Hi JilaCosa.... (2)

and lands in a drift. Snow is flying, people are yelling, and the lame catsuit is fantastic 6th! Where'd you get it! I need something spectacular for NYEve...

Feeling a snowball hit M_E drops to the ground and removes the blind fold. He stays there for a moment before the snow starts to get to cold for him. M_E quickly makes two snowballs one for each hand. He stands and throws one at 6th but misses!! He ducks for cover behind a tree as articat begins to pelt him.

KaraS has sneaked up, onto the porch. Her skates are still there, just where she left them yesterday. So far the arrival of Sixth_Sense_Dreamer has destracted everyone from her presense and she hasn't been hit by a single snowball. Yet. But it's only a matter of time untill someone spots and pegs her.

Then she slings one right into the face of Sixth_Sense_Dreamer who is staring triumphantly down at Ragnar, stretched out full lenght on the ground wiping snow out of his face. Then, as he starts to sit up, she slams one right into the center of his chest.

Since olpaint has come out from behind the tree to watch the deadly barrage from a better angle she throws a curve ball that smacks him in the left ear.

Seven pairs of indignant eyes pierce KaraS with their wounded gaze. Then impish smiles of delight light up every face as everyone grabs some snow and starts to form it into freezing spheres of death.

Who doesn't dive into the snow for a counter-attack. Instead she turns and walks to a large tree. She pulls out one of the large Pie Cannons from the Christmas party.

6th smiles "oh no. NOT pie...I made a few adjustments." 6th hefts the pie cannon to her shoulder. She flicks a switch on the side of the huge gun and a low electronic whine begins humming. "It's now a Fully Automatic Snowball Shooter." 6th starts to laugh as she begins pelting the gang with a barrage of snowballs. She turns back and forth, spraying the gang as they dive for cover. No one can avoid being hit, as the snowballs are coming fast and furiously.

6th laughs wildly at the other's frantic scrambling. She stops shooting when everyone is under cover. She stalks slowly towards the nearest bush, where she had seen several pairs of feet dissapearing for the 'safety' of 'cover'.

"Come out, come out where ever you are!" 6th calls out. Just then the bush in front of 6th jumps up(with three pairs of legs sticking out the bottom)and runs as fast as it can for better cover. 6th lets off a barrage of snowballs at the running bush but can't get a good hit. "Dren!"

artickat springs as 6th catches a glimpse of movement out the corner of her eye but it is too late. Tackling 6th from the side, artickat knocks the FASS out of her hands.

Rangar dives from his 'cover' and grabs the FASS while artickat struggles with 6th. "I've got it now!" He yells in triumph.

6th and artickat freeze, looking at Rangar artickat sees that he is focused on 6th. "I'm not with her!" artickat calls to Rangar as she jumps back from 6th to give him a clear shot.

6th is hit with a full frontal attack from the FASS until it starts to make a <click> <click> noise indicating that it is empty.

"Hey, Rangar were did 6th go?" artickat starts to look for some sign of movement in the last place she had seen her. "I think you buried her!"

Rangar drops the FASS and runs to help artickat and they fanatically start digging through the pile of snow searching for 6th. "You're butt is grass and 6th is the lawnmower if we don't find her soon!"

It's bad enough that he's constantly loosing Phantoms, and Turkeys, and Tickers, and such...but geeze another Scooby Scaper!...

from all that time spent with Sixth_Sense_Dreamer! He slowly turns to find Mouse standing behind him with what looks like a huge snow-pie. Artickat is frantically digging, so she doesn't notice what's about to happen.

But in a rare show of compassion, Mouse puts down her pie and uses the pie tin to shovel out 6th. A cold, slightly blue 6th emerges slowly, and she is immediately squashed into a warming group hug containing Artickat, Mouse, and Ragnar. BroMo, olpaint, M_E, and KaraS see the hug and come running, thinking they are missing out. The hug expands to include the others and soon 6th is toasty again.

"Gee, I didn't know this hug had an ulterior motive," KaraS said to olpaint. "Me neither,"he added,"I just wanted to give and get a hug!"

6th is checked out and proclaimed by BroMo to be sound in body (if not mind, Mouse added {hehehehehe - just a little joke - love ya 6th!})

So group, any topics for discussion? Looks like it's going to be a long night, so anyone got something to say, discuss, vent?

plates piled high with all sorts of goodies. 6th looks up at all of the others from her place right beside the fire. She is still freezing. She rubs her hands together, glancing sideways at Ragnar. He is sitting beside Mouse, obviously as pleased as punch. *If he gloated anymore, he'd pop* 6th thought. She really didn't mind that The Viking was constantly burying her in snow, but she couldn't help wondering if he had some ulterior motive for constantly getting her soaking wet. 6th's eyes narrowed slightly as she thought of possible reasons why. Just then an idea crossed her mind.

"Guys" 6th said, standing up. "I'm going into the kitchen to get something to drink. While I'm up, are there any spare changes of clothes around?"

Wow! Bromo was right! There were tons of spare clothes in several closets. 6th skimmed through several outfits, when her eye fell upon red velvet. 6th drew in her breath slowly as she pulled the dress out of the closet. Red velvet, low-cut,streaming red ribbons flowing down the open back, and the side was slit up to...Oh 6th just had to wear this right now! *Amazing* she thought as she put on the dress *That everything seems to fit me perfectly*

*Now to get back down to the kitchen without anyone noticing me* she thought as she admired her image in the full length mirrior. Fortunately for 6th, the layout of the cabin allowed her to get to the kitchen without anyone seeing her. She dug through the cabinets, until she found a mop bucket under the sink. She began cracking the ice cube trays over it, slowly filling the bucket up. When the bucket was nearly full of ice, 6th put a bit of cold water from the sink in with the ice, and swirled the bucket around. Icy cold. *Perfect* 6th thought, as she tiptoed to the kitchen door, and peeked out.

Ragnar was still sitting on the couch, but he was all alone, for Mouse had moved. 6th breathed a sigh of relief, for she didn't want Mouse to get caught in the splash.

It wasn't too odd that no one noticed 6th as she crept up behind Ragnar. Everyone's attention was focused on Bromo. Apparently they had started playing Charades.

Ragnar leaned forward as 6th approached from behind him. She knew she would have to do this quick. She held the bucket up in one hand, and reached forward with the other. 6th hooked her fingers into Ragnar's collar, pulling the back of his shirt away from his body. He felt the tug and immediately tried to get up. With one smooth motion 6th poured the entire contents of the bucket down Ragnar's shirt.

"Gaaahhhh!" Ragnar yelped, trying to jump up, but 6th slid her arm around his neck and pressed him back against the couch (And all the ice down his shirt). Leaning over from behind him gave her good leverage for this, and thought the Viking was a huge man, there wasn't anyway he could easily get up.

Naw not me! The gentlemen viking would never gloat at the misfortune of a fair maiden. He does however engage in humorous by play. :) And here I thought 6thy liked the wet look. Gives her a chance to keep changing clothing! :)

He doesn't fight to hard to get up after his initial suprise passes. Reminds him a tad of ice swimming. It gets mightly cold up in Viking country!

"Uh Mouse...a good hot cup of cocoa would taste good right about now." He pats the arm around his neck. "So how you doing 6thy? Find something nice to wear? "

giving Ragnar's neck a little squeeze, then walking around the couch in front of everyone. She spins around slowly, showing off the exotic red velvet dress.

Brother Moser turns on the stereo and plays the classic carol, White Christmas by Bing Crosby. He sits down on the couch by Mouse and relaxes with a beer.

BrotherMoser a little more room on the couch. She checks out his beer, decides she wants one and as if reading her mind, BrotherMoser brings out another for her. How nice of him! She sips the beer (too much is not good for her) and lazily contemplates the scene. Sixth and Ragnar in a "Who can get more wet" contest (Sixth was winning, but now Ragnar's catching up), the rest of the scapers falling where they were to enjoy the fire and the food, the snow falling, the fire burning, the beer, uh, beering...

She knows better than to get too comfortable around this group, but for some reason, she's completely at ease. Maybe shared adventures let her feel more relaxed with the group.

What's next for the group? Intense discussion of societies ills, more food, drink, and silent contemplation, or a Farscape chain reaction on the VCR? You decide.

"I love cookies!" Ragnar declares coming back into the room after drying off and finding more warm clothing to wear. He probably looks more like a lumberjack at the moment than a viking but that's ok.

He sidles over to Rae ,and her perch near the cookies, for a better look. Deeply inhaling the odor of fresh baked cookies he takes one and begins to nibble.

Then something occurs to her. This all seems so convienient. That red dress makes Sixth_Sense_Dreamer look even better than Candy Claus. And it's just her size. Where did it come from?

First the 'Scapers fell through the door into the snow land. Just when they needed something to head for, someone spotted a castle. As soon as someone mentioned snow, it started to snow. As soon as they needed shelter, the shack appeared. As soon as they entered the shack it turned from a falling down old wreck to a cozy cabin, complete with food. As soon as they got to the castle, a beautiful woman appeared. As soon as the girls needed to sober the boys up, the beautiful woman was unmasked as an old hag. As soon as they wanted to go home, they did. As soon as Sixth needed a sexy red dress, one appeared.

He noticed Mouse resting comfortably up against BroMo and decided not to disturb them. olpaint yawned and stretched. artic was curled up in a chair, and 6th was...well for lack of a better term still strutting...

"I know but what thought?" Ragnar casually asked as he walked the short distance to the door and peered out. "I think it's kind of comfortable in here don't you?"

Ragnar paused on his trip back to the cookies. " Hmm, could be, but then it is the season. Why can't things go well for a change?" He continued on.

He stopped before Rae and sighed. "I missed you Rae I really did. In fact..." Ragnar smiled and let his eyes drift towards the mistletoe hanging from the porch roof just outside the open door.

All eyes followed the two as Ragnar lead Rae out onto the porch. 6th, grinning wickedly ,was close on their heels. Reaching the mistletoe he stopped...

"Glad you could make it Rae...and about that snowball..." He quickly grabbed her up and tossed her into the snowdrift! <<SPLAT>>

"I love you dearly ladies but my back is getting chilly!" He smiles down at the two hopeing they understand it's all in the spirit of the holidays.

"Mouse, artic, Kara? I think we can skip the snowdrift part but the mistletoe is still here and it's almost christmas eve!"

KaraS whispered into Ragnar's ear as she kissed his cheek under the mistletoe. "Sixth_Sense_Dreamer and Raven_Kat didn't join us untill AFTER we got back from Santa's castle. If we never really got back and aren't really home then they aren't really them. What if they are imposters? They could be body snatchers or android doubles or succubus shapechangers or, or ANYTHING! What if the fake Sixth put on that amazing red dress to boggle your mind and keep you from figuring out that she's not real?"

"Um, isn't that a little complicated?" Ragnar whispered into KaraS' ear as he kissed her on the cheek under the mistletoe. "What if we ARE home and Sixth and Raven really are who they say they are?"

"But can we afford to take that chance?" KaraS whispered as she kissed Ragnar on the lips under the mistletoe. "That could be dangerous?"

"Well we can't just accuse them of being imposters!" Ragnar whispered into KaraS' ear as he kissed her lips under the mistletoe.

"Of course not." KaraS whispered into Ragnar's ear sa she kissed his ear under the mistletoe. "We have to be sneaky about this."

"AHEM!" Sixth_Sense_Dreamer said loudly tapping her foot. She had gotten tired of watching Ragnar and KaraS making out under the mistletoe. "That's MY 'Scaper you @#%&*!"

hands starting to flitter out to his sides he couldn't help but hear Kara's words over and over again as 6th clamped even tighter!

What if she was right! he worried feeling the blood rushing to his head. This was not his normal civilized behavior at all! What if she was a succubuss and sucking out his soul!?! Why was he behaving so oddly?!

"Well it was like Ghost Busters or something. I was trying not to think of something bad...and I mean...Ticker...I mean a christmas elf is something good isn't it? So...."

Ragnar was relieved to see a new face. He was getting the distinct impression he was stepping in it all over the place. :)

but it seems to me that this is a perfectly nice evening, in a perfectly nice place, with perfectly nice people, Mouse said.

(Mouse has had a bit of a rough time lately with life in general and she was MORE than happy to sit, have a drink with friends, and enjoy the fire.)

Is it impossible to just have a nice evening? Mouse may have to retreat to her fort in the ballroom if things keep up this way...

*Oh no! Another new person.* KaraS thought. She was picking herself up off of the floor where Sixth_Sense_Dreamer had hurled her in a fit of jealous rage. The guys, brothermoser, olpaint and M_E were still sitting around the fire holding their mugs of coaco staring at Sixth in shock. Ragnar was still standing under the miseltoe with Sixth, in her slinky red dress, wrapped around him, pouting. Mouse and artickat stood near the pair, surprise written all over their faces. Raven_Kat stood a little ways away from them, her face a piercing scowl. And now TickTick had wandered in.

*If everyone we have met since we came back from Santa's castle is an imposter, does that mean that TickTick is too? Or, if Ragnar was wishing for the Ticker's presence, could his wish have summoned up the real thing? Or is this whole thing a product of my overactive imagination and we really are back home at Farscape Mansion?*

happened. She looks down at Ragnar, who is now wearing her lipstick. 6th realizes she must have just kissed the big Viking, and, startled, she drops him to the floor.

She helps Ragnar to his feet. As she touches his hand she feels wierd feelings course through her. She drops his hand like a hot potato.

The feelings stop. Curious, she reaches out and pokes Ragnar in the chest with one finger. Immeadately the feelings run through her again. She has a horrible urge to leap upon the poor man.

Upstairs, she tears off the dress and throws it in the corner. Somehow the dress must have hightened her normally friendly flirting and playfullness to a dangerous level.

6th stood looking into the closet. Now she really had a problem. If the dress was bad, how could she tell if any of the other outfits were evil, too?

Mouse says as she sees her friend fly up the stairs. "And don't worry, your flirting won't affect me, so we can try to find out which clothes are 'different'" Mouse offers.

"I have a plan" Mouse says. "You touch the clothes, and I'll ask you a question. Depending on your answer we'll see which are safe."

Sixth touches a jade silk pantsuit and Mouse repeats the question. "He's H_O_T Hot!! Where is the love machine??" Mouse yanks Sixth's hand away from the silk and breaks the connection. Mouse repeats the question again. "I told you already... he's a nice guy" Sixth replies, slightly puzzled.

I guess it IS the clothes, at least for Sixth. She puts on the purple cashmere sweater dress, which looks fabulous with her dark auburn hair, and is ready to head back down and tell the rest of the gang the deal with the clothes.

"Maybe we should take some of the...uh...evil clothes down there to show them..." 6th trails off. She is still horribly embarrassed.

"Maybe you better carry them." 6th says, backing away from the closet. Mouse gathers up several of the more slinky clothes, as well as a couple of the more tame ones, and the two head back downstairs.

"Magic doors that lead to other realities, devil clothes from Hell, lakes on the roof big enough for ice boats, this sure is a strange old house." KaraS said. "I wonder where these clothes came from and why they are here?"

Looking at the others artickat starts to frown "I didn't get my turn. When's my turn?" artickat raises her right brow at Rangar (took her two hours in front of a mirror when she was 7yrs old to get the Spock move to work!)"Well?!"

"Well, we were trying to work out a plan to unmask possible imposters without being conspicuous (and failing miserably)." KaraS explained to Mouse. "Kissing under the mistletoe we could whisper paranoid delusions into eachother's ears without anyone being the wiser. You all just thought we were making out. But I must admit, it did feel kind of nice. Ragnar's an awfully good kisser and his beard tickles in all the right places."

Well, okay, not really." Rae shruggs and grins. "Must be the cold medicine talking.. Music sounds good. How about 'Rockin around the Christmas tree'?"

Ticker says loudly, drawing attention away from Ragnar and also from KaraS. Everyone glances her way, leaving the embarrassed Scapers to regain composure and recover from those AWFULLY red faces.

"I'll have some of that cocoa, Artickat, please!" Ticker adds with a wink to Ragnar. "Shall we all have a toast for the holidays? This IS a party, after all."

"Happy Scaping!" the others reply. TickTick sips her cocoa and smiles at everyone. Glancing toward Ragnar she mouths the words, "You're welcome, Viking!"

the other VERY valuable male members of the roof garden group out the front porch under the misletoe and one by one thoroughly wishes them a VERY merry Christmas. Judging by the contented looks on their faces, brohermoser, olpaint, and M_E are now happy to be included in the misletoe tradition. Mouse isn't too unhappy either! Well! um, I mean, ok then.

Mouse walks back, situates herself back on the couch (using Brothermoser as a very comfy backrest {thanks again hon}), raises her Yuengling lager, and joins in Ticker's toast.

(Just between us, she'd rather stay here and celebrate Christmas with these friends, then have to leave and do the real life thing with her family.)

She steals a glance at Ragnar and lets him know with a look that there is a Christmas kiss for him too when he's regained his senses.

(Merry Christmas folks. It's now 12:00 AM and I'm the first to wish it to you! Love you all, and let's keep the real world OUT of our garden!)