GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 23

POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Sunday, November 7, 2004 21:02
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CAPNRAHN

Thursday, October 28, 2004 3:16 AM

PREVIOUSLY ON FIREFLY:
ACT 22: http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=7532

CREDITS & BIOS:
http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=3498

RPing TOOLS:
Tools and tricks for the hip RPer.
http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=4266

GREEN ROOM:
Storyline work and a place for the acKtors to hang out.
OOC 23

ARCHIVE:
Includes episode synopses and links to all the threads for prior acts
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=3681

MECHANICS OF RPing:
Tips and tricks and preferred RP methods, developed by the Gunrunners and Hitchers themselves
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=4266

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GENERAL POST GUIDELINES
None have been established yet. Each player has a unique style for posting a move that is consistent within itself. You'll catch on!

ACRONYM DEFINITIONS & TERMS
EOM = End of Move
OOC = Out Of Character
POV = Point Of View

Last but not least, the Gunrunners and Hitchers would like to extend a big THANK YOU to Joss Whedon for creating a whole new 'verse for us to play in, and to Haken for giving us a bright, shiny new sandbox theater!

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"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"

CAPNRAHN

Thursday, October 28, 2004 3:21 AM

WHERE ARE THEY NOW?!!
At approx. 1950 hrs/7:50 PM to 2010 hrs/8:10 PM Alliance Mean Time ... In other words - Eight'ish!

BRIDGE: Mal, Zoe, Wash, Kaylee

FORE HALL: Damon

GALLEY: Merz, Jayne, Rowan and Inara

LOWER COMMON AREA: Thorn & River

PASSENGER DORMS: Book, in his.

The rest can just wait a mo till I can catch up with them!!!

"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"

SQUEE

Thursday, October 28, 2004 6:08 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - FRONT HALL

Damon returns his attention to Rowan when she starts talking to him again.

ROWAN: "And if it makes you feel any better, I'll get my talking-to tomorrow. I happen to know he talked to Merz too, so I think he's just making sure he didn't hire any mass murdering lunatics.”

No, we already had that talk. This is different. I screwed up and considering his mood, I’m probably going to get an earful. He considers saying as much but hesitates half a second too long. Before his thoughts become words, she is speaking again.

ROWAN: “Do me a favor and behave yourself, huh? you don't want to go for a vacuum swim, dong ma?"

Damon blinks, watching her walk down into the galley. He can hardly believe he heard her say that. Why would she care if I got spaced or not? I’m just a slave. A brief look of disgust flashes across his face as he gives himself an inward kick for even thinking that. But as hard as he tries, he can’t deny what is: as long as he has that thing on his arm he won’t be anything but Crofton’s property to the rest of the verse.

He inhales and lets out a deep sigh as he slides to the floor and leans back against the sloped wall, suddenly feeling the pain of his injuries and extremely tired again. For the life of him he can’t understand why he’s so tired. True, over the months of freedom his body’s been asking for more sleep and better care now that it isn’t being pushed to survive without. And yes, he’s injured and still doesn’t sleep much but that’s nothing new. Maybe it’s just cuz the pain killers have worn off and-

The pills! The pills I took this morning must have some side effects. I didn’t bother check. His mouth twitches into a slight smile of triumph.

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

CAPNRAHN

Thursday, October 28, 2004 2:29 PM

LOCATION - BRIDGE
As...

As Kaylee speaks Mal gently slides the broken shards of the saucer into his pocket. A quick glance at his hand shows no blood. Nothing to have a scar about, nothing to remind him of his stupidity. At Kaylee's mention of a bridge, he focuses fully on her.

KAYLEE
... winding down...
"...Away team goes out the bay, drops about 5 feet to the dirt, and WASH takes the rest of us for a nice flight. Dong ma? Easy as pie.”

Kaylee stops breathlessly with a huge grin. Her face shining in anticipation of the crews reaction to her explanation. Mal looks a tad blank as he takes a second to digest the raw information Kaylee flooded them with. A half-grin creases his features as he nods at Kaylee's logic.

MAL
"Thats my girl - always thinkin'! An you got all-o this from rememberin' a kids foolhardy ole game." ... shakes his head ruefully... "Far as I can tell, your on the right track. Have at, pass it to the others and carry on."

He smiles at Kaylee and turns to Zoe and Wash. A single step towards them ends in a light, but final-sounding 'crunch'. He looks down, pivots his foot on the heel to reveal: the further shattered remains of the china tea cup Inara thrust upon him. Mal sighs, seems he is always putting his size twelves where they ought not be. Kneeling and not looking at the Crew, he gently picks up the pieces, wondering why it wasn't as easy to grasp the broken shattered remnants of life. Unobserved, the spilt tea slowly evaporates.

EOM

"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"

SAINT JAYNE

Thursday, October 28, 2004 2:59 PM

JAYNE - GALLEY

Those oily fish sticks go down nice and easy. Jayne tries to be contented with that; he tries to forget the tempation of the wonderful smell that still lingered in the kitchen despite the air reclamation vent just above him.

That's it. When he gets some time off planet side, he's shelling out for an honest to goodness meal at an eatery.

Jayne meets eyes with the women who enter the Galley and nods to them in turn. His mouth is still full, plus he doesn't have much to say. Not to that one, anyhow. Jayne watches Rowan's exchange with Merz until Inara joins him in the kitchen area.

CHANNAIN

Thursday, October 28, 2004 6:41 PM

Rowan's Move
LOCATION - GALLEY

Rowan did catch the little twitches - Merz shaking her head as if to vehemently deny something, then the abrupt change in her bearing, the resolute expression. Not on her face, because her features never change. It's something intangibly electric.

FLASHBACK

"They're coming in."

She understood Robert's tone, the finality of it, but not the look he turned to give her husband. They had always known this was a possibility, solidified by the crushing defeat at Serenity Valley. Now that the final moment was upon them, she found herself eerily calm about it all yet one question resounded back and forth in her mind.

How could it end like this?

She reached for him, took his square hand in hers and found it uncharacteristically cold and unresponsive. Then he turned to her and she saw the stark resolution in his eyes. It didn't occur to her what it meant, not until she saw him look past her and felt another, stronger hand on her arm.

"I'm sorry," was all he could say--after everything they had been through, just that woefully inadequate act of contrition.

She resisted. How could he expect her not to? And for a second his hand did grip hers, as if for the last time. But Li knew her too well and had come prepared. It was like something out of an ancient movie where the heinous villain kidnaps the damsel. The noxious fumes from the cloth he put over her mouth filled her senses, stinging her eyes. Darkness closed in all too quickly. There was no time to say anything. Not even goodbye.

END FLASHBACK

Rowan opens her eyes again - not entirely sure when they went shut this time - to find Merz simply handing her a folded up piece of paper. Appreciating the modicum of confidentiality, Rowan distracts herself from the latest wave of whatever-that-was with concern over the other woman's complete lack of response otherwise. Less than an hour ago, she and Merz were having a meaningful, human exchange. Then one talk from Reynolds and Merz is suddenly reset into ultimate TROY mode? What the hell did the gorram Feds do to her?

Not sure what to expect, Rowan unfolds the paper to read the results both from the infirmary diagnostic, and what must be Merz's own handwriting.

Negative

Looking up, she searches Merz's emotionless features for confirmation. She doesn't have to pose the question out loud to receive Merz's nod of confirmation. Terse and matter-of-fact, rather like she's giving a report to her superior.

So, no toxins, no strange brain chemistry combinations, not even so much as the implication of possible infection. Then what in all that is holy is going on with her head?

ROWAN: "Well, thanks anyway. I appreciate your work on this."

On a sigh, Rowan figures there's no sense worrying about it now when apparently nothing can be done. She has all but promised fresh bao and it's time to see if she can deliver the real thing, or come up with something comparable. Moving into the galley, she takes a look in the refrigeration unit and after some rummaging manages to unearth a small tin box from way in the back. Opening it, she discovers no less than a half dozen scallions. A true treasure trove out here in the black.

Grinning, she can taste the tangy-sweet delights as she looks up at Jayne. He's still giving her eerie-ass suspicious looks, but at the moment she could care less about it.

ROWAN: "At least something's looking up. Hey Merz, feel like shredding some protein for me?"

EOM

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RAVENWHYTEWING

Thursday, October 28, 2004 7:35 PM

Slights move:

Slight comes out of his memories. He is still blind. And there is someone nearby. Abruptly, he feels someone searching him. A card is suddenly removed from his pocket. What the. . .Card?
Slight had made it a point to never carry any kind of ID. And access to the Cortex was made through a memory stick. No matter. Focus on the threat. Disturb. Threat clearly perceives no danger. Throw him off.
Slight waits until the intruder has removed his hands. Then he speaks, his voice making hisses as his organs try to compensate.
"Go pretty far for a first date. I generally like to know your name first."

We can't all be heroes, since some of us have to sit at the curb and clap as they go by.

MANIACNUMBERONE

Thursday, October 28, 2004 8:06 PM

Malachi's Move
Location: Slight's ship

Annoyed with himself for not checking the vitals on this thing more closely, and caught off guard at the same time, Malachi leaps to his feet and takes a few precautionary steps backwards. "You should be dead." Malachi says through the muffled protection of his helmet.

Malachi takes a few more steps backwards then stops, noting the eyes of the body on the floor, lifeless, unseeing. But the wires attached to him, like antennae... a problem. Cautiously, he opens a small panel in the right forearm of his suit and resumes the life support functions. Then he opens the stream, via his neural connection, to initiate the self-destruct on the second msr... but he waits. "Speak..." Malachi says with a commanding voice. "...and save your life. Who left you here?"

EM

RAVENWHYTEWING

Thursday, October 28, 2004 8:51 PM

Slight smiles. He wants him to speak, eh?
As he smiles, the umbilicals from his eyes crumble to dust, the nanytes having served their purpose. Idly, he wonders if his eyes are still red.
"How presumptious. Do you really think someone who's. . .dead. . .will surrender any information to someone who threatens him?"
He stresses the word dead to increase the impact. Keep him off balance.
"To answer your question, I was left here by," for a moment, he doesn't know what to say. Will his mind be open enough? More likely this man is not. "Niska. He's had an intensive surgery recently. Have you heard of Adelei Niska? He was escorted by someone called Troy. I believe. And now I think you owe me some answers. What's your name? How did you come by here? One as equipped as you does not exercise good Samaritan values in stopping to check for survivors. If I had to guess, I'd say whatever you've got in your hand brought you here.
"And one last thing. Dare to threaten me once more, you will suffer. Threaten me after that, you will die. I give this as no threat, but as a fact. I am a representative of the Blue Sun, and do not take to poor treatment from my colleagues in the business of death."

We can't all be heroes, since some of us have to sit at the curb and clap as they go by.

MANIACNUMBERONE

Thursday, October 28, 2004 9:32 PM

Malachi's Move
Location: Slight's Ship

Malachi doesn't turn his back to the man lying on the floor claiming to be blue sun, yet as the man addresses him, he walks slowly backwards all the same. No need to threaten him at all. Malachi thinks as he reaches the entry chamber to the hatchway and opens the door.

Sending a quick message to the msr, he grabs a hold of the doorframe and watches as the other tiny fore window explodes out into space, sucking with it everything not tied down. You'll get no repairs to your ship this time. Malachi thinks as the suction stops and the rooms' lack of gravity comes into equilibrium. He climbs/floats up the ladder and exits the ship.

EM

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