SHIP'S LOG:

Golden Stone

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Young Jim Rabin 6/29/2019 8:30pm


I'm the Gold Toss-up Boy on the Golden Stone. And boy do our first-class passengers ever toss it up! Heaving over the bilge, oofing it over the guard rails. Gold gold gold gold gold, splashing and sloshing out of their gullets and onto the floors! Good thing the decks are kept so cold--the spewed-out gold just rolls like mercury balls in all directions, raining down stairs like pachinko, and causing @Squawky McWaddles and his penguin staff to skitter comically around the floors, skating across the ballroom on their flippers, tea towels draped over their flightless wings, great silver platters crashing down.

"Hey Young Jim! Clean up on Deck 10!"






Donald R. Stephenson 5/30/2019 9:17pm


White gold wielder, fissure crack healer, precious metal pot dealer, golden treasure mender... Sometimes you've abused your gold and haven't kept it cold, and it lands in our hold looking crusty and old. Who's a gonna fix it? Who's a gonna kiss that gold and make it better? That's right, it's me, Dr. Donald R. Stephenson, gold metal whisperer and icy lip kisser. My breath warms the cracks just enough to smudge, and I let my fingers do the rest. I'll massage your gold the whole night through, and leave you shiny and new in the morning.






Kurt Stingray 4/30/2019 10:47pm


No doubt you recognize me. My audacious brow, my pouty snuzzle, and most importantly, my long, golden locks of simian fur, combed neatly over my head and down into the rest of my luxuriant pelt.

That's right, it's me, Kurt Stingray, mascot and spokesmodel for the Golden Stone.

I was rescued from one of those cigarette smoking monkey test farms--just like Axel Rose! His hair is kinda like mine, but I feel I'm more like Kurt Russell in his heyday. Don't call it a mullet! It's golden and silky all the way down, baby. ;)

When I'm not spending time at a photoshoot, being waited on by my many attendants, you can find me poolside reading the Economist, making sure that gold is still the only way to fly. So long as there's people who collect it, they'll need to keep it refrigerated in airships for transport, so there will always be a need for our services. And the full head of golden hair that I provide gives them a sense a virility, and wild primitiveness--the same feeling hoarding so much gold gives them too.

As long as there's people who worship power, there will always be room for a beautiful monkey like me.

"Hey baby? How about a little more conditioner, huh?"






Billie Billet 3/31/2019 10:19pm


Can I see your golden airship ticket, please?
I'm afraid your passport has expired.
Do you have a second piece of identification? Some gold perhaps?

Gold is the language of the skies, and if you want to fly you'll speak it to me! I'm Billie Billet, Airship Ticket and Check in Agent for the Golden Stone. And I'll need to see your child's birth certificate.

How many bags are you checking?
Are they filled with gold?
Will you be bringing a carry-on bag?
Did you bring a warm wrap for the cold?

I'm afraid that bag exceeds the size by double.
Give me the gold in it now, and I'll make sure you have no further trouble!

What do you mean you won't give me your gold?
Do you see this large stick in my hand?
Would you like a wheelchair?

You'll board at Gate 7.






Don Blair 2/25/2019 10:36pm


Gold Level Members like to travel in style, and keep their style cool in the chilly winds that blow through our refrigerated halls. And who keeps their golden locks in place while traveling the gilded skies? Don Blair, flying stylist of the air!

Our passengers have special needs, being so terribly rich with gold has made them old, their hair limp and unhappy, just like their lives. So it's up to old Donny to spruce them up, with a spritz and a spray to keep things perky and in place, while they pose for each other with their poodles.

It's really not their fault they are in the 1%. Just born that way, I guess! So it's important to do our best to provide them at least a bit of joy in their otherwise hum drum lives.






Mindy Mipturn 1/24/2019 10:35pm


We keep your gold locked up in the hold, where it's cold, so that gold will stay froze. It's secured with ropes and tethers and is perfectly safe should the ship run into a bit of bad weather. But what if you're along for the ride? Who's going to keep you safe and secure and slightly inebriated?

Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the Fasten Seat Belt sign. If you haven’t already done so, please stow your carry-on gold underneath the seat in front of you or in an overhead bin. Please fasten your golden seat belt and make sure your seat back and golden trays are in their full upright position!

That's right, it's me! Flight attendant Mindy. And if you're good I'll bring you a little bottle of Goldschläger once we're underway!


Oh... maybe you'd like a blanket?






Wanda McDervish 12/22/2018 10:21pm


Sometimes our passengers’ pets can catch the sniffles and sneeze (while we’re transporting their gold in our deep freeze) and who can they turn to in their time of need? Me! Wanda McDervish, veterinarian of the air!

Poodles, persian kitties, wolfhounds and cockatiels—remember, the Golden Stone is kept quite cool to ensure your gold suffers no fissures and cracks while en route, and your little partner could use a cloak or a sweater for the entire time they’re on board.

But if they show a sniffle, or a shiver, it may be distemper or even rabies, so feel free to drop by any time!







Ben Satisfaction 11/16/2018 9:39pm


Who irons the golden arm bands? Me, of course! Ben Satisfaction, Golden Armband Ironer. What's with the armbands you say? A little creepy and militaristic? Not at all! Oh ho ho ho. Not at all.

You see, the Golden Armbands are only worn at special occasions, by special people, for special reasons. There are members of the crew who are members of The Royal Society of Gilded Gleaners, and as such must perform the appointed Rituals of the Golden Ones at the appointed times. You've seen them as a small child, in their white suits and golden armbands, walking down the hall and looking in at you through the wire glass in the door.

That misty fog that surrounds them can make the armbands curdle, so you've got use lots of starch.






Waylon Schwerhard 10/13/2018 7:26pm


I'm the Anti-Grav man. There's really no other way the Golden Stone could keep all that gold up in the air. It's simple physics! I maintain the repulsive array that keeps the ship at the top of the gravity well, and if some people find me repulsive that's just too bad, because it comes with the territory. Years of exposure to the anti-grav have made me the Anti-Man, and I can barely utter a word to friends or family without being rejected right away. But I've learned to live with it. The responsibility of being an Anit-Grav man (or woman) is just too great to let the little things get in the way. They seem to forget about it soon enough, and I just maintain my repulsive ways, because somebody's gotta keep that gold afloat.






Heavenly Pete 9/13/2018 9:41pm


I'm Heavenly Pete, the one who puts all that gold into the cloud! You might think your gold is safe, hidden beneath the secret trap door under your bed, but even if you've got professional industrial refrigeration like the Golden Stone, your gold is still vulnerable to miners, nosy housekeepers, and mice! The only way to keep it truly safe is to put that gold into the cloud! That's where I come in. I'm in charge of making sure our clients' gold gets into the cloud. And stays there! Let's face it, the closest thing to eternal that we'll ever know are the wind, stars, snow, and the clouds! So get your gold up into the cloud today, and tell 'em Heavenly Pete set ya!






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