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Post by jeffreazy on Jan 21, 2011 15:04:53 GMT
Yeah I'll be there, snacks and all
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Post by aturin on Jan 21, 2011 15:24:10 GMT
unfourtunately i wont be, sorry im a dick, if people want to do this tomorrow instea im fin but i wont be abl to make it tonight, so sorry
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Post by arcadehamster on Jan 21, 2011 16:03:27 GMT
Ok sure no worries, What sort of time tomorro?
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Post by GHOON on Jan 21, 2011 16:48:03 GMT
I'm fine with tommorow if everyone else is.
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Post by jeffreazy on Jan 21, 2011 18:25:22 GMT
But my snacks With that said tomorrow is fine for me
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Post by ltcollingwood on Jan 22, 2011 4:18:39 GMT
you mite have to go kill reavers without me
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Post by arcadehamster on Jan 22, 2011 17:19:41 GMT
A Friday Serenity Christmas special, from the perspective of Bruce:
We load up our newly aquired ship and take off, being the responsible mechanic I am, I take my place in the engine room.
Sat in the engine room, overseeing the heart of the ship the engines speed up, turning on the coms system, I ask Collinwood what the deal is and find that he's responding to a distress beacon. Making an appearance in the cabin I question him about this and agree that though it indeed is very noble that we should rescue others, it probably helps if the cabin fuel and other systems gauges work and that, being the most mechanically inclined person on board, I should fix them.
Rising up under the control panel, repairs done, the whole crew is there, plus one. It turns out there was a stowaway on board, apparently good with computers, and the crew decided to take him on while I was busy. There's no real time to meet and greet him at this time as the source of the beacon is now within visuals, and my what a sight it is.
The signal, which had long since stopped, originated from a point which was occupied by what I believe inner world folk call a pleasure cruiser; a large space dwelling vessel built traditionally for rich folk to group together and spend their honeymoons on. This one's a bit different though as its adorned with what I swear were ancient-Earth-that-was style Christmas decorations (once got to know a las who was into Earth-that-was re-enactment; her society would do things for different holidays, they'd get so drunk... but I digress). We figured the ship was in trouble as com's were out as were the engines, and there was a gaping hole in the side of the ship where there usually is not.
So we find an entrance, dock, and Collinwood and Summer don space suits and and enter the airlock.
When we open the door they both report back that not only is the atmosphere still intact, but that the are looking into a crowd of smiling faces. O, and there was Old Christmas songs playing on the speaker system.
It turns out that these guys were 'smilers', some sort of cult dedicated to the spreading of happiness through smiling, at least from what I can gather. Bringing up the subject of the beacon, they completely deny that there is anything wrong, even though there clearly is. Asking if there are any medical quarters we can make use of to fix up the doctor, who by the way was most definitely with us at this time and was simply keeping to himself, a small group of us, excluding myself, was led down a corridor, while the rest of us kept an eye on the entrance to the ship and be waited on hand and foot and preached to about smiling and stuff; newbie impressed me however with his intuition by using the time to study one of the wall mounted maps.
The illusion of safety was smashed soon after however when the other group rejoined us, and lost for breath, went on to explain that there was a skinned dead guy hanging upside down outside of the doctors room. More disconcertingly the smilers responded only with the phrase “it was a bad man”, “we do not talk about that, it does not make us happy... is there anything we can do that would make you happy?”, whilst shooting glances at their leader for reassurance.
Grabbing our weapons, me, Collinwood and Summer follow Neville down the corridor to investigate whilst Newbie volunteered to stay on the ship with Doc should something go awry.
Indeed they were right... I rather not describe it to be honest. Anyways at this point we tried again to get an answer out of the smilers, one of them who had came with us, to no avail, in the end Neville went off with him to find their leader to ask if we could know what happened, or something like that...
When things kicked off me, Summer and Collinwood were waiting for Neville to return; there was a sound like metal hitting metal followed by the sound of a pressure release, it must have been some sort of gas grenade due to us being engulfed in a most unhealthy smog. We ran to the nearest escape, a door to the right of the corridor, kicking it open Summer screamed, and, that being the universal sign for 'its going to hurt us', me and Collinwood entered the room gun first, only to threaten a room full of Santa, snowmen and reindeer statues. We all rush in, the statue threat dealt with. As we entered, our worst fears were all but confirmed, summer was hit in the leg with some shrapnel which was fashioned into a bolt and we heard a sinister what I guess was a laugh from down the corridor; REAVERS.
At this stage our combined subconscious bravery took over and the three of us run to a corner of the room with crates, nearly forgetting to shut the door. Then the lights go out. Fun times.
Waiting in the corner of the room, we begin to hear a shuffling above us. With a slightly clearer head now I wasn't chocking to death and being shot at, I notice that these the statues stored in this room traditionally contain lights, and that given that reavers can probably see better in pitch black than we can, I go over to the closest row of statues, flip a switch, much to my relief the thing lights up! We start to turn on as many of these statues as we can and see that if there was indeed something in the ceiling it would have to come down an air duct in the middle of the room, thankfully the grate still being where it should be. Keeping our guns pointed at the grate, we make our way to the door and see if we can escape; the door is still locked and will need to be broken if we are to get out. Breaking the lock we open the door to find Neville and his new best buddy waiting for us, they having just arrived back, unable to find the leader. Checking to see if there were any psychopaths jumping towards us with a rusty knife, we explain to Neville our hypothesis on the perpetrators. We unanimously decide to leave.
Hastily making our way to the way we came in, we find the door is very much closed and locked. I get shot with a bolt in my back. Not sporting at all. There was no sign of the blight who did it, only an ever increasingly clearer chorus of the same psychotic cackling from earlier, as we turn to find another way to escape dying, a sphere flies towards us, and time slows down as Collinwood bats it with his sword, knocking towards me, where I punch it, sending it towards Neville who, to all our horror, drops it. Fortunately this was not a live gas grenade but a dud used by the reavers to scare the gorram life out of us. Scare us it did!
We make our way to the doors to the left of the corridor, further down the corridor, and find it empty and containing a stairwell to the above floor. Whilst making our way to the above floor, we try to contact Doc and Newbie, and discover that they are no longer on our ship but in the escape pod. There wasn't enough time to work out exactly why they were in the escape pod and not the ship but we let it slide in exchange that they dock nearby so that we can escape without being skewered to death. It turns out that there were more docking stations in the direction we were heading, so we made it our rendezvous.
The journey to the docking room was uneventful, however, peering into the room we found it was a room with two floors, us being in the upper, with on of those fancy goes-both-ways stairwells you get in fancy hotel receptions, what being unfancy the two reavers on the lower floor. Putting together a quick plan on how to get past them, Summer peers around the corner with her sniper rifle, takes aim, and lays down the furthest reaver, Collinwood and I then run to the edge of the balcony and shoot the remaining reaver below, he simply laughs at us. It. is. on.
As Collinwood takes another shot it, I jump over the bannister, landing majestically several feet below and punch the reaver in the face! He returns the favour using what I guess was a sickle and like the boss I am, I parry it as if it was a regular punch, a sharp, seriously cuts your forearm punch. At this point Collinwood and Summer, inspired by my manliness, arrives, having travelled the same route as I and the lieutenant takes a swipe at him with his sword, good show for a chap of his advanced years. Unfortunately this doesn't stop the reaver who shows him the same look he gave me two moments ago whilst simultaneously convincing Summer that the thing is immortal and the only sensible option is to run screaming into the wall of the stairwell. As he goes to swing at Collinwood, Neville's smiler friend grabs him from behind and... hugs him.?
The reaver slowly begins to position his sickle in a position where he can do nasty things to his new friend giving me the time to bring the trusty shotgun to a place where it can do similar but more humane things to him.
“Hey Mr. Reaver!” I say, taking his attention away form our smiler friend, “Merry Christmas” and 'bang!', he will no longer be troubling anyone any more.
All immediate threats taken care of, one of the docking bay doors opens, to reveal our two crew-mates inside the escape pod; we start to head towards the vessel and the last thing I remember is another very sharp pain in my back...
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Post by jeffreazy on Jan 28, 2011 15:09:27 GMT
So are we all good for tonight?
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Post by barmybex91 on Feb 1, 2011 14:18:16 GMT
I just thought, neil- you are going to adele's birthday party yes? I assume serenity is not on this friday?
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Post by aturin on Feb 3, 2011 10:45:39 GMT
SHIT, sorry yes bex is right once again im going to be a massive dick and say its not on this friday, so sorry to all of you, but on the plus side by the time we come back i will rule you are all fine and perfectly healthy, imagine that full health!
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Post by jeffreazy on Feb 10, 2011 15:48:17 GMT
I awoke as if from a dream, a dream in which I was one of a traveling troop of bards annoying people, no wait, I died by being evacuated into space out of the ships airlock, strange dreams. Anyways I found myself with the rest of the gang hurriedly running away from Reavers onto a shuttle where there was a stowaway called John Smith, odd name, oh well. A lot of stuff was happening but there were injured people and I had to help, so whilst Bruce was trying to fix up our now air-less ship, I played cards with the old war-hero and rubbed him a bit and poked him a bit to make him feel better.
After the rubbing, the ship had air again! We were keen to get a move on and I was keen to find some medical attention, so we headed off to the planet where we wanted to get rid of the ship, as it was pretty knackered, and get a new one thus masterfully hiding our trail of criminal exploits. As we neared the planet we were inundated with adverts for scrapyards, shipyards and the like, we decided to land at the most average advertised place. When we landed and opened the hatch making a grand entrance all standing at the bay doors as they swung open, we were greeted by Smilers who were very happy to see us and eventually led/ carried us to the owner of the fine establishment, we passed some hard-as-nails looking guys on the way but as they looked hard-as-nails, and we looked pretty messed up we just kept to ourselves. The owner of the ship/junk yard medium pete was holed up in a big warehouse covered in cameras, we talked to him through a slot in a door, and with some convincing he eventually came out, in a giant metal box on wheels. He seemed very paranoid and when I wandered out of his sight mounted miniguns appeared out of the warehouse, he was VERY paranoid.
Then the haggling began, in order to afford the ship of our dreams, a firefly class mid bulk transport, good old old-man regaled him with stories of the war and found out that they had probably served together so got us a good discount, Neville trying his hardest to get the price down even more and lied his arse off, he put on a performance of some kind that completely mesmerised the others which I found strange as hell, but it seemed to work. Eventually medium Pete decided that he would give us the ship and take our old one off our hands as long as we delivered a parcel. Fair shout we agreed.
We took one of our shuttles to the main town taking a couple of Smilers with us as guides, they told us of a no-questions-asked hospital in town so we decided that the worst injured of us would go there while Neville and Old-man went to deliver the package. So off they went and I must say being taken care of was heaven for the first time in what seems like forever I could rest without worrying about getting shot or beaten.
So, during my stay, just after surgery, I spotted an old lady in a coma, she had a fruit bowl next to her, fresh fruit! So obviously I went and borrowed some bananas for myself and my comrades, it was at that point that three huge thugs entered the room and one walked towards, Bruce who was in bed, one walked towards Stowaway chap, who was also in bed, and one walked towards me as I sat down next to the comatose woman. I was still pretty doped up from the surgery so when the big guy in front of me took a swing at me, I didn't react and I was out cold. The next thing I remember is waking up in a start, seeing two guys looming over Bruce and the Stowaway chap legging it, so I did what all good friends would do. I picked up the fruit bowl threw it in the air screaming and shouting flinging fruit everywhere and promptly legged it into the reception area. There was an alliance guard outside the hospital and presumably he heard my manly roars and he passed me and ran into the ward, I heard a massive boom and......
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Post by GHOON on Feb 10, 2011 23:26:53 GMT
The Incredible Adventures of Captain Neville Abad Jeon Hugg
Saved all the smilers. They definitely don't want to kill me. I did not rub my balls all over the Green Nigel. Had an emotional bonding moment with my crew and Medium Pete. I also saved everyone's lives at least 5 times and had happy fun times with the receptionist at the clinic.
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Post by arcadehamster on Feb 11, 2011 10:40:34 GMT
I'm going to have to turn up late t'day, take care of Bruce for me ... not that anything bad as ever happened to characters while their players were away of course...
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Post by ltcollingwood on Feb 14, 2011 22:41:18 GMT
Not gonna be here this week, so just leave be glowing.
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Post by jeffreazy on Feb 17, 2011 23:12:29 GMT
A week has passed since the hospital, not much happened in that week, all I did was buy A very nice trench coat type affair with large pockets for easy stealing, it was advertised as such, and about 50 small plastic bobble headed trolls. I also managed to persuade the stowaway man Smith to purchase a surgery kit for our nice new medical bay, from which i took the doctors reflective headband thing, I never learnt the name but it looks cool, and decided to wear that. So we spent the week lazing around and resting until we all felt better again.
Now we were just hanging around the ship (which smelt a bit like balls for some reason) with the Captain, Neville showing off his artistic skills, where he got paint and shit I have no idea. We were warned by Smith that our communications were being blocked, he seems very tech savvy, and while the rest of the crew went to the bridge to figure out what was going on I decided to head down to my medical bay to set out all my trolls and start naming them, Bob, Charles, Henry, Trevor, Slarty Bartfast, Mufassa and Mace Windu are just a few of the names I decided upon, there are still quite a few that I have to name so that will have to be a big part of my future. Anyways noone seemed interested in meeting my new friends so I took one called Green Neville up to Old Pilot Collingwood so that he can keep him company, and this is when I found out that we were being asked to take a job from Mr Kane by a guy in a ship in front of us. Obviously I was resistant and calmly made it aware to my colleagues that we had fucked Mr Kane over and that he probably wants us dead, so we should just run away and hide, not everyone agreed with this and so Capn' Talks-a-lot, Little Miss Kicks-my-butt and Old-Man went to the meeting that was set up. Smith and I stayed behind, he manned the comms, which for some reason were now playing music every time we used them, and I went to our brand new fabulous science Lab, and made some fucking amazing soap, lemony fresh, and proceded to clean to ship with it to get rid of the balls smell, and I reminded the ground team to get some food while they were down there as we had none and I was pretty hungry.
After a while Smith and I decided to put our brains together and make some explosives in the lab, we made some black powder, we had to test it of course, so we took a small amount put it in the middle of the cargo bay with a long fuse lit it and hid, at first it did nothing, but then it exploded in a terrifyingly loud and excitingly amazing boom, it was good shit, so I took some of this powder and put it in a hollowed out troll of mine. Around this time we got hold of the ground team and they told us that they had been given 5 gold bars and we were supposed to assassinate someone, then some bickering developed, they wanted to steal some stuff I just wanted food it all descended into chaos, in order to get thier attention I put out another smaller amount of the black powder lit the fuse and retreated, that shut them up then they said some stuff that I didnt quite catch and the comms went dead. So Smith and I went to play this new Computer Game he had created, it was pretty cool. We heard that the ground crew were coming up, they informed us that we would be alright and that they would secure the ship as soon as possible, INVADERS??? what invaders, I tried to tell them there were no invaders however they once again cut communication, so I decided to get to a secure place if they were going to come wandering around waving guns about, so Smith and I went to the bridge and locked the door behind us, there were crazy people on our ship...
After a while I heard a gunshot then over the comms the old man proclaimed that he had got them down in the medical bay and that they looked small trollish and maybe made out of plastic, he had shot one of my trolls in my nice and clean medical bay. So i headed down to see what kind of a mess he had caused the first thing i found was that the air tight door between the lower quarters and medical areas and the cargo bay were no longer air-tight, they were off their hinges and had a massive dent in them and I had to heave them apart, which made an awful grinding noise and squeeze through. I then saw that one of my windows to my hermetically sealed medical bay was now smashed and one of my trolls was blown to pieces, I then saw the Old Man with a lampshade on his head pretending to be a lamp so i stormed over to him and started screaming at him, then out of literally nowhere I get knocked on my arse and end up on the floor with Summer on top of me and Im screaming again this time in terror.
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