Cute_and_CuddlyRaccoons
Rider of the Mark
Alliance: The Shire
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MoST 2009- The Award ceremony!!
Louie awoke from sleep. For a second he didn't realize where he was...ah yes. The ship was on the way to Andoria...for MoST. He didn't know why he signed up for this gig. He was supposed to be hibernating. But...there was always plenty of good food. Even enough when Uncle Guido and Two-fingered Tony came along.
He took a glance out the window.
They were there! He hoped all his bags got delivered to the right room. He'd brought along some shiney baubles to help brighten up the place. After all, the underground city was rather drab.
After passing through what passed for Customs, Louie found himself being created by the local big cheese.
Sheesh. The guy looked ancient. But Louie was tactful and just mentioned how lovely everything was. He didn't want to go agitating the native just yet.
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Back in his room, Louie went for a satchel and pulled out a list. THE list. The judges had decided on the weekly events. Louie opened a bag of cheetos to munch on while he took a peek:
Week 1:
Social event - Red Carpet walk. The contestants get dressed up and try to impress the judges. Impromptu interviews may occur.
Competition - Enact a Trek love scene, emulating Captain Kirk. (Louie rolled his eyes at that one...he had heard the Captain would be around for the month).
Week 2:
Social event - Banquet (hee hee...Louie laughed to himself at that one) at the Govenor's Hall. That must be the old guy who met him at he disembarked. The guy was clueless.
Competition- Tribble Tossing Contest. 
Week 3:
Social event - Walk Like a Q Costume Ball
Competition - Replicators revenge- come up with a great meal from the Replicator and impress the judges. 
Week 4:
Social event - Andorian square dance
Competition - Hallelujah holodeck - Show how the holodeck can save the universe, or at least your own butt.
Louie was impressed. This month should be interesting.....
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Tookish_Traveler
Tookaburra
Alliance: Fangorn
Last Visited: 03 Sep 2010
Joined: 08 Apr 2002
Posts: 16962
Location: Pinko tree-hugging land!
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Posted: Sun Feb 1, 2009 4:34 am |
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Tooks paced the floor of the hotel lobby. Suddenly she saw an official looking person go to the MoST board and post a notice. Finally! The list of events.
She ran over and scanned the list. Week 1. Emulate Capt. Kirk in a love scene. She giggled. The Capt was here. She would have him coach her boy. This would be great! Tooks totted off to breakfast, hoping to spot the fine Captain along the way...
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Who shall I sponsor for
MoME 2010
????
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My attempt at
52 weeks
for 2010!
I kept this link just because it's too darn good!!
Star Trek meets Monty Python
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I'd rather be a forest than a street.
Yes I would.
If I only could,
I surely would.
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet,
Yes I would.
If I only could,
I surely would.
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heliona
The Sexy One
Alliance: House of Thranduil
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 02 Feb 2000
Posts: 5470
Location: Pendle
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Posted: Sun Feb 1, 2009 7:37 am |
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Dresses finally decided upon, Heliona finished packing and made her way onto her shuttle craft. She didn't like transporters; you never knew what situation you'd end up in.
Humming along to some Bajoran music that was playing faintly in the background, she left her ship and piloted her shuttle towards the icy blue world of Andoria. As she made subtle alterations to course and speed, she mused over the contestants and the event list. It was certainly going to be interesting.
Finally, she guided her craft to the landing bay set aside for those who were arriving by shuttle. Excited to see where she was staying, Heliona wrapped her cosy white fur-lined (fake, of course) coat around her, and disembarked.
She was met by a very polite Andorian, who seemed very pleased that the MoST was taking place on Andoria.
Obviously they haven't heard what goes on at these events,
Heliona thought to herself, but left the Andorian to his delusions.
Her room, or rather, rooms, were in the best part of the underground world. There was even an elevator up to the small village that was on the surface. Clearly they had been made aware for her desire to go to aboveground.
Heliona unpacked and then explored her suite. There was a bath the size of a small swimming pool, and a huge bed with a large plasma screen on the wall opposite. Instructions told her that should she wish it, she would be able to review the events of the MoST on it, just to refresh her memory before coming to her final decision.
As she was one of the first people to arrive, Heliona decided to take advantage of the extra time and make use of that large bath, before putting on her dress for the Red Carpet walk.
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Life is short; break the rules, forgive quickly; kiss lips slowly; love truly; laugh uncontrollably; and never regret anything that made you smile.
Grab a chance and you won't be sorry for the might-have-beens.
-
Arthur Ransome
to my one and only.
Come along, newbies, to the
Bookworms' Gateway to the Lounge and Garden - Adoption thread
if you want to be adopted. 
In Memoriam EDW - March 14th 2009
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In Memoriam AHH - Alfred Lord Tennyson
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rowanberry
In dancing she delights
Alliance: House of Feanor
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
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Location: Back row of the chorus in a silly Bollywood movie
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Posted: Sun Feb 1, 2009 8:29 am |
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From the window of her shuttle, Rowan looked at her destination that was getting quickly closer. Andoria didn't look too bad... But, when she docked and stepped out, she was really glad of her
clothing
that was designed for polar explorers.
Under the ground, where she was guided by a blue-skinned, white-haired Andorian, it was much warmer, though, and in her luxurious suite, it was just as warm as anywhere.
She was rather exhausted from the long trip, and decided to rest for a while before getting ready for the Red Carpet.
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Calma
CRAZY CAT LADY
Alliance: -None-
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 13 Feb 2001
Posts: 13073
Location: Up the road, across the street, down the lane, and around the bend
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Posted: Sun Feb 1, 2009 10:46 am |
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Amanda watched as Sarek read the list of challenges. Slowly the dark eyes of her husband turned to look at her. “A love scene, Amanda?” His right eyebrow arched. “Do they realize that such things are not for public display?”
“I’m sure they do, but it need only be a small one, my husband.” She grinned, her blue eyes twinkling. “And just think, you already have someone willing to act opposite of you.”
The tall Vulcan suppressed his smile as he folded the flyer and placed it in the inside pocket of his jacket. “That I do, Amanda.” He nodded as they followed their guide to their suite.
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LLAMA LOVE!!!
Join us in the
TVM
for all the fun!!
CAT LOVERS GUILD
Ethel
DEBBIE
Dannie
  
elrin, StarShadow, BigMama, Morwenna, where are you?
Thinking of you, Tyg...
Mariners!!
WY WUV WOO, FWANKIE!!!
45 Wins 71 Losses 
Sweet Mother of Mercy...
Go-Go-Jeffy-Jeffy-Go-Go!
ROCK ON!!!
Thank you.. 
"I don't believe what I just saw!"
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Troubled_Tribble
Citizen of Imladris
Alliance: default
Last Visited: 05 Mar 2009
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Posted: Sun Feb 1, 2009 1:24 pm |
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Having escaped the Scribes Tribble trap years ago, the tribble was hesitant about going to another MoST event. But the food, there was always such good food. He thought about how hard he had looked for a worthy sponsor’s luggage to stow-away on, and but no one seemed to like leaving their luggage unlocked.
However, in one of Heliona’s many shopping moments, he found her luggage open and being packed for the trip. Just how many dresses can an earth woman fit into one suitcase? Well, there was enough room left for one small tribble. Besides, Heliona was a judge, or so rumor had it. And she seemed nice enough. And maybe, just maybe, she would feed him? And the judges always got great bribes, didn’t they?
As Heliona was escorted to her room, the tribble peaked out from a loose zipper. “No sign of the Scribe, that’s good. Think I’ll stay hidden for a while till things get hopping.”
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notlistening
Mariner
Alliance: Gondor
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 04 Feb 2003
Posts: 6020
Location: corner of no and where
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Posted: Sun Feb 1, 2009 6:52 pm |
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“So, who are we waiting for again?” Mal asked nl, his feet propped up next to Wash’s dinosaurs on Serenity’s control panel. He pushed the T-Rex over with his boot.
“Jonathon Archer. He’s Captain of the new, new Enterprise but from before Kirk’s time.” nl told him, folding up clothes to take to Andoria. “You think it’ll be cold? Should I pack the thermals?”
“Naw, I’m hot blooded.” Mal dropped his feet to the floor with a loud thump and a curse in Chinese as the shiny new Enterprise appeared almost on top of the Firefly as it came out of hyperspace. “That was close! Doesn’t he have sensors or something on that boat! He could have scratched Serenity! And I just got the primary buffer panel straightened out.”
“Relax! Don’t get your tight pants in a twist.” nl smiled, leaning over Mal’s shoulder to activate the Cortex. “Captain Archer. You made good time.” She said to the handsome Captain who appeared on the view screen.
“Not too bad. Trip modified the matter converters and gave us a bit more power.” Jonathon told them. “Good evening Captain Reynolds. Kind of you to give us a lift to the MoST competition.”
“It’s all shiny with me. I love a good shindig. Besides I’m getting paid for this gig.” Mal told him. He turned to notlistening. “I am getting paid for this, aren’t I?”
“We’ll discuss payment later.” She whispered to him.
“So you want me to beam over? My gear is ready and so is Porthos.” Archer asked, oblivious to Mal’s scowl.
“Porthos being your…companion?” Mal asked, confused. He thought they were only transporting Archer.
“He’s my dog, Captain. An English Beagle. I hope that won’t be a problem.”
“No...no problem at all.” nl interjected. “Have Trip beam you straight to the cargo hold and we can be on our merry. Serenity out.” She shut off the cortex before Mal could get all huffy with her in front of her contestant. She stood in front of him so he couldn’t “wave” back.
“A dog? You know I don’t like carrying animals on my boat, nl.” Mal growled.
“What about Jayne? He’s a bit of an animal his own self.” She grinned, seating herself on Mal’s lap.
“This beagle have smallish droppings? You remember the cows from last time…” Mal asked, not allowing himself to become distracted.
“Absolutely. Now, set course for Andoria and we can work out a payment plan.” nl said, kissing his stubbled cheek and running down the walkway to the cargo hold. "I love my captain!!!" she called back to him.
“Sometimes I just wanna duct tape her mouth and dump her in the hold for a month so she can’t talk me into doin’ these competitions anymore.” Mal growled but obediently set course for the planet.
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Tookish_Traveler
Tookaburra
Alliance: Fangorn
Last Visited: 03 Sep 2010
Joined: 08 Apr 2002
Posts: 16962
Location: Pinko tree-hugging land!
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Posted: Mon Feb 2, 2009 5:05 am |
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Tooks was aghast!
“Ensign Ricky! You can’t wear that for the Red Carpet!”
“Why not? It’s my uniform.”
“But it’s …it’s….it’s like wearing a big bullseye. “
Tooks stepped outside the room for a moment and found a bin full of laundry. She grabbed a green tunic and threw it over Ricky’s shoulders.
“There. That helps a bit.”
“It looks stupid.”
"Better look stupid than look dead,”
Tooks muttered under her breath.
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Who shall I sponsor for
MoME 2010
????
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My attempt at
52 weeks
for 2010!
I kept this link just because it's too darn good!!
Star Trek meets Monty Python
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I'd rather be a forest than a street.
Yes I would.
If I only could,
I surely would.
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet,
Yes I would.
If I only could,
I surely would.
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IrisBrandybuck
Keep calm and carry on.
Alliance: The Shire
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
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Posts: 15039
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Posted: Mon Feb 2, 2009 5:29 am |
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Iris arrived on Andor just about when the Enterprise (NCC-1701-D) arrived. Data had assured her that he would prep Spot on everything involved in the MOST pagent and would pack all the needed items (including bribes she hoped).
It was captain Picard, however, who met her in her rooms with Spot in tow.
"Iris, good to see you!" he exclaimed, reaching towards her hand then hesitating when he realized her right arm was in a sling. "What..."
Grinning, Iris replied. "Swordfight injury. Nothing to worry about, captain. I just have to take it easy for a while."
"If you like, I could have Dr. Crusher..."
"That's quite all right, sir," she replied, crouching to greet Spot. "It makes my cousin Merry treat me with a little more respect."
After the captain had left, Iris and Spot got down to business. He sat primly on the bed while Iris sorted through his packed clothing and, oh joy!, vouchers for anything else she might need from the Enterprise's stores.
"We have the list of events already," she said, laying out the formal wear. Spot was definately going to look smart. "Nothing looks
too
difficult, for a change."
Spot blinked.
"Data's told you about what can happen? Okay then, there's just one more thing...I just found out...um...our emcee is...a racoon."
Spot hissed softly.
"I know, I know, but Louie volunteered. And we have a rule...don't beat up on the emcee. His compatriots, however..." Iris tried to explain Uncle Guido and Two-fingered Tony, but she wasn't sure Spot entirely understood.
"I think the only hard and fast rule we have is, don't kill another contestant. I think you'll do fine. Now, lets get you ready for the red carpet."
In less time than Iris imagined, with fewer scratches than she dreamed, Spot was dressed and ready to go:
Spot dressed up
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<-----Aw, c'mon! He's cute! Admit it!
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shaggydog
Rider of the Mark
Alliance: House of Beor
Last Visited: 08 Jun 2010
Joined: 20 Feb 2008
Posts: 619
Location: gone to earth
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Posted: Mon Feb 2, 2009 8:58 am |
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Bril glanced nervously at the monitor. The Romulan ship was completely invisible, wrapped as it was in its cloaking device. One of the random effects was to render windows in the ship useless. So as he perched uncomfortably at one of the consoles on the quarter deck, Bril instead watched the docking procedure on the tiny screen in front of him. It had been a harrowing voyage. If it weren’t for his own lupine ancestry, Bril had become convinced that Nero would have already had him taken to the sub-decks and turned into fertilizer for the Emperor’s pot plants. For some reason, the commander had an exaggerated fondness for wolves, in a rather romanticized way, which translated to a tenuous and not altogether gentle acceptance of the shape shifter aboard his vessel. A consequence of Nero’s obsession with his own mythological origins was that Bril was required to always be in wolf form when in the Romulan’s presence. This created untold difficulties when it came to preparing his contestant for MoST. It was also the reason Bril had sought sanctuary, of a kind, on the quarter deck, avoiding the bridge, Nero, and . . . Nero’s, er, significant other. How this would all play out on Andoria . . . Bril shook himself in a shiver that went from head to toes in dog-like fashion. A memory of rwhen attempting to copy this canine maneuver brought a quick smile to Bril’s face. Well, he thought with his usual ignorant optimism, it shouldn’t be so bad . . .
The docking procedure ended, with only a brief call to general quarters as the Andorans, taken by surprise as the Romulan spacecraft unveiled itself already secured to the mooring platform, had placed the entire docking station on red alert. Bril extracted himself from a cramped cupboard under the console and made his way quickly down the gantry. Arrangements had already been ordered by the commander to have their luggage transported to whatever quarters would be assigned to them. As a frigid blast of sub-zero air assailed him, Bril spontaneously morphed into dire wolf form, needing nothing more than his thick coat for protection against the planet’s hostile exterior climate. He was thankful though that most of the proceedings were to be carried on below the surface, in climate controlled comfort, allowing for optimal female judge habiliment. The thought of rwhen once more brought a smile, although this time to huge, bone crushing jaws. It was a fortuitous occurrence though as a horny blue humanoid had approached, papers in hand. With a startled look at the dire wolf, the emissary hastily thrust the papers into the gaping maw and even more hastily retreated to a safe distance. The flavor of Andoran parchment being not altogether pleasant, Bril dropped the paper to the ground, placed one great paw on it to hold it in place in the stiff breeze, and was just beginning his perusal of the list of MoSt events and activities, when a flurry of Romulan legionnaires coming to attention and a short blast of a war horn brought his head around in a snap.
Nero descended the gantry as a palpable presence of grim foreboding. The arctic air seemed to chill to absolute zero as the Romulan commander strode onto the platform, his only compromise to the weather being a
suit of leather
The effect of his time spent in the penal camps of Rura Penthe was apparent as, oblivious of the cold, he signaled to Bril. Picking up the list in his jaws once more, Bril trotted over, depositing the list in the commander’s gloved hand. Shaking the wolf slobber from the paper, Nero surveyed the roster of activities which would direct his next 28 days. Impassively he tossed the MoST agenda back to Bril, saying only, “Kirk was always willing to make an ass out of himself. I don’t do love scenes.”
Without turning to look, Nero signaled to the one waiting at the top of the gantry. With a shudder, Bril watched that descent, then took up the list again, trotting after the couple as they strode into the above ground hotel. Perhaps Elrond hadn’t been so difficult to deal with after all.
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Tookish_Traveler
Tookaburra
Alliance: Fangorn
Last Visited: 03 Sep 2010
Joined: 08 Apr 2002
Posts: 16962
Location: Pinko tree-hugging land!
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Posted: Mon Feb 2, 2009 11:24 am |
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Tooks was excited. She met Capt. Kirk outside the hall as the crowd gathered to oggle the contestants.
"Do you miss this?" she asked him.
"Of course..... not," was the reply. "But I understand you want me to coach Ensign Ricky for the first challenge."
"Yes! A love scene. He has to do a love scene."
"Well. That should be no problem," the captain smiled.
Just then Ensign Ricky appeared on the red carpet. He didn't appear too thrilled to be wearing a wrinkled tunic.
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Who shall I sponsor for
MoME 2010
????
___
My attempt at
52 weeks
for 2010!
I kept this link just because it's too darn good!!
Star Trek meets Monty Python
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I'd rather be a forest than a street.
Yes I would.
If I only could,
I surely would.
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet,
Yes I would.
If I only could,
I surely would.
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notlistening
Mariner
Alliance: Gondor
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 04 Feb 2003
Posts: 6020
Location: corner of no and where
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Posted: Mon Feb 2, 2009 5:38 pm |
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Once Mal had set course for Andoria, he sauntered down to the cargo hold to meet the newest victim of MoST. He smiled to his own self thinking of all the humiliating antics the raccoon would inflict on the latest batch of suckers. His boots clanged down the stairs until he caught sight of his hold…or what he could see of his hold! The place was littered with small furry balls of…well fur! He flicked one of the purring balls off the step and into the pile and searched for nl and Archer. They were piling Archer’s belonging up on the mule. A tall blue box was wedged in beside the mule. The beagle could not be seen, except for it’s wagging tail. Jayne was hip deep his own self.
“What the hell is going on in my cargo hold? Were there monkeys, some terrifying space monkeys that maybe got loose? Or terrifying balls of fluff as the case may be? Notlistening, I thought it was supposed to be only a dog…what are these things!” he growled, shuffling his way down onto the floor.
“My apologies, Captain Reynolds. The tribbles were meant to be in stasis until I needed to practice my juggling but they got loose somehow.” Archer said sheepishly, holding his hand out to Mal, who took it reluctantly.
“I had me a pilot who used to juggle geese.” Mal admitted then sighed. “Just get the things under control and out of any vital systems. I don’t want Kaylee to find any of these things and decide to keep one as a pet or worse, find one fried on the catalyser!”
“Sorry Mal.” nl apologised. “I’ll just stuff them in the Tardis until we get to Andor. The Doctor won’t mind. Well, he might, but as he’s tied up for a spell, he won’t complain us using it.”
“Not many will fit in that bitty space.” Jayne said, shovelling a passel of tribbles towards the open Tardis door.
“It’s a bit bigger on the inside than the outside.” nl told him, getting a broom to help.
“Just have it fixed by the time we hit atmo!” Mal called over his shoulder as he made his way back to the bridge of Serenity. A couple of tribbles had caught on his belt but nl didn’t have the heart to tell him.
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the mouth of sauron
Alliance: Numenore
Last Visited: 03 Jan 2010
Joined: 07 Mar 2000
Posts: 7986
Location: Australia
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Davey sat in one of the many unoccupied chair's on the flight deck of the cloaked Klingon Bird of prey as it floated in orbit above Andoria... (In fact all the seats were empty, except his and the captains’ chair)
Um.... Garak are you sure those Klingons you mentioned won’t mind that you borrowed their ship? And you did borrow it didn't you?
Garak's head slowly turned to face Davey and Davey could see the look forming on his face, the look he had seen a thousand times... That look that says... "In a manner of speaking what I said is true... but!"
How on earth did you manage to steal a Klingon warship and what happened to the crew, and will they come looking for their ship?
The Cardassian smoothed his wrinkled Klingon uniform..... My dear.... dear Davey, the best friend I have ever had.... firstly we are not on earth, secondly as a gardener and an above average tailor I have connections... and no! the planet I left the crew on has very little in the way of modern technology....
Davey cupped his head in his hands.... I don't want to know any more.... let's get changed and transport to the customs check in area... And remember what Capt. Sisko said... your his personal representative here.... Oh forget it... you've already blown that....
The two best friends changed and beamed down.....
Davey.
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condemnant quod non intellegunt
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Cute_and_CuddlyRaccoons
Rider of the Mark
Alliance: The Shire
Last Visited: 27 Oct 2009
Joined: 20 Aug 2004
Posts: 684
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Posted: Tue Feb 3, 2009 7:37 am |
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Ricky attempted to swagger down the red carpet, like he used to see Capt. Kirk do. The fangirls grabbed at his tunic, and he began to realize it might be ripped off. That would get Tooks upset. But just then a furry figure stepped forth, holding a large microphone in a two-fingered hand. Before Ricky knew it, the microphone was in front of his face.
"Ricky! Glad to see you here at MoST! I'm 'No baloney Tony', from CTN*. How do you feel? Think you'll do well in the various competitions?"
(*CTN - Critter TV News)
Ricky was startled, but he recovered quickly. "Yes, Tony. I expect to perform well. I've have extensive Starfleet training for all sorts of situations."
"Yessirre," Tony answered. "And what about Tooks? Your sponsor has given us winners the past two years!"
"Um, she's okay. A bit paranoid though."
"Really? Do you have a scoop for us, Ricky?"
Just then Ricky noticed Tooks coming their way. "Thank you, Tony. Maybe we can continue this later..." Ricky made a quick exit.
Tony shrugged and looked around for his next victim......
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rwhen
Gettin' Older
Alliance: Grey Havens
Last Visited: 03 Sep 2010
Joined: 08 Aug 2001
Posts: 23620
Location: Daytrippin'
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Posted: Tue Feb 3, 2009 7:52 am |
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rwhen walked down the carpet just behind Tooks and saw the reporter from CTN waiting to *pounce* on his next victim. She decided that ignoring the critter was the best thing to do and turned to the right waving to the onlookers who were waiting for the events in this years MoST.
The judge had tried to
dress
appropriately for Andoria's submerged city, but even she had to admit, it was a bit depressing.
There must be more *happy* clothing to be purchased
, she thought and made her way to the judges table.
Craning her neck, rwhen tried to locate the other two judges, heliona and Rowan, but as yet could not see them.
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Love is as big or as little as a hug!!
I will always treasure and remember your appreciation. Thank you. -2007 WCA's
Overwhelmed by your support and appreciation. Thank you. - 2008 WCA's
The Expected Party!!
is now on the road to Gondor to celebrate. Join us.
Also trying to get
Tyg and Maedhros wed.
and getting into trouble with
Rally The Eldar.
Time out of Mind, forever bound to my Knight Ayslhyn
Vanadarlin'
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IrisBrandybuck
Keep calm and carry on.
Alliance: The Shire
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
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Posted: Tue Feb 3, 2009 7:52 am |
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Iris paused at the head of the red carpet. "Okay, all you have to do is walk down to the other end, where I'll be waiting, and look handsome."
Spot purred in response, as if to say, "Piece of cake, I already AM handsome!"
As Iris worked her way through the crowd towards the end of the carpet, she spotted Bril with his contestant just arriving and stifled a snicker. Nothing at all like going to extremes. She passed Ensign Ricky...who? Oh, yeah, the red shirt...and paused for a moment to watch the fan girls in action. Suddenly, Two-fingered Tony appeared and began asking difficult questions.
Spinning around, Iris tried to work her way back to Spot, who had no clue what he was in for, but was stopped by two klingons and a wookie who'd had a bit too much blood wine and were singing a traditional wookie mating song at the top of their lungs. Desperately, she tried to get around them...she had to get to Spot and warn him before...
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<-----Aw, c'mon! He's cute! Admit it!
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Cute_and_CuddlyRaccoons
Rider of the Mark
Alliance: The Shire
Last Visited: 27 Oct 2009
Joined: 20 Aug 2004
Posts: 684
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Posted: Tue Feb 3, 2009 10:35 am |
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.....Tony spied the next contestant headin down the carpet......
"Spot!! How wonderful! Can I ask you a few questions?" 'No Baloney Tony" inquired of the handsome cat.
"Meow," was the reply.
"Excellent! Spot, perhaps you can tell our viewers about your rather........interesting past. As I understand it, you are not always considered to be a ma...."
Just then Tony felt himself shoved out of the way by perturbed hobbit lass.
"Come along, Spot," she said. "Make sure you don't ever talk to this fellow again!"
Without a backward glance she hustled the cat down the red carpet.
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shaggydog
Rider of the Mark
Alliance: House of Beor
Last Visited: 08 Jun 2010
Joined: 20 Feb 2008
Posts: 619
Location: gone to earth
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Posted: Tue Feb 3, 2009 10:53 am |
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The Andoran desk clerk had seemed well happy to hand over the keys to the suite to Bril. The dire wolf, as large as a small pony, was still several degrees less alarming than Nero, who stood silently, arms across muscular chest. Keys in hand, Bril trotted ahead of the other two, Nero having dismissed the blue bell boy with a fierce glower. Upon reaching the rooms, Bril fumbled a bit with trying to swipe the card with his mouth. After several failed attempts, the girl who accompanied them stepped forward and with one swift movement kicked the door open. Following her, and his still silent main contestant, into the suite, Bril hopped over a large splinter of press board, wondering if the door was chargeable to the contest as “entertainment”, or perhaps, “security”.
Their trunks, packs and suitcases were stowed neatly in the luggage alcove. Bril sat and whined, unable to communicate with the Romulan commander in any form of humanoid speech. Nero was staring at the girl, who ignored him and instead nodded curtly to Bril. “Change then. We may need your help.”
Swiftly assuming human form once more, Bril avoided Nero’s scowl of disapproval, directing his attention to the girl. Might need his help indeed, he thought inwardly, but outwardly he tried to show no sign of anything other than cringing servitude. “Yes, er, well, we should probably get changed and get down to the red . . . “
“I know.” The girl said simply enough. “Nero, it’s time for you to change.”
The Romulan came to with a start. A look of petulant defiance crossed his patterned face. “Change? But, what’s wrong with this?” He swept one hand down his front, smoothing the already sleek leather. “I like it. It’s comfy, and it fits just right – sets everything off so well.” The commander was turning about in front of the mirror, checking out the view from behind. “Dontcha think, hun?”
“No, I don’t think.” The girl said with a frown, shaking her head. “Now put on that tux. But first we’ll do your hair.”
“Oh baby – no! Not the hair! C’mon now, you know I look so emo with long hair! Bald is way more my look, and it shows off the tatts better!” His exclamations fell on deaf ears as the girl crossed to the luggage and withdrew a bottle. With one raised eyebrow, she quelled his protests. “Do you want to do this the easy way . . . or shall I . . . “
“No, no, babe! It’s fine, fine. But I can shave it off later, right?” Nero began to slip out of his leather suit and Bril turned away to avoid seeing the heart patterned silk boxers.
“We’ll see.” The girl said noncommittally, pushing him down onto a chair and dousing his skull with the aromatic contents of the bottle. “Perhaps if you ace the love scene a la James T. Kirk this evening . . . “
“Aw, babe! No! Now, you know I’m no good at that ‘bed room eyes – I’m soooo sultry and sexy’ kinda rubbish! And I am not gonna wear eye shadow!” Nero half turned his head to look at the girl, who promptly splashed a good amount of the hair elixir into his eye.
“That’s enough!” She commanded over his yelp of pain. “You know the plan. You know the consequences if you fail. If either of you fail.” Here she swept Bril with a cold glance as she continued to massage the liquid into the newly sprouted thatch of wavy dark hair on the Romulans head.
Neither man dared to speak for the next few minutes. Nero finished his preparations with a hang-dog look, putting on the tux without a whimper of complaint. Bril stood nervously to the side, wanting only to get to the evening’s event and have a chance to flirt with rwhen. He started slightly when the girl observed, “I’ve given it some consideration. You’ll obviously need someone to play the scene with. No, not me.” She added shaking her head as Nero’s face had lit up momentarily. “That won’t do at all.” Her gaze switched to lock Bril in her slightly demented stare. “You’ll do. Here, put these on.” She turned again to the trunks and pulled out multiple articles, tossing them to Bril.
Mouth gaping slightly, Bril thought of
that night
when he had first met Rain Tam in that bar. His arms full of clothes and accessories, he nodded numbly.
***
Fifteen minutes later saw the trio making their way down to the lobby in the elevator. Dead silence reigned. As the doors slid open,
the newly transformed Nero grabbed the as equally transformed Bril
and started down the red carpet to the great hall, River opting to blend surreptitiously into the background.
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rowanberry
In dancing she delights
Alliance: House of Feanor
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 10 Apr 2002
Posts: 17007
Location: Back row of the chorus in a silly Bollywood movie
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Posted: Tue Feb 3, 2009 11:26 am |
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After a short rest and a refreshing shower, Rowan changed into something suitable for the red carpet -
- and went to watch the contestants arrive. Of her fellow judges, Rwhen was already there, and she joined her company; Heliona hadn't got there yet.
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notlistening
Mariner
Alliance: Gondor
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 04 Feb 2003
Posts: 6020
Location: corner of no and where
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Posted: Tue Feb 3, 2009 2:31 pm |
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Mal closed the door to the bridge to keep teh fur balls at bay as he began to orbit Andoria. It looked kinda pretty from space but who knew what evil and scary things lurked below the surface...besides a whole posse of raccoons, a vicious orange cat and a really large wolf. The beagle didn't stand a chance.
"Ya'll may want to strap yourselves in. This could be a rockety ride." he called over the intercom.
"Define rockety?" nl's voice asked.
"Oh God oh God, we're all going to die." Mal grinned as Serenity hit atmo with a shudder.
"Please tell me he was kidding?" Archer looked concerned as nl pulled her seat belt tighter. He followed suite. Jayne just grinned like the maniac he was. "Mal gonna straighten out this boat before we get flattened?" he continued to ask as the Firefly class ship continued to buck through the clouds.
"Like a downy feather. No one flies like my mister." nl grinned as Mal finally eased the ship down onto the landing platform with hardly a bump.
"Please wait until the ship has come to a complete halt..." Mal's voice came over teh com system as Archer released his buckle. Serenity shuddered again and threw the Enterprise captain to teh floor. "Ok, that seems to be it."
"Welcome to Andoria, home of strange blue people with pointy antenna on their heads." nl said as the cargo bay doors opened and a reception committee awaited their disembarkation.
Jayne loaded Archer and nl's gear, none too kindly onto the mule and told them he'd be in his bunk if they needed him further. Archer doubted he meant that.
Mal jumped in the mule, waited til nl was aboard and drove the small vehicle out onto the planet's surface, following the Andoran guides.
"Yeah, this is gonna go great..." Archer muttered as he grabbed Porthos's lead and left the ship.
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heliona
The Sexy One
Alliance: House of Thranduil
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 02 Feb 2000
Posts: 5470
Location: Pendle
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Posted: Tue Feb 3, 2009 3:29 pm |
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Heliona finally managed to drag herself away from her relaxing bath, and walked back into the bedroom. She saw a furry object sitting beside her dress that didn't look like her
cream cape.
Upon closer inspection, she realised what it was. Or rather, who. "Troubled Tribble," she said, hands on her hips. "I knew it! Well, there's some complimentary sweets around here somewhere. You're welcome to them. Just don't get hair on my clothes."
The plasma screen, which she had left turned on, showed her that contestants were arriving, and that the other two judges had just made their way down the red carpet. She swore under her breath, and dressed rapidly.
Putting a minimum of makeup on, and hastily drying her hair, Heliona picked up her cream stole and dashed out of her room, leaving behind Troubled Tribble investigating a large bowl.
Once at the red carpet, she posed for the cameras:
Then she walked up the red carpet, waving, and managing to avoid an interview with "No Baloney Tony" by sending him a no-nonsense glare, and joined the lovely rwhen and rowanberry at the judges' table.
"Sorry I'm a little late. I got distracted by the bath," Heliona apologised, grinning.
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Life is short; break the rules, forgive quickly; kiss lips slowly; love truly; laugh uncontrollably; and never regret anything that made you smile.
Grab a chance and you won't be sorry for the might-have-beens.
-
Arthur Ransome
to my one and only.
Come along, newbies, to the
Bookworms' Gateway to the Lounge and Garden - Adoption thread
if you want to be adopted.
In Memoriam EDW - March 14th 2009
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In Memoriam AHH - Alfred Lord Tennyson
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A warm embrace from a loved one can ease many a sorrow or weary heart.
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Lithtaur16
Ranger of the North
Alliance: Rohan
Last Visited: 07 Jul 2010
Joined: 02 Jun 2002
Posts: 2712
Location: COLORADO!
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Posted: Tue Feb 3, 2009 7:36 pm |
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"We aren't late yet Pavel! I promise! And you know my writer is sorry that the shuttle was late to the transporter."
"Weeell, yes she really couldn't help that could she. I'll ask Scotty if he can teach that repairman something about the... what did she name it?"
"Washing machine! For the clothes! It flooded half her room..."
"Oh yes! The washing machine! It was a Russian inwention you know..."
Lith didn't know anything about that last bit as Ashley had been far too stressed to discuss the details of modern technology. She had just needed Lith for a few minutes to help "persuade" the manager of the urgency of the situation... it had worked of course.
And they were here now, on Andoria. As Lith looked around she couldn't help but be reminded of the great northern wastes and dark orc mines as the locals assisted them to the underground city. It actually made her feel a little more comfortable from familiarity.
The trip over... had not been as pleasant. It wasn't all the new different faces that the Ranger met that had nearly unnerved her. It was seeing Middle Earth disappear so fast beyond her sight when the ships started moving at first and then the cramped quarters and lack of natural color... and the
slight
motion sickness too boot. It had taken some restraint for Lith to not ditch this idea entirely. Acceptance had come when she stopped asking questions about the... logistics of their situation (air, food, water, etc  ) and started working with Chekov on how he would win this year's MoST. His previous experience in the matter would be extremely valuable.
It was her thoughts about the trip that Pavel seemed to pick up on then as he was watching her.
"Space travel can be a very hard your first time. I remember when I was first assigned on a very loooonnng mission. I missed home like I never did before... sooo I did two things. I talked about my home All the time and I honor the most important Russian tradition of all as often as possible."
"And what's that Pavel?"
"Always bring Russia's best and share it! This should be fun, rrreally!"
A smile finally broke across Lith's face.
"I don't know anything about your vodka except the name but back home it's good luck to buy a bard a beer."
"Ah! We might need that considering how things went last year! There should be a red carpet thing that we have to get through first and then maybe we can find a few friends."
"Deal!"
Then they arrived... Lith was very impressed with the setup considering it was underground and all. The rooms were good and their things were already there. She went to get the list of events while Chekov changed for the Red Carpet walk.
There was a serious problem with one of them as far as Lith understood but she thought she knew how to approach it.
“You’re right Pavel! There’s a risk of running into that pesky critter you were talking about earlier. What was his name? Two-fingered Tony?”
A mumbled “Yes!” is heard above the sound of brushing behind the door to the bathroom.
“You’re going to like this first competition I think! It’s a love scene emulating your Captn. Kirk… We’re going to have to talk about the second one…”
“Whrry?”
“I’ll show you after we get through this first bit. Just saying you won’t like it much…”
Pavel stuck his head out the door and then came all the way out. He certainly looked charming in his tux.
“May I see that, please.”
Lith had to hand him the paper. His face dropped two shades before he passed it back.
“Trrr… Trrribbles?!”
“Pavel! I said we’ll do this one event at a time! I watched the records… I know you’re terrified of them. I’m sure if they’re featured in this shindig then the folks have SOME way of controlling them though! And I think you’re competing against one of them! Think you can at least throw one as far from you as possible?”
The poor Russian was seriously unnerved but he conceded that much of her point.
“Come on. Tell me what the First event is again, Chekov.”
“A… love scene.”
“Yes! Are you ready Pavel?”
He looked around and gathered himself. Surely Lith had a plan to or else she was right. There wouldn’t be any trouble with tribbles…
“Yeesss… but are you, Ms. Lithtaur? I have something in mind and I need a partner you know…”
He grinned at her and she wondered if he and Master Erinhue shared a relative somewhere. If he’d sprung it on her any more suddenly her own mouth would have dropped open.
“I… uh… wouldn’t be a particularly good partner. My experience with men has either been as a friend or guide… or as someone who cuts them to pieces… little pieces. I’m not an actor… we’ll talk about it. NOW we are going to be late! Come on!”
Thank goodness she was already wearing her best white linen shirt and embroidered green tunic and pants. The scuff marks on her dark leather boots would have to stay though as she glanced at the clock and grabbed his arm, hauling him out the door. They practiced his ability to walk quickly and confidently while blending in to a red carpet and avoiding certain very large, furry annoying critters on the way.
They came to the head of the walk and Lith broke away waving.
“I’ll meet you at the other side!”
Pavel waved back and then started his way down the fluffy red road ahead of him, smiling and waving to the crowd while also keeping an eye out for ol’ Tony.
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3251613351_dc3ffd5cf8.jpg
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Calma
CRAZY CAT LADY
Alliance: -None-
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 13 Feb 2001
Posts: 13073
Location: Up the road, across the street, down the lane, and around the bend
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Posted: Tue Feb 3, 2009 8:07 pm |
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Sarek looked out at the gathered paparazzi then turned to his wife. His Vulcan demeanor nearly crumbled at the sight of his lady. “Well?” she smiled, knowingly.
“Interesting.” He stoically nodded. “Very interesting.”
She gave over a small laugh as she slipped her arm through his. “Time to go, my husband.”
“Dressed as you are, I may need those Klingon security agents.” His casual statement caused her to laugh out loud as they stepped onto the red carpet and graciously posed for the photographers as made their way across it.
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LLAMA LOVE!!!
Join us in the
TVM
for all the fun!!
CAT LOVERS GUILD
Ethel
DEBBIE
Dannie
elrin, StarShadow, BigMama, Morwenna, where are you?
Thinking of you, Tyg...
Mariners!!
WY WUV WOO, FWANKIE!!!
45 Wins 71 Losses
Sweet Mother of Mercy...
Go-Go-Jeffy-Jeffy-Go-Go!
ROCK ON!!!
Thank you..
"I don't believe what I just saw!"
~Jack Buck~
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notlistening
Mariner
Alliance: Gondor
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 04 Feb 2003
Posts: 6020
Location: corner of no and where
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Posted: Tue Feb 3, 2009 8:35 pm |
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Notlistening booked her contestant and her entourage into their suite in the hotel Andoria. It kind of reminded her of the Hotel Astoria in New York. Mal tipped the bellboy, with an actual tip, suggesting that he stay out of Reaver territory out Miranda way and shut the door on the young blue skinned boy.
“Let’s see what’s on the agenda for this year.” nl said, opening the dark blue envelope.
“These people certainly like their blue…” Mal commented, pouring himself a glass of some bluish beverage. “Mmmm, tasty.”
“Okay, Jonathon, we first have to get you dressed for the red carpet walk then…oh dear.” nl stopped mid sentence.
“What? I have to wrestle a Klingon Targ in blue jelly?” Archer joked, getting his dress uniform out of the suit bag.
“I wouldn’t give them any ideas.” Mal told him, sprawling into an overstuffed royal blue armchair.
“No. You have to do a love scene…”
“Shouldn’t be too hard…” Archer nodded, removing a couple of stray tribbles from his bag.
“Like Kirk.” nl added.
“Oh.” Jonathon looked up, a tribble in each hand, mid juggle.
Mal grinned. “I guess you have to go where no one in his right mind has gone before…”
“Idiot. Not a love scene with Kirk, just like him.” nl slapped him. She gave Mal a PADD and press play.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytbkGPAopC4
“Okay…so the guy has a way with women. Who’da thunk it? Physique like his?” Mal was unimpressed. “And how come his looses his shirt every episode? Why didn’t they do that for me?”
“Wellllll, what about when Yosafbrigde left you neekid in the desert after the caper with the gun?” nl unzipped her garment bag and shook the wrinkles from her crimson velvet gown.
“I’d take it as a kindness if you’d forget that little adventure.”
Archer had changed into his good clothes and was ready to walk the red carpet. Mal and nl quickly changed as well, though Mal’s good clothes weren’t actually that classy. A little tight, if Jonathon had to say. They left the suite and headed towards the reception room.
“Oh and you have to interview with Two Fingered Tony.” nl informed Archer as they approached the carpet.
“Yeah, buddy, I’ll see you in the bar.” Mal said, and steered nl away from the flashing cameras and paparazzi of Andoria.
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the mouth of sauron
Alliance: Numenore
Last Visited: 03 Jan 2010
Joined: 07 Mar 2000
Posts: 7986
Location: Australia
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Posted: Wed Feb 4, 2009 4:36 am |
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After a lenghty and unwarranted delay at the security office......
Davey and Garak made there way towards the Hotel Andoria.... "Garak, for the last time, are you sure these are the suites were are required to wear on the red carpet?"
The pair of them stopped mid strid and nearlly feel over eachother.... sighing Garak replied in his quaint manner, hiding a sly smile... "And for the last time the answer is yes.... and no, do not know what happend to the invites...."
Some where ahead of the dueo Garak spotted an interesting couple... One of whom he would be very glad to chat to at some stage....
Ooo, Davey did I ever tell you I was once a gardener your the Cardassian embassey on Romulas? And there is Amanda and Sarek... I wonder if I could get a part time position as a gardener on Vulcan...?"
No! Forget it.... Snapped davey.... Anyway your supossed to be looking after the Obsidian Orders
C
Ounter
R
econersance
A
ttack
P
osse so that he can keep an eye on that fiendish Feline Spot
Davey.
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condemnant quod non intellegunt
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IrisBrandybuck
Keep calm and carry on.
Alliance: The Shire
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 28 Nov 2003
Posts: 15039
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Posted: Wed Feb 4, 2009 6:06 am |
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Iris picked Spot up and hurried to their suite. "Sorry about that...I forgot about Two-fingered Tony..."
"Merrroup?"
"Pretty much, yes," she replied, carefully setting him on the bed. "The raccoons are...well, racoons. Now...we're supposed to also have you re-enact a love scene ala Captian Kirk." Iris sat on the edge of the bed and helped Spot remove his red carpet attire. "Any thoughts?"
Spot blinked slowly, yawned and began licking his paw. Taking that to mean he was thinking it over, Iris went about unpacking the rest of their stuff. Twenty minutes later she returned to find Spot curled up in a tight, furry ball, fast asleep and snoring.
"Guess I have to come up with something," she muttered.
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<-----Aw, c'mon! He's cute! Admit it!
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Tookish_Traveler
Tookaburra
Alliance: Fangorn
Last Visited: 03 Sep 2010
Joined: 08 Apr 2002
Posts: 16962
Location: Pinko tree-hugging land!
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Posted: Thu Feb 5, 2009 7:56 am |
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Tooks left Ricky with Captain Kirk to discuss the best way to approach the 'love scene' competition. She had volunteered
to help the Captain demonstrate an interspace kiss, but he said it wasn't necessary. Tooks was suspicous. Did he ask
that Hobby for help instead???
She stomped from the room and headed to the bar. A margarita would taste good about now. Okay, so it was still
morning. But lime juice is citrus...good for you in the morning!!!
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Who shall I sponsor for
MoME 2010
????
___
My attempt at
52 weeks
for 2010!
I kept this link just because it's too darn good!!
Star Trek meets Monty Python
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I'd rather be a forest than a street.
Yes I would.
If I only could,
I surely would.
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet,
Yes I would.
If I only could,
I surely would.
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notlistening
Mariner
Alliance: Gondor
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 04 Feb 2003
Posts: 6020
Location: corner of no and where
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Posted: Thu Feb 5, 2009 2:23 pm |
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OOC: I have no idea if this is correct for a Kirk love scene but I'll give it a go...
IC:
Jonathon had thought long and hard about what love scene he should do ala Kirk and at last, had made a decision. He “phoned a friend” to do the scene with as notlistening was out of the question, her being his sponsor and all. Also Mal would kill him if he tried anything untoward.
As he awaited his turn on stage to do the scene, he adjusted his Kirk style uniform (from the Original series wardrobe collection.) Gold wasn’t really his colour but the pants fit nice.
“You nervous?” nl asked, carrying out the stool her required for the scene. Mal grunted as he strained to pick up the table with the wheel on it.
“I’ll be fine, as soon as T’Pol gets here.” Archer brushed imaginary lint from his sleeve, amused to see Reynolds lugging his props around all manly like.
“Strange choice for a love interest, a Vulcan, don’tcha think?” nl frowned, directing where Mal should put the table. “No, it should be more stage right, Mal…” Reynolds growled something under his breath but shifted the heavy prop to the right.
“She’s a professional. This will be fine…” he was cut off mid sentence as the lithe Vulcan first officer beamed down a few metres from where nl stood.
“Good afternoon, First Officer T’Pol.” nl said, greeting the pretty Vulcan. She had warned Mal not to make any snarky comments about her ears, and could see his eyes gleaming with unsaid remarks.
“Notlistening, Captain Reynolds, Captain Archer.” She said in her no-nonsense tone. Glancing at the props and the costume set aside for herself, she raised an eyebrow. “I still find this inappropriate use of my person, but as the Vulcan High Command has allowed Ambassador Sarek to take part in this farce, I have no choice in the matter.”
“I only asked as a favour, T’Pol. I couldn’t see Hoshi in the role…” Archer tried to explain.
“Asking is just polite demanding.” Mal grinned at his awkwardness. She gave him a withering stare and he step back a little. “Say, have you been taking intimidation lessons from the Scribe?”
“I do not know this Scribe person but she sounds fascinating.” T’Pol said, taking the costume and putting it on over her uniform.
“She’s a mite ornery, crotchety and space paranoid which breaks my heart.” Mal told her. “Can we get on with this piece of fiction? I need a drink.”
“5 minutes til curtain.” the blue skinned stage manager said, pulling the curtain back a little.
“That’s your cue.” nl said, dragging Mal off to the wings. “Good luck.”
The stage lights dipped to black, there was some shuffling of feet and a grunt of pain as someone ran into something in the dark, then the swelling of music filled the hall. The curtain rose to spotlight T’Pol, dressed as a potter, sitting at a wheel as “Unchained Melody” played around her. Archer appeared, removed his gold uniform jacket and sat behind her. He put his arms around her and began to help her shape the clay.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1rdmv_ghost-unchained-melody_events
They began to craft out of the wet clay, a model of the OS Enterprise ship.
“This is a most satisfactory representation of the Enterprise, Captain Kirk.” She said, allowing Archer to kiss her neck.
“Mmmm hmmm. Let’s beam up to my room.” He said, standing up, his bare chest covered in clay hand prints.
“That would be inappropriate, Captain.” T’Pol said, wiping her hands on Archer’s discarded shirt.
“I can make it an order, ensign.” Archer swept the Vulcan into his arms and kissed her.
A bright light, simulating the transporter blinds the audience momentarily, giving an uncomfortable Archer and irritable T’Pol the chance to get off stage. A muffled thump and "ooooph" was heard.
A scattering of applause followed by a few wolf whistles signalled the reluctance acting duo to take their bows. Luckily the curtain closed quickly.
“So, that’s what Kirk is like with women…Good thing he never met Zoe.” Mal quipped.
“See, that wasn’t so bad.” nl said, handing Archer a towel to clean his own self off. T’Pol went to find a basin to rinse her hands.
“Having never actually seen the man in action, I wasn’t sure of the accuracy.” Archer grumbled.
“Didn’t they give lessons in Kirk at the Academy? Kirk seduction -101 or some such nonsense?” Mal asked.
“Technically, I was before his time. Can we just go? I really need a drink after that.” Archer said, putting his own uniform back on.
“And we should get far away from the angry pointy eared chick too.” Mal agreed and they two men headed for the bar.
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rwhen
Gettin' Older
Alliance: Grey Havens
Last Visited: 03 Sep 2010
Joined: 08 Aug 2001
Posts: 23620
Location: Daytrippin'
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Posted: Thu Feb 5, 2009 3:55 pm |
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*rwhen clapped loudly at Archer's reenactment from [i]Ghost[/b], and the pottery scene was very romantic. She wonders if Kirk could have done so well himself and made the appropriate notations in her palm pad*
Leaning to the judge on her left side, "That wasn't half bad was it?"
Heliona raised her left eyebrow to her scalp line. "ya think?"
Rowan made her own notations and they continued to watch the show.
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Love is as big or as little as a hug!!
I will always treasure and remember your appreciation. Thank you. -2007 WCA's
Overwhelmed by your support and appreciation. Thank you. - 2008 WCA's
The Expected Party!!
is now on the road to Gondor to celebrate. Join us.
Also trying to get
Tyg and Maedhros wed.
and getting into trouble with
Rally The Eldar.
Time out of Mind, forever bound to my Knight Ayslhyn
Vanadarlin'
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Calma
CRAZY CAT LADY
Alliance: -None-
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 13 Feb 2001
Posts: 13073
Location: Up the road, across the street, down the lane, and around the bend
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Sarek adjusts the vest over the turtleneck sweater as Amanda brushes away any lint that might me hiding. “All is set, my husband.” She says as she finishes her task. “Jean-Luc is prepared and waiting at the appointed spot.”
“Have the stage hands been briefed, Amanda?”
“They have. The intermission will be timely. Long enough to avoid too much of a BAP.” The auburn haired woman winked then smiled. “I know this is not your strong point, yet I know you will do well, my husband.” She took a moment to glance about the area. Seeing no one near, she gave her husband’s cheek a quick kiss. “Break a leg, Sarek.”
“Break a leg?” his eye brows furrowed for a moment then relaxed as he remembered the old Earth tradition. “I shall do exactly that, Amanda.”
“There’s our cue, Sarek. Let’s go.”
Sarek, dressed as James Kirk is with Jean-Luc Picard in the kitchen of a mountain cabin.
Kirk is still looking around the kitchen when suddenly a woman’s voice from somewhere upstairs stops the captian in his tracks. As she speaks, Picard can see the shock on Kirk's face.
”Come on, Jim, I'm starving. How long are you going to be rattling around that kitchen?”
“That's Antonia...” Kirk looks at the food on the stove. He begins to realize something. “Wait a minute...” Kirk glances at Picard.
”The future... what are you talking about? This is the past...”
Kirk moves to a drawer and opens it. Inside is a HORSESHOE with a tiny red bow tied to it. This confirms things for Kirk. He picks up the horseshoe. “This is nine years ago... the day. I told her I was going back to Starfleet...”
Kirk is swept up in the moment, overwhelmed by memories, sensations, feelings. He goes back to the frying pan and looks at the contents with a sudden burst of recognition. “These were Ktarian eggs -- her favorite. I was cooking them to soften the blow... And I gave her this.” He lifts the horseshoe
Picard steps up to Kirk. “I know how real this must seem to you, but it's not. This isn't Really your house. We've both been caught up in some sort of temporal nexus.”
The curtain draws closed and an intermission of five minutes is called for....
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