Wraith Worshippers Anonymous - The Chill-Out Hive (Role Playing Thread)

[Replicator Fifth]

Betua: Its getting rather late, me and my pet will have to leave. Good night everyone.

RF: *stops ogling Steve, suddenly* oh, yeah we should get some sleep...>_> or not, knowing Betua ^_^

*RF and Betua gather their things and leave*

Betua: oh, yeah, What sweets do you want me to make next time?

[addicted_to_steve]

According to Urban Dictionary, it is "an Aussie slang term for the those cheap 4 liter wine containers." Orb and Bullseye gave him some of Zaddik's hangover remedy.

For which he (and I!) are extremely grateful! There is nothing worse than a hungover Tony.

Edgar: I disagree... DRUNK Tony is worse. He kept trying make me play a game of "Goon of Fortune". At least hungover Tony is quiet.

Addict: He WHAT? Goon of fortune Tony is becoming way too much of an archetypal Aussie bogan. I think he and I need a good, long trip off planet so that he can regain some Wraithiness.

Ah, no wonder Tony was under a bush, then! Cheers!

He underwent what my alcohol loving friends would call a "good effort". Goon is nasty, but that much goon is a killer. Should I use any more archetypal Aussie slang, I will provide a link or picture!


Explaination: Goon of fortune - peg a goonbag to a washing line. Large group stand around it. Washing line is swung. Wherever the goon bag stops - the person closest must drink. This game is played by alcoholics, 18-year olds, bogans and evidently very drunk Wraith

Lol... that made me think. Urban Dictionary definition for Bogan

[Todd's Pet]

Todd: Tony turning into a bogan????????????????????? His pod brother Steve will be devastated! Addict, you and that boy need to come live on the COH for a while so he can regain some of his wraithy style and cool. Edgar - get your finger out and sort that boy's head! LOL

[WraithTech]

Explaination: Goon of fortune - peg a goonbag to a washing line. Large group stand around it. Washing line is swung. Wherever the goon bag stops - the person closest must drink. This game is played by alcoholics, 18-year olds, bogans and evidently very drunk Wraith

[WraithTech]

Betua: oh, yeah, What sweets do you want me to make next time?

Orb: *looks up from massaging almond oil into Bullseye's nails* How about cookies? Italian pine nut cookies are good, with all that almond paste in them. Speaking of which, marzipan is also welcome!

[Todd's Pet]

TP: aaawwww! Orb you really spoil that wraith of yours And I lurve marzipan!

Todd: *offers marzipan fruits, which TP makes a grab for* Uh-uh... not until you oil my nails too!

TP: *pouts while rubbing oil into Todd's nails*

Todd: While you're there, my back is feeling a bit dry...

TP: Now that's more like it! *tosses marzipan aside and gets stuck into giving Todd a full-body massage*

[WraithTech]

Orb: I can't help it, TP, it is Bullseye's fault for being so worshipful.

Bullseye: Sure, blame the Wraith. *with his hands cleaner than Orb's, reaches over to grab a piece of marzipan, and feeds it to Orb*

[Todd's Pet]

Todd: We can't help it if we're cool Besides, who cares if it gets me a back massage?

TP: *happily concentrates on running thumbs in small, deep circles down either side of Todd's spine ridges*

Todd: *contented sigh*

[WraithTech]

Orb: *looking at how content Todd is* Of course, Bullseye needs a back and spine massage now too.

Bullseye: You read my mind. *unsnaps his coat and overcoat, takes off his undershirt, and relaxes* *telepathically to Todd* Excellent idea, Commander.

[Todd's Pet]

Todd: *puuuuurrrrrrrr*

TP: *finishes off with a slow and lazy massage down the backs of Todd's legs, ending with pressure on the solar plexus reflexology point under the balls of his feet* That's you done now, baby - my turn now!!!!!!

Todd: But...

TP: Now, play fair - it;s MY turn now!

Todd: *sighs but swaps places with TP*

TP: Tee hee! There's method in volunteering to give the massage first! *contented sigh*

[WraithTech]

Orb: *puts her ear down and listens to Bullseye's faint purring* Awww, he fell asleep. *grabs some of Addict's cake and cookies and sits back down beside her sleeping Wraith*

[Todd's Pet]

Todd: *still massaging TP* I bet Bullseye's faking it!

[WraithTech]

Orb: *smoothing down the lock at the back of the crown of Bullseye's hair that usually does not lay flat* He's out like an electromagnetic pulse device with its ZPM disconnected. Sometimes he works too hard. He is a good officer.

[Todd's Pet]

Todd: Now that is sweet! How come you're not all lovey-dovey with me like that anymore, TP?

TP: Cos I know you well now! Tricksie Todd!

Todd: Ho hum... but you wouldn't want me any other way...

TP: Nope - love you heaps just the way you are!

Todd: *rubs TP's neck just the way she likes it*

[WraithTech]

Orb: At least you admit it, Todd. TP, what makes him so tricksie?