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Post by Shade Siladan Calid'Fos on Jan 8, 2005 17:06:33 GMT -5
OK, guys, here I am! Just... do whatever...
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Post by Cy Otauna on Jan 9, 2005 20:03:06 GMT -5
*sits in the park watching contraband DVD of The Matrix* Hmm, nice place this is...very large...*takes a bite of popcorn* there's something familier about this place.
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Post by Master Warious on Jan 11, 2005 11:01:43 GMT -5
Warious popped in. "Ah here we are!" *sits down* "I'm going to try kavamming some food here.
Monkeys Poo and Bantha foo Let this room of Doo M, be filled with food!
Did that work?"
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Jan 13, 2005 1:04:05 GMT -5
(Kavamm: Warious suddenly finds herself holding a dictionary)
Tiana: *pulls out a copy of Insanity Prevailing and Lord of the Clings* According to my Master's fanfic, kavamming only works when you use "kibbles", and use all real words. Otherwise, if you make up words, you just get a dictionary.
*blinks*
Oh well.
*sits down on the randomly convientant grass* I'll just have to narrate up food, I guess.
*there is suddenly a buffet in the room*
Well, that worked.
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Post by Master Warious on Jan 13, 2005 12:42:22 GMT -5
Warious, the ever insane and (at this moment) hungry, ate the dictionary for kicks. "Whamph?" She said with her mouth full of dictionary. "I eeph paper."
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Post by Cy Otauna on Jan 15, 2005 13:34:54 GMT -5
Cy paused The Matrix at a nice closeup of green numbers and stared at Warious. "Erm, hello? Nice buffet. Buffae."
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Post by Shade Siladan Calid'Fos on Jan 15, 2005 19:44:17 GMT -5
Shade walkds up and hands out matching jumpsuits with "Skywalker Asylum" embroidered on them. "Eat up. We'll have games after lunch," she said.
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Post by Cy Otauna on Jan 23, 2005 13:39:20 GMT -5
Cy put the jumpsuit on while wondering if stormtrooper armor would look silly with it. "Games. Fun. Like...blob racing?"
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Post by Shade Siladan Calid'Fos on Jan 23, 2005 18:40:55 GMT -5
"Sure," Shade answered. "If you can explain the rules to the other members."
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Post by Cy Otauna on Jan 28, 2005 16:34:18 GMT -5
"WOOHOO! We just need somebody to kavamm some Umgullian Racing Blobs. And then they...race! With great speed and agility!"
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Post by Master Warious on Jan 28, 2005 17:15:53 GMT -5
"Oh! Oh!" Warious said jumping up and down. "I wanna try!"
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Jan 29, 2005 0:53:01 GMT -5
"Oohh!" Tiana jumped up. "I know what she's talking about! What rhymes with blob?"
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Post by Cy Otauna on Feb 1, 2005 16:31:50 GMT -5
"Lob! Snob! Bob!"
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Post by Master Warious on Feb 2, 2005 13:18:02 GMT -5
"CORN ON THE COB!"
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Feb 3, 2005 2:47:25 GMT -5
"Uhhh..." Tiana thought for a short while. "A Kibble named Bob, some corn on the cob, bring to us now some Umgullian Racing Blobs." She winced-- the rhyme NOT being very good, and crossed her fingers.
KAVAOIP!!![/color]
There was a sound like 152762 people saying kavamm crossed with VOIP, as illustrated above, and some Umgullian Racing Blobs appeared.
Tiana blinked. "Hey, it actually worked..."
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Post by Master Warious on Feb 3, 2005 10:35:20 GMT -5
"YAY!" Warious exclaimed jumping up and down.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Feb 3, 2005 16:50:54 GMT -5
Tiana was still in shock that her kavamm had brought about the desired effect-- who cares if it was a kavaoip, rather than a kavamm...
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Post by Mekka on Feb 3, 2005 19:55:05 GMT -5
Karai buried her face in her arms as wombats wandered aimlessly around the lawn.
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Rhapsody in Pink....
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Post by Kira Geneva on Feb 4, 2005 13:57:57 GMT -5
*brings brownies made with extra sugar*
*brings Starbucks Verona coffee*
*kicks back and watches the fun begin*
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Post by Mekka on Feb 5, 2005 13:29:41 GMT -5
"Don't," said Emiril quietly, touched Karai's shoulder gently. "Please, don't be depressed about the wombats! I'm sure they didn't mean it... Besides," he added, swiveling to face the television once again, "This is a really great part in Matrix!!! It makes me feel like I am on my home planet once again."
Karai rolled her eyes in disgust and stomped away, carefully avoiding any wombat poo.
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