Author:
LeatherGirl
Disclaimer:
I do not own Farscape or any other associated affiliate. But I am thankful for the freedom of speech
in the case of writing fns editions!
FNS
Regulars get more turkey and Raslac stuffing than those who don’t visit the
Stand! http://www.oocities.org/fellipnectarstand/regulars.html
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Setting:
The Fellip Nectar Stand
Characters:
Everybody from Scorpius to Pilot to Moya to NIBB to the DRDs…Everybody. Trust me, everyone’s there even if they aren’t
mentioned by name!
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[Flip
the UT cat dances upon the bar, singing the Meow Mix theme song as she juggles
four Budong mice and balances a single chicken treat on his tail. Oh, and she’s downing a Raslac, too. Talented, eh? All the FNS Regulars, miscellaneous aliens, the FS gang, the bad
guys, and even the aliens without stomachs are seated around a huge hovering
table in the center of the stand, ready to dig into a single Budong rib soaked
in Fellip Nectar Sauce. John has a new
drink held up as he proposes a toast to the UT in general. The drink is called Mreen’s Online.]
John: [Beaming particularly to Aeryn.] “I am truly thankful for all my friends who
have, well, tried to save me from the evilest of villains in the Uncharted
Territories. Oh, and don’t forget my
own sanity. And last but never the
least, I am thankful for Aeryn and the beautiful essence she has become because
I taught her to believe in herself and be more.”
[Aeryn
gives him a stone cold look and rears back her chair. It scrapes loudly across the floor as all turn to look to
her. She holds up a flask as well and
looks to John.]
Aeryn: [Tearfully.] “And I…I am thankful that I have a loaded pulse pistol with me at
all times for such occasions as shutting up incessant idiots such as yourself.”
John: [Smiles to D’Argo sitting near him.] “See?
She still likes me!”
[LeatherGirl
stands next and looks to her favorite group of FNS Regulars with a glorious
smile.]
LeatherGirl: “Well, I am thankful for…ugh, I’m going to
get sick of that saying. I’m just
frelling happy to have all the FNS Regulars here today…they’ve kept the Fellip Nectar
Stand alive in more ways than they may ever know.” [Winks to NIBB down the table.]
“I’m also incredibly thankful for the job well done by the heroes of the
United States and other countries involved in tracking down the Taliban and Bin
Laden. And I’m obsessively happy that
Farscape is still with us today and that we get to spend Thanksgiving with all
of you. Of course I’m also thankful for
my family and friends for supporting me through the tough times this year.” [Sits down and then quickly stands up
again.] “Oh yeah, and I’m REALLY glad
the year, er, cycle is almost over with.”
[Gets
a few nods of appreciation from aliens and FS gang. Then, Gbarb1 stands to toast.]
Gbarb1: “I am thankful for my family. I wish if people can't be with their families this holiday that they will be with their families soon.” [John looks to Gbarb1 with a tear in his eye and she gives him a hug.] BigNoseBob: [Grins.] “If not for reruns of Farscape, I’d be suffering from withdrawal.” [Some laughter escapes the crowd.] “Since I have had kind of a ruff time adjusting to my new life, I am thankful for the healing power of music this year. It's amazing how human beings can put so much emotion into sound waves that the listener feels better just by listening.” D’Argo: “You’re lucky I brought my Shilquen for some after dinner music.” Chiana: “He carved that himself, too.” [Rolls eyes with Jool.] Snipergrl78: [Stands near Rygel who is already trying to steal the food off her plate. She slaps him and toasts the crowd.] “I am thankful for friends; online and IRL, family, and "life, liberty, & the pursuit of happiness". And of course for the cool people at the FNS and on the BBoard.” [Smiles and takes her seat, slapping Rygel once more.] JilaCosa: [Stands and beams at the crowd.] "I am thankful for my children, my husband, my family, and all of my friends in the UT; some of which have held me together in very trying times." Mreen: [Looks around and decides to toast next.] “I am thankful that we are all here, that my computer still lets me get online, that they are showing reruns during the Great Drought of the New Millennium to help us hold together. Yes, our deterioration is proceeding at much slower rate- making it, for seasoned scapers, that much more fascinating to behold.” Stark: [Turns to Mreen in question as she sits back down.] “So what exactly is an ‘Online’, anyway?” [Rubs chin curiously as he leans into her personal space.] Mreen: [Leaning back nervously as Stark twitches.] “Ah, well, you see… ‘Online’ kind of resembles a milkshake and is served in a pewter cup. It’s thick and luscious: it oozes down your throat at an unexpectedly long and slow pace, till it suddenly disappears for no reason. 'Course it doesn’t really disappear, it's just solidifying at the bottom of your cup. You have to bang the pewter around a bit, some say cursing at it helps, but they're all pretty drunk when they say that, till you knock it back to a user-friendly viscous fluid version of Online.” [Mreen looks to see Stark has become entranced by the liquid in the bottom of his pewter cup and shakes her head.] Scape_pusher: [Stands, seeing no one else has decided to toast yet.] “I am thankful for several reasons this year: that God is a loving god that forgives His children; that America is more united today than on 9-10-01; that I have so many loving people around me to hold me up when I am about to fall, and pick me up when I do; and that the other fns regulars are out there to brighten my darkest days, even though you don't know it.”
[Several loud cheers and utensils striking pewter cups commence as Scape_pusher takes a seat.] _player_: [Stands with a smile and looks to BamaGirl who is seated beside him.] “I'm thankful for family and for friends...” [Looks deep into Bama’s eyes.] “And most importantly, I'm thankful for love. I'm thankful for the love of a very beautiful woman who means everything to me. I love you, Sharon...” [_player_ leans over and softly, ever so gently kisses BamaGirl. The dinner guests go wild and holler and whoop as _player_ sits back down and becomes entranced with BamaGirl.]
[LeatherGirl smiles and stands, dinging a large six-pronged spoon fork on her pewter cup.] Flip: [Interrupts.] “Here ye, here ye! Who’s ready for meow mix!?” [Everyone turns to look at the cat to see she is flat out on her back, drinking straight from the vat via a tube. They shake their head and turn back to LeatherGirl. Unfortunately, Scorpius stands up rudely interrupting her once more. LG crosses her arms and taps her foot impatiently.] Scorpius: [Smiles that hideous smile.] “May I say something?” Everyone: “NO!” [Voices echo throughout the Stand.] Scorpius: [Unhurt.] “I wish to say I am thankful for John Crichton.” John: [Rolls eyes and mutters under breath to Xenajules2 sitting next to him.] “What else is new?” Scorpius: [Glares momentarily and continues on.] “If it were not for you, I would not be alive today. You will always contribute to my research in one way or another and I will always enjoy you’re peculiar nature. A good, worthy enemy is always something to be thankful for.” [Dinner guests shake their heads and look once again to LeatherGirl.] LeatherGirl: “May I speak now?” Rygel: “You are, aren’t you?” [Gets slapped up side the head by PKLibrarian.] LeatherGirl: [Clears throat.] “Just one thing: LET’S EAT!” [Dinner guests cheer and D’Argo begins to slice the Budong rib with his Qualta Blade as Chiana passes around plates. Everyone abides polite dinner manners…for their specific cultures, anyway, and all is well in the land of the Stand. Except for that very large dark figure standing in the shadows, about to…oh, well look at that, we ran out of story time!] *****
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!Be thankful for your life, because there’s no other like it. :)