Space Patrol: Taking Back What's Ours

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Post by High Moff Betts » Tue Sep 27, 2005 10:46 am

Ooc:

There comes a time if every man’s life when something happens that he just can’t ignore. Its normally at about 6:22am on a Monday morning and on average it’s his alarm trying it’s best to wake him up, but never mind that, over the past week or so I’ve been busy socialising, learning the virtues of drunkenness and, oh yes, maybe even learning a little.

But never mind the important things in life. This week I finally discovered Firefly (only what? About four days before Serenity comes out? I’m looking at you for this Mr. Cameron sir) and although intellectually I know why they cancelled it, having followed the fate of the show despite only ever seeing half the pilot, the fanboy in me, the sci-fi nutter, the TV/Film lover hell the guy has never not enjoyed anything Whedon really wants me to start killing television executives… it just so happens that I also want to kill off a separate bunch for wrecking the finale of Enterprise, not to mention cancelling that too.

However, after only a week and a half of university carrying a heavy bag has already done my fragile neck in, that and being hit by a bike anyway. But yeah, I’ll write something up soon, just after I've finished disk 2.
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Post by Master_Cameo_Naton » Tue Sep 27, 2005 11:54 am

(ooc : On that fanboy note, SciFi channel is having a Firefly Marathon today, with a 30 minute Serenity Making Of special at 10 PM. So, you know what I'm watching. And I'm hoping for a midnight premiere on Friday... I plan to see this movie a couple of times. ;))
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Post by High Moff Betts » Thu Sep 29, 2005 12:33 pm

The crew sauntered out of the Californian airport’s oh so shiny doors in what could only be described as a ‘coolness’ trailer shot, the kind that’s splashed all over the previews in the cinemas but seldom makes it into the final cut of the film proper. Mid afternoon, slow motion, Elvis remix or techno soundtrack, the shot will either wait for the stars to film fill the frame, cut to them or (if Adam has anything to say about it) track round before a crash zoom onto the most recognisable (read: single coolest/best looking/most shagable) member of the cast who then says something very very cool.


“Crap!” Yelped Adam as every vertebra in his spine creaked back into place midway through his attempt to straighten up.
“Okay.” Demanded Sam, “Who booked that flight?”
“Who cares, where do we eat?” Replied Patrick.

‘Sauntered’ maybe hadn’t been the right word for what occurred as they left the airport, ‘staggered’ maybe or ‘lurched.’ Oh and it was about 4am rather than midday.

“Nope, Sam’s right,” Adam was now stretching. “I’ve seen chickens given more leg room that that.”
“Adam’s just upset because there weren’t any hostesses to chat up.” Supplied Cameron for Joost’s benefit before shouldering his bag and hailing a cab.
“No, Adam’s just hungry too, Chicken legs… I could go for a drumstick right now.”
“As much as I hate to admit it Pat is right, I am hungry and in desperate need of a cup of tea.”
Sam scowled at Adam. “I thought you had a cup on the plane.”
“That wasn’t tea that was nat piss.”
“Point.” The two loaded their luggage into the back of a waiting taxi.

Ooc: I had more but there’s something good on TV so er… yeah, instead you get a description of the watery weak tea they serve at uni.
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Post by xfiend1013 » Sat Oct 01, 2005 10:41 am

OOC: Does anyone else find it odd writing about yourself in the 3rd person?
Here -I stop.

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Of course, finding a place to eat that was open twenty-four hours and also had vegetarian fare wasn't nearly the ordeal in California that it was in Mississippi; but was relieved all the same.

"The tea isn't bad." Adam said, silently implying that the tea wasn't that great, either.

I took a sip; mine was gunpowder green. Obviously, gunpowder wasn't green, but the tea was. I like green tea, it's more soothing to me than the harsh fermented black teas. I pondered striking up a tea-related conversation with Adam and Sam, learning a bit about the stuff, but I figured that the British would have some sort of tea-knowledge that inevitably began over my head, as though they knew the extracts in Earl Grey from birth.

"Is that really sushi, Pat?" Cameron asked, eyeing the mushroom and avocado rolls that dotted my plate. "I thought fish were involved."

"Sushi is just the name of the rice, Cam. Call me Patrick, I hate Pat, they call my dad Pat. But yeah, this is shittake and avocado roll, wrapped in steamed pickled rice - AKA sushi - and a layer of seaweed. This other has pickled radish and beet. Pass the soy sauce."

Cameron passed him the pot of soy sauce and fiddled with his chopsticks. I happen to be adroit with chopsticks, moreso than with any other sort of instrument. Squeeze, pull, dab in sauce, pop to mouth. I look over at the asian man behind the twenty-four hour sushi bar and a plan pops into my head. I'm free of all the normal adulterants, so my brain seems to work quicker, but with that brash innaccuracy that often urges me towards mental alteration.

"So you work here long?" I ask.

"Six months." The guy says. We're the only customers at the moment. "You're from Alabama?"

"Mississippi." I say. "But close enough - the mirror image, in fact. Do you, uh, know where I can, ah... score, here in Cal-i-forn-i-a?"

I draw it out, watching the shocked looks from my fellows at the bar. But you gotta be a little out there here; this is crazy town, and we need to make a black-market connection or two. Best to start small; and a 24 hour sushi bar is bound to share fish tales with a stoner or two.

"Come into kitchen." The man says, losing his firm grasp of the english language. I pop a pickled roll into my mouth and follow him into the kitchen, which smells like miso.

I don't want to go into what happened next; to protect the guilty, mainly me. So I'll talk about Miso. Miso is a live food, sea-salt laden soy cultured by bacteria, usually they add seaweed or fu or something. Fu is simply a dried wheat gluten. Death to those with gluten allergies. But I don't have such a problem.

About ten minutes later, I emerge from the kitchen, carrying a bit of the miso-scent with me.

"Wakame." I say, sitting back down and grabbing another vegetable roll.

"Wakame?" Someone asks.

"It's a seaweed." I say. Doesn't really answer the question; I don't know why I said it. But I did. "They put it in miso. Soup. Another cup of tea, please." This time I'm facing the sushi guy. And now we've got just one connection in this state of insanity.

"Well guys, we've got a pick of free lodging." I say, chewing quickly. There's tofu in the roll, hardly flavored by the light dab of wasabi.

"Either we can grab a bed in a garage with eight illegal immigrants, or we can stay with Mr. Shan here at his place; just for the night. Also, he has a friend of a friend of a friend who can hook us up with a trip to the Sony Entertainment Museum. You know, we always wanted to take the tour..."

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Post by Master_Cameo_Naton » Sat Oct 01, 2005 10:52 am

(ooc : Two things... One, you and I have already had the "don't call me Pat" conversation... ;) Two, I know what sushi is, and I love it. :))
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Post by Cecil » Mon Oct 03, 2005 7:05 am

OOC: Jeremy sits on his computer in Utah, silently wondering what the rest of the group is up to....


:mrgreen:

Maybe I'll post this week. We'll see how I do on time :)
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Post by High Moff Betts » Thu Oct 06, 2005 3:59 am

“I don’t like Sushi.” Adam began abruptly and for no apparent reason.
Sam looked at him, looked at the soy sauce and considered the merits of pouring the entire bottle all over his fellow Englishman’s face before thinking better of the whole thing and going back to playing with a Cucumber Maki.
“Fish should be served cooked, deep fried in batter, with chips. Big fat chips.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Asked Patrick whom Adam had directed that last at, Adam ignored him and continued on.
“And Tomato sauce. Not Ketchup, Tomato sauce.”
“I think he’s homesick.” Joost explained though only Cam really listened.
“At least they got the tea right…”
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Post by Master_Cameo_Naton » Thu Oct 06, 2005 6:52 am

Cameron looked at Adam and grinned. "Tea, Earl Grey, hot." Truth be told, Earl Grey had been the first tea Cameron had ever had - and he owed that to Captain Jean-luc Picard from Star Trek. Now, it was one of his favorite beverages - besides coffee, obviously. The green tea they had been served wasn't horrible... Cameron found it had both a calming and stimulating effect, so while he was still tired, he also felt more alert.

"I guess we can stay with Mr. Shan," Cameron sighed, redirecting the conversation back to Patrick's suggestion. "I don't know about you guys, but I'd actually planned on going to a hotel. See, I brought money. Currency, cash, even plastic. This is like my one chance for a vacation this year... and I didn't plan on spending it in Mr. Shan's creepy basement."

"You don't know his basements creepy," Patrick protested.

Cameron grimaced. "Basements are creepy. Period."

"Besides, it's not actually his basement. More of a spare room."

"For the five of us..." Joost sighed.

"What's the problem?" Patrick asked.

"Adam snores," Joost grinned, earning a punch in the arm. "And he hits like a girl." Another punch. "Ow."

"Alright. We'll stay with Mr. Shan for the night... but then we've got to pick up Jeremy at the airport in the morning. Then we go to the museum for reconnaissance. We're not doing anything tomorrow but getting the lay of the land. I don't care how easy it might look... We stick to the plan... got it?" Cameron looked around, and everyone nodded. He had a feeling he'd still have to keep an eye on Adam and Patrick... "Good."
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Post by High Moff Betts » Thu Oct 06, 2005 9:52 am

Ooc: Actually I don't snore, I'm such a light sleeper that if I ever do snore I wake myself up. This has cuased problems...
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Post by Cecil » Thu Oct 06, 2005 1:22 pm

OOC: But apparently you do hit like a girl.

;)

I should have a post sometime today... unfortunately, it will probably be short.
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Post by High Moff Betts » Thu Oct 06, 2005 1:49 pm

OOc: I couldn't possibly comment...

...but yeah, I do.
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Post by Cecil » Fri Oct 07, 2005 7:10 am

OOC: It's all good Adam :)

Short and probably not sweet but oh well...

IC:

Jeremy stepped out of the airport and into what seemed like a blast furnace. Heat surrounded him and the humidity made him feel a bit muggy.

It wasn’t all that humid (the reports had said around 10% or so) but to someone from Utah where the humidity stuck at 0% all year round, it was bad. Also, the temperature in Utah had been in the 50s when he left. Currently, a sign was reading 94 degrees. Quite a difference there.

Still, Jeremy loved California. The weather was much better than Utah and he felt more in his element here.

Putting some sun glasses on, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed up Cameron’s number. After a short delay, a groggy voice answered. “Hello?”

“Cameron?” Jeremy said, glanced at his watch. It was about 2:00 PM. “Did I wake you up?”

“No,” Cameron said. “I’m a little jet lagged and I didn’t get much sleep last night. Weren’t you supposed to arrive this morning?”

“Yes,” Jeremy said. “I was but because it was me flying, my plane was delayed several hours.”

“You have trouble with airports?”

“Just with planes leaving on time,” Jeremy sighed. “Anyway, what’s the plan?”

“Well as soon as I can get the smell of miso out of my clothes,” Cameron said, sounding a little annoyed. “Ah nevermind. It will never come out.”

"Miso?"

“Burn your clothes!” Another voice in the background was picked up by Cameron’s cell phone and transferred to Jeremy’s ear.

“Shut up,” Cameo said quickly. “Ok well I guess we’ll come pick you up.”

“Ok,” Jeremy said. “See you in an hour.”

“Better make it two,” Cameron said, again sounding a little annoyed. “Pat, wake up!” Jeremy wasn’t sure why but Cameron seemed to emphasize the word Pat.

“All right,” Jeremy said. “See you later.”
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Post by Master_Cameo_Naton » Tue Oct 18, 2005 6:35 pm

Cameron felt like they'd been in the restaurant forever. He was frugal, cheap even, but there came a time when he was willing to forgo charity and spend a few dollars for a soft bed and a clean room. He had finally coaxed everyone into a taxi, and was about to direct the overly full vehicle to the Sony museum, when he realized how much luggage they had...

They couldn't well be expected to cart their stuff - especially their weapons - along on a walking tour of the museum... So, he directed the cabbie to the Culver Hotel. He was a little reluctant to pass on a national chain - he'd had great success with Ramada's across the country, but he'd heard about the "world famous" hotel and wanted to give it a try. World famous was apparently a grand overstatement, because no one else in the entourage had even heard of Culver City, much less the Culver Hotel.

The taxi pulled up to the hotel, built in 1924, and shaped like a giant piece of pie. Throughout the many years the hotel had been host to the cast of many productions, including the Wizard of Oz. With Cameron's love of the film and television industry, the sense of history in the town was intoxicating.

"I don't know if I want to spend this much money," Adam said, looking at the sign out front.

"It'll be alright," Cameron said. "We need a base of operations, and we can't just schlep our stuff all over town... Joost is going to get tired eventually. Besides, I'll chip in a little to help out."

Cameron made a quick call to Jeremy, letting him know to meet at the hotel, and went in to pay for the two rooms. Five people, four beds... hope I don't end up sharing a bed with anyone...

(ooc : For more on the hotel, click here.) :)
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The Ghost of Charleton Heston

Post by xfiend1013 » Mon Oct 31, 2005 2:54 am

OOC: Just thought I'd insert this, because if I were involved with this, well, this would doutblessly happen.

IC:

"His ghost is right here! Right in this column!" Patrick shouted, gripping the column in the hotel bar tightly with one arm and punching it with the other.

At first no one noticed. Patrick had been making similar claims for the past ten minutes - apparently, the Culver Hotel was the hotbed of Hollywood fame paranormalcy.

Or, perhaps, it was the drinking. Betting men would go with that explanation. If they were smart. Betting is not always indicitave of intelligence.

"Even though you think all those guys on ESPN playing poker are geniuses, sometimes they're just dumb celebrities."

"What?" Adam asked.

"The ghost... of the guy... from Ben Hur... Moses.. You know... old dude... NRA, Micheal Moore..." Patrick began.

"Patrick, Charlton Heston isn't dead." Cameo sighed.

"That doesn't make Scott Staph cool. Nor does Celebrity Poker." Patrick added, his fist missing the column.

Tomorrow's "casing" during the guided tour looked like it was going to see at least one hangover.

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Post by High Moff Betts » Sun Nov 20, 2005 11:01 am

Ooc: dum daaa da da de dum... :shock:
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Post by High Moff Betts » Sun Nov 27, 2005 2:34 pm

Ooc: So er... how is everyone?
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OOC: Been better.
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Post by High Moff Betts » Tue Nov 29, 2005 1:10 pm

Ooc: Thats nice... anyone else?
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Post by High Moff Betts » Tue Nov 29, 2005 1:12 pm

OOc: Ooh... we should start the Space Patrol social thread, actually call it that, use it for a week then give up and go back to sleep!
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Post by Master_Cameo_Naton » Tue Nov 29, 2005 1:34 pm

(ooc : Indeed. I'll try to come up with something in the next couple days... Life on 28k dial-up sucks.)
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Post by High Moff Betts » Tue Nov 29, 2005 1:47 pm

OOc: I didn't really mean to sound so criticle just then, but anyway, my condolences.
I might start a new thread over Christmas if anyone’s interested (or if they're not), the basic premise is that rather than being a group of heroes, do-gooders and Jedi we’re all Darksider ill-dooers doing... well ill stuff really, i havent quite worked it out yet. But as is so often said, its good to be bad.
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Post by High Moff Betts » Tue Dec 06, 2005 3:29 pm

ooc: I just thought i'd let you all know that i'm ill... again. I'm breathing like :vader:, i'm on antibiotics and this'll be my third sleepless night (:shock:). I look roughly like this: :emperor:
if u never here from me again, you'll know why ... :| :? :(

.... I may however visit you as a force ghost :obiwan: :mrgreen: and send you off to find little green men :yoda:

May the force be with you.
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Post by High Moff Betts » Thu Dec 08, 2005 1:24 pm

OOc: I'm getting better now... just so you know... I'll start a new thread 2m I think.
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