Tables, Dances, and Poles, oh my!

[BrowderChick]

Contrary to popular belief, pink isnt my fave color either. :lol

[scrape_medic]

I used to have a recurring nightmare about two giant bears in my mum's back garden.....maybe thats why I don;t like watching Grizzly Adams

[kechara420]

I used to have a recurring nightmare about two giant bears in my mum's back garden.....maybe thats why I don;t like watching Grizzly Adams:lol Scrape ...

[BrowderChick]

Im not sure I want to know why they were there. :D

[kechara420]

And what were they doing? Having a tea party? Were they wearing pretty bear-dresses?

[scrape_medic]

No they would walk menacingly down the garden and the only way I could get away from them was to skit past them and into my neighbours back garden......thenI would climb through the chainlink fence in their garden and find myself in dark rainy street and head for the swimming baths.

And the weird thing is...we don't have bears in London.

[kechara420]

You don't have bears in London. Yeah, THAT'S the wierd thing about this :spin: ...

[scrape_medic]

:lol

[kechara420]

:lol :hug:

[BrowderChick]

Well she does have bears...just the human form. :lol

[kechara420]

Human bears. Do you mean, like, those grizzly mountain men type humans? They have those over there in London? Huh. Never knew that ...

[BrowderChick]

Im not sure they would look like the ones we have here though. ;)

[scrape_medic]

I don't about the mountain type, but the ones we have are furry and fairly grizzly....:dunno:

[Mazinkaiser]

What's LB doing in London?

[kechara420]

Maz, you're just *too* funny ...

Scrape ... it's nice to know we don't have a corner on the grizzly-man market :D ...

[BrowderChick]

Maz.... last I heard LB said in Join Me that he shaved. :eek:

OMG !!!!!!! He's running nekked through London?

[kechara420]

:eek: Oh my ...

[kechara420]

Hey trin, I notice you've changed your avatar again ... what are those, dancing hampsters? Gerbils? Chipmunks?

[trinamick]

Yeah, my computer's back to behaving a little better, so I switched to dancing hamsters. Here (http://www.hampsterdance.com/hampsterdanceredux.html) is their song. :D

[scrape_medic]

Maz, you're just *too* funny ...

Scrape ... it's nice to know we don't have a corner on the grizzly-man market :D ...True..but I do corner the market in having to have them as my patients..........mainly drunk, grizzly and surprisingly furry

[trubador]

Just to let you all know that I haven't forgotten about continuing my unrealized reality storyline. What with the pope's passing, and with FMD being down for three days and all that. I hope to get a post or two in here by this Sunday.

[kechara420]

Good, because the thread need some major padding ... BC's all freaked because SOME PEOPLE are trying to surpass Tables' count in another thread ...

[kechara420]

Oh, and we also want to read some more of the story :lol ...

[trubador]

sure... i'm nothin' but a post pad to you.... :P

[kechara420]

I didn't say that! You're OH SO MUCH more ;) ...

[Mazinkaiser]

"Some people"? Sure some us might be mainly drunk, grizzly and surprisingly furry, but we have names.

[Mazinkaiser]

and we will take over ;)

[BrowderChick]

trubs story is worthy ;)

Trin...I LOVE that site and if you remeber right..there are a few others that "dance" as well in there. :lol

And Tables still rules. You might make it past us with post counts but the entertainment will always be.... whats the word I looking for? *lech*able? :lol

[scrape_medic]

Maz...you're not that guy who calls us from the same phone box every evening, mainly drunk, very grizzly and exceedingly furry are you?

[Mazinkaiser]

:innocent:

[Lord Loser]

I erm... I mean... :sweaty:

Oh, yeah right! Maz... you shouldn't do such things...

[Mazinkaiser]

I think shes on to us....

[scrape_medic]

stop it will ya........

[kechara420]

:g2f: You tell 'em, scrape ...

[BrowderChick]

I think it was the heavy breathing that gave them away. :lol

[kechara420]

:rollin: Ya think?

[BrowderChick]

Well I was thinking of getting something together to put up for the story later tonight. :yes:

[scrape_medic]

Bout bloody time..LOL

[kechara420]

Once I catch up, maybe I could jump in too?

[BrowderChick]

I figured the EP isnt going to do one. :dunno:

And we do have a RESCUE to complete.

Thinking i should bring some Twinkies or something...they must be getting hungry by now. :lol

[BrowderChick]

Once I catch up, maybe I could jump in too?
Let me try to think of a way to work another character in. :D

[kechara420]

MUST complete the rescue! :yes:

[kechara420]

Let me try to think of a way to work another character in. :DI'll try my best to get caught up this weekend, so I'll be ready. I'll let you know if I have any thoughts on maybe adding me a character ...

[BrowderChick]

Poor, poor LL.... What those creatures must be doing to him. Poor poor Kel.. Shes probably tried to at least kick one of their asses by now. And what about ol' Humpf. Such a shame.

Yeah..I have some writing to do tonight. :D

[kechara420]

Damn ... MUST catch up on this story!

[Lord Loser]

*Snap*. *Snap*. *Snap*...




oh yes... and *Snap* :D

[BrowderChick]

Im working on it. :yes:

[I-am-so-Johns-girl]

OK....I'm back...what did I miss????? :rolleyes:

[kechara420]

Just a little of this, and a little of that ...

[scrape_medic]

Just a little of this, and a little of that ...
A little bit of OOH and a lot of AHH

[kechara420]

:rollin: Ok, what scrape said ...

[I-am-so-Johns-girl]

:spew:

[BrowderChick]

<-------was a good girl. :yes:

[scrape_medic]

You are not! (especially if you don't have a bit of a story thing going on and posted here by the end of the evening.....

[BrowderChick]

:lol I really an working on it. I need to find some more info that I can use. Yes...research... It will be interesting though. :yes:

[kechara420]

Research? We don't need no stinkin' research!

[I-am-so-Johns-girl]

*Insert foot tapping smilie here.

[BrowderChick]

I have two things to research and then my post will go up. :D

I need a little help though on one part of it. SCRAPE!!!!!!!!!!! :D

[scrape_medic]

Wha?!

[BrowderChick]

:D

[kechara420]

Looking forward to it ...

[Kathleen]

*rubs hands together gleefully*

Once BC gets her post up, maybe just MAYBE I can work on one. With all the RL things going on right now, I"m doing good to even get near a computer!!!

[BrowderChick]

:hug: We are getting closer. :yes:

[kechara420]

*rubs hands together gleefully*

Once BC gets her post up, maybe just MAYBE I can work on one. With all the RL things going on right now, I"m doing good to even get near a computer!!!:hug: Hang in there, hon. (Notice how I refrained from typing "sweetie" there! :D)

[BrowderChick]

"Frun!!! I can see them!"

"Where?"

"Right there!!"

"Kat!!! LL!!!"

"BC!! Look out behind you!!"

"BC.....BC......BC"

"BC...BC..."

"NO!! NOOOO!!!!"

"BC!!"

Jumping awake, the images flashed again briefly before disappearing. The haze of sleep still clouded her mind. "Where are they?"

"Where are who?"

"They were just here."

"Who was just here?"

"No she wasn't."

"Damnit girl, stop that!"

"Kat, LL and Ol' Humphrey. They were just here."

"We are still on the plane. It was just a dream."

She looked around and started to recognize her surroundings. "It wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare. There was blood."

"Blood?"

"Demons. Them."

The screams, the blasts from the weapons, the smell. It was the smell. That was what set it all out. Charred flesh. A smell she remembered all too well. But the screams. They were not from them. These were human screams. A sound she would never forget. Never.

She looked around the plane. She could see that the men had gathered again. Probably making plans. Plans that were sure to fail. Those men had no idea what they were about to face. Just hope that the nightmare doesn't become a reality.

She was now fully awake and looking toward the window. The sky was a bright blue. An innocent, pale blue. All too soon, looking at that sky will be the last thing on her mind. Frun sat facing her. Still holding her shoulders. Watching her.

"Frun, they wont succeed."

"But we will."

"How? They wont let us near the island."

"Don't worry about that."

She was about to ask what he had up his sleeve but at that moment the General strolled up to them. On his face was a very pleased yet smug expression. She reached behind her to make sure the weapons were still there.

"Don't worry, my dear, they are still there." Leaning in closer, his expression darkens. "For now."

"Over my dead body."

"Temper, temper."

Seeing the tensions start and knowing what she is about to do, Frun steps in between them and edges her back down on the bench. "So how much longer til we land?"

"The island should be in sight now. Won't be long." He kept his eyes on BC. "Thats quite an interesting weapon you have there. My man says that he has never seen anything like it before."

Glaring back at him, she raises her chin in defiance. "And you never will again."

Just then, one of the men stepped in with a much needed interuption. "Sir! We have something to show you."

He leads them back to his station where he points out locations on the radar. "We are flying above the desired target but nothing is showing up but a strange magnetic pull." He points to the radar again. "This is where the island should be."

Frun glances at BC. "Not a word. Not even a sound.", he whispered to her. She looks back at him and shrugs. She is just as mystified as they are at the lack of a target. She hopes he knows what he's doing.

The General, looking closely at the screen, asks, "Where is the landing field?"

"On that island there. Thats the signal from the base." Pointing out to the left, "These are the signals from the carrier."

"But no island? How can that be?" He walks over to the table where the maps are laid out with flags marking the planned attack. "It shows the location right here."

"Sir, nothing shows on the radar but a void."

"As soon as we land, get me in contact with the carrier. Immediatly!"

"Yes sir!"

The General slams his fist down on the map. The flags jump in all directions. "This was the information Agent Scrape gave!" Anger clearing showing on his face. "I will not tolerate false information."

Frun takes BC back to the benches. "Gather everything up and make sure your things are secure. Be prepared to make a fast exit if need be."

Sitting down on the bench, she reaches under the backpack for the box that contains the book. Opening the lid to make sure its there, she notices a sweet smell. The worn leather is warm when she moves her fingers over the embossed design on the cover. "Frun?"

"Not now."

"Frun."

"Not now!"

A voice on a speaker announced the timing and destination of the landing.

"Frun. It happened again."

She grabs his arm and he turns to face her. He sees the expression and then looks at the book. She had opened it to the last page. Her eyes were wide. "Well? What is it?"

There on fresh, new sheet of papryus was a mixture of ancient and modern text. She ran her fingers across the page as she read aloud the the words of a new passage.

Khafre welcomed this year the messengers from the gods, in equal measure of the male and female deity. Two each of his representatives, have come to bless upon the mighty pharaoh knowledge and wisdom, born as their gift. The alchemist, the scholar, the protector of right, the revenger of evil all where made free of liberty to the house of Khafre.

[scrape_medic]

Ooh tension at twenty thousand feet.....:eek:

[BrowderChick]

No one touches my big guns! :lol

[trubador]

That's what she said.

[BrowderChick]

:roflmao: You know what I meant.

[who45]

"Where are who?"

"They were just here."

"Who was just here?"

"No she wasn't."

"Damnit girl, stop that!"

:lol....great post BC :aok:

[I-am-so-Johns-girl]

Most excellent post BeeeCeee!!!! :hug2: :aok:

[who45]

Just came across the cutest smilie...or dancing bunny rather. :D http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v441/Who45/bunny.gif

[I-am-so-Johns-girl]

I think that bunny is getting ready to do a lap dance! :roflmao: Oh my! :P

[who45]

:lol

[La Bomba]

And Girlie knows a lapdance when she sees one! :flee:

[BrowderChick]

:spew: Its adorable!!!! :D

[I-am-so-Johns-girl]

Don't worry LB...I ain't gonna hitcha....even though you deserve it! :P :roflmao:
*Selena can fwap you...squeeeee! :trout:

[Kathleen]

There's another sound. Not just a sound. Vibration seethes through the weakened fibers of my muscles. My senses are enhanced. I know the elixir wore off God knows how long ago, but I feel the charge again. It takes a while for me to realize the feelings... the sensations... It's an electric feeling, and it suddenly slams into me. I sit up, barely able to contain the scream that pushes through my parched, raw throat. I move over to him.

"They're here. Well, they're sort of here."

He sighs deeply.

"No, Kat. They aren't here. We're alone. You're hallucinating. Please don't do this again. Not again."

With my eyes adjusted to the almost pitch dark room, I see his head droop. I see the sadness... the resignation... the ... defeat. It takes only a moment for me to also see that he won't be able to tolerate another........taking. I close my eyes and with all the strength I have left, I concentrate on BC. I search and.... THERE... she's there. With wild exultation tinged with horror, I reach deep inside and throw my will outwards. In my mind's eye, I recount the seemingly forgotten time we have spent there. I "show" BC the horrors, the fears, the screams and the blood. Gods, there's always so much blood. I imagine the scent of all of it; the sight of it; the stench that pervades every movement.

When the last reserves of my energy are spent, and I collapse against the wall, he comes to me. He sits next to me, too weak to do anything more than rest a comforting hand on my arm.

"Now she knows. All of it. I hope it's enough. Maybe, just maybe, it'll be enough to guide her here. It was so strange though. I don't remember it being so hard. It was like trying to break through a vacuum to get to her."

"Kat. You were only out for a moment. That's not enough time. You're imagining things. I know... God, how I know.. how much you want out of here. But no one's coming. We're all that's left. You have to accept that.

"NO!", I hoarsely scream, "She got it. She got it all. I felt the connection. Don't you see? That's what the vibration was. She's out there. She's on some kind of craft. I don't know if it's a plane or a boat or what, but she's close!! How else would I be able to sense her? Tell me!!! HOW?!?"

For the first time in as long as my memory permits, I feel the fire. Looking into his eyes, I see it there, too. Suddenly, without warning, a voice comes from out of the darkness.

"The young lady is correct. There is someone coming. I, too, feel the difference in the air. I am surprised, young man, that you don't sense it. You have generally been the most intuitive of the group. Perhaps if you will search deep enough, it will show itself to you, as well. Now, if you two don't mind, I am but an old man trying to get some rest. I do believe that all the strength my tired soul has left will soon be put to the test."

Once the initial shock wore off of hearing Ol' Humphrey's voice again, he looks at me, his eyes conveying that he would at least try and search for what the old man had been talking about.

I lay my head back against the wall, closing my eyes. Not much longer. No matter if it was all a hallucination and he was the only sane one left in the room, it was almost over.

[BrowderChick]

WOW!!!!!! :aok:

See? I TOLD YOU SO!!!!!! IM COMING!!!!!

[kechara420]

Grrrrr ... must. read. whole. story.

[Alexxia]

I know what you mean. You get sidetracked, and then your computer blows up taking all your bookmarks, so you don't know where you left off...or maybe that's just me.

[trinamick]

Great job, guys! :aok:

[BrowderChick]

Yet another tooth denied to me. :(

Cami had it when she went to class but at 11am I asked her where it was and she didnt even know she lost it. :lol

So the Tooth Fairy has to go searching her school to find it. :D

[kechara420]

Is this the same one that's been bothering her for the past couple of weeks?

[BrowderChick]

Yep :yes:

For 3 days now its been pointing straight out but wouldnt come loose. When I took her to school this morning I tried to pull it and it wouldnt come. I told her to keep her mouth closed but obviously that didnt work. :lol

She had breakfast in the cafeteria then gym. It could be anywhere. :dunno: Its ok though. She was so thrilled when I told her she lost it. She had no clue. Im thinking its more likely in the gym or she lost it at breakfast.

Now when she gets home I can teach her how to squirt water through it. :D

[kymom5613]

ROFL!!! The things that we teach our children!!!

[BrowderChick]

And thats why I have an ID Badge around my neck and work at an Elementery School. :lol

I just remember that as a kid. My brother taught me how to do that and it was alot of fun. :innocent:

[scrape_medic]

great post Kathleen.....Ol'humphrey speaks LOL......:applaud::applaud:


And BC, I think Cami might have had a bit more for breakfast than you think...:lol

[La Bomba]

Ahem...

We, the staff employees of President_screenname, hereby formally invite all of you to attend our celebration on the Join Me in 2004 thread.

Black tie preferred, but not required.

What are we celebrating? Why, the fact that we are now the top thread in the UT's, of course.:flee:

[NYPinTA]

Black tie preferred, but not required.



But pants are required, LB!

[generic_screenname]

I do not condone such one-upery and promise that anyone affiliated with the Join Me Now thread who says anything along the lines of "neener, neener, neener!" or any alternate spelling thereof will be thoroughly caned. I have taken the liberty of caning La Bomba as a precautionary measure.

[scrape_medic]

But we all lnow that LB likes to be spanked......

[La Bomba]

Somehow, it's just not the same when administered by g_s.:no:

Wanna have a try, scrape?:lech:

[kechara420]

Black tie preferred, but not required.
But pants are required, LB!Well, it looks like I'll have to pass, then ...

[scrape_medic]

Somehow, it's just not the same when administered by g_s.:no:

Wanna have a try, scrape?:lech:Going to have to make you wait there for a moment LB...got to go to bed now........tomorrow maybe;)

[generic_screenname]

Everthing has to be about sex with you, doesn't it LB? Might I remind you that caning innuendo in punishable by caning? From a big hair man named Eugene?

[kechara420]

Really? Could be my cheap thrill of the week ...

[La Bomba]

:eek:

I'd like to formally apologize to scrape medic, her family, friends, relatives, acquaintances, and anyone who has ever come in contact with her.

Now please call off Eugene, g_s. Please?!

[kechara420]

Everthing has to be about sex with you, doesn't it LB? Might I remind you that caning innuendo in punishable by caning? From a big hair man named Eugene?And what's wrong with a little innuendo? Sex is good! Innuendo is good! Flirting is good! Nekkid is good! :woohoo:

[generic_screenname]

That's it. Hit her like she's a hacky sack, Eugene.

[who45]

Great post Kel. :applaud:

[kechara420]

That's it. Hit her like she's a hacky sack, Eugene.:lech: ooooohhhhhh ... Eugene ... yeah baby ...

[who45]

Who felt as if all the air had left her lungs. She could not move even if all the Demons had suddenly burst into the room to claim her life. When Abb had told her that he had someone he wanted her to meet, she thought maybe it was someone he had befriended or maybe even Grinadel, but she never expected it would be him.

' Father?'

Her voice did not even sound her own. So many emotions were tearing thru her at once at the sight of him....wonder, happiness, sadness and even shame for what she had done. He just smiled and held out his arms to her. She did not remember taking a step to him...how could she when her legs felt to weak to even carry her own weight. But she must have, because next thing she was aware of, she was in his arms. She closed her eyes as visions assaulted her....visions of him standing in the lab laughing with his beautiful wife...Abb's mother, and a few minutes later that same lab along with the entire building, lighting up the night sky in a huge wall of flames...all done by her hand.

'Yes, Who, it's me love....it's me. It's been too long.' He whispered with...joy? How could this be? How could he be joyful to see her after all she had done to him....to the woman he had obviously loved. Then it hit her, this was not the same man who she had killed. This man was a little younger. This could only mean that this version of her father, was the man he had been before she had killed him. She closed her eyes tighter and laid her head on his shoulder, savoring this moment.

'It is good to see you as well father.' She whispered back. She raised her head and stepped back a bit so she could look at him. It seemed impossible that she had spent all those years blocking him from her memory. He took her hand. She almost pulled it away, feeling unworthy of his love.

'I never thought I would see the day when I would see my daughter and my son together in the same room.' He clasped Abb on the shoulder. Who could tell that the two must have been...are...she reminded herself...are very close.

'Yes, well..., it wasn't by choice in the beginning, but I must say, I'm glad that all three of us are here...well, the four of us. ' Abb smiled at his father. He turned to Who. She was a bit confused. How could he be glad that she was here? If she had grinner's memories as well as he, why could he not "remember" what she had done? Looking at him again as he leaned backwards a bit to catch a glimpse of Scrape....who was not too happy from the looks of it.... he didn't act like a man who was standing in front of his parents killer. That could only mean that he had not experienced those memories as of yet. But once he 'remembered what she had done, what would he do then? An idea came to her. If this was her father from an earlier time, she now had the chance to change things. She could warn him...both he and Abb's mother's fate could change. But where would she start and how much should she tell him.

'Father I need to speak...' Her father turned as the Pharaoh called out his name.

'He can be a nuisance at times.' He said as he rolled his eyes.

'Don't worry, we will have plenty of time to talk. I better go see what see what he needs.' She watched as he walked down the corridor murmuring something about bloody Pharaohs.

' I see you made it in one piece thru the portal. Any sign of grinner when you made it out...or is he truly gone?'

Who told him all that had transpired after she had left the portal, and about grinner still existing, but in what frame of time and where, she had no clue. She did however, leave out the part about her little mental breakdown. After he expressed his concerns for Kat and LL, he began to tell her about his experience of being thrown out of the portal and into this time. He had been here only a day when he had come across their father...or rather, their father had came across him.

After being expelled from the portal, weary from the battle and the onslaught of the new knowledge that he had recently gained, he had fallen asleep...or passed out more likely. When he awoke and looked down from the hill and saw the Pyramid of Cheops, he knew he was in trouble. There was the part of him....the professor in him...that could only stand looking down in awe. He was stuck in a land that he had only read and studied about. He had always found it fascinating, the building of the pyramids. He turned around again, and there was their father...he had even been expecting Abb. When he later had asked him how he knew he would be arriving there..... at that moment in time... he simply shrugged, and with a smile said that the Doctor told him. Abb was stunned, to say the least, to see their father there, and very much alive. After having traveled with the Doctor, his father did not even blink an eye that Abb was older than when they had last seen eachother. He then explained how he came with the Doctor for research on a project he was working on, but they were split up when there was an altercation between a group of men. Abb then began telling him how he ended up there, but at the mention of Ramee and They, he said he did not wish to hear more....further explaining that the less he knew about what was to come in the future...possibly his future...the better so he would not knowingly change the timeline. So, doing all he could to leave clues as to where he was, hoping that one day the agent and the others might be able to bring him back somehow, Abb enjoyed the time he had exploring this fascinating world with his father.



Who stood there after he finished. She could picture the two of them traipsing around the pyramid sites, dusty and filthy, smiling the whole time. Her smile vanished however as her own predicament came back to mind. She knew it was probably only a matter of time before something triggered Abb's "memory" of what she had done. Perhaps it would be better to go ahead and tell him, to get the confrontation out of the way so they could move on to finding where they need to be when Frun and BC can find a way to bring them back...if they can bring them back. Taking a deep breath...she opened her mouth to speak.

'Abb, there is something that I must....'

'Well, now where were we? ' Who stopped as their father walked over to them. It seemed that would have to wait. She watched as Abb once again leaned back trying to get a view of the throne room, looking for Scrape no doubt.

'Go talk to her Abb. She has been rather...eager to see you so it seems.' Who could not help but smile a bit at Abb's face. He tried to hide it, but she could tell he was eager to see her as well.

'The blonde woman that was with you Who? I just saw her following a child out of the room. She just left, I'm sure if you hurry you can catch up to her.' Abb nodded and mumbled something about seeing them a bit later and went off in the direction of the throne room.

'Now Who, let's see about getting you a room. I am sure that you are tired after your travels.' She nodded in agreement, suddenly finding it difficult to speak as so many emotions were still going thru her at the sight of him once again. She followed him as he led her back to the Pharaoh to ask about her room. After the Pharaoh signaled to a servant and told the man where to take her, she looked one last time at her father...returned his brief smile, and followed the servant to her room.

[scrape_medic]

*gasp* who would have thought it...

:D

great post Who.....:bounce:

[I-am-so-Johns-girl]

Great posts Kath and Who! :aok:

[who45]

*gasp* who would have thought it...

:D

Yes I know that's why I posted it...ok ok I know...groan*

[trubador]

I'm getting highly disturbed at who's tiny bunny rabbit in her sig, particularly what it looks like it's doin' while it's back is toward us. :eh:

[kechara420]

:rollin: Dirty, dirty ol' trubs ...

[who45]

I'm getting highly disturbed at who's tiny bunny rabbit in her sig, particularly what it looks like it's doin' while it's back is toward us. :eh: :ewink:

[who45]

Hey, the little guy is just....er..happy...yeah that's it...and stop pickin' on my bunny. :P Or maybe just for Trub I need to have it in leather..wearing a mask and holding a whip...hmmmm....

[who45]

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[trinamick]

:lol

[BrowderChick]

But isnt that what bunnies are supposed to do? :lol

[trubador]

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Well, my nickname IS "Thumper" so... you know... :ewink:

[BrowderChick]

GREAT POST!!!!!!!!! :clap:

[trubador]

:curtsey: ("Thank you... thank you very much... thank you...") :encore:

[BrowderChick]

:hi: trub :D

[who45]

Well, my nickname IS "Thumper" so... you know... :ewink: Hmmm Thumper the Magic fingers :lol :lech:

[kechara420]

:eek: :ewink:

[who45]

Wha? It says in his sig...aka Magic Fingers..and he said his nickname is Thumper.

[Lord Loser]

Well, it looks like I'll have to pass, then ...
:g2f: vixen...

[trubador]

In preparation for the second installment of my unrealized Tables thread, below is a repeat post of the first post:

===========================================
Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch: An Unrealized Tables Thread (in three parts)

Premiering tomorrow evening… what will soon follow (in the small “deepskyblue” text) is the beginnings of a tangential storyline. Expect the unexpected, as past themes may reappear at odd moments and FMD names will be altered to point fingers at the guilty. Like Farscape’s “Unrealized Realities,” things will appear slightly askew. It will have almost nothing whatsoever to do with the currently on-going storyline in this thread… almost.

Think of it as a twisted respite to make your eyes go :shocked: and your body go :rollin:

* CAUTION: Trubador cannot be held responsible for the content of this new storyline, nor the chaos that may ensue.


”Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch: An Unrealized ‘Tables’ Thread” (in three parts)

Part 1.1a – “All I did was eat a fruit chew, and then suddenly…”

It all happened :innocent: innocently enough. I came home from a long day at work, tired… restless… hungry… in need of my regular fix of FMD. Dinner was going to be awhile, so I turned on the computer and logged onto my favorite cyberspace haunt. Ah yes… “haunt.” An interesting choice of words. :eh:

I expected to run across the usual suspects: a wave from BC, a popcorn munchin’ Nicola, a few “eh’s” from our resident Kurt Canuck, a slip of the tongue from Mr. Frun, a grinning one-up-man-ship from the g-man, LL with yet another foot in his mouth, etc., etc., etc. You know… all of the misfits that make this Virtual Moya (with Red as our “Pilot”) our little dysfunctional home within our homes.

But something went strangely a rye. (yeah I know that’s not how you spell awry… yes go with me on this, okay peeps?) I was trying to quench my hunger pangs while waiting for dinner. As I was typing in my login and password to FMD, I made the fatal mistake of popping a Starburst Fruit Chew™ into my mouth. It was lime flavored. I knew it was going to cause trouble the minute it landed on my tongue because fake lime flavored things always give me a headache. Ever since I ate that heaping bowl of lime Jell-o when I was 8 years old at my cousin’s birthday party.

But I digress. I wish all I would have gotten was a little headache from eating this one Fruit Chew™, but such was not the case. At the exact moment I clicked the mouse button to enter our domain… at THAT exact moment was when I bit down on that tiny lime square.

Next thing I knew, I was flushed down this wormhole going a bazillion miles per hour (that’s a golagazillion kilometers per hour for those who can’t do the metric conversion on the fly). I kept bouncing off the sides of the wormhole, banging my head quite a few times in the process, :headbang: giving me a bigger headache than a bazillion lime flavored Starbursts™ could every give me.

And then, just as I was about to :hork:, here I was... in FMD… or… well… not quite FMD… so to speak. Everything looked familiar. But everything also did not look quite right, either. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Mainly because my finger was in my mouth trying to pick away at a piece of that Fruit Chew™ that was stuck in my bottom right wisdom tooth.

Then, out of the corner of my :eye: I saw him. Lord Loser… only, it wasn’t quite LL. He was changing colors. One second he’d be blue, then the next second he’d be red. And for that fraction of a second between the changes between these two colors, he’d turn this odd shade of purple. He was also chained to the bulkhead of the maintenance bay with fuzzy handcuffs!

I was about to ask him what happened, when in she walked. StarsGoBlue… but she wasn’t blue. OH NO. She’d gone BLACK. Claudia Black. In black leather. Pulse Pistol on her left hip, bull whip on her right hip.

“It’s about frelling time you arrived! We’ve been waiting arns for your scrawny in-spirit stickered butt to get here. Don’t bother with him over there. He can’t talk when he’s changing colors that fast. It’s all his fault, that little bo weevil from hezmana,” she said.

“Stars?” I inquired.

“Yes… and no. I’m not StarsGoBlue anymore, thanks to that doofus. He couldn’t leave well enough alone. I’m now StarsGoneBlack. And quite frankly, I kinda like it. Might even stay that way after you fix this mess. IF you can fix this mess.”

“Me??? Fix WHAT mess? What the frell’s happened here?” I asked incredulously (which was not my nature).

GoneBlack said that Lord Loser (who’s now morphed into a someone called LordGoStopBlueRed, and now just goes by “LordViolet”) did something terribly wrong with someone’s precious paperclip. It all went down hill terribly fast from that point on. They’ve been trying to comm me for quite some time, but I kept skipping eating the lime Starbursts™ until I finished eating all the other flavors first.

GoneBlack then grabbed the bull whip from her hip and flicked it at the nether regions :whip: of LordViolet – who let out this bloodcurdling scream and whimper.

“That door to your heart is now a window to your soul, Trubz!” she exclaimed. “You’d do well to keep your shirt buttoned while you’re here.”

I was taken aback at her demeanor and asked, “What does my shirt have to do with anything?”

She then took out her Pulse Pistol, and pointed it directly at my chest. “Take a look, dip stick!” she said.

I looked down, and sure enough… there was a window right smack in the middle of my chest. And I could see my soul. It wasn’t pretty. It also wasn’t mine.

GoneBlack explained, “When you traversed that wormhole to get here, like we all did, you became ‘altered’. You’re no longer Trubador. You’re ‘TrubaWindowToMySoul.’ It’s stupid, I know. But then again, nothing makes sense here. It never really did, but that’s beside the point. From now on, while you’re here, until you fix this mess, you’ll be going by ‘Mr. T’. Just don’t go sporting a mohawk and a ton of gold chains, or else I’ll just pity the fool.” :eh:

“Come on, Rider,” she said as she headed out the maintenance bay.

“Who’s Rider?” I asked.

She turned around and waved her Pulse Pistol in the air. “Rider. Crichton had Winona. I have Rider. But not like Winona Ryder. More like ‘Ride ‘er, cow jirl! Yee-Hah!’” as she then flicked and snapped her whip :whip: in the air.

LordViolet let out a whimper as she headed down the passageway, laughing. I quickly went after her in a dazed & confused state. I briefly looked over at the handcuffed purple mess of a man in the corner. It was an ugly sight. But he whispered one odd phrase as I exited the bay.

:whisper: “Cop porn. Remember the cop porn.”

Tune in for our next episode of “Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch: An Unrealized Tables Thread” [i](in three parts)

[trubador]

”Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch: An Unrealized ‘Tables’ Thread” (in three parts)

Part 1.1b – “Not all pirates say ‘Arrrgh’”

I nearly lost StarsGoBlack down the labyrinth of Moyan passageways, but her regular snapping of her whip :whip: in the distance became an odd homing device. My mind was still spinning trying to comprehend this madness, but I decided that I had to just take things one step at a time. It’d all make sense… eventually. It had to. Right?

I finally caught up to SGBlack as she turned right and walked into what appeared to be Sick Bay (at least, that’s what it’d be referred to in Star Trek… I can’t remember what they called it on Farsdcape :shrug: ). Various vials and jars and Petri dishes were about, many were bubbling or smoking.

“Gettin’ anywhere, Slip?” barked SGB.

“No,” said an oddly toned voice. “And that’s like the two thousandth time you’ve asked me that question today.”

“Frunium’s here?” I asked.

“Well… not quite.” SGB replied.

And then, from behind a pillar, I saw… him… her… um… them? It was Slip_Chick. The melding of Frunium Slip and Browder Chick. Long blonde hair, a nice pair of legs, a touch of makeup, and…… a beard.

“You know, if you’d stop staring at me, Mr. T, and actually help me maybe we can come up with a solution to this whole thing,” quipped Slip_Chick.

“What are you… we… trying to do, here?” I stammered as I cautiously made my way over to the lab table.

“We’re trying to come up with a tincture for one of our more unfortunate mates on this ship.”

“Who’s more frelled up than…”

“Me? You? Stars? You’d be surprised at the stuff that happened once LL did what he did. Hand me that vial of green sludge over there.”

I did as Slip_Chick asked, (s)he took it and poured about a third of it’s contents into a metallic cup. Orange steam immediately rose from the cup. It smelled like chamomile tea with a hint of clove and bat guano. While S_C stirred the contents I just stood there staring at… him.

I couldn’t help but express, “Kinda reminds me of that scene in ‘Out of Their Minds’. Crighton in Aeryn’s body. You know.”

“Nooooooooo. Reeeeally? Like I haven’t heard THAT comment before.” :rolleyes: “Stop gawking at me. It’s very unbecoming. And very annoying.”

“Sorry.”

“T’is all right. Come. Let’s see if this will work.”

“Work for what?”

“You mean ‘who’.” S_C corrected. “Come.”

We went back into the passageway, made a quick turn, and came upon a prison cell. Inside, something small was floating in mid air, and flickering furiously.

“You may want to cover your ears,” S_C suggested.

Then she flicked a switch, waved her hand, and the cell doors opened. We stepped inside. And there was this subtle humming coming from the “thing” floating in mid air. It was a spinning square about 8 inches across. It kept on flipping and spinning on it’s axis, and with each flip or spin a different image would appear. Two images were repeated more often than all the others. It was disconcerting to say the least, but oddly hypnotic.

S_C gently touched the square. “You ready for another try, Abb?”

“Abb!?” I yelled. “This is Abbadon?”

Suddenly, the subtle humming turned into a high volume roar. Not just a roar, but a singing roar.

:sing: “AAAARRRRRGH! Yes, me matey, yes. Let’s sip thee rum past me gums. AAARRRGH!” :sing:

“This isn’t just Abbadon, T. It’s also Alexxia. It’s Abbalexxia. They melded into a free floating avatar, constantly changing its animation. The most prominent personalities are Josh Groban and Johnny Depp. They keep on flipping back and forth so fast, that we constantly get Groban singing pirate-ese at full volume. It’s hilarious for the first minute or two. It gets annoying as hell after that.”

I looked at the av with interest, and through the jumbled perpetual motion I was able to discern a faint image of Josh Groban in pirate garb.

:sing: “AAARRRGH! What’s with the wait, me furry faced mate? On with it now, step up to me bow. And allow me to snort your finest glass o’ port. AAARRRRGH!” :sing:

At which point, S_C took the metal cup of orange-smoking green goop and attempted to pour it down Abbalexxia’s two dimensional throat.

Immediately, the Abbalexxian avatar spun out of control and flew across the cell, bouncing off of the walls, the floor, the ceiling. With Abbalexxia singing in full scream.

:sing: “AAARRRRRGH!!!! AAARRRRRGH!!!! AAARRRRRGH!!!! AAARRRRRGH!!!!” :sing:

“Damn,” Slip_Chick whispered under her/his breath.

“What’s wrong?” I was barely able to mutter, while I cupped my hands over my ears.

“It’s the same result. The singing just gets louder. I’m getting nowhere with this formula. I must try a different mixture. I think I might have to start from scratch.”

“What are you trying to accomplish?” I inquired.

“I’m trying to stabilize him. If I could just get him to be either Groban or Depp, and not both at the same time, it would calm him down considerably. And it would also save our eardrums, for sure. Come. I need a specific ingredient.”

And off S_C went. “Sorry, Abb. I’ll be back with another solution in a bit.”

:sing: “AAAARRRRGH!!! ‘Tis okay by me, me fine lady. I’ll sing to me mast while this latest brew lasts. So, off you go with Mr. T-Window. And leave me to spin in this northerly wind. AAARRRGH!!!” :sing:

S_Chick grabbed me by the collar, and yanked me out the cell with her/him, leave poor Abbalexxia behind… singing to his piratey baritoned-hearts’ content.

“I need to talk to Pilot,” said Slip_Chick as we trekked down the passageway.


Tune in for our next episode of “Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch: An Unrealized Tables Thread” [i](in three parts)

[scrape_medic]

:roflmao:

[kechara420]

:g2f: vixen...Who me? :innocent: I have no idea what you're talking about :P ...

[Lord Loser]

:rolleyes: :ewink:

[BrowderChick]

:spew: :rollin:

That made my day. :lol

[kechara420]

What, the story, or my :innocent:

[BrowderChick]

The story. :lol

[trinamick]

Abbalexxia...hmm...has a ring to it. :D :yes:

[who45]

:lol

[Alexxia]

:spew: Needless to say, I'll be following this story to find out what happens to Abbalexxia the changing avatar. :D

[Selena]

:applaud: absofrellinlutely fantastic truby. I almost choked to death on my soda .... we need a smilie that depicts nasal discharge of carbonated beverages. :yes:

[Selena]

:applaud: absofrellinlutely fantastic truby. I almost choked to death on my soda .... we need a smilie that depicts nasal dicharge of carbonated beverages. :yes:

[I-am-so-Johns-girl]

:applaud: :applaud: :applaud:
More, more, author, author!
Excellent post trubs! :aok:

[trubador]

”Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch: An Unrealized ‘Tables’ Thread” (in three parts)

Part 1.1c – “And here I always thought the answer was ‘42’ ”

When we got close to Pilot’s chamber, I could hear constant yelling and screaming coming from inside. Slip_Chick and I went inside… and there was Pilot…. uh…. Pilots (plural). It looked just like Pilot, only with FOUR heads. One was most prominent, but the others were right there, sprouting out of her neck(s). I say “her” (actually “they”) because the four were our very own Red, Jul, WaltersGirl and Buggaboo. I guess you could call them Red-ishWaltersJul_aboo. But, from that point on, I ended up calling “them” the Mod Squad for short. It was a lot easier on my already stretched brain.


The “Red” head was livid.

“I can’t TAKE it any more! I give and I give and I give and I give. And what do I get in return? GRIEF! Nothing but more and more grief, THAT’S what I get!” said the Red head.

“You have to learn to take it in stride. With this big of a ship and this many people on board, things are bound to get out of hand once in a while,” said Boo’s head.

“Once in a while? ONCE in a WHILE??? It’s ALL… DAY… LONG. Every frelling day! I could handle ‘once in a while’. Heck, that’d be a piece of cake. But THIS? This is the last straw,” Red retorted.

WG’s head chimed in, “I’m in total agreement with Red on this one. I’ve been saying we should’ve banned the bastard a looooong time ago.”

Jul’s head responded, “WG, you ALWAYS want to ban the bastards, cause for you they’re ALL bastards.”

“Cause it’s the truth,” said WGHead.

“Well, that doesn’t make it right,” said JulHead.

“It also doesn’t make any of them smart, either,” said WGHead.

The RedHead exclaimed, “I’m getting’ a frelling headache here, jirls. You’re not helping matters one bi-………. WHAT the frell are YOU doing back here?”

“I’m sorry, Red,” said Slip_Chick.

“I told you to get OUT,” replied the Red head. “And who the frell is that with you there? Is that ANOTHER one?”

I mustered the courage to speak up. “It’s me, Red. Ummm… Truba… Window.”

“Oh fer cryin’ out loud, not Trubz too. See? See? SEE what Lord Lard Ass has done now,” yelled RedHead.

“It’s not THAT bad, Red,” said BooHead.

“Not… that… bad?” snickered RedHead.

WGHead yelled out, “Easy jirls, easy now. Yo Trubz. You okay?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Not doing too bad compared to what I’ve seen so far. You still owe me that beer, yah know.”

“Kid,” WGHead said, “if you can get us out of this mess I’ll buy you the whole frelling city of Milwaukee.”

“Make it the Napa Valley and you’ve got a deal,” I quipped. “Slip_Chick here needs something for Abbalexxia.”

S_C chimed in, “The last potion didn’t work. Got the same results, only louder.”

“Oh that’s just wonderful. A louder ‘Pirate of the CariGrobean’,” the 4 Heads said in unison.

“I think what I’ll need is a bit of your amnexis fluid. LL was near that area when we found him along with Abb and Lexx. My tests are showing a strange reaction to a molecule of the fluid. A branch chain some 40-odd clusters in length.”

“Forty-two clusters?” inquired RedHead.

“That’s what’s odd,” said Slip_Chick. "When I mix the solution and observe under the microscope, the molecular chain grows one by one, until it reaches 41 branch chains in length. Then it stops for a few seconds. Then it immediately multiplies into 82, forming a perfect ring. Then it doubles again and forms a perpendicular ring. At that point it stops growing.”

“Blah-blah-blah. English, Slip_Chick… ENG-lish” said the Heads.

“We need it to grow another 82 chain ring so that it looks like a gyroscope. Once that happens I think I’ll be able to magnetically spin these molecular gyroscopes, allowing them to better travel through the body and gravitate towards the offending virus.”

The 4 Heads sighed in unison, “Okay… go… GO! Eight tiers down, Starboard.”

Slip_Chick turned to me and said, “I need you to go down there and get that for me.”

“ME?!”

“It’s not that big a deal, T. Here’s a comm badge.”

“And what’ll YOU be doing?” I asked.

“I,” said Slip_Chick as (s)he trotted out of the chamber, “need to see a Doctor about a scarf.”

A doctor about a scarf? What the frell does that mean, I thought to myself. I was getting more and more confused. I just stood there, stunned.

“Mr. T,” said RedHead. “It’ll make sense once you see the cube. We’ll talk you through how to get to the fluid.”

“Thanx, ModSquad.”

As I headed (pardon the pun) out of the chamber to search for some amnexis fluid, I could hear WGHead whisper, “Who’d a thunk that such a simple office supply could become so frelling important.”

It was THAT comment started to pique my curiosity.


Tune in next time for the continuation of “Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch: An Unrealized Tables Thread” (in three parts)

[JadeScape]

absolutely wonderful posts trubs.....
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v480/JadeScape/Smilies/clapping.gif
more more more....:)

*can someone tell me what post the other story starts at...I found it once....but now to lazy to look for it.....thanks in advance...:)*

[BrowderChick]

Page 577. Not sure of the actual post number. :D

Trub... :lol

[JadeScape]

thanks BC...:hug:

[Kathleen]

Page 577. Not sure of the actual post number. :D

Trub... :lol


Has it actually been THAT far back???? WOW!!!! Color me stunned!! :lol

[BrowderChick]

Yep :yes:

:lol

[I-am-so-Johns-girl]

Hmmmm....you promised not to stay up too late last night BC! :P Both you and Cami are going to be tired this morning. ;)

Another great post Trubs! :aok:

[kechara420]

Kath, I'll bet you're exhausted this morning, too. :hug:

[BrowderChick]

Hmmmm....you promised not to stay up too late last night BC! :P Both you and Cami are going to be tired this morning. ;)

Another great post Trubs! :aok:
Ididntdoitnobodysawmedoityoucantproveanything

:innocent:

[kechara420]

:rollin: Nobody's falling for that :innocent: act, BC! :lol

[BrowderChick]

Actually truth to tell I can blame the computer because it was downloading updates and with dialup that takes forever. Plus mom and I were looking at some things she was getting for me. I swear thats the truth. :D

Pieces for the bracelets. :yes:

[kechara420]

And we're just supposed to believe that? :lol

[BrowderChick]

Its true. I swear. :lol

[kechara420]

Sure, sure ... *I* believe you ...

[kechara420]

Oh, and BTW ... this is post #6200 for me! Yay!

[BrowderChick]

:lol


:woohoo:

:aok:


Actually it is true because she got me this bracelet that you add pieces to and we were looking at pieces last night. She wanted to know which ones I liked. They were all so cool. :yes:

And those frelling downloads and patches took forever. DAMN DIALUP :mad:

[kechara420]

Stupid frelling dial-up!

[BrowderChick]

I shouldnt complain too much. For me its free.

[kechara420]

Just because it's free doesn't mean it should be crappy!

[BrowderChick]

True...very true... :D

[scrape_medic]

this is free.....its not crappy....:D

[kechara420]

EXACTLY, scrape! :aok:

[scrape_medic]

Scrape was angry now, not knowing what was going on. The others had disappeared off muttering joyfully to themselves and left her in the company of the Pharaoh. As she stared into the vacant doorway leading off the throne room, hearing the group talking amongst themselves, the pharaoh left his podium and came down to her position, took her hand, and led her back up to the bench like throne. In her shock and amazement at this strange turn of events, she hadn't noticed that she had willingly followed the Pharaoh Khafre back to his seat.

She sat a foot or so away from him as he turned towards her, offering her a bowl of fruit.

"Huh?" she uttered, at last distracted from her thoughts. She looked at Khafre who was grinning broadly, raising his eyebrows in offering as he shoved the bowl in her direction. The man seemed to have an ever present smile, untroubled by anything in his world.

He began to ramble on, but as Scrape had no idea what he was talking about, she could only stare at him in confusion. He didn't seem to mind that she didn't answer him, and carried on chatting and encouraging her to eat. She took one of the fruits from the bowl, not really looking too closely at her choice, continuing instead to study the Pharaoh. He was a pleasing looking fellow of about thirty years, handsome and pale, the way an elite member of Egyptian society should be. His smooth oiled skin glowed lightly in the dim lamps surrounding the dias, and caught his features favourably.

Absentmindedly she raised her hand and took a bite of it contents; immediately she spat it out.

"Ugh!" she exclaimed, looking at the offending fruit, "its an onion!"

Khafre looked at her in surprise, and garbled something at her. Scrape held the onion out in front of her in disgust but the pharaoh pushed it back at her encouraging her again to eat it, with a look that Scrape could only interpret as 'its good for you!'

"I think I'll pass," and with that she swapped the onion for some dates from the bowl, careful to avoid the roasted garlic that she saw on the plate; she hated garlic.

'Well' she thought, they were stuck there, no way out of Eygpt at the moment, and maybe this was the life that she would have to get used to. Unless Abb had any ideas, or Frun or BC had plans. She thought about her fellow agents and wondered how they were fairing. Had they made any progress to finding the others, and how on earth were they going to get back to the right time zone! Would even grinner make a re-appearance and save the day! From what the assasin had said that seemed unlikely. For the moment she was here, with the Pharaoh, Who, the guy that she had walked off with........and Abb.

Again she looked whistfully at the doorway, hoping to catch a glimps of him returning ...to her. Abb's reaction to their arrival irked her, and seeing no sign of him, inside she began to anger some more. She had risked her life on the chance that he may still be alive, and had only wanted him to hold her and hug her in return. She had gotten one brief smile and that was it.

The Pharaoh, who had been eyeing her up and down, rested his gaze on her feet. Ever mindful of his guests comfort, he looked at them with concern, then barked an order. Out of the depths of the billowing sheets hanging at the other end of the throne room emerged a serving woman, complete with bowl of water, another followed with some small jars and cloths. Quickly they began to work on Scrape's blistered feet, washing the dust off and annointing them with some aromatic oils.

"No, it's okay really!" she said unprepared for this sudden attention, but they ignored her, or more likely had not understand her, and eventually she had to admit that her feet did feel better when they had finished.

She looked at Khafre, who in turn looked at her, eagerly awaiting her approval of this good deed. She smiled, and thanked him for his hospitality.

Five minutes in his company and she was beginning to think that life here might not be so bad after all. However just as she was settling down for a well earned rest, maybe even a little pampering, the same small child that had met the guards at the entrance to the palace entered the room, bowed low to the Pharaoh and waited to be called forward. When acknowledged he approached and spoke in hushed tones to Khafre.

Kahfre spoke then raised his hand, at which the child backed off a respectful distance, but waited rather than disappear out of the room. Waited, it seemed, for Scrape, she began to work out, as the Pharaoh motioned to her to follow the child.

'Oh well' she thought resignedly 'now what?' She rose and followed the child from the room, not forgetting to bow and thank the Pharaoh for his kindness. As she turned to leave, she heard Khafre laugh once more, then enthusiastically shout out something after her. She turned to look at him once more, and he first smiled then laughed some more.

Shaking her head in confusion, she turned and followed the child, muttering to herself, "Ole King Cole, was a merry old soul...."

The child led her down a series of narrow and darkened corridors, eventually reaching a set of stairs which they ascended leading them onto a roof area. The roof was divided up by a mixture of short and tall walls and as they passed through some of these seperated areas. Scrape noted that in here people worked, families or groups ate their evening meal together. Some areas had open courtyards below them, leading down into living spaces and rooms in which people could gather, and talk about thier lives, prepare thier food, store their few possesions, sleep or whatever else they chose to do in privacy.

Scrape guessed that these were the people who served the Pharaoh directly, kept close by to cater for his every whim, no matter what time of day or night. She was amused to see that these people seemed happy on the whole, smiling and nodding to her as she passed. These must have been the good days of Egyptian history she thought. Maybe staying here wouldn't be so bad.

The last few areas were empty; eventually they came to one right on the edge of the Palace complex. The view on its open side looked out across the valley; nothing stood between her and the mountain range which her and Who had descended earlier that day. The sky was dark and Scrape couldn't remember in her life, seeing so many stars filling the sky . There was no moon this evening, at least not yet.

The child turned and disappeared back across the roof top, leaving Scrape alone. She looked around and saw the area was decorated simply; on the floor lay the same simple matresses and covers that she had seen in the other living areas. There was a low table on which sat a small oil lamp whose flame flickered in the light breeze. A set of steps lead down into an open courtyard where simple bench seats surrounded a fireplace. A soft plume of smoke rose from the low embers, smelling sweetly of some exotic wood.

Despite the nightfall, the breeze still kept its warmth. She stood and looked out across the valley, enjoying the soft touch of the air as it passed her, and gazed, as she did, at the lights off to the right, near where the temples and the villages started in ernest. Hearing a noise behind her, she turned to find a young woman climbing the stairs with a tray of food. Beckoning Scrape to be seated, she laid the food out on the low table before leaving.

"Thank you," she said to the womans back who was quickly making her exit, hearing only the woman giggling as she left. Why the laughter?

Scrape was hungry and the food smelled good; there was a meat dish there and upon trying it found it exciting to her taste buds, something that she hadn't had the time for in the past few days. Remembering the last meal she had sat down to eat at the mansion, a rather tasty yet shortened affair.

"Chicken!" she said out loud to herself, "lemon and.....might be honey.......no, figs!" Whatever it was, she eat eagerly, and again distracted had not noticed that someone else had climbed the wooden ladder to the roof space.

"Scrape!" uttered the man softly. Scrape looked up with a start.

With her mouth full, she was unable to say anything at this moment. Instead she threw the bowl on the table and stood up; hands on her hips, she hurried to swallow her food in readyness to chew out the man who stood in front of her.

"Oh!" she said eventually, swallowing back the last mouthful "You're done with getting re-acquainted with that woman are you? Glad to see you two getting it on together so well!"

"What?!" Abb's face looked suddenly shocked and hurt.

"You and .....Who, " Scrape could hardly say the woman's name, knowing that any trust between the two women had been lost forever. "You were obviously glad to see her turn up here."

Abb was not getting this, and his look of shock turn quickly to confusion. "Sorry?"

"Couldn't wait to get her off on your own. Was she as pleased to see you huh?"

"Scrape?" The look of 'what was wrong with the woman?' now evident on his face.

"And there was me thinking you would be at least the little bit pleased to see me!" she added, before turning her back on the man. She was determined not to cry, not in front of him, not because of him, but turning away guarrenteed that if she did, he would not see. The rush of emotions conspired to overwhelm her, remembering her joy at their first intimate encounter, the last sight of him as he disappeared into the portal, the dread when he did not return, the dark night, the glimmer of hope. She stood there fuming away to herself, at herself, she was not going to lose control, not here, not in front of him. She was SAS afterall, this sort of thing should never have happen to her.

"Ah!" said Abb eventually, "Oh!" Had Scrape been looking, she would have seen the look of amusement on his face.

"I was pleased to see her, yes" he began.

"Hmm!"

"Glad to see she had made it out of the portal, it was rough in there, and we grew ....very close because of what happened in there." his voice whimsicle.

Scrape's eyes widened, "What did happen in there?"

"Didn't think you could grow so close to someone in such a short time, " he continued.

'No!' thought Scrape, expecting bad news for sure now.

"Didn't even know if I would like her.."

"eh?"

"..but I have had time to think about it..."

"what?!"

"....and then you don't always get to choose your family...."

Scrape turned back to look at Abb. His face turned away, she could not quite see his expression.

"....not knowing whom was married to whom." he seemed now to be drifting off into some other world thoughts, distracted by some distant memory.

"You are married to her?!" Scrape had to admit to herself that it was a possibility, what with all the mucking around with timelines that had occured. The possibility that such an event may have been forgotten was not beyond the bounds of credibility.

"And the old man turning up here like that.....or was that being here when i got here.......see that's where it gets all very confusing......anyrate, its like a family reunion."

"Your father? That guy is your father?!"

"Yes Scrape, he is." his looked straight at her, seeing her anger and confusion, he wondered how much longer he should keep this up, how far he could push her.

"Right......all you need now is the mother-in-law to turn up; get Ramee down here and you guys can really party!"

"Not mother-in-law, step-mother .......maybe."

Scrape was trying to work out the logistics of this last statement.

"Well thats not entirely right because dad left her and married mum.........so that would make her dad's ex-wife at best......legally speaking. " he mumbled away to himself, looking distractedly away, but sneaking a look at Scrape every now and again. "though I guess if he remarried her, or I suppose if I had met him in an earlier point in his life when he was still married to Ramee then I guess, technically, she would be my step-mother, but I really couldn't see mysef calling her mother. Not after everything, all that and everything..."

"Abb! your rambling."

"I am?"

"Ramee is your father's ex-wife......and Ramee is Who's mother.......so that makes Who.......your.....sister?"

"Half-sister," Abb corrected her. "same father. Though I never knew that he had been married before he married mum until grinner told us in the portal....right before we all got blown out of there...."


"Ahhhhhh!" interupted Scrape, eventually, finally working out the relationships in her head.

"I was surprised to see Dad when I got here, and knew that Who would have some issues to address if they were ever to meet; when I saw that she had turned up here with you!..... I had to deal with that first."

"Oh!" said Scrape, rather snootily, "right" He wasn't getting away with this teasing a second time.

"Well I am glad you explained all that for me, and if you don't mind, I might pop back down to the pharaoh and have a little chat with him. He seems like a very accomodating fellow, very kind and considerate"

"But you don't speak Egyptian Scrape." he replied calmly.

"There are other ways to communicate than words." she explained, with the hint of a smile on her face. "And seen as how we are stuck here for the time being, its probably a good strategic move to get in with the head honcho. Never know when his help might be needed; a few favours now might prove handy in the future."

"You wouldn't?!"

"I wouldn't what? Bestow upon him the best night of his life, in exchange for a lifetime of attention and gifts and ...."

"Scrape!.....that is not you!" Abb exclaimed, not so clamly now.

"What is not me......after all I have been through. You are not the only one going through some emotional changes." she had that faraway look on her face now, and now it was her turn to sneak the odd peak at Abb. His reaction was a little shocked to say the least, this was not what he was expecting of Scrape at all.

"The best night of his life huh?" Okay, he got it. He probably deserved it.

"What?....yes....the very best."

"Hmmmm....he is a very picky man by all accounts."

"You don't think I would be good enough for him?" Scrape was trying to avoid breaking out into a smile.

"You know, I am not sure." resting his hand in his chin in thought.

"Oh, you have forgotten that night in grinner's hideout then maybe?"

"That was a while ago......" he said, raising his eyebrows and throwing his hands round in a guesture of the passage of time.

"A matter of a few days!" again her hands rested on her hips in indignation.

"Yeah.....hmmmmm." he mused "memorys getting a bit fuzzy."

"Like you would have been able to forget!"

"I remember putting on a pretty good show for my own part." he smiled proudly, then he added "Well, you know Scrape, I would hate for the Pharaoh to be disappointed, and it may be as well if I check out the service before you go and make a fool out of yourself." comtemplating the task ahead, his gaze had left her face and was working its way down her body.

"A fool out of myself!" she could hardly keep the smirk from her face now.

"And that dress, very nice, very feminine, most unlike you Scrape;" he was eyeing the scarce nature of it, the two narrow shoulder straps that only just covered her before disappearing under the skirt that encirlced her under her breasts;the skirt in turn only to part again just below her hips, giving tantilising glimpses of her tanned thighs as she changed her pose in reaction to his teasing, "but it would be a shame to waste its removal on someone so accustomed to that manner of clothing, it wouldn't be a challenge for a pharaoh."

"Hang on, lets get back to this who impressed who issue." and then, catching on to what he had just said, "I am feminine!......sometimes!"

"Well I will admit that the encounter did leave a stain on my memory, a smudgy blur at least." Abb had moved forward now barely containing his laughter, "How does this thing undo?" he asked inspecting the dress more closely now.

"I don't know, some girl put it on me. I was too busy worrying about whether we would get to you alive! And the dress........You're the professor, you work it out." her voice was alot calmer now, with him so close to her she neither needed to shout at him, nor did she feel she could. Not now that his fingers had slipped beneath the shoulder strap of her dress and was running down it, working out how it came apart; of course, it was just an experiment in clothing technology! His knuckles brushed against her skin softly as he explored the cloth.

"You were worried about me?" He slid the cloak from off her shoulders letting it drop to the floor, getting a better view of the mechanics of her wear, moving her hair off her shoulders to expose the problem and the solution.

"Might have been." she said softly.

"I seemed to remember some time spent worrying about you as well." he said, stepping back momentarily to examine the skirt. He slid his hand down the cloth covering her stomach and in what seemed to Scrape like one seemless maneouvre, finding the slit in the front, his hand slid under it and down her thigh.

"Oh, just admit it, you missed me."

"Might have." he grinned. His other hand made its own exploration of the back of her dress, and now it pulled her towards him, not having to try to hard as she stepped up to the challenge.

Scrape's hands had long since dropped from her hips, and now they were searching for something better to do. They seemed to work out all by themselves that Abb's waist was a good place to start, then decided that slipping them around to his back was the next best move, tugging away at his shirt till they found the gap that led under it to his flesh.

Feeling the warmth of his back, Scrape did not need memories anymore to remind her how she had felt those few days before. Those same feelings came flooding back to her like a downpour, drenching her in excitement and heightened sensations. She could feel his hand gently stroking her back, not only on the surface of her skin, but in her mind and the way it excited that part of her psyche.

She could hear the soft sigh utter from his lips as she played her fingertips softly over his back. So close to her now, she could feel his heartbeat rising, like her own. His hands drifted across her, and she felt herself melt into him. They stood there for a while, discovering again how it felt to be so close to one another; Scrape did not think she could stand for much longer, she felt weak in her legs with all the sensations running around her. She pulled away from Abb and beckoned him to sit down next to her on the matress. How could he refuse her as the skirt fell away from her leg, tantilisingly drawing his attention.

Abb seemed to have discovered the secret to Egyptian clothing, and began to unbuckle the two broaches at the shoulder that held the straps to Scrape's dress, nuzzling the back of her neck as he worked. "Hmm," he breathed on her skin, "this seems to be the way to deal with this."

Scrape reciprocated item for item, undoing the buttons on his shirt, then slipping the shirt off to reveal the broad shoulders she so greatly admired. Abb then discovered the broach that held the skirt part of the dress together, and now getting the hang of it, soon hand that undone too. Scrape accordingly worked at his belt.

Scrape shivered in excitement, but Abb, not sure if she was cold, reached behind himself and drew one of the blankets up over the pair of them, wrapping them together. However it did not take long for the blanket to become discarded as they lay back on the bed and set to work re-discovering the more intimate parts of each others sorely missed bodies.

The moon must have risen at some point during their encounter, as Scrape watched Abb move next to her, she could clearly see every muscle writhing, flexing and enjoying their discovery of hers. Her back arched as he played his fingers softly along from her belly up to the base of her neck. Turning into him as he lay on his side, his hand traced over her shoulder and down to that spot at the base of her spine where it dallied for just the right amount of time, just his fingertips at first, then, conspiring with her reaction, the flat of his hand pulling her closer still towards him.

"Abb?" she whispered, in all seriousness now, the relief from his touch now washing the bad emotions away rapidly from her mind

"What?" he asked, now playing over her face with his own, the word whispered into her ear.

"Don't ever scare me like that again."

"I will try not to." and finishing his words, his mouth had found hers, and with a passion that even their last encounter had not reached, they kissed; no thoughts of battles to come, no expectations of being disturbed, no early morning starts.

Pulling back for a moment, they looked at each other and grinned, laughed and teased each others emotions, till Abb pulled the blanket back over them both.

Scrape appreciated the idea that in the morning they could lay there, and what ever heights they were unable to reach this moon-lit evening, they would have the chance to try again in tomorrow's sun. Not that she thought they would need a second try, if this was the begining of things to come.

[Kathleen]

:sweaty:

and an awwwwwwwwww :cry2:

and :signbravo , :applaud: , :clap: , :woohoo:

AMAZING post!!!!!

[BrowderChick]

I had to make sure that I had enough paper to print it out. :D

:aok:

:lech:

:lol

[who45]

Great post scrape...well done. :applaud: :aok: :D

[I-am-so-Johns-girl]

:sweaty: :lech: :eek3: Wow....
Nice post scrape! :aok:

[Lord Loser]

:smokin:

[kechara420]

Can't spoil myself ... can't read it until I've gone through the whole darn story ... MUST read A LOT while at work today ... stupid work ... should still be home in bed ...

[BrowderChick]

I agree. *yawn* :D

[kechara420]

Pablo's right knee was swollen when he got up, so he called in sick and laid down to take a nap. Bastard. I was SO jealous, and seriously though about staying home as well. But I figured it wouldn't be such a good idea, what with only having been a permanent employee for about three weeks. Crappy, stoopid work ... sucky, annoying work ...

[kechara420]

And don't yawn at me! Now I'm doing it too! :P

[Lord Loser]

I dunno Miss K, I've heard you do some of your best work in bed... :ewink:

[BrowderChick]

Pablo's right knee was swollen when he got up, so he called in sick and laid down to take a nap. Bastard. I was SO jealous, and seriously though about staying home as well. But I figured it wouldn't be such a good idea, what with only having been a permanent employee for about three weeks. Crappy, stoopid work ... sucky, annoying work ...
Hope everything is ok with him though.

Today is the last day before Spring Break. :woohoo:



http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/butterflyjirl/redeyes.gif

[scrape_medic]

:smokin:Okay here's the question.....if smoking in bed is dangerous......why is it so popular?

[BrowderChick]

That depends on whats smoking. ;)

[kechara420]

I dunno Miss K, I've heard you do some of your best work in bed... :ewink:I have no response to that ... and wouldn't you like to know? :spin:

[kechara420]

Hope everything is ok with him though.

Today is the last day before Spring Break. :woohoo:



http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/butterflyjirl/redeyes.gifFirst, I have to say that I LOVE :love: that smilie!! Must have it!!

Second ... he's fine. Thanks for your concern. He overworks, and his body (ESPECIALLY his frelled-up legs) rebels and lets him know that it DOES NOT like the way he's mistreating it. he just doesn't learn, though. :g2f: He was actually going to wait an hour or two for the swelling to go down, and then drive over an hour to the job site and go to work. :rolleyes: I TOLD him to just take the day off, but he doesn't listen ... stoopid man ...

Third ... Spring Break? :ppbb: Seriously, you and Cami should have lots of fun during the time off. Any plans?

[kechara420]

Okay here's the question.....if smoking in bed is dangerous......why is it so popular?Well, first the obvious--people are lazy, and don't want to get up out of bed when they decide they need that last cig of the night. And like anything else, everybody thinks, "It'll never happen to me." "I'd never be foolish enough to fall asleep with a lit cig in my hand. I'm not an idiot." And yet it happens ...

[BrowderChick]

I love that smilie too. Hes one of my faves. :D

Men are stoopid arent they? :lol

Cami and I are going to get things ready for mom to come back and then we are doing some Spring clean ups here and at camp. It will be great to have that time off and the weather is supposed to be awesome. :aok:

[kechara420]

You know what I love about this thread? I can post responses to a bunch of different posts, all about different things, and beef up my post count quite nicely. :D

(And NO COMMENTS about the "beef up" line, M'Lord!)

[BrowderChick]

:D Thats what we all do. :lol

[kechara420]

I love that smilie too. Hes one of my faves. :D

Men are stoopid arent they? :lol

Cami and I are going to get things ready for mom to come back and then we are doing some Spring clean ups here and at camp. It will be great to have that time off and the weather is supposed to be awesome. :aok::yes: Men. Stoopid. :yes:

Sounds like you guys will be busy! Take some time out for a little fun, too!

[kechara420]

:D Thats what we all do. :lolI passed JL3 and trina yesterday to move up to 12th place. I'm less than 400 posts behind scrape, and moving up fast :D ...

[BrowderChick]

:yes: Men. Stoopid. :yes:

Sounds like you guys will be busy! Take some time out for a little fun, too!
Oh yeah.. The park is officially open but the beach isnt yet. We will be spending time there. Its really awesome there and then I take her for icecream after. :D

[BrowderChick]

I passed JL3 and trina yesterday to move up to 12th place. I'm less than 400 posts behind scrape, and moving up fast :D ...
Im afraid to look..I know I talk to much :lol

[scrape_medic]

I passed JL3 and trina yesterday to move up to 12th place. I'm less than 400 posts behind scrape, and moving up fast :D ...:eek:

[kechara420]

:lol

[scrape_medic]

How are you getting on with catching up with the story Kech?

[scrape_medic]

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmchocolate milkmmmmmmmmmmm

[who45]

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMilk and just chocolate *throws chocolate in thread*

[scrape_medic]

*throws popcorn in thread*

[Lord Loser]

gettin' to look like a regular pig sty in here...

chocolate, and milk, and chocolate milk, and popcorn... all over the floor... :g2f:

[scrape_medic]

you could lick it up...

[who45]

*throws chocolate and popcorn at LL* :innocent:

[who45]

oh and LL...:hug: he he he thought I would forget didn't ya.

[Lord Loser]

damn evil woman.

[Lord Loser]

*bswk* you thought I'd forget too...

[who45]

*Looks around for towel*

[scrape_medic]

don't you know where your towel is at?

[Lord Loser]

never make it as a hitchhiker... :no:

[scrape_medic]

bit of a shame when your planet is just about to be blown up in order to make a new hyperway

[who45]

don't you know where your towel is at? But I haven't used it in so long...oh duck Liz..*throws more candy*

[Lord Loser]

especially when the hyperway is soon to be outdated by a new improbability drive...

[scrape_medic]

But I haven't used it in so long...oh duck Liz..*throws more candy**ducks*

*watches as candy hits LL in the eye*

now that was highly improbable.......mindbogglingly so

[who45]

oops sorry LL you were supposed to catch that one.

[Lord Loser]

:fight:

[who45]

:rollin: er....you seem like you need this towel more than I do.

[Lord Loser]

erm... is that all you've got on? :lech:

[who45]

well...I do have my boots on. :ewink:

[Lord Loser]

:thud:

[who45]

:eek: Don't squish the candy on the floor with your forehead...oh wait...is that a mini snickers stuck to your ear...yeah I think it is.

[Lord Loser]

penguins? whazzup wit da pengins?








wanna nibble it off?

[scrape_medic]

you have a sword?

erm...er......I'll be over here------------------------->

[who45]

er....no that's ok...ya know...don't like earwax :eek: :P

[Lord Loser]

so you've tried it before eh?


and scrape... :innocent:

[scrape_medic]

in self defence......you might need one, in self defence.....yeah thats what I meant...:innocent:

[Lord Loser]

of course... ;)

[who45]

:frontrow:

[scrape_medic]

you are suposed to be throwing that popcorn....not munching it.

[who45]

*throws popcorn in the air*

[Lord Loser]

*sigh*

[scrape_medic]

nooooooomooooooresighing!

[Lord Loser]

*yawn*


:ewink:

[scrape_medic]

erm......let me think what my position on yawning is.....I'll get back to you on that one...;)

[Lord Loser]

*sigh*

[scrape_medic]

goddammitLLnotyouaswell........arrrggggghhhhhhlol

[who45]

Well I must bid you both goodnight. :bigwave:

[Lord Loser]

Who: *sigh*

scrape... Wha? :innocent:

[scrape_medic]

stoppit!

night Who....:sadbye:

and I must oft to bed as well now.......night night LL

[who45]

night..*steps carefully over candy...might come in handy for later*

[Lord Loser]

But whosie... it's still light outside... how can you go to bed when it's still... erm... Ooooo... :lech:

[who45]

*looks out window* no it's dark so why...oh...Oh...get your mind outta there LL. :g2f: :P Night.

[Lord Loser]

*bswk*

night Whosie... *bswk*

[who45]

*grabs towel :hug:

[trubador]

I'm still battling phone line static, but for the moment I've got a clean line. Nice to see you people keepin' this thread a-rockin'....... hey! is that chocolate over there?
<----- :flee:

[BrowderChick]

Well that sucks...Hope they come and get it all fixed soon.

[kechara420]

Looks like I missed a bit of fun over the weekend ... *sigh* ... oh, well, I guess I'll just have to visit more often this week and this weekend ...

[scrape_medic]

:yes:

[faustus]

I must join in the fun someday

[kechara420]

Must remember to stock up on candy and popcorn first, though. :D

[faustus]

mmmm candy and popcorn

[kechara420]

They're not for eating, silly faustus ... they're for throwing at LL! :D

[faustus]

why waist perfectly good candy and popcorn on LL?
when you could use 2 day old bread.

[kechara420]

:lol ... you know, I think you'll fit in here JUST FINE, faustus!

[scrape_medic]

especially if he likes a spanking....:yes:

[faustus]

I'm a stickler for punishment

[kechara420]

:roflmao: Another one sucked in :D ...

[Lord Loser]

:g2f:

[Kathleen]

wow... I seemed to have missed alot over the weekend... That's okay, though. I was out playing in a ragball tournament ----- got a stand up double and scored a run, so I'm happy.

I