledge, no one's ever performed it here."
Sindari@khaoskrow: "And... it's been easily forty years since I've done this so please, bear with me."
Sindari@khaoskrow sets a small device on the ground and scans the faces of the audience for her Caitian then slumps slightly.
Sindari@khaoskrow taps the device and steps back.
Sindari@khaoskrow sighs and does her best to relax as the music starts, trembling ever so slightly. The curious chords of a symphony that sounds vaguely Romulan tinkles and cascades out of the device as she begins +
Sindari@khaoskrow: to move. Slowly and hesitantly at first but quickly picking up speed and confidance as some very old training takes over. Her body twists and she spins +
Sindari@khaoskrow: nimbly on her feet, her arms and hands making precise motions and gestures as the music swells and picks up speed. More instruments join in and she closes her eyes, letting the music control her body.
Sindari@khaoskrow: She contorts, spins, prances, and even flips with a catlike fluid precision as the odd dance continues. Every so often, she makes a mistake. A slip and slight stumble here, a flick of the wrist there
Sindari@khaoskrow: , but she continues as if not noticing. Sweat pours down her body and she pants as the music reaches a final crescendo then cuts out with a final jarring chord.
Sindari@khaoskrow: She lands on her feet and bends at the hip, both arms out to her sides and finders splayed, one foot tracing a half circle around her as she performs a traditional bow not ever seen in this Galaxy +
Sindari@khaoskrow: before. She holds the pose, sweat dripping off her nose, utterly motionless.
Sindari@khaoskrow straightens up and wipes her eyes then smiles. "Thank you..."
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Ardet@12guageshotgun: *clearing her throat she presses her hands together* I was going to sing a song, an old poem from the crimean war
Ardet@12guageshotgun: a little background on this poem, the charge of the light brigade
Ardet@12guageshotgun: It is dedicated to the british light brigade, more than 600 of whom died in a single military action. Despite the fact that they knew these orders were a death sentence, they followed them, and are +
Ardet@12guageshotgun: honored in poem and song as one of the most loyal and brave soldiers of the former british empire.
Ardet@12guageshotgun: *clearing her throat again she steps forward*
Ardet@12guageshotgun: Half a league, half a leage half a league onward, All in the valley of Death rode the six hundred!
Ardet@12guageshotgun: Forward the Light Brigade, Charge for the guns he said, into the valley of Death rode the six hundred
Ardet@12guageshotgun: *she raises her voice, closing her eyes as she begins to sing louder, overcoming her nerves*
Ardet@12guageshotgun: Forward the light brigade, was there a man Dismayed? no though the soldiers knew, someone had blundered!
Ardet@12guageshotgun: Theirs not to make Reply, Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die, into the valley of death rode the six hundred!
Ardet@12guageshotgun: *her voice reaches full volume, her eyes open as she gets closer to the fire, each sylable clear and filled with fire*
Ardet@12guageshotgun: cannnon to the right of them, cannon to the left of them cannon in front of them volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, boldly they rode and well into the jaws of death, into the +
Ardet@12guageshotgun: the mouth of hell rode the six hundred! Flashed all their sabres bare, Flashed as they turned in air, Sabring the gunners there, charging an army while all the world wondered, plunged in the battery +
Ardet@12guageshotgun: right through the line they broke, Cossack and Russsian reeled from the sabre stroke, shattered and sundered, then they rode back but not the six hundred!!
Ardet@12guageshotgun: *she clears her throat and catches her breath before calmly speaking* there are a couple more verses to the song, but I am a bit out of breath..
Ardet@12guageshotgun: *smiles and nods at chesna, clearing her throat before she starts nervously again*
Ardet@12guageshotgun: Cannon to the right of them, cannon to the left of them, cannon behind them volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell, they that had fought so well came through
Ardet@12guageshotgun: the jaws of death, back from the mouth of hell, all that was left of them, left of six hundred!
Ardet@12guageshotgun: *she lowers her voice, more humble and nostalgic for this last verse* When can their glory fade? Oh the wild charge they made! all the world wondered. Honour the charge they made!, honor the light +
Ardet@12guageshotgun: brigade, noble six hundred!
Ardet@12guageshotgun: *she stops, holding that last line for several moments before stopping and catching her breath. and there you have it... yes I can sing, and the charge of the light brigade
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Jesse@silentsentinel1: Taking a deep breath he stuck the fiddle under his chin. Tuning it slightly he begin. Jesse@silentsentinel1: The Devil went down to Georgia. He was loookin for a soul to steal.
Jesse@silentsentinel1: He wias in a bind cause he was way behind He was willing to make a deal. WHen he came acreoss this young man sawin on a fiddle and playin it hot. ANd the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said boy
Jesse@silentsentinel1: Let me tell you what." Sawing harder on the fiddle sweat begin to drip down his forehead as he closed his eyes and tapped to the beat
Jesse@silentsentinel1: I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due. I'll bet a fiddle
Jesse@silentsentinel1: Of gold against your soul cause I think I'm better than you." Rocking back and fourth now he contiuned as the pace of the song increased
Jesse@silentsentinel1: The boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin, But I'll take your bet; and you're gonna regret 'cause I'm the best there's ever been. Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard Cause
Jesse@silentsentinel1: Hells broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals in herd/ And if you you get this shiny fiddle of gold. But if you lose the devil gets your soul." Sweat flowed down his face now as he got even more
Jesse@silentsentinel1: Into it. His foot would stop the ground and he would lean forward almost entering the fire.
Jesse@silentsentinel1: The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show." And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss
Jesse@silentsentinel1: And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss
Jesse@silentsentinel1: When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son, But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done." "Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
Jesse@silentsentinel1: The Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.
Jesse@silentsentinel1: The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat. And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again I done
Jesse@silentsentinel1: told you once—you son of a bitch—I'm the best that's ever been And he played: "Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;
Jesse@silentsentinel1: The chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough. Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no. Finishing the song finally he lowered the fiddle and bowed slightly before wiping the Sweat from his face.
Jesse@silentsentinel1 Bows again. "Thank you all."
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Post by firebringeraxel on Jun 18, 2014 2:48:42 GMT
Lastly; but definitely not least, T'Kor's brilliant parody (( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCyLO3rsCMA )) The nacelles glow bright against the stars tonight not a warp trail to be seen./ A ship starts decloaking and Tomelak is on the screen The claxons are blaring as a the alert turns to a red light/ Time to raise the shields, arm the torpedoes for the fight. The crew looks to me, the want to see/ What my next move will be They reveal there is no deal, the Romulan's intent's shown/ Make the orders KNOOOOWN! Make it So, Make it So/ Belay that order from my Number One! Make it So, Make it So/ Being Captain is so much fun Now do exactly what I say/ Someone shut Wesley up Command never bothered me anyway It's funny how the Klingons, never fight us anymore/ Accept when they want to put Worf's ass on the floor It's time to lead against the cube/ The borg queen is such a boob No nanites, no probes, no drones, for meeee/ I'm freeee! Make it So, Make it So/ I am Captain of the Enterprise Make it So, Make it So/ Deana can sense your lies On this bridge, I will stand and stay/ Someone shut Wesley Up... I give my shirt a tug as I sternly rise./ And make a speech about humans that tears up Data's eyes And my crew trusts me implicitly through and through/ I'm never stepping down except for that buisness with Q Make it So, Make it So/ And I'll save the Federation from certain doom Make it So, Make it So/ Then have Berverly in my ready room Here I stand, giving orders all daaaay/ Someone shut WESLEY UUUUUUUP! Command never bothered me anyway. Qapla'!
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Post by starjumpersix on Jun 24, 2014 0:12:33 GMT
[8:08] Vilaina@Starjumpersix smirks, "Alright. No worries. I don't think we'll need anything huge today anyway."
[8:08] [Local] Vilaina@Starjumpersix: "Just a couple of waterballoons."
[8:09] Sindari@khaoskrow laughs. "I think Pal keeps a couple in her Bikini top."
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Post by Tiana on Aug 24, 2014 22:19:35 GMT
Overheard at Quarks:
Tiana@vitas33: well, trill are more complicated.
Amber@harestrike: Anything with free will is
Kalris@anamarvelo: "True, the death of a trill host is still death, for vorta its mearly time to get a new body"
Tiana@vitas33: the memories of the host live on in the symbiote
Kalris@anamarvelo: "Yes, but that host will never live again....who he was may live on, but he or she will not, while when i die, my memore will be put into a new clone of myself, and i will keep on living"
Tiana@vitas33: you hope.
Kalris@anamarvelo: *nods* but i dought that i will be left to remain dead not after my.....upgrades..."
Tiana@vitas33: look, they're impressive, but not all men go for those kind of implants.
Amber@harestrike coughs.
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