By:
LeatherGirl
Disclaimer:
Hey, even the Farscape creators are at the Big Bangalow this week so I can’t
say they wouldn’t mind me borrowing their idea for a microt. No profit besides a free drink was made on
LeatherGirl’s behalf.
Thanks
to NIBB for the Talyn Sand Sculpture! ;)
*****
[The
entire crew of Farscape, everyone from Aeryn to Zhaan’s Spirit, are crowded
onto the purple sandy beach. (If it
wasn’t purple before, it changed colors…green water’ll do that.) Specks of sparkling gold nuggets glint off
the three shining suns. Rygel is busily
collecting these as Chiana, D’Argo, and Jool race against Aeryn, John, and
Stark to create sand sculptures. Crais
and Scorpius are the officiators while Pilot scoops out sand from the beach for
the crew to use. Zhaan’s Spirit is
cheering on with Talyn and Moya.]
Stark: [Grabbing a handful of sand from
Pilot.] “Hurry! We have to catch up to them or they’ll win
and get the rest of the supply of Raslac!”
Aeryn:
“Well, if you had another eye, maybe you’d be able to design our sculpture
better.”
John: [Leans back from their oddly shaped
sculpture.] “What is this supposed to
be anyway? I thought we were building
my module.”
Stark: “What?!
We’re building a shrine of Zhaan!”
Aeryn: “No, we’re building a Prowler, you frelling
idiots!” [Slaps some sand onto the pile
and the entire thing collapses.]
Chiana: [Laughs.]
“Ha! Their sculpture collapsed!”
D’Argo:
“Don’t sit around and watch, Chiana, we need to work together if we want to get
this done.”
Jool: [Wipes sand out of her “shelf” area and
sprinkles it away in disgust. Rygel
slides under the falling sand to catch it in a sachet.] “Ugh!
Why did I agree to do this again?”
Chiana: “Jool!
I found another one of your hairs in here. You’ve got to try some new hair cleanser or I’m gonna…”
D’Argo: “Chiana, Jool…the sculpture? You know, the one that we’re trying to make
look like Moya? Let’s go girls.” [D’Argo rolls his eyes at the fighting
woman.]
Scorpius: [Hisses.]
“I honestly don’t understand how these beings can live with each
other. Such a meaningless simple task
as this one should be easier than loading a pulse pistol.”
Crais: “I don’t even know why I bothered teaming
with you to judge these idiots. Hey,
did Pilot give John’s team more sand than D’Argo’s?” [Crais charges over to speak with Pilot.]
Zhaan’s
Spirit: [Meanders over to Scorpius.]
“Who do you think will win?”
Scorpius: “As long as John obeys me, I’ll let him win
for all I care.”
[Moya
and Talyn listen in on all the different conversations that take place before
them and shake their bodies in disgust.
They hover up and zoom past the crowd, blasting the sand in every
direction. As the crew shouts in anger,
Talyn and Moya emit blue laser beams into the center of the beach. An instant sand sculpture of Moya, Talyn,
and every bystander on the beach is formed in a perfect organized setting. Everything is down to scale. The competitors and onlookers glance from
one to another, shake their heads, and head for the Big Bangalow to drink the
place dry.]
*****
Thanks
for reading scapers! Who knows when the
crew will go back to the Uncharted Territories. They’re beginning to like the Big Bangalow more and more! Who knows, maybe they’ll even have a wet
T-shirt contest. Oh boy, I can just see
John trying to explain that one to them!
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