HK's Bboard Pool Party Continues...

Date: 06/16/00
From: MissingSliderRyan

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http://www.scifi.com/bboard/browse.cgi/1/5/545/21367

MSR

Late Arrival ....

Date: 06/16/00
From: Slider_Dee

Hello all! (no I don't have a thong on LOL) DeeDee picks up her drink, a cold, fruity one with an umbrella in it (and a kicker in the liquid). She takes a sip then asks:
"Can I join the volleyball game? I can do a mean spike!"
to be continued

Late arrival returns again

Date: 06/16/00
From: GlossyHotsex

HEY!!! HK please throw on some Don Henley music will ya' pretty please!!! Thank you.....
"She wants to party, Ooooooh!
She wants to get down Ooooooh!
All she wants to do is dance
and make romance!!!
Can you feel the heat???"
She has returned with lots of great goodies.
As she runs over to the grill area and plops down a zillion Johnsonville Brats and buns to boot.
As she speaks to the gathered crowd, "These will taste great later," as she smacks her lips.
"Long, hard brats ooooozing with juice are always sooooo satisfying", she exclaims.
She runs back by the pool and the crowd is yelling at her, "Show us your thong."

HK changes the music to the famous "Thong Song".

She replies, "What thong?" "I only have a small coverup on over my bikini top, but no thong."
"I have something else that may interest you in my bag over here, they are inflatable air mattresses, for use on the water or on land." She bends over slightly to get them out of her bag, but she is very careful and reveals nothing. "They are are great for lying down and snuggling", Ms. Hotsex exclaims. "Anybody interested?", she adds.

I am GlossyHotsex!
SciFi me.

Is the volleyball game still on?

Date: 06/16/00
From: nole9

I had a terrible day at work, I need to take out some frustration on a small white ball. Oh wow, that didn't come out the way it was supposed to. Oh, wait neither did that.
Well, are we still playing volleyball? I'm in, please.

"Incoming, nole9!"

Date: 06/16/00
From: MissingSliderRyan

MSR hit the ball over the net toward nole9.

Ooooooohhhhhhhh

Date: 06/16/00
From: nole9

yelled the crowd as the ball bounced off of nole9's head, but went back over the net towards MSR. "We'll take that, there aren't any style points in volleyball" said nole9.
1-0

Can I join in?

Date: 06/16/00
From: TheObsoleteMan

I know I'm late, and I seem like a gate crasher, but my brother DieselMickyDolenz can vouch for me.
Can't you?
DMD: ...
TOM: Wanker. Without me, You wouldn't even be here!!!! Damn costume makes me unrecognizable. But I'm still gonna wear it.
Now where's the alcohol? Can I have a "slider"?

Hey nole

Date: 06/16/00
From: Tigs

Dance with me later?
Nice moves on the court btw.

Date: 06/16/00
From: EustiSlider

"Ok, I'll vouch for you. Your serve."
TOM serves up an ace. "Yess!!!"

Tigs,

Date: 06/16/00
From: nole9

I am there, though you may want to wait until I shower after the VB game.
Who's turn to serve is it?
Eusti, I think that you are up.
Hey, isn't that the Goodyear Blimp?

nole,

Date: 06/16/00
From: Tigs

I bet you clean up real nice. ;-D
It's a date--er--dance.

"Rabbit Season!"

Date: 06/16/00
From: MissingSliderRyan

Previously,
http://www.scifi.com/bboard/browse.cgi/1/5/545/21367/106
"Rabbit season!" yelled Jack just as TheObsoleteMan popped the ball up for SE to spike it over.
This distracted MSR for a split second enabling the ball to connect to her forehead and the back of her head to connect to the ground. Doctor Quinn was summoned and carried quickly to the scene.
Ten minutes later, MSR finally said something. "What the hell happened?" Her head was pounding and an ice pack was on her forehead. She opened her eyes and saw a blurry scene before her.
"You had a little accident," answered Dr. Quinn. "How many fingers do you see?" she asked as she waved three in front of her face.
She squinted her eyes to focus on her fingers. "Um... three I think."
"Are you okay, MSR?" asked nole9.
"MSR, I'm sorry for spiking that ball into your forhead," apologized SE who wisely hid the ball behind his back.
"It wasn't your fault, SE," Yeontoo added. "MSR, you should have been watching the ball."
"Um... doesn't MSR stand for Mulder/Scully Romance?" inquired a confused MSR.
"Yes it does," Tigs piped in. "Don't you know your name?"
"It's Missing Slider Ryan," said DMD.
"Huh? Ryan's not missing. He's over there." MSR pointed to the man in front of her.
"It's Alex Krycek not Ryan. You really don't know who you are?"
MSR looked at him intently. "You aren't Ratboy. Ratboy's only got one arm."
"I'm his double," sighed Alex.
Jack kneeled down next to her. "Cassie, I'm really sorry to have distracted you."
"Time out!" shouted MSR as she tried to sit up, but became dizzy and laid back down again. "First I'm MSR now I'm Cassie. I don't know any of you or who I am. And why are you wearing a Daffy Duck hat? I need a drink."
"You don't drink." She looked to her left and saw Duncan.
"Don't tell me. Duncan MacLeod's double. Explains the absence of a sword." He nodded yes.
Dr. Quinn was concerned. "Okay everyone. I think she needs to rest. You really don't know who you are?"
"Not a clue. Why are you laughing?" she asked as she saw SE and Y giggling.
"Oh nothing," Y responded as she saw a smirk on SE's face.
"Let's get back to playing. Amnesia girl's going to be fine," said SE as he bounced the ball. The players went back to the game.
"Wait a sec. I remember that voice somehow." MSR couldn't place her finger on it but she remembered it.
"You remember his voice not mine?" whined Jack.
MSR looked at him. "Who are you?"
Jack decided it was time to leave her alone. He got up and walked to the bar. The remaining partiers left also.
"So how are you feeling?" asked Dr. Quinn.
"Other than a pounding headache I feel fine. Um... thanks for being part of my little practical joke. SE's going to pay for his little stunt for a while and this gets Jack off my back."
"No problem, but next time don't hurt yourself."
"That's the truth."

Date: 06/17/00
From: TimeFluxEMC2

LoL, now that's what I call good acting <TimeFlux says to himself>.

-TimeFlux
"Time is now Fluctuating, have a nice day."
http://clik.to/TimeFlux

back to the game

Date: 06/17/00
From: DieselMickeyDolenz

With MSR on the sidelines and Teddy Ruxpin off looking for a rabbit (I hope I'm not the only one who gets that), SE and DMD were in search of some new players for their teams.
DMD:"Anyone out there willing to play?"

Date: 06/17/00
From: Doctor_Quinn

The resident doctor giggles over the little practical joke and then takes a big bite out of her scrumptous veggie burger. Suddenly, an idea pops into her head. She silently gets up and grabs a knife from the refreshemnt table.
Sitting back down, DQ begins to scrape away at her cast. "Whoever put this own should have there license taken away. You don't put a cast on for no reason...grrrr." MSR shoots a worried glance over in her direction, wondering if *she's* the one that hit her head. Afterall, Doctor_Quinn is talking to herself while ripping off her cast and replacing it with an ACE bandage.
She stands up,proud that her ankle is almost fully healed from the sprain. "Alright!" the doc yells "I finally get to swim!"

To the grill

Date: 06/17/00
From: ContessaM

Connie makes her way to the grill to grab a bite to eat after her wonderful dances with nole9, DMD and Sabre_Edge. She smelled the intoxicating aroma of burgers, hot dogs and ribs. She grabbed a paper plate from a nearby table and stood in the short line in front of the grill.
HurriKain: (flips a burger) Hey, don't I know you?
Connie: (smiles) You probably saw me at the Beret War II awards show. I was one of the Dec. 10 Boyz groupies that was escorted out for being rowdy. Can I have a burger and a hot dog? (moves her plate in front of her)
HurriKain: (smiling) Here you go. (places food on plate) Oh, now I remember. You jumped on top of your table and was screaming your lungs out.
Connie: (blushes) Um... yeah that was me. You won a Golden Vortex for Reporting. That was awesome.
HurriKain: Thank you.
Connie: If you have time later, can we dance?
HurriKain: Sure. See you later.
Connie: Later.
Connie walks to the bar to grab a Sprite. She munches on her meal and awaits for the time for her dance with HurriKain.

ContessaM

Date: 06/17/00
From: DieselMickeyDolenz

DMD was in the middle of a furiously contested point on the volleyball court when ContessaM caught his eye. At just that point Slider_Dee spiked the ball. Distracted, DMD failed to see the spike coming and the ball kareemed off his forehead and out of bounds. DMD came crashing to the sand.
Sabre_Edge: "Uh, DocQ? We may need some more help here."

Good food, good tunes...

Date: 06/17/00
From: HurriKain

HK had finished the last of his cooking, laying the food on a tray next to an OFF! Candle.
"Hey, this thing really works." he said as he closed the grill. As he walks toward Contessa for a dance, he sees cappy, still saddened by the break-up, requesting "Caught out there" on the DJ table, and TF relaxing with his Baywatch babe.
"Care to dance." HK said as he approached Connie.
"Hey, I thought you forgotten about me." she said, giggling.
"I always keep my promises." HK said with a smile on his face.
The song filled the air, inappropriate that it may seem, and they bgin to dance.

I have never been at a VB game where

Date: 06/17/00
From: nole9

more people have taken balls off of their heads.
MSR, don't you have bodyguards that are supposed to dive in front of you and take the bullets, or balls in this case, for you?
Contessa, you do look familiar, did we go to high school together? I know I don't know you from the Dec_10 Groupies, you're much too pretty to be one of them.
Who's still playing VBall??? I'm up for one more game.

Karaoke time!

Date: 06/17/00
From: DieselMickeyDolenz

DMD slowly recovers from being KO'd by Slider_Dee's spike. "nole9, if you want to play, you can have my spot. I'm not feeling so well."
DMD slowly mad his way to the bar. HurriKain was dancing with ContessaM. Tigs, Yeontoo, and SouthernSlider were again relaxing in the hot tub.
After a few drinks, the ache in DMD's head turned into a pleasant buzz. He stumbled to the middle of the DJ's table and grabbed his microphone. "Attention everyone! It's karaoke time. Pick your favorites and let's hear 'em!"

Date: 06/18/00
From: MissingSliderRyan

and asked, "Um... I have bodyguards? Who and why?" There was a large brown tote bag on her right shoulder.
"Alex and Duncan are your bodyguards. As for the why, I have no idea. Don't you remember anything?" asked nole9.
She stared off into space for a few seconds. "Yeah, but I have no idea who you are."
nole9 sighed. "That ball must have hit you hard."
"What ball are you referring too?" she inquired as she looked over at the volleyball players.
"The volleyball. The reason why you have a bump on your head," said an exasperated nole9.
"If you say so." She flashed him a wicked smile. "By the way, I was just messing with you. I know who you are. Here's a little something you should have gotten." MSR reached into her tote bag and pulled out a Golden Vortex award and handed it to a shocked nole9.
He read the brass plate on it. "To the best emcee - nole9. Thanks by the way where did you get this?"
"Um... I can't tell you. Let's just leave it at that. Later." MSR walked off to get whatever food was left, leaving nole9 to his shiny award.
nole 9 looked at the plate once again and noticed that it was just glued on. He rubbed it and it came off. The brass plate underneath read Best Merc Attack - Dec. 10 Boyz. *I wonder how she got it. So do I return it or keep it? Hm....* he thought.
MSR

"I'll play volleyball!"

Date: 06/18/00
From: Doctor_Quinn

shouts DQ to nole9. "Despite the obvious dangers..." she adds, laughing.
The doc skips over to the court and gets ready to serve. "Page me if you need me!"

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