Hm, I guess that sudden rage I felt over someone in the room being as good-looking as me was misplaced, since it was actually a copy of me! Unless I'm the copy? Bah! I could never be a simple, genetically inferior clone!
These poor Cleomes! One is real and the others are likely a plot to destroy us all!
Hm, IIRC, LMB-Cleome is a plant-based being. And if I had the energy to google it, I'm almost certain that plants reproduce asexually, and there is a very scientific reason for an onslaught of plant clones.
If only one of the Legion Worlders that pretends they're a scientist because they've read thousands of science fiction stories were posting right now and could tell us! They could even use made up words like photosynthesis or gametes!
Instead, we all have to assume the plant-clone attack is part of the much larger Crisis that shut down reality for the last few days.
If only one of the Legion Worlders that pretends they're a scientist because they've read thousands of science fiction stories were posting right now and could tell us! They could even use made up words like photosynthesis or gametes!
Of course, Invasion of the Body Forum Snatchers is not science fiction... it's science FACT. Don't fall asleep until we get all these Cleome pods rounded up!
And now for the upside of all this Cargggian chaos (or Madrox-ian madness): we could start work on our 12 Days Of Legion World Christmas Carol now, and have it ready for the Yuletide in plenty of time.
"Nine cleomes a-growing..." I don't know. We should work on it.
My powers have expanded! I used to only be able to make seven of myself, in my pseudo-scientific way of turning myself into light and passing through a prism!
[backs away quietly from this topic. I'm lettin' Pov and Lardy do the follow-up here]
When I first logged in, I sighed with relief because there were only three of me, but now it's back up to eight again.
And of course the others are all lounging in the sun with the cat or hanging around here. Not one of the other seven will lift a finger to help with the chores!
And of course the others are all lounging in the sun with the cat or hanging around here. Not one of the other seven will lift a finger to help with the chores!
Just insist that you're the clone that gets pampered, and that you're not the chore clone. How will they be able to tell?
Fun little-known fact: The Three Daves disbanded in 1964 and claim to have never spoken to each other again, all in order to get out of their oppressive recording contract with Columbia Records, but have secretly toured and recorded under aliases ever since, under pseudonyms like Herman's Hermits, Devo, A-Ha, Hanson, and Tony Orlando and Dawn.
Rumour has it that Dave from Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich was actually lined up to replace one of the three Daves. But having witnessed the scene of Eddie Cochrane's fatal accident, he took it as a sign not to join them full time.. Some say he had already been one of the Three Dave's at a few unplanned trial gigs, but it has always been denied.
Just me and Paladin at the minute. I wonder what the hordes of doppelgangers are doing on a Saturday night. I wonder if they're all dancing over on that other thread...
"de rigueur" huh? So we're looking for an Invisible Toucher with a French Connection. That can only mean one thing! Some sort of Phil Collins/ Gene Hackman Monster Stalks Legion World!
Sometimes a Paladin must lend his armour to others that he might fight a great evil warlord in disguise... Sometimes a Paladin has been cloned by a great evil warlord and must track down and eliminate them all... Sometimes a Paladin just can't be @rsed and gives it to friends so he can put his feet up and watch telly...
There was a young man named Andy Who after a day on the beach, got quite sandy The warm summer air Gave him some amorous flair And he returned home feeling quite... in need of a nap.
There were ten cleomes, you can count 'em And two Reboots, just there to surmount 'em Said sole Paladin, "Where my copies have been, "Isn't board-safe. Best not to recount 'em."
We tried a social experiment on our class' group. Canada Day somehow involved into our Canadian classmate's birthday, then into our other European classmate's birthday, then into an Indian gaining Canadian citizenship...
Fatal Distraction Lass - Heather Hudson can divert the attention of anyone resulting in a near ('cos it's Legion) fatal accident. Since the writers always pair her off with people in the team... Kid Sasquatch - Mary Sue Langowski is an all round smarty boots, but can't get a date after attacking her boyfriend when possessed by the great beast (ooh er) Purple Lass - Persuades the others to change their names - Brainy becomes Green Genes, Cham becomes Orange Lad (before travelling back in time to impersonate Trump) and Shady becomes Should Have been Black but Blue Lass. Evolvo Lad - Whitman Knapp can summon his past and future selves. but they're all from different Legion reboots and spend all their time arguing! Fast Lass - At least two of her poorly defined personalities latch onto Chuck Taine. That's not going to please quite a few of the Luornus. Read Duplicate Date Disaster! Fast Lad - Wildfire, Sun Boy, Dragonwing, Brainiac and Chemical Kid all complain to leader Harmonia Li about what an arrogant *!&$ their new member is and could he be replaced by Command Kid? Textbook Teen - With powers taken straight out of an encyclopaedia, will Narya ever rise above being a collection of stereotypes based around her country's legends? And will Cham stop fancying her in her bird form?
Watch as the Flight rejects now called Delta Air Lines Flight fight to get their places too!
Wild Child vs Timberwolf to see who is almost the best there is at whatever it is that they do! Ghost Girl vs Phantom Lass to see who can cling onto Jo's arm the most! Box versus the Supergirl robot Brainy keeps stashed in his lab (perv)
It's some sort of funeral care they need with the number of times they're bumped off.
What insurance company would take on customers that constantly die, get policy pay outs and then come back from the dead?
That's where I come in. My name's Brandon. Bert Brandon. Here at Interplanetary Insurance Inc we visit those alien races who you were supposedly rebuilt by. Possessed by the Great Beasts? Well, we've offices in all the major fictional worlds. It's standard that all posessing creatures take out our comprehensive Travel and Conquor insurance. So, we can make sure that both ends tie up.
Interplanetary Insurance. Going that extra light year to keep our rates fair for all our customers.
Pam? Could you call Mr Armorr. His Giffen insurance is about to expire.
I still kinda' miss our old bar-grill on Alberta Street that had the South Park pinball machine in the back. Even thought it closed about 12-13 years ago.
There was a snooker club a few minutes from where I used to live. I had a membership, but used it for the pool table and dart board in the back room. Always available to use. Like the bar-grill, it closed a dozen years or so back.
"...There's no end to numbers, But don't be afraid There only are ten out of which they are made. Learn from Nought up to Nine, And the rest will come pat For the number of numbers All come out of that."
If they're coming to stay over here, they'd better reserve their hotel rooms now to avoid paying those over-inflated holiday season rates.
Also, I don't think they'll all fit in our car for trips to Mount Hood, Multnomah Falls, the Spirit Winds Casino, and wine country. I'd suggest maybe chartering a bus.
Yeah, but when you're packed into the underside boot-thing (or whatever it's called) in the charter bus, you miss all the beautiful scenery on the trip.
Great. Now the bus is full of hot air and the air-conditioning doesn't work!
I suppose I could get the other two cleomes available today to help me tinker with it at lunchtime. So long as we have flares to set out on the road while we work. Also, some other clone contingent will need to walk up the road and bring us back some sandwiches from that roadside stand. Oh, and iced tea with lots of lemon, no sugar.
Great. Now the bus is full of hot air and the air-conditioning doesn't work!
Be glad it wasn't beans night.
Originally Posted by cleome51
I suppose I could get the other two cleomes available today to help me tinker with it at lunchtime. So long as we have flares to set out on the road while we work. Also, some other clone contingent will need to walk up the road and bring us back some sandwiches from that roadside stand. Oh, and iced tea with lots of lemon, no sugar.
Swamp Thing was just telling me that he's got trouble with his clones. They're always looking to do their own thing. Branching out on their own.
We're having the perfect summer here. It's been in the 90s or low 100s maybe 4-5 times. The rest of the time it's stayed mostly in the high 70s (F).
I just wish I was awake enough to appreciate it more. Mostly we cope with heat by drawing the blinds during the day, and strategic opening and closing of doors and windows. Paying for an air conditioner doesn't make much sense when at most we'd need it 10 days out of every year. Once in awhile, we drag out an electric fan, though.
Living in this region means dry summers and cool temps for summer evenings, no matter how hot it gets during the day. Probably a big reason so many people want to live around here. (But then they find they can't cope with the part where it's dark and rainy the other nine months of the year. )
I'd struggle in such high temperatures. Any kind of warm spell would take me completely by surprise. It's piddling down outside at the moment, and not exactly warm either.
It's 13-8 in the Cleome vs thoth Postathon Special. Viewers are surprised thoth has lasted so long. That'll be down to his strategy of shouting "Not the Face! Not the Face!"
This is gonna' turn into some Harry Potter thing, I just know it.
There's ten of me right now, but you'd never know it from looking around this house. Place looks like a tornado hit it and I only have 3.5 days to get it presentable before the contractors come over to show us our future kitchen designs. Bah!