Carrier Pigeon

Carrier Pigeon Chat

note: This was originally an IM conversation. But with all the carrier pigeoning I did, it ended up being a chat involving me, BoB, Bracken and Doyle. FYI, so it's not *too* confusing...

By the way, I have no freakin' clue when this happened, so I can't stick the date up here like I like to, damnit.

<.silver> you......are on acid.
<.silver> "The ice in the glass melted slowly as did the hands of the clock, while he reacted to the message from within."
<.silver> beh?
<.silver> the hands of the clock melted slowly?
<.BoB>: How'd you know?
<.silver> heh
<.silver> ^^^^^
<.BoB>: But... aaacid?
<.BoB>: Ahh, yes
<.silver> hee
<.silver> heh, i love the spelling errors, too
<.silver> "He had the ability to make a mocker out of ordinary business attire."
<.silver> i hate it when people make a mocker of me.
<.BoB>: Yes, acid makes things ALL better. Whee
<.silver> heh
<.BoB>: Hehe. This time the typos are so not my fault as my brother was the one who typed it out after I wrote it
<.BoB>: So, whoo!
<.silver> lol
<.silver> *mockers BoB's brother*
<.silver> but.....as the brother of GoB....shouldn't he also be perfect?
<.BoB>: hehehe. Nah. All the "perfect" genes went to me.
<.silver> *snort*
<.BoB>: It's true. He wears the mocker jeans in the family.
<.silver> lmao
<.BoB>: *does a little dance in his perfect GoB genes. Whee!*
<.silver> *is scared*
<.BoB>: I scared you? Even better! Whoo!
<.BoB>: *hums the theme to Wheel o' Fortune*
<.silver> lol. i need to go find some old ladies. right....now.....
<.BoB>: Aww, so the reason you say I sleep with them is because YOU are the one that actually sleeps with them? How sweet.
<.silver> i would call that a *wild* leap of logic.
<.silver> i meant more....i need to go find some old ladies to torment you with
<.BoB>: *sings Wild Thing to embrace the logic*
<.silver> to keep you on the defensive
<.silver> and from scaring me further
<.silver> lol
<.BoB>: But, it's fun being scared, no?
<.silver> heh. ya. reminds me of a Jem song.
<.silver> *sigh* I miss Jem.
<.silver> brb
<.BoB>: Alrighty
<.BoB>: Get down wit yo bad brbing self
<.silver> i could've sworn i just heard screaming.....
<.BoB>: Were you reliving my dancing? 'Cause, it might've been in your head...
<.silver> lol
<.silver> no
<.BoB>: Damn... That would've been amusing
<.silver> Darm it all.
<.BoB>: Ooh, NICE use of the darm. *clap clap clap*
<.silver> heh

<.silver> <.silver> no,....i swear i thought i heard someone screaming upstairs. that particular scream that crazy people do when they're hallucinating. or having a seizure. or any number of other things that i have to deal with here.
<.silver> so i grabbed the emergency clicker thingy and my keys, and searched the building but found nothing.
<.Bracken> huh. perhaps they stopped when they heard you coming because you frighten them.
<.Bracken> or maybe the vision went away
<.Bracken> or God said 'Shut up. People are sleeping! Dammit'

<.BoB>: hahaha
<.BoB>: I'd go with the last reason
<.silver> heh
<.silver> i liked the vision one, myself
<.silver> oh damnit, you gave me your color.
<.silver> there
<.BoB>: Black looks good, though. A goooooood color. Embrace it.
<.BoB>: Embraaaace the darkness. It is your nature. It's in your bloooood.
<.silver> noooooooooooooooooooooo
<.silver> i will not yield!
<.BoB>: Why not? Are you too.... GOOD for the black?
<.silver> lol. no...i'm just too lavender.
<.BoB>: Ah yes. I noticed. You lavender whore.
<.silver> lmfao
<.silver> what can i say? i am helpless in the face of colour. I am lavender's bitch.
<.BoB>: Haha. Well... if you love lavender so much, why don't you marry it???
<.silver> would that i could aspire to such a holy union. alas, lavender will not have me. *sob*
<.BoB>: Well, that's because you need to give yourself up to Vivid Tangerine and make Lavender jealous first. Duuuuh.
<.silver> lol
<.BoB>: Don't you know ANYTHING about wooing colors?
<.silver> but to play these games...it's so.....so...juvenile. why can't we just admit our love for each other?
<.silver> *sigh*
<.silver> it would seem not
<.silver> alas

<.silver> hmmm...interesting. "<.Doyle> was it originally a typo?
<.Doyle> snoret
<.Doyle> probably not now i think about it
<.silver> yes
<.silver> like TYA!
<.Liz> allrightey - the button's on its way again
<.silver> and now i'm in love with it
<.silver> thank ye!
<.Liz> wee ha! TYA!
<.Doyle> fine, why don't you just go marry it *eyes light up with electricity* next thing ya know snoret is proposing to silver
<.Doyle> <.silver> it's just so sudden
<.silver> *arches eyebrow*
<.silver> interesting, on IM BoB just asked me why i don't marry lavender
<.silver> and here, you've got me marrying snoret.
<.Doyle> ya, but you're only under a spell at the moment. when it's ended you'll realise you don't love snoret but lavender's your true love
<.Doyle> who's lavender?

<.BoB>: hahahahaha. "Who's lavender?" Hahaha.
<.silver> hee. i know.
<.BoB>: Tell Doyle that Lavender's the name of the biker you've had your eye on. And, ooh... that you want to make Lavender YOUR bitch
<.silver> oy. here we go with the carrier pigeon thing again.

<.silver> > he says:
<.silver> "tell doyle that Lavender's the name of the biker you've had your eye on. And that you are Lavender's bitch!"
<.Doyle> "i wish i could be in chat"?
<.silver> or wait...that i want to make lavender my bitch
<.silver> sorry
<.Doyle> :-)
<.silver> heh....i doubt that's what he's thinking

<.BoB>: Well, you ARE Lavender's bitch already, so that goes without saying. You want to turn the tables now.
<.silver> heh
<.silver> natch
<.silver> we all want to turn a little table sometimes.
<.BoB>: Er... I mean... I don't talk to carrier pigeons, slave. Stop chit chatting and start sending messages back and forth!
<.silver> lmfao
<.silver> your word is my command
<.silver> "<.Doyle> and BoB continues to talk through you. he should really just one day show up in here and shock us all to death
<.Doyle> but i guess he likes speaking through you"
<.silver> <.Doyle> makes him feel more GOB-like
<.BoB>: Yes. Silver, you are my burning bush.
<.silver> *snoret*
<.BoB>: Or, since I should speak through you.... "yes. Silver is my burning bush, Doyle."
<.silver> lol

<.silver> > BoB: "Yes, silver is my burning bush, doyle."
<.Doyle> that's nice
<.Doyle> really, it is

<.BoB>: haha. He does know what kind of "bush" I mean, yeah? That sickminded boy.
<.silver> i don't think so
<.silver> at all
<.silver> lol
<.BoB>: hahaha
<.silver> in fact, h e's said nothing since. hee.
<.silver> i think you confuzzled him.
<.BoB>: hahaha
<.BoB>: I could make a little chart
<.silver> oh wait, here we go

<.silver> <.Doyle> BoB's like the wizard in the wizard of oz. puts on a big show but is really just some non-powerful guy behind a curtain. sil, you're the curtain. BoB hides behind you (uh...that could be a compliment i guess....in a totally bizarre way)

<.BoB>: A little green bush on fire with a smiley face.
<.silver> heh
<.BoB>: Yes, that's it. I'm exactly like Oz. Except I HAVE power, *I* killed the witch myself, I thought Dorothy was a little skank and I'm not a werewolf.
<.silver> heh
<.BoB>: *sings Over the Rainbow* Wheeeeeeee
<.silver> lol
<.BoB>: Darm... singing OtR means I'll have to refrain from my usual singing of Barbara Streisand's greatest hits, lest there be any... rumors...
<.silver> Darm it!

<.silver> <.Doyle> well, the important thing, BoB, is that you're not a werewolf
<.Doyle> cause that's always unpleasent

<.BoB>: Disappointing, I know
<.silver> yeeah...i think he's tapped for things to say. hee.
<.BoB>: hahaha. Looks like. Poor guy. Maybe he just doesn't like seeing you as a carrier pigeon.
<.BoB>: I, on the other hand, have no mercy
<.silver> heh. o, whatever happened to the great and merciful GoB?
<.BoB>: The merciful part is just a front I put on to lower peoples' guards so I can get their guard down and be all malevolent. Bwahahaha!
<.silver> that's so devious. lowering people guards so you can get their guard down.
<.silver> ;-)
<.BoB>: Y'know... when I wrote the second "lower their guard" thing, I had the weirdest sense of deja vu, but just dismissed it as an after effect of having seen the deja vu-y episode of Next Generation today... I should really go back and read what I write so I can go back and rea... go back and change it...
<.silver> lmfao

<.silver> <.Doyle> and *BoB* killed the wicked bitch of the west? Hrm
<.silver> totally
<.Doyle> what did she ever do to him?
<.Doyle> and btw, *why* didn't he drop a house of dorothy if he thought she was a skank?
<.Doyle> i woulda taken em both out if i felt that way about dorothy

<.BoB>: The wicked witch just wasn't good enough in the sack.
<.BoB>: I thought Dorothy'd have potential but, alas, she did not.
<.silver> ooh...uh...i think i know what ep you mean. is it cause and effect? was that the name? the one where you keep seeing the same scenes over and over, mostly from crusher's pov, before the enterprise blows up?
<.silver> i like that ep
<.silver> good directing by jf
<.BoB>: Yeah. Cause and Effect. I didn't want to name it, in case you didn't know it and it would make me look like a HUGE Trekkie. Tis my favorite episode of that show. Other than the big ones like "Best of Both WOrlds" etc...
<.silver> lol
<.silver> i used to be a huge trekkie. *sigh*
<.silver> but yeah...'tis a great ep
<.silver> <.Riker> You're going to call my bluff, aren't you?
<.silver> <.Crusher> How did you know I was going to call your bluff?
<.silver> was whacked directing.
<.BoB>: Hahaha. Yeah. I wish *I* was in a poker game where someone said "you're going to call my bluff, aren't you?" I'd be all, "I wasn't BEFORE, but thanks for the tip, buddy!"
<.silver> lol
<.BoB>: But it WAS good to see Frasier be all, "I'm two hundred years behind, yeah? Whee!"

<.silver> <.Doyle> so he dropped a house on her
<.Doyle> what a champ

<.silver> lol....i know, he just kinda sat there and....not-reacted.
<.BoB>: Though... that makes HIS crew seem really stupid to be stuck there for hundreds of years while the Enterprise got out in 17 days... Stupid crew...
<.silver> lol...true.
<.silver> i guess they lacked an android, and a perceptive doctor
<.BoB>: And, yes. Yes I am, Doyle. *sings "I Am The GoB Champion*
<.silver> i always wondered how come troi wasn't the one to pick up on that shit?
<.silver> instead of crusher
<.BoB>: Yes, and anyone with half a brain...
<.BoB>: I guess they wanted OTHER people to get a taste of the empathic action?
<.silver> i suppose
<.BoB>: Though, she probably did pick up on it but the directer didn't want to torture us with more of her crying scenes.
<.silver> lol
<.BoB>: "Oh Captain, we've been dying a lot. For 17 days. And I STILL don't get to sleep with Riker. Wah wah wah." Suck it up, you whiny bitch.
<.silver> lmfao

<.silver> <.Doyle> that's probably his theme song
<.BoB>: That it is... well... that and "We're Not Going to Take It" but only 'cause it allows me to beat up Marc Metcalf

<.silver> god, were you as annoyed with insurrection as i was? wtf was with riker and troi just suddenly getting back together, and then everything's hunky dory? I mean...they spend over seven years having this big angst-fest of a relationship, just so they can hop into the hottub together in a crap movie and have it all be over? blah.
<.BoB>: Haha. Yeah, no kidding. They tried to pass it off as "oh, we're feeling young. Lalala" but I wasn't buying it.
<.silver> lol
<.silver> and worf with his stupid-ass acne. why? why did they submit us to that?
<.silver> *shakes fist*

<.silver> <.Doyle> the matser? sure, you can beat him up. go right ahead. here's a club *hands BoB club*

<.BoB>: No no no... not acne... *attempts to pronounce Klingon word for acne... fails*
<.silver> heh
<.BoB>: They really should've had Worf revert to be acting like a teen by killing half the crew.
<.BoB>: That would've been AWESOME.

<.BoB>: Sorry, Doyle... you're club isn't good enough for THESE hands.
<.silver> *snerk*
<.silver> <.Doyle> tell BoB he can take that club and shove it up.....
<.Doyle> the master's arse
<.Doyle> and tell him to wear gloves
<.BoB>: Alrighty then... bend over, Doyle-man.
<.silver> <.Doyle> am i the master? Nay
<.Doyle> remember the guy with the funky bat face?
<.Doyle> he was freed from his prison
<.Doyle> killed buffy
<.Doyle> then died
<.Doyle> i said beat *him* up
<.Doyle> not me

<.BoB>: What? You want s'more? Neato! Sil, as the carrier pigeon, I demand that you beat Doyle up.
<.BoB>: Or... at least crap on his head, or something.
<.silver> lmao
<.silver> i fear i cannot. he's much bigger than i am.
<.BoB>: It's not the size that counts, it's how you use it.
<.silver> heh.
<.BoB>: Good phrase... I say it a lot.

<.silver> <.Doyle> goodo
<.Doyle> and what's he got against me? Sheesh

<.silver> lmao....reassurance?
<.BoB>: Er... of course not.
<.silver> natch ;-)
<.BoB>: Damn skippy
<.silver> hee. Darm skippy is right.

<.silver> <.Doyle> anyways, i haveta go now and i doubt ya gonna feel like being in chat later right? so i guess byes then
<.Doyle> *glares at BoB*

<.silver> ya, i'm gonna take a nap
<.silver> lol
<.BoB>: Yup. Unlike, say, Damn Skippy 'cause then we'd just be taking our anger out on an unfortunate fictional character.
<.silver> i like that he stopped to glare at you before he left
<.BoB>: hahaha
<.BoB>: I feel special now
<.silver> you should
<.BoB>: He's gone then, eh? I can't give him one last parting shit?
<.BoB>: Er... shot... though... parting shit... I like that
<.silver> lmao
<.silver> *falls out of chair laughing*
<.silver> alas no, he has departed.
<.BoB>: Hehe
<.silver> doyle has left the building.
<.BoB>: Darm
<.BoB>: *crowd cheers*
<.silver> there will be no shitting at doyle, last or otherwise.
<.BoB>: *sulks*
<.silver> aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyways...i've got about three hours before the first wakeup, so i think i'm gonna skidaddle and take a nap, if i can.
<.silver> and heh
<.silver> so i'll catch ya later, acid boy ;-)
<.BoB>: Alright. Sounds good. Happy napping and don't feel TOO disappointed that you have disappointed ME by not shitting on Doyle's head when there was time.
<.silver> lol
<.silver> i think somehow i'll survive
<.silver> night!

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