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Miscellanous Soap - Series 2

Taking a slip from his freshly squeezed fish juice TD smiles benignly upon the others. He has agreed to join the request of the Deranged one in his search for treasure...he was always amusing to him.

(although he'll have to try and stop him from addressing the non-existent persona known only as 'the philosopher' when they're talking. There's crazy, and then there's just plain rude...)

Hopefully TD will soon find what he needs. Very soon...
 
Has it really been a year? I think I joined the last series late on, so don't remember much!

Do you guys still need a doctor? I think that's what I was meant to be then.
 
Captcalhoun does 47 amazing things and then goes home for breakfast.

He feels drawn to that mysterious island.

He flies there before lunch and is approached by a strange fellow who looks like a tramp. Politely, Captcalhoun declines to assist the strange chap and wanders off, looking for ... something...
 
RJDiogenes the (quite real) philosopher realizes that he has a stomach ache. He could sure use a doctor.

Meanwhile, the bemusing overcoated gentleman who identifies himself as Nasat has handed him a treasure map. He immediately realizes that great riches, combined with his attentive swarm of giant black stick bugs, could probably lead to him becoming Master of the World. Or at least Massachusetts. Might even convince the polite-but-deadly kung fu girl in the floral bikini to rule by his side.

He agrees to help the Nasat find the buried treasure and subsequently place him in the finest institution money can buy.
 
CCL has been looking for the rock that looks like a giraffeso she can try to find the treasure. She has seen a rock that looks like an elephant, a rock that looks like a monkey, a rock that looks like a bear and even a bear that looks like a rock but NO GIRAFFE.
 
Deranged Nasat has that itchy feeling in his feet. Either he's broken out in hives again, or treasure is coming his way soon. Finding help was easier than he expected; he didn't even have to make a scene. With the Crazy Cat Lady, the Philosopher, Mr. Laser Beam (with O-dog) and the strange barman all committed to the search, surely the treasure will be found soon.

Dimly, it occurs to him that maybe the reason they're so eager is because they think they'll have a right to the treasure if they find it. Reward for hard work does seem to be other people's way of doing things (Deranged Nasat prefers his system of "reward for no work", which seems easier). Gertrude warns that he shouldn't alienate his helpful friends by accusing them, and to be careful not to let things slip slightly, for example by shouting "YER THIEVING BASTARDS!!!" at random intervals and waving his hand in outrage against imagined foes. He didn't realize he was doing that. Luckily he thinks everyone thought he was talking to the cats, who have whittled the rat population in his overcoat down to half in the last few hours.
 
MLB and O-Dog are doing their part in the digging. MLB thought his shovel clanked with a loud noise but it was just a rock. Or was it...
 
TD has already found what he needs but he'll need the help of others.

He turns and smiles ingratiatingly towards the others...
 
The CCL has finally found a rock that looks something like a giraffe - if one stretches their imagination. To begins to dig at the foot of the rock (because she read and fully understood the instructions). Soon a small crowd begins to gather around her.
 
Deranged Nasat begins to sweat and fidgit. Maybe it's just anticipation of the treasure he desires, or maybe it's because this is around the time that things tend to go disastrously wrong. He pulls his overcoat around him and stares blankly into the distance, while singing off-key in a low but grating voice, the lyrics punctured by coughs. This behaviour both reminds others that he's here, and waiting for treasure, and allows him to deny any involvement should things go wrong, because he's clearly not really "present". It's surprisingly effective, and as a bonus he often genuinely forgets where he is or what he's doing, making his excuses near-foolproof.
 
Kirsten set up camp on the edge of some palm trees. The medical supplies she was able to retrieve from her clinic had come in handy while sorting things out there. After setting up a hammock, she wanders over to join the crowd round CCL.
 
CCL finally uncovers an old chest. She opens it up and is disappointed to find it only contains 4 old bottles of rum. She looks at one of the peeling labels and finds out it "Everlasting Rum - Never Runs Out".

CCL is a non-drinker, what use is grog to her? She decided to keep the chest so her hard work isn't a total loss.

Now she has to decide who to give each bottle to.
 
Deranged Nasat falls to his knees. There is a Gob. Wait. What's the Man Upstairs called? There's one of them anyway. He mutters half-remembered and unusually polite thanks to it. Perhaps its forgiven him for that business with the robed fellow and the onion soup.

He paws at the chest, grasping a bottle of ever-lasting rum. The Man Upstairs has played tricks before - the Nasat remembers that priest fellow who seemed nice and gave him wine, but then said it was blood. This seems the real deal, though.

(Some people might question why and how the rum came to be ever-lasting, why it was buried, and why the initial message in a bottle had a warning on it. That's because those people have coherent memories, logical faculties, and a sense of restraint, none of which are present in the Nasat).
 
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Hippy Lady discovered quite by accident that one of the roots her children dug up has much the same effect as really happy mushrooms, so she's seeing giraffes everywhere, never mind in the shape of one rock. Completely oblivious to what the other inhabitants of the island are up to, she lays back in her hammock, smiles, and looks at the pink flying elephants that keep appearing in front of her.
 
The CCL decided that one of the bottles of rum should go to Deranged Nasat. She knows that he is beyond rehab, even if he wanted it, so she might as well make him happy. At least know he want have to beg as much.
 
MLB asks the Crazy Cat Lady for one of the bottles of rum. Neither he nor O-Dog drink, but they think they can use it as fuel for the campfire. And once they make it back to the mainland it may make an excellent replacement for gasoline.
 
Ice is wondering around the island when he spots someone who looks familiar to him. It's the Crazy Cat Lady, who appears to be carrying three large bottles of something. Ice walks up to her, says "Hello" and asks if she has any idea where we are and/or if there's anyone else we know on this island.
 
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