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| Betrothal Bash at The Playhouse; The Engagement of PapaC and J Delight | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 29 2004, 11:40 PM (2,604 Views) | |
| Military Force | Dec 11 2004, 06:07 PM Post #176 |
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Wandering Ghost
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*kell bends down and kisses her temple gently* I love you princess. |
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| Fudgie | Dec 11 2004, 06:26 PM Post #177 |
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Guy Fawkes' Campaign Manager
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I love you too sweetheart. *kisses Kellon the nose* Want to take a walk in the gardens after this song? |
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| j delight | Dec 11 2004, 06:31 PM Post #178 |
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*Finishing her dance with Aidan, JD is feeling much more relaxed.* Thank you, and good luck with your Da. I think we may have some ice sculptures on order for later.
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| Semartica | Dec 11 2004, 07:11 PM Post #179 |
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Mikail Vlodmekov, Private Investigations.
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*Wakes up some time later to find three or four dwarves and five or six badgers splashing black coffee on his face and giving him cold water to drink.* Ach, I am avake, you need not try to sober me. *Gets up, falls down, gets up again, falls down again, and is suddenley hit by a headache.* Second time..... *Vlodmekov drunkenley stumbles out of the basement, his hair untidy and sticking up at odd places, his shirt misbuttoned, bow-tie irregular, and coat nonexistent.* |
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| Caer Rialis | Dec 11 2004, 08:27 PM Post #180 |
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Asleep
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Ice . . . . . *gulp* . . . sculptures? Tell me there aren't any axes around? Please! |
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| Nan | Dec 11 2004, 08:43 PM Post #181 |
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filosofi Doktor
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Better than that, Caer.........Here's the ABSOLUTE ICE BAR......bring your coats and gloves and be careful where you sit!
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| Wachovia Coalition | Dec 11 2004, 09:21 PM Post #182 |
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visitor from the East Pacific
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*remembers the last party with ice sculpture and an axe and smiles* I think we're in for some good entertainment. *notices the now rather dishevled bartender* Sir, it looks like you may do well to freshen up a bit. A spy does have his reputation with the ladies to consider. |
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| j delight | Dec 11 2004, 10:22 PM Post #183 |
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Well... I did overhear a rumour. Beats komodo dragons on the loose, don't you think? <winning smile> *Better ice sculptures than people like that nice Bob Uppendown, she thinks to herself. That Nan, always with Sweden on her mind. * *JD straightens Smarti's tie and rolls her eyes at his hair, but gives him a wink and smile for at least attempting to stay with his duties for the evening. * *She turns to Commander Kreft, kibbutzing from the bar (as usual ) and changes subjects...*And how is the fight against the Fridge Owls going in the East? |
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| Wachovia Coalition | Dec 11 2004, 11:25 PM Post #184 |
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visitor from the East Pacific
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*smiles* Ah, well you take care of one problem and another rears its head. We've bannned the dreaded creatures in our lands but other nations in the region have taken to some rather scary combination of fridge owls and robot technology. Any day now I'm expecting our resident rampaging nation Packilvania to start sending them into our region for some nefarious purpose. Ha, but what can you say? It's always something with our very own imperialistic cyborg nation.
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| Semartica | Dec 11 2004, 11:32 PM Post #185 |
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Mikail Vlodmekov, Private Investigations.
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*Resumes duties.* Mr. Kreft, If you are intrested, ze Ice Bar is short a dwarf, could you...? |
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| Wachovia Coalition | Dec 11 2004, 11:34 PM Post #186 |
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visitor from the East Pacific
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*smiles* Ha, were I in my own country that might be a clever jest. However since I am honoring my friends I will simply take it as an opportunity to help. *looks over to the bar* In fact it looks like my aide has beat us both to the thought. |
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| j delight | Dec 12 2004, 12:23 AM Post #187 |
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Jori is a peach, for sure. Make mine a tonic and lime, if you please - anybody? *Turning back to Kreft* So, robotic fridge owls? Oh good heavens, and I thought snow marmots were bad. :lol: Around here, as you may recall from previous experience, it's usually the (whispers) food fights you have to worry about. |
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| kloister | Dec 12 2004, 05:46 AM Post #188 |
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Fudgie's 'Fronk'...
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*After a brief chat with Aidan and JD, Kloister gathers a small but perfectly formed troop of Badgers around him at the bar...Where he is still awaiting the arrival of his date for the evening...Following quite a few animated gestures and swigs of Creme de Menthe the Badgers understand the task at hand and nod their heads approvingly...They move off from the bar...Individuals as one...And a short time later are meekly gathered around Oscar...It takes a couple of moments for Oscar to become aware of the presence of the small troop of Badgers and when he does it kind of makes him startle a little...But he soon regains his composure and looks upon them with many question burning in his eyes...* *Meanwhile Bob Uppendown...Full Time and resident South Pacific DJ and Part Time Harbour Master...Continues to let the good times roll and spins yet another classic...* Grab your partners and whisper sweet nothings into their ears...It could go something like this... *Bob slinks from behind his DJ's desk and sidles greasily up to his date for the evening...* *Bob whispers into the ear of his date for the evening...Eavesdrop on Bob...* Barry White - You're The First, The Last, My Everything Click HERE to listen in... We got it together, didn't we? Nobody but you and me. We got it together, baby. My first, my last, my everything, And the answer to all my dreams. You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star. My kind of wonderful, that's what you are. I know there's only, only one like you There's no way they could have made two. You're, you're all I'm living for Your love I'll keep for evermore. You're the first, my last, my everything. In you I've found so many things, A love so new, only you could bring. Can't you see if you, You'll make me feel this way, You're like a first morning dew on a brand new day. I see so many ways that I can love you, 'Till the day I die.... You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a dream. You're my first, my last, my everything. [instrumental] I know there's only one, only one like you There's no way they could have made two. Girl, you're my reality. But I'm lost in a dream, You're the first, you're the last, my everything. |
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| parrrrtay | Dec 12 2004, 05:41 PM Post #189 |
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Do not follow me, for I am lost...
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Anyone know this man standing at the Ice Bar door????
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| Military Force | Dec 12 2004, 06:09 PM Post #190 |
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Wandering Ghost
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I would love a walk in the gardens princess. Please lead the way. |
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| Fudgie | Dec 12 2004, 06:27 PM Post #191 |
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Guy Fawkes' Campaign Manager
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*takes Kell by the hand and walks out the side door to the gardens* A deep, clear night with thousands of stars .... *leans back into her husband, and smiles softly* |
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| Jack_Tarr | Dec 12 2004, 06:51 PM Post #192 |
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Exhaulted Master - Dominion of Darryayah
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"I recognize him my dear. He used to fly F-14's for the Navy. Name is Kazanski and his handle was "Ice Man". You might want to calm down a bit as that photo was taken in 1986. And besides, if its "old" you want, no need to wait or dream, I'm right here hehehehe." *Empties his pitcher of muargueritas and orders another* "Ohhh and by the way you {Gift From The Gods}, don't forget you still owe me a Samba.
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| parrrrtay | Dec 12 2004, 07:02 PM Post #193 |
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Do not follow me, for I am lost...
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*takes Jack's hand and leads him to the dance floor* Her name was Shay, she was a showgirl With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there She would merengue and do the cha-cha And while she tried to be a star, Jack always tended bar Across a crowded floor, they worked from eight til four They were young and they had each other Who could ask for more? At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana At the Copa, Copacabana Music and passion were always the fashion At the Copa .... they fell in love His name was Darvin, he wore a diamond He was escorted to his chair, he saw Shay dancin' there And when she finished, he called her over But Davin went a bit too far, Jack sailed across the bar And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two There was blood and a single gun shot But just who shot who? At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana At the Copa, Copacabana Music and passion were always the fashion At the Copa .... she lost her love Her name is Shay, she was a showgirl But that was thirty years ago, when they used to have a show Now it's a disco, but not for Shay Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind She lost her youth and she lost her Jack Now she's lost her mind! At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana At the Copa, Copacabana Music and passion were always the fashion At the Copa .... don't fall in love Don't fall in love |
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| Military Force | Dec 12 2004, 07:50 PM Post #194 |
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Wandering Ghost
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woah now, i'm not liking the way this song is going... *darvin walks over to the bar and asks for a glass of teh calvadose they brought up* |
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| Semartica | Dec 12 2004, 09:06 PM Post #195 |
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Mikail Vlodmekov, Private Investigations.
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*Hands a slim, orange glass.* Vould you like a cocktail shrimp plate vith zat? |
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| Jack_Tarr | Dec 12 2004, 09:34 PM Post #196 |
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Exhaulted Master - Dominion of Darryayah
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*As the music played on, JT wondered at first if it was the marguiritas but then he realized he had found this gorgeous creature just as sensual when he was sober as a church mouse.*![]() *As they danced away Uncle Jack found himself hoping that this song was recorded as an endless loop and that it would never end* |
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| Military Force | Dec 12 2004, 11:10 PM Post #197 |
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Wandering Ghost
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no thanks just a drink, apparently being a nice guy doesn't go as far as it used to. *grabs a seat in the corner where he can watch the room* |
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| kloister | Dec 13 2004, 06:42 AM Post #198 |
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Fudgie's 'Fronk'...
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*The flash of red barnet on the dance floor ignites something within Bob Uppendown...And he gets the urge to sing...* I know what I'll do...That's just the thing... *As the music fades Bob takes the microphone and speaks softly to those gathered around the dancefloor...* Bob serenading ParrrrTay... *Rather embarrased, Bob seeks solace in quickly playing the next song...* Erm!..Gonna change the pace just a little now...Erm!..Here's Madonna... *Bob wanders over to the bar...* Madonna - Lucky Star Click HERE to listen in... You must be my Lucky Star 'Cause you shine on me wherever you are I just think of you and I start to glow And I need your light And baby you know Chorus: Starlight, starbright first star I see tonight Starlight, [starbright] make everything all right Starlight, starbright first star I see tonight Starlight, [starbright] yeah You must be my Lucky Star 'Cause you make the darkness seem so far And when I'm lost you'll be my guide I just turn around and you're by my side (chorus) Come on shine your heavenly body tonight 'Cause I know you're gonna make everything all right You may be my lucky star But I'm the luckiest by far (chorus) Come on shine your heavenly body tonight 'Cause u know your gonna make everything all right (2x) Your may be my lucky star But im the luckiest by far |
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| parrrrtay | Dec 13 2004, 05:15 PM Post #199 |
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Do not follow me, for I am lost...
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*A Samba with JT leaves me breathless* *Heads over to the corner to sit with Darvin* "I hope you did not feel neglected, I have in no way forgot your kindness, but you see I promised a dance to JT many days ago." *blushing* "Thank you Bob, Thank you!" |
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| j delight | Dec 13 2004, 11:34 PM Post #200 |
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**As she and PC leave the dance floor, JD notices that Shay's back is turned to her and there is a tempting tray of sweet tarts, the kind known as Maids of Honour, sitting there.... just sitting there.... her hand starts to shake involuntarily and then, like Dr.Strangelove, she stays one hand with the other. Momentarily at least. She heads to the bar for another tonic and lime and spots a large jar of those bright red pickled pigs feet. ** Thinks... That color isn't a good one for Parrrrtay anyway....I'd actually be doing her a favor. Yeah... I'd do that for a friend. Uh huh... **Smiles sweetly at PC as her hand reaches across the bar...** |
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