Vor'cha, B'rel, K'Vort, Klothos, D-7, D-5, Klolode, Neg'Var...
I didn't even have to think about it. I'm such a nerd
I didn't even have to think about it. I'm such a nerd
Miscellaneous Street - The Soap Opera
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Sorry, no bikini. Just sweaters. And... well, you'll see at the party tomorrow.
That's kind of pathetic, you know.
I thought Klothos and Klolode were just ship names, not classes? (And Klolode was another name for the Voh'tahk, i.e. Kang's ship)
Now how's THAT for pathetic?
Now how's THAT for pathetic?
Worst of all, is that I'm not even a big fan of KlingonsKreacher said:That's kind of pathetic, you know
I thought Klothos and Klolode were just ship names, not classes? (And Klolode was another name for the Voh'tahk, i.e. Kang's ship)
Now how's THAT for pathetic?
You're right, but Kreepy Kat said "after Klingon ships", not classes - and Klothos and Klolode sound cool
Oh, and there's also Klathas (from ST Log 7) and K'tinga. And probably dozens more.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't learn German or French in school - yet somehow I just know things the names of Klingon spaceships
I did actually say "after classes of Klingon ships" but as I have no idea how many classes of Klingon ships there are I think naming them after individual Klingon ships would be OK.
I vote that we give little Destiny the nickname "Vor'cha".
I vote that we give little Destiny the nickname "Vor'cha".
I'm all eyes.
Oops. Again my skim-reading is my undoing
Anywho...Happy Halloween everybody!
Anywho...Happy Halloween everybody!
That's her official middle name. Oh, and if you want my precious offspring to leave your cats alone, kindly keep them out of my garden, or at least teach them to stop using my herb garden as their toilet. Cat poo does not make for healthy fertiliser, and I'm tired of Galaxy playing with the "special mud" he keeps finding. And you can put those binoculars away as well; we're not having another naked coven 'til Winter Solstice.
Daniel, I'm in awe of your linguistic skills!
Daniel steps outside, somewhat sheepishly, dressed as Dr. Daniel Jackson from Stargate. The outfit is slightly rumpled since he was made to wear it last night and probably will tonight as well. It's morning, but thanks to RJ's spell, it looks like midnight. Misc Street is lit by street lights and flashes of lightning. Clouds swirl threateningly overhead, but there will be no rain. There's a slight chill in the air, but nothing too bad. The side door to the coffee ship glows eerily.
You must announce what you're dressed as to be eligable for the costume constest and prize Cake (so awesome it's capitalized).
Games, drinks and a huge TV at my place (open all day and night), via the coffee shop's side door. The pool is heated and open to all. Halloween-themed adult activites to be found upstairs in the bedrooms (not for the prudish, squeamish or manogamous). A kids play area is set up outside Hippy Lady's place and the coffee shop is open 24h, everything 1/3 off. Set up your stalls and Happy Halloween!
You must announce what you're dressed as to be eligable for the costume constest and prize Cake (so awesome it's capitalized).
Games, drinks and a huge TV at my place (open all day and night), via the coffee shop's side door. The pool is heated and open to all. Halloween-themed adult activites to be found upstairs in the bedrooms (not for the prudish, squeamish or manogamous). A kids play area is set up outside Hippy Lady's place and the coffee shop is open 24h, everything 1/3 off. Set up your stalls and Happy Halloween!
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^Tour stalls? Where are we going?
Too early to party. See you in a few hours...
Too early to party. See you in a few hours...
^Tour stalls? Where are we going?
Too early to party. See you in a few hours...
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.My phone internet's on the fritz today, but even if I'm not around later please party your heads off, m'kay?
The sound of lightly rumbling wheels and bleating is heard. Curious residents step outside to see an elegant carriage - tastefully decorated - pulling into the street. It is being drawn by six well-groomed goats, and its arrival is now announced officially by a trumpet from the foreman. (Where he came from is unclear; it's possible he was a rat living in the gutter when the spell was cast). As the crowd watches in interest - or at least a detached curiousity - Deranged Nasat steps out in a smart suit and perfectly shined shoes. He lifts his tasteful hat to the residents politely.
Daniel wanders around, weaving between stalls and thinking that halloween, when most people have prior plans, was probably not the best time for a street party.
Where's Jenee? He hasn't seen her all day. A terrible thought occurs - has she snuck off through the side door and upstairs? How many people have I seen wander in there already today?? Daniel thinks about investigating, but he's afraid of what he might find. He continues wandering, weaving between stalls, people, cats and children named after Klingon battlecruisers...
Where's Jenee? He hasn't seen her all day. A terrible thought occurs - has she snuck off through the side door and upstairs? How many people have I seen wander in there already today?? Daniel thinks about investigating, but he's afraid of what he might find. He continues wandering, weaving between stalls, people, cats and children named after Klingon battlecruisers...
Hippy Lady happily wanders between the stalls, completely unaware of where her children might be (again). She feels slightly uncomfortable in her Tory-voting accountant business outfit, but at least she'd stopped short of shaving her legs. Even Halloween costumes can be taken too far and rob one of one's spiritual karma.
As Hippy Lady casually glances at the cafe she sees a possibly male figure slip into the door to the upstairs flat. Who could that be? It certainly wasn't Daniel, who she'd recognise anywhere and who was last seen propping himself up against a lamp-post after possibly consuming one too many Happy Brownies, the silly young man. Hippy Lady stops at the stall in front of the cafe, pretending to peruse the merchandise but in reality keeping an eye on the front window of the upstairs flat. That cafe owner wasn't big on shutting the blinds so she may be able to spot who was being, erm, "entertained" up there.
The plot thickens!
As Hippy Lady casually glances at the cafe she sees a possibly male figure slip into the door to the upstairs flat. Who could that be? It certainly wasn't Daniel, who she'd recognise anywhere and who was last seen propping himself up against a lamp-post after possibly consuming one too many Happy Brownies, the silly young man. Hippy Lady stops at the stall in front of the cafe, pretending to peruse the merchandise but in reality keeping an eye on the front window of the upstairs flat. That cafe owner wasn't big on shutting the blinds so she may be able to spot who was being, erm, "entertained" up there.
The plot thickens!
Kreacher slinks around the book stall, browsing through the books that she and RJ have selected for the occasion, wondering whether many residents are going to stop by. It's awfully quiet so far. Unless everybody is, um, upstairs?
It's a little chilly out for belly-dancing attire, so she's had to improvise...
Long-sleeved black leotard and footless tights, belly-dancing hip scarf (purple, amber, teal and blue, trimmed w/ multi-colored beads and gold coins), and a ring on almost every finger. And, oh my, she's painted her toe nails teal to match the hip scarf.
It's a little chilly out for belly-dancing attire, so she's had to improvise...
Long-sleeved black leotard and footless tights, belly-dancing hip scarf (purple, amber, teal and blue, trimmed w/ multi-colored beads and gold coins), and a ring on almost every finger. And, oh my, she's painted her toe nails teal to match the hip scarf.
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Why, good evening, ma'am *tips hat politely*. No, don't mind me, my good woman, I don't wish to cause alarm. I appear to have gotten mushroom brownie crums on my sleeves, and merely hoped to quietly remove the offending debris in a place of solitude. Ho ho! I had no idea this establishment was already occupied. I won't intrude, I merely need a moment to compose my appearance. It would, we agree, be ghastly and uncouth to appear in public light while in such wretched condition.
No, I'm not heading upstairs with the others. Such ghastly casual behaviour as regards sexuality is scarcely conductive to a true and lasting relationship, nor to respect and admiration between the sexes. Ho! I can't help but notice you're standing here disregarded. For shame on your gentleman escort! If you find yourself in need of anything, merely call. Good evening to you, ma'am
*tips hat again, steps elegantly out the door*
The Crazy Cat Woman arrives dress as a Black Widow Spider. With her she has 4 of her best behaved cats on leashes. Her cats are dressed as spiderlings each with an extra 4 legs strapped to their backs. Miss Chicken - little three legged cat extraordinaire - is sitting in the basket the CCW is carrying. It is beneath Miss Chicken to get dressed up in a silly costume.
And good evening to you, too. RJ's Curious Books is happy to provide a discreet place for you to freshen up. You are quite the handsome gentleman this evening.
One does one's best with what one has at hand, ma'am. Should you require transportation this evening, my carriage stands ready to take you in style. It's the least I can do after your most hospitable patience.
It would remove the irritant of hippy children getting underfoot and, should it rain, your clothing would remain dry.
Why thank you, Nasat. Your carriage is quite elegant. And those goats! But I actually enjoy having the hippy children around -- they sparkle w/ so much life.
After Nasat leaves, Kreacher practices some belly-dance moves...
After Nasat leaves, Kreacher practices some belly-dance moves...