Rub-a-dub-dub
<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0><script> (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-47423994-1', 'fortunecity.ws'); ga('send', 'pageview'); </script> <center> <br> <div> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </div> </center> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=275 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <B><IMG SRC="19d01c10.jpg" border=0 width="257" height="193" ALT="Sara's Ducky, hehehe" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <A HREF="id21.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Archives"><U><I>The Archives</I></U></A></div> <div> <I>Rub-a-dub-dub</I></div> <div> <U>RagnarRB</U></div> <bR> <div> All was quiet, silent, in the wee hours of the morning. Darkness had decended on the Farscape mansion. The need for rest had overcome the vast majority of Scapers, it being an off week for new eps. Even the usually managerea of parties had ended early, or continued in a case or two, behind the doors and in the hidden halls and caverns of the Mansion. Some read, some studies, some chatted in hushed tones so as not to awaken others, but all seemed nicely tucked down in their respective corners and abodes. </div> <bR> <div> All was right. </div> <bR> <div> Quietly, so as not to attract attention, Ragnar left the longboat and made his way to the tubs off the basement baths. He liked these quiet times, the silence, the privacy he occasionally missed. He passed no one on his way. </div> <bR> <div> Pausing at the entry, he looked around. No one followed, no one approached. Inwardly he smiled. Real life had become cumbersome of late and he needed a break. He missed a part of his childhood...but tonight.... </div> <bR> <div> Entering the tiled tub area he found it empty, much as he had hoped and expected. Again he looked around to see if he was alone. Yes.... </div> <bR> <div> The tub bubbled, inviting. A variety of towels lay tossed about, but he was alone. Good. He would hate to get caught. He loved his Scaper friends but they likely would never let him live it down. </div> <bR> <div> Placing his own towels on one of the benchs, he removed his robe and again looked about, his dark swimming trunks contrasting against his pale skin. Again he looked about. No one. </div> <bR> <div> Carefuly he leaned over and began unwrapping the towel he had sat on the bench. One fold, then two, then a third. At last it lay before him...exposed...his little rubber ducky! </div> <bR> <div> With a grin a child could envy he picked up his toy and slid into the tub. </div> <bR> <div> "...Mister ducky..Mr. Ducky...How ya doing Mr. Duckie..." He began to play, pushing the little rubber toy about. </div> <bR> <div> "Oh no it's Mr. Hand!..." "Arrr... Dive Mr, Ducky dive!!!" One massive hand went into a slow motion attack on the duck while the other pulled it to safety benieth the water. </div> <bR> <div> "You're not a chicken, your a Duck! Come back and fight!" He mimicked... </div> <bR> <div> Ah such memories of play.... </div> <bR> <div> "Clang..." resounded from around the corner. </div> <bR> <div> ....Ragnar froze...petrified. Someone was COMING! </div> <bR> <div> Quickly he looked left, then right....his ducky floating before him. He heard footsteps. He splashed up out of the tub, spraying water everywhere, snatched up his toy and stuffed in in the folds of a dirty towel. </div> <bR> <div> "OH I'm sorry..." The maid offered, coming around the corner pushing a laundry cart. Ragnar had sunk back into the tub just in time. "I thought all you Scapers had gone to bed." </div> <bR> <div> Ragnar smiled. "Most have, I just thought I'd take a late night dip is all." </div> <bR> <div> The maid shook her head. She had been working here a while, she was used to the Scapers antics. "Well don't mind me then, I just came to clean up the laundry and I'll be out of your way." She began doing just that. </div> <bR> <div> Ragnar chringed! She was working her way to Mr. Duckie! </div> <bR> <div> He started to rise. "No, No that's okay, I'll take care of it." He offered. </div> <bR> <div> She smiled at him. "Well that's mightly kind of you but it's no bother. I'll admit it's a rather strange place but I kind of like it here." With that she scooped up Mr. Duckie's hiding placed and tossed him into the cart. </div> <bR> <div> Ragnar was at a loss. How could he retireve Mr. Duckie without everyone finding out he was down here playing with one? He watched the maid as she finished he journey about the room. </div> <bR> <div> "Good night young man" she ofered as she wheled the cart away. </div> <bR> <div> Ragnar had a lump in his throat. He had to save Mr. </div> <div> Duckie! But How? </div> <bR> <div> He had to get it back before someone else found it! No telling where it might end up in a place like this. It was his favorite. </div> <bR> <div> "Mr. Duckie..." He pouted...</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id246.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Rubadubdub (1)"><U>Rub-a-dub-dub (1)</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>