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There was one thing about having brothers and being somewhat influential and threatening people with strange diseases that made Minuet cheer. The dance party had been a great idea and she had an even better one to get a shy little Legendary up on stage. It had only taken a few eyelash battings and one round of fake tears and three of her brothers had agreed to the job and were now standing ready - but not quite chilled since they were crowded around Bella - in swim trunks. Superball was another story. He was in swim trunks alright; great glowing fluorescent green trunks which clashed horribly with his red costume. She let it slide, this once. At least he was participating.
"OK, I'll let Mag know we're ready." She turned away to talk with Mag in the "booth"
"How did she talk us into this?" Supes stood next to Wide Receiver, who was also wearing only swim trunks and asked.
"It's the pigtails. I'm pretty convinced it's the pigtails."
The heavy drum beats started, followed by the guitar and just as the singing started Fae Wree Tail appeared in the middle of the stage. She squeaked and tried to go stage left. "I knew a guy who's tough but sweet." Morgan stood in her way. She turned to stage right. "He's so fine he can't be beat." Felspar had the other exit covered. "He's got everything that I desire." Marcus appeared in centre stage behind Fae. "Sets the summer sun on fire." Fae glared at all of them. "I want candy! I want candy!" Fae's ears perked up at that. Min laughed and clapped her hands as Fae threatened them all with her famous baseball bat as they all flexed on the stage.
Mag turned to Min, standing near him, during the second verse, as Fae threatened the guys preened. "How'd you get them to do that?" She turned to look at him and he was caught in the pout, the tear filled eyes. "AHHHH! No! I'm working here!" Min laughed again. This had been such a great idea.
"Candy on the beach there's nothing better." A hologram of the Talos Island's beach appeared behind Marcus and photos of The Legendary Men flexing in their bathing suits (all obtained with permission) at The Legendary's Summer Beach Party cycled through. "But I like candy when it's wrapped in a sweater." Superball appeared. "Someday soon I'll make you mine." Wide was teleported onto the stage. "And I'll have candy all the time." All five men stood in a line and flexed.
No was more surprised than Fae when it started raining liquorice from the sky as Min teleported little packages of Allsorts over Fae's head during the last guitar/drum section. She couldn't wait to see what people came up with next.
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11/28/08 10:37 AM
"Hihi everyone," Space Mage chirped, as she flounced up to the front.
Plucking the microphone off the stand, she challenged the room: "I hope everyone's having fun?"
A wave of hearty cheers rolled back - along with one good-natured 'NO' from the rear of the crowd. The dissident was quickly silenced by the oppressive bourgeoise forces of thrown seat cushions, prompting a fresh round of laughter.
Space beamed, nodding vigorously. This threatened to dislodge the cowboy hat sitting on her head, it being a couple sizes too big for her - but her long pointy ears caught the brim, keeping it in place. If barely.
In the front row, Marcus stifled a chuckle, the rarely seen sight of his uncovered red hair nearly matching the faint flush on his face.
"Excellent! That's great and totally awesome that everyone's having a good time and enjoying the music," Space continued, "because now we've got some very special visitors from out of town up next! Now most of you know them from our work with Vanguard and stuff but what you probably don't know is they've totally been looking at electronic resources while studying our music and stuff and they've chosen to reinterpret a contemporary work of great cultural importance in their own artistic style so it's gonna be totally awesome and unique and different but also close to home at the very same time so everyone please enjoy!"
There was a brief pause, as the more pleasantly inebriated members of the revellers slowly caught up with what was said.
Meanwhile, back at the sound booth, Katy Kaboom clicked the dial on an old analog stopwatch, and squinted at the recorded time. She glanced over at Mag Flashlight. Mag returned her incredulous look with a simple sage statement: 'lung capacity'.
"Right," Space announced, "here we go!"
The distinctive whine of a very familiar teleportation effect filled the hall - almost instinctively setting nerves on edge.
But the effect was mitigated somewhat by the fact one of the new arrivals was quite visibly carrying a microphone. That one joined Space by the side of the makeshift stage, as the others formed a neatly regimented line, their brightly-coloured Traditionalist armor glittering under the spotlights.
The Rikti with the microphone made a dramatic gesture, then intoned:
Ooh: Ahh: Ooh: Ahh : Ahh
Dance: with us Hands: initiate clap Behaviour: like us Left: Towards: Move Listen: Learn Chance: do not miss We: here with Caramell: Dansen!
Ooh: Ooh: Oowah: Oowah Ooh: Ooh: Oowah: Oowah Ooh: Ooh: Oowah: Oowah Ooh: Ooh: Oowah: Oowah
...
As the room of heroes stared at the bouncing diplomatic party in disbelief, an invisible penguin waddled over to Space and gave her a beady eye.
In response, Space whispered back: "Look, it's not my fault, it was either that or Rikti Astley..."
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"We've had a brief request for a slower song. I'd say break out your lighters but Shizuru would just say our insurance would go up. So everyone, break out your auras, we've got a slow one. Marcus and Lora'Lai bring you Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft." The spotlight hit the two khelds "sitting" in Nova Form in the centre of the stage. Their auras mingling beautifully under the spot lights. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBAri8ErKGo (starts @1:13)
The birdsong and synthesizer started and then a lovely soft feminine voice came through:
In your mind you have abilities you know To telepath messages through the vast unknown Please close your eyes and concentrate With every thought you think Upon the recitation we're about to sing
The two khelds harmonized out:
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
A small giggle went through the audience. Even from the Rikti Traditionalists who had decided to stay for a little while longer. Calling occupants of interplanetary craft Calling occupants of interplanetary craft Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft You've been observing our earth And we'd like to make a contact with you We are your friends
Whoever said Khelds couldn't dance in Nova form was WRONG! The aerial ballet was beautiful. It was even more beautiful when some of the other Khelds in The Legendary joined in.
The cheers and laughter were loud. Lora'Lai made a note to add more cloth and sound dampening materials to the club next time renovations were needed.
They exited stage left and the lights went out, except for a single spotlight in the middle of the "stage" area. Mag's voice came over the sound system. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Moulin Rouge!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Mp115afFIA
Four forms were backlit so you could only see basic body types. Three were about the same height, one was slightly shorter. They're bodies moved slowly to the beat as they began snapping their fingers.
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista Meredith Mac Hine strutted forward, as some lights came up. She wore what could only be described as a modified Carnival costume - a black leather bustier, SHORT shorts in red silk, thigh high black stockings, stilettos, and a riding crop in one hand. Her short read hair was styled in such a way to cover the scar on her cheek.
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street She said, "Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?" Oh! uh huh Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey) Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here) Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea) Creole lady Marmalade Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Margaret Mac Hine strutted forward as Meredith stepped back to join her sisters in the shadows. She wore a green sequined bikini top, SHORT short in black silk, stiletto shoes and black fishnet stockings that accentuated the length of her legs. Her long hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders. He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up Boy drank all that Magnolia wine All her black satin sheets, suede's, dark greens yeah Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da-da-da) Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here ohooh yea yeah) Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea) Creole lady Marmalade Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir, what what what) Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Marianne Mac Hine strutted out of the shadows. Her black silk bikini topped sparkled with matching sequins. Her matching black silk SHORT shorts with silver accents jingled softly as her hips shimmied and a soft creek came from her black leather thigh high boots. Her long hair was tied up into a soft do that accentuated the shape of her face.
He come through with the money and the garter bags I let him know we bout that cake straight up the gate uh We independent women, some mistake us for whores I'm sayin', why spend mine when I can spend yours Disagree? Well that's you and I'm sorry Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari Wear ideal shoes get love from the dudes 4 bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas We drink wine with diamonds in the glass bottle case the meaning of expensive taste if you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya Mocha Chocalate-a what? Real Lady Marmalade One more time C'mon now
The three elder Mac Hine sisters stood and shimmied together, blocking the view of their fourth as the volume and tempo of the song increased.
Marmalade... Lady Marmalade... Marmalade...
Minuet Mac Hine pushed through her sisters and strutted her stuff across the stage. She wore a gold bikini top - that accentuated very nicely what her recent pregnancy had endowed her with - and the matching gold SHORT shorts, thigh high gold fishnet stockings and gold stiletto lace up boots. For once, her hair was down and curled slightly to give it some bounce. Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth color of cafe au lait alright Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried, More-more-more
The four sisters shimmied and gyrated and strutted across the stage together as they sang: Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5 Sleepin' the grey flannel life But when he turns off to sleep memories creep, More-more-more Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da daeaea yea) Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (ooh) Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea) Creole lady Marmalade
They started off the stage and strutted their way across the floor towards the back of the room. Winking or sliding their hands over whoever happened to be standing next to where they were walking, still singing as they went; taking in the wonderfully stunned expressions of their team mates.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir) Voulez vous coucher avec moi '(all my sistas yea) Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir) Voulez vous coucher avec moi (C'Mon! uh)
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Shizuru looked up from her tea to smile and applaud as Evangelia left the stage. "You really should go up and sing something." Plasma Sabre suggested, for once not clad in her Hardsuit, but her old Engeneering outfit. "Perhaps." With a small shrug, she stood and walked over to Mag. "Here, I'll be singing this." Mag looked down at the disk and nodded. Tapping one of the studs on her watch, Shizuru's clothing morphed into her Fuuka Gakuen uniform as she strode onto the stage. Grabbing the microphone as the into music played, she let the emotion of the night build up as her vision swept the crowd before she began. The days which are piling up Are locked deep within my memories Unlike yesterday I'm now standing firm right here The falling darkness Gently embraces everything It's the true meaning of those which I swore to protect I wonder how many times have I gazed up at The stars which spread towards infinity I will never forget that night Even though I cannot return to it…! I have lost nothing An overflowing energy Passionately, strongly and unwaveringly Even in a world without light I can sense your voice… I will search only for you A warmth like a sunny spot How long Have I been expecting it? I'm afraid To acknowledge it My face became gloomy within that single moment And I realized A sharp pain Is trying to escape from within me It's like losing your way in a deep forest Where is the exit? Mistakes and rightness Cannot be compared During that time when we met The door of fate was opened, wasn't it? Wipe your tears away, and be sure To have the feeling of not wanting to lose to anyone Let it be beautiful as it is now And let it change into a crystal Watch over the silver moon The melody has begun to play The blue hope is beautifully Released towards the distant future I have lost nothing An overflowing energy Passionately, strongly and unwaveringly Even in a world without light I can sense your voice… I will search only for you
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"This cannot and will not end well, you do know that major." Cammy said simply.
"Agreed." Thibor nodded, tossing back another shot of something dark, fragrant, and toxic to lesser men. "But is single form of peer pressure am still subject to. Besides, is timing. Is Mag eventually wanting to return to wife before night is over."
"So you are somehow trying to tie a heroic altruism to the rather obvious fact that you are locked in a bet with Colonel Byrd." Cammy said. "If that excuse was a dog, I would put it down out of kindness. As it is coming from one, I am considering doing so by proxy."
"Yes." Thibor admitted. He took another shot. Stacked the glass with the others and then reached for the next one. "Would be kindness, but is not just about me."
"More of your convenient altruism?" Cammy arched a finely formed eyebrow. "Do tell. Perhaps it is to ensure that the younger members of the team get enough sleep by causing them to faint straight away, thus granting them a comfortable eight hours of uninterrupted rest?"
"Setting up exercises." Thibor grimaced, taking one shot in either hand, and downing them in unison.
"Ah, if you win the bet, you do not have to run the setting up exercises for the new recruits? You are seeking to protect them?" Cammy crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him.
"No, if am winning, you don't have to run setting up exercises." Thibor considered the final shot on the table. He put it down with a gulp and wiped a slight trace of the liquor from his mustache.
"Ah, so this is protecting me from a duty that I rather enjoy." Cammy noted dryly. She paused as Thibor placed a folded document into her hands. "Wot?"
"Is new trainer uniform." Thibor noted. "Is not sort of thing that should ever be designed by online poll." He waited as Cammy perused the document and the attached photo.
"Yes… rather." She said finally. "I owe you an apology. Are you sufficiently medicated for this task, or shall I fetch another tray of shooters."
"No. Am close enough to state of no shame that will not matter." With a slow, careful dignity, Thibor rose and stepped, somewhat unsteadily towards the waiting microphone.
"Hey Cams." Charcoal plunked down in the vacated seat. "What's his nibs going to sing."
"The Ballad of Eskimo Nell." Cammy noted.
"Coolness." Charcoal enthused. "Deadeye Dick, Mexican Pete and the lady who crushes the glass and catches bullets with her…"
"Yes. That is the one." Cammy noted. "Or rather that is one version of it. I am afraid that Thibor has no intention of singing the clean version."
"There's a clean version?" Charcoal seemed momentarily taken aback.
"A misnomer." Cammy corrected. "The canon version is anything but clean; however, it is a rather odd point of pride for certain units within the military and merchant marine to create increasingly creative and descriptive verses that exceed to original in sheer offensive power."
"So a really dirty version. I'm cool with that."
"The last time Thibor sang this particular version, it incited a jihad, caused a tidal wave and led to the extinction of a rare species of tree lizard."
"They were washed away in the tidal wave?"
"They took there own lives rather than continue to listen." Cammy said. "And on that note, I shall be retiring to the powder room. I will return when the smoke has cleared to offer was comfort I can to the survivors."
Thibor has taken the microphone stand in both hands and was using it to keep himself steady. The first words rolled out. His voice was suited to singing, the deliberately tortured sentence structure vanishing at the rote recital. People turned towards him, fascinated by the suddenly perfect diction.
Then the words registered with them.
Then the screaming started.
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