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Thread: The Crossover Christmas Special (TheCorsair, Xanaphia, Madam Mim)

A what now? Sue asked, eyes narrowed in Claras direction. A pirate ship, on the river. Clara pointed towards the western wall. A pirateship, Sue repeated, pronouncing the words carefully. Half turning towards Thora, she murmured, How much eggnog has Clara had already? Im not seeing things, Clara grumbled, pulling both women along, toward the walls, Come on, see for yourselves. Sue and Thora met each other's eyes with equal skepticism. Still, they humored her, following her up the stairs, their footsteps echoing their disbelief until Holy hells, Thora gasped, catching sight of the massive seafaring vessel, How much eggnog have I had already? Mercedes shivered under her winter coat, holding up a lantern so William could look under the hood of the rented car and see if he could figure out the problem. It wasnt much colder in Berlin than Chicago, but it was past sundown on Christmas Eve, and stranded in a broken car was the last place she wanted to be. The oil froze, William explained, slamming the hood, They must not have switched to the winter blend before we rented it. Ugh, this is the last time I pick a car based on the fact we share a name, she grumbled, shivering a bit more. Theyd have to find someone who d let them in, just long enough to call for a tow, who also happened to speak English or Italian. She may as well pray for a Christmas miracle. Almost on queue A few doors down from them, a couple knocked on a residence, and when the door opened, and when the host greeted them, Mercedes thought they spoke English. Nudging William, she pointed that way, Why dont we ask them if we can use their phone to call a tow truck and a cab? Clara had rushed out to meet the ship before Thora or Sue could stop her, awe filling her eyes. How had this massive ship made the journey up the Sarn? Several people disembarked, most dressed in typical pirate fashion or what Clara imagined typical pirate attire to be, but one couple in particular were strange, in their black outfits. But that errant thought left her mind by the time the last few people touched upon the backs of the river. I know you! Youre that famous pirate captain! Clara declared. She turned from the light-skinned man with dreadlocks, towards the tall women with ebon hair and umber skin, Youre the Onyx Queen! You lead the first open rebellion against the demonsexcept, wait, that was over a hundred years ago. But you look just like the pictures of her Ive seen. She laughed, equal parts embarrassment and pride in the short sound, Nah, Im just one of her descendants, Captain Aurelia Seaborne. Not looking into any rebellions either, just hunting a demon known as Matthias the Traitor. Clara grimaced, and shook her head, If youre looking for a demon, youre going to be disappointed. Hes not here? Aurelia cast a sidelong glance at the man with the dreads. Oh, hes here alright butWell, its probably easier just to show you what I mean.
Thread: The Crossover Christmas Special (TheCorsair, Xanaphia, Madam Mim)

English ? Kieran sputtered indignantly. It was Sam, but it wasn't Sam. Sam was sitting on the couch in some sparkly number, still much curvier than she had been before the baby, then excused herself to answer the door. This other Sam seemed more comfortable with his cousin than anyone else, and was rangier and more scarred than he'd ever known her to be. Her hair was shaggy and shoulder-length, and looked to have been cropped with dull scissors, and the way she looked at Jackie told him everything he needed to know. He didn't know how this had happened, but it had. ...An' every Irishman I've heard tell of got a name startin' wit Mick. That would be the Scottish, he corrected through gritted teeth. Jacqueline! What...who...?? Will you please--! Being mistaken for English had thrown him for a loop and the pirate had lost his usual cool demeanor. Hareth laughed and put a hand on his shoulder, murmuring something in his ear which seemed to make him relax a little. His last name is Shane, Jackie informed her wife with a laugh. Not every Irishman's name starts with Mick or O. We got the same...great-great-grandma I think, so we don't share a name. But it's probably a good idea not to ever call him English again. Ever. Erik, hun? We got a couple extra guests here, Other Sam announced as she brought the guests through. The gentlemen who weren't already standing stood and Erik took the unannounced company in stride. I suppose it's a good thing we've got extra room then, he said good-naturedly before making introductions. He introduced his wife as Samantha and Jackie's wife as Sam but didn't bring up the physical similarities for now. It was confusing enough for him as it was. The woman, Mercedes, promised to be out as soon as they'd found a cab but he waved it away. Nonsense! It's Christmas Eve! Unless you've got somewhere to be I don't see a reason you can't be here. We've got more than enough to go around, and-- There was yet another knock at the door. ...And I suppose there might have to be room for one more. Bewildered, he went to the door to find a young redhead on the stoop. Kann ich Ihnen helfen? he inquired politely. Sind Sie in Not? My dear what a fabulous dress, Anne Marie commented on Mercedes's outfit once introductions have been made. Awfully chilly for this time of year, I imagine, but beautiful nonetheless. Wherever did you find it? We've most definitely missed something, Jenny murmured in agreement as the woman attacking Matthias broke down. But he doesn't seem the type to deserve the locker, does he? He does remind me very much of you. She squeezed his hand but didn't interfere with Clara and Fayette's conversation. This seemed to be something a long time coming and she didn't want to intrude.
Thread: The Crossover Christmas Special (TheCorsair, Xanaphia, Madam Mim)

Hear that? I'm your fair lady, Jenny nudged her husband with a grin. The grin dropped quickly, though, and she folded her arms over her chest. But seriously, what do you want? Nearly lost my head last time. The Puck extended an invitation to attend a midwinter festival, and by the time they had an opportunity to protest it was made clear that they had no choice. Oh bloody hell! Aurelia and Kaydia wondered aloud where they were and Jenny turned in a circle. Berlin, I'd say, she speculated, some time shortly after the war, I imagine. Between 1918 and 19...mmm...22? She looked to John for confirmation. Unsure of the timeline though. Don't suppose we'll know for certain until we ask someone. Paris has some of the best shops in the world, Anne Marie agreed with a smile. Not that I happen to be biased in any way, of course. Her smile dropped, however, and she put her hand over her mouth when the mentioned that they were from Chicago. Oh mon dieu, she murmured, and her hand instinctively sought Algie's. I ain't heard nothin' about Chicago either, Jackie put in, looking at Sam for confirmation. The hell are Martians, anyway? The hell are--? Jackie, Kermit was leveled. Kieran looked at her with disbelief. Texas was devastated. You and your mum had to stay with us for a month. Half your village was wiped out fighting the tripods. Jackie frowned and shook her head. Kieran I ain't seen your brothers and sisters since your ma died. I think, Anne Marie said slowly, perhaps Monsieur Stone and Madamoiselle Malone may be from the same timeline as Sam and Jacqueline. Sounds like, but don't call me Jacqueline. Yeah, she much prefers Birdie, the pirate added with a smirk. He shied away when his cousin got to her feet but accepted the punch on the shoulder with grace. I'm sorry...a different timeline? Hareth frowned in confusion. What do you mean? Erik frowned. Es tut mir leid, he said slowly. Dass ich sie nicht gesehen habe. Aber-- In welchem System sind wir? System? His frown deepened. Wie weit sind wir jenseits des Outer Rim? He began to grow concerned about the health of the redhead on his stoop. Komm bitte herein, he said slowly, standing aside. Es ist kalt, und es ist Weihnachten. Es gibt viel Platz, und vielleicht konnen wir sie helfen. Mein Name ist Erik Heinz-Schmidt. Und Sie?
Thread: The Crossover Christmas Special (TheCorsair, Xanaphia, Madam Mim)

Mara accepted the mans invitation in after getting a sense of understanding about Weinatchen. A holiday dedicated to an earth deity, those not the same one or at least not the same version as the one the man before her worshipped. But she could sense that even nonbelievers celebrated the holiday as an excuse to gather together and be merry. Danke. Mein name ist Mara Jade Voss-Hall. As she followed Erik into the living room, she caught wind of the conversation happening, as the gathered guests seemed to figure out they were from different worlds or realities. Perhaps she had come to the right place, even if her parents werent here yet. She switched over to what seemed to be the dominate language of the group. Timespace has warped to bring us all together, for some reason, Mara interjected with a shrug, I actually came here on purpose, to meet my parents, but it doesnt seem like they are here yet. So, while I wait for them, does anyone know what system were in? Or has the greater galactic population not made contact here yet? Kaydia was beyond bewildered by this point, but trying to figure everything out seemed a futile exercise if they froze to death. The sabers could give off some warmth, and if absolutely necessary, force lightning on a tree would start a fire, but neither were long term solutions. Yusef made a good point about seeking out the familiar presence, in hopes of retaining some shelter tonight. And then, perhaps, some answers. This way, she pointed, joining Quentins perceptions in the force to pinpoint the source. The house they came to was decorating in simple electric lights in an array of primary colors, and lights on the insides suggested the occupants where home. Its here, all right, she decided, sinking deeper into the force to get a sense of the inhabitants. There was a general sense of joviality, with a touch of confusion. Well, that wasnt anything new to the evening. They seem to be having a party or get together inside. Here is too hoping that hospitality will extend to a few more?
Thread: The Crossover Christmas Special (TheCorsair, Xanaphia, Madam Mim)

Anne Marie struggled not to jump Algie right there, if only because to her knowledge Samantha was still the only one who knew about them. He was a quiet, dignified, graceful man...and God how she loved it when he took charge and put someone in their place like that! Instead she settled for a exchanging with him a sly smile with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. His confident nonchalance was incredibly alluring. Her eye was distracted, however, by Kieran moving toward the kitchen. She cleared her throat and he glanced briefly over at her, but ignored the dowager. Hey. Although it was a carefully planned gesture, Kieran's hand ghosted lightly over Colin's back and shoulders as if by habit. It had been his habit, after all, and he couldn't be blamed if he still occasionally slipped. Right? It had only been four months, after all. Insane sort of Christmas, yeah? Other worlds and all that. Jackie's not changed much though...well, except for the part where she allowed a naked cock within half a mile of her, never mind having a baby. That bit's weird. He made an awkward attempt at a casual smile as he helped Colin make drinks. So how's London? This is Miss Voss-Hall, Erik announced, leading the young woman into the drawing room where everyone was gathered. She's looking for someone and is a little...lost. He gave his wife a significant look behind Mara's back, then raised his eyebrows mildly when she announced her purpose and something about timespace. And she speaks English, apparently. He remembered hearing something about spacetime from Professor Swift when he was recounting a lecture he'd gone to a few years ago by a promising German Jewish physicist...but Erik himself was an engineer, not a physicist. Not a quantum physicist, anyway. Timespace? Jackie cocked an eyebrow. Galactic population? The hell's that even mean? She exchanged looks with her wife. It's been a crazy night, lady, but that's just a little too crazy. Now Miss Sparrow, I-- Erik made a noise of frustration when someone else knocked on the door. When he opened it there was a rather large party--and one cat--standing on his doorstep. Guten Abend, one woman with curly red hair--perhaps Miss Voss-Hall's mother? though she looked too young for that--said with a tentative smile. Wir-- Yes, yes, come in, Erik said with exasperation, standing aside and gesturing widely. Always room for more, it's Christmas, all that. Please do wipe your feet. Secretly a superstitious part of him which he hated thought maybe a Jew celebrating Christmas was bad luck and a bunch of random gentiles showing up at his door was what he got for it.
Thread: The Crossover Christmas Special (TheCorsair, Xanaphia, Madam Mim)

Kris mus? Yusef repeated, sounding the odd words out. I... don't know, Quentin replied. Some sort of holiday, I suspect. That it is, mate! John declared, clapping him on the shoulder before doffing his battered old tricorn and bowing to the bespectacled man who'd invited them in. Captain John Sparrow, at your service. He stepped in, taking Jenny's coat and hanging it before removing his own. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he unbuckled his sword belt and hung it with their coats. Shall I introduce everyone else? I would, only it seems you have other guests and I'd hate to have to go to the effort again. Everyone else filed in, and followed their host into an increasingly crowded living room. A large tree glittering with lights stood by a fireplace, upon which also stood a menorah. Everyone stared at them, eyes full of curiousity and suspicion. Fair enough, he decided. They were a motley-looking group. Happy christmas! he called, bowing towards the blonde woman in the gold dress that their host sat next to. I'm Captain John Sparrow, oh! And you're heard of me? The last was directed towards a startled-looking red Indian lass sitting next to the blonde's younger sister. It's mostly lies, I assure you. Except that one thing. Counting people off one by one, he continuted. This lovely lady is my darling and exceptionally patient wife Jennifer. This is Captains Yusef and Arelia, and I hope you aren't offended by not including your last names because I've yet to pronounce them correctly, and this is Sir Quentin Hall and Dame..? Sir..? Dame Kaydia Voss-Hall. That seemed to elicit a gasp from the redhead in the jumpsuit. And this is... uhm... He stared at Clara curiously. I'm sorry. I missed your name in all the excitement. Clara Olgasdottor, she replied, looking around curiously. The black cat in her arms meowed once. Clara, John repeated. Clara and her cat... cat, I assume. It doesn't matter, they have their own names for themselves and don't respond to ours anyway. He bowed again. Our apologies for intruding, ma'am, but we're lost and the gentleman at your right was kind enough to offer us shelter. Colin bristled at Kieran's touch, out of a combination of aggrivation and jealousy and - he had to admit it - the irritated realization that he'd love to tear the man's clothes off and have him right here in the kitchen. Goddamn it, how did Kieran still have that effect on him? An insane Christmas is putting it mildly, he grumbled out. And London is, well, London. It's... He let his voice trail away as Erik returned yet again, this time followed by a troupe of costumed performers. Although only the one calling himself John was really performing. The rest just looked disoriented and bemused, really. John Sparrow, he mused aloud. Wasn't there a pirate named that, once? Do you think they were going to a masquerade?
Thread: The Crossover Christmas Special (TheCorsair, Xanaphia, Madam Mim)

Maras heart caught in her chest as additional guests entered, and she saw her parents among them. She probably didnt need the confirmation of their names by the Ive missed you so much! She declared, throwing her arms around Quentin, recognizing the face from the pictures Kalin had shown her. Even though it was far different from the desert hermit who had challenged her very world view and gave her a purpose far greater than any the Emperor tried to impose upon her. Despite the confusion she could feel from his thoughts, he returned the hug. And how do you know my husband? Kaydia asked. Based on the journal she had retrieved from her fathers cache, she knew her parents had been able to share memories, and there was no memory in Quentins mind of having met her. Yet. Pulling away from Quentin, she turned towards the mother shed spent she entire childhood imaging, and still falling short. Kaydia was still confused as Mara took her hands, but didnt resist. This might be a little hard to believe butIm your daughter, in your future. In a possible future for you two, anyways. Kaydias went eye wide at that, and lips parted in stunned silence. She sought answers in Quentins eyes, but he was still stunned. Aint that sweet, Aurelia cooed, wrapping an arm around Yusef. Then she scanned the room, appraising each of the guests carefully. Whispering to Yusef, she added, I think we are safe from any similar surprises. Clara couldnt help by be warmed by the family reunion on display, even if it made no sense to her. But the Gods worked in mysterious ways, and it wasnt her place to question them. Still, in many ways it was a reminder of what shed lost, in gain Verriers immortality. And right now, the reminders were everywhere, with the baby held one of the guests they intruded upon, and the baby furniture in the room. In Quentin and Kaydias awkward hugging of this future daughter and Lady Aris proud swollen belly. Standing here and now with Cat Verrier in her arms, Clara wondered when shed become the crazy cat lady. With a nervous laugh, she looked around the living room picking out similarities between this chris-miss and the Solstice. So, what is this holiday weve so rudely interrupted?
Thread: The contest winner. A celeb-play, fan play, sci-fi plot.

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Thread: Lovely Ladies Locked In... Um... Combat? DAMNIT. (FxF Catfights and Brawls!)

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Thread: Battlestar Galactica: Deadlock

Like the title says! Anyone else playing this game, having goodbad luck with it? It's been a largely good experience for me, loving the kind of simultaneous turn based that the battles run with.
Thread: Is Love Just an Illusion?

Throughout the years I've had a fair number of relationships, but no matter what I do to try and keep them, the world just seems to want to screw me over and make it hurt a lot...
Thread: Is Love Just an Illusion?

I'm with someone that I love more then anything, so no, I don't think it's an illusion.
Thread: Is Love Just an Illusion?

I've been with my partner since I was 14 I'm 22 now, and we live together and will soon be wedded. It's not an illusion to me, I guess we got lucky.
Thread: Is Love Just an Illusion?

I don't think it's just illusion. Sometimes there seems that there isn't any hope, but you've got to be optimistic that things will get better in the future. That's what personally keeps me going. I've never been in a relationship myself, but I know the right person is out there somewhere. Love is no illusion whatsoever. It presents itself in different ways.
Thread: Is Love Just an Illusion?

Love is just a chemical reaction.
Thread: Is Love Just an Illusion?

Yes its definitely an illusion mostly because certain people already have no chance at attaining it. There's no way in hell that a normal guy like me could offer anyone anything that they want . You have be a certain type and have lots of money . Not to say that I don't work because I do . At least 60 hrs a week but as I've been told I have no chance in hell.
Thread: Is Love Just an Illusion?

Not knocking against personal experience or anything, but it might be a good idea to note that the US census reports 45.2 of legal adults are unmarried. So 54.8 are married, and then some amount of additional people are unmarried but in relationships. Not to say all marriages end up happy and loving, but somehow people are ending up as couples together. We can assume that at least some portion of those marriages are based on partner satisfaction and love. There are so many successful marriage stories out there. And even tho nearly half of marriages end in divorce, that doesn't mean the couple didn't feel love toward each other at some point during that relationship. And more than that, love isn't just romantic love although I assume that's what's being discussed here. Nor do I think love is a static thing. It's not exactly something that just happens to you. Anyone in a successful relationship will tell you that love is an action it takes work, and it's an ongoing process. It's an illusion only if you think it will come out of nowhere and fall in your lap.