Serenity RPG-Goose and the gorRAM sheep
Saturday, 18 August 2007 12:35:14

We're still discussing the heist of the El Dorado, but in the meantime another of Silas's wiseass contacts, a little man with a BIG ego, tells us he needs a load of livestock picked up. We were worried about another cattle run, but we find out its sheep, bound for St. Albans and Goose says this is good because sheep have smallish droppings. Goose doesn't know sheep apparently. We get 130 of the wooly buggers loaded without much incident. A point is made that the sheep with the horns is acting all uppity and getting the rest of the herd stirred up, which doesn't real good, a sheep stampede, maybe not as bad as cattle, but we're worried. So captain has our mech fashion a pen, thinking to keep the ram seperated from the herd. But nobody's too keen on getting that guy in the pen, so Goose volunteers thinking to get some brute strength working, grab that guy up and dump him over the fence. I have to roll to get him and he's all waving his horns at Goose, trying to make himself big, and tough. My first roll is actually a dodge, 'cause he charges her, but on his second pass she makes the grab and now has him around his legs, lifing him up. It's my plan to get him spun around, get his hind legs up in a wheelbarrow and either push or drag him toward the pen. My gamemaster asks if I do anything else, but I can't seem to explain what I'm doing well enough because I'm told that the gorram sheep headbutts Goose since she's not in dodge mode. Of course she drops the sheep and falls, stunned, to the floor. Been living out in the black for 'bout 6 months, have killed men and reavers, beaten guys to unrecognizabilty with a bar stool and my bare hands, and wind up getting stunned by a piece of gosah sheep. Jeb, our first officer has watched the whole thing (in fact the whole crew has watched this) and comes down to get Goose outta there before the ram gets any other ideas. He goes to take Goose by her arm and lead her up to the catwalk. Goose is thinking hard as the world comes back into focus, remembering how the ram was stirring up all the other sheep, making a ton of noise and acting all dominant, thinking he's better than folks trying to get him out of harms way and some angry force in her head just snaps. She yanks out of Jebs grip and launches herself at the sheep, tumbling him off his bitty hooves in a flying tackle. Even though he's kicking like mad she manages to get all his legs wound up like he's hog tied and then starts wailing on his jaw with her free fist, til his big ol' sheepy head explodes like a melon. Then she yells, "JEB, WE'RE HAVING MUTTON FOR DINNER!!!!" There was some more of the game after we got to St. Albans, Doc offered more free care, B(our mechanic) built a part to get the miner's equipment working again, but me and my hubby had to leave early, so if more exciting stuff happened afterwards, I guess I wouldn't know about it unless someone emails me.

- dead men walking
Saturday, 18 August 2007 22:51:12

No/one in a condemned cell really expects to see a friendly face. The one facing Captain Reynolds seemed – amused, at least.... warm toned and looking at them with deep charismatic eyes. Coupled with the hair, drawn back in a loose locked bun and the small wooden earing, the Shepherd looked almost piratical. “You boys ready to meeet your Maker?” Mal gestured theatrically – difficult given the heavy iron cuffs about his wrists, chaining him to the wall of the cell. “Meet? Maker? Just the one? Are sure Preacher? See, I remember my mother – and, yep, I’d be lying to you now if I said she wasn’t many things... but claiming this man”- he nodded at the bullish form of Jayne “here for her own?” He smiled. “ Well, I can’t say as how I recall that being one of ‘em. Maker? Seems to me that would kinda be making us brothers.” The Shepherd looked undisturbed. His rich voice carried no irritation. “Do you always hide your fear this way Captain? You will not make me angry.” Mal started. “How interesting – the last man who said that me was a butcher of Shepherds.” “And that, Captain, is partly why I am here.” There was a sudden hard nudging in his back – and Mal twisted awkwardly to look at Jayne. The big man loooked perplexed. “Hey, Mal – we aint brothers.” Mal laughed. “Ooh Wee! Guess who turned up to the party just as the guests are leaving!” Jayne smiled.”We leaving?” Mal nodded towards the Shepherd.“I do [i] believe [/i] that’s a matter for this preacher to decide.” There was a pause then, as if things of moment were being weighed up. Then the Shepherd smiled at Jayne. “It must be difficult having such a brother.” Jayne was on his feet red faced “We – AINT BROTHERS!” He lunged with a roar, muscles and tendons straining as both Mal and the Shepherd tried to slide away. There was an almighty wrenching crack! and the chains holding him broke, falling to the dusty cell floor. “There now” said the Shepherd smiling broadly. “That wasn’t so hard was it?” ................................... - about face: