GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 23
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Sunday, November 7, 2004 21:02
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JAYNE - GALLEY
"There, work that in, then roll it out again. We'll start cutting the sections after that."
Jayne nods and procedes as he is instructed. He doesn't quite notice the tension in the room until he turns to Inara to see what she's doing there. Uh oh. She looks ill. Not like before, but she doesn't look good.
Jayne flattens the dough again until covers the section of the counter in front of him. He hopes that's the right thickness for Rowan, but if it's not, he'll hear about it.
He turns away for a moment to stare at Inara until she returns his look. "You good?"
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION - GALLEY
The protein for the buns needs to be warmed just a bit to work in the spices. Studying the stove, Rowan turns a dial to preheat to 100 degrees and then goes back to her chef's assistants. Merz finishes up fairly quickly and Jayne makes fast work of his task as well, even with taking a pause to check out Inara. Once he's done, he turns to stare at Inara until she feels it and looks up to meet his gaze. Rowan steels herself, prepared to run interference for the woman if she has too. No sense pouring fuel oil on an open flame.
JAYNE: "You good?"
Wait...is that genuine compassion? Rowan doesn't realize her jaw is hanging open until she feels a set of eyes on her and looks to find Merz staring at her. Giving herself a little shake, she gets back to business. She takes a look in the bowl to find the protein exactly in the condition she needs it to be.
ROWAN: "Umm... okay, good. That's good. Now... I don't suppose you know anything about glazing?"
She looks at Merz hopefully, although already suspecting it unlikely.
EOM
Fans come and fans go...but zealots are with you until the bitter black end.
I draw...therefore I am.
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Inara's move
LOCATION - GALLEY
Vaguely, through the haze of Inara's mood and attempts to calm herself, she slowly becomes aware of someone's eyes boring into her. It occurs to her that, perhaps, her mood is becoming conspicuous, so enough. She lets herself disassociate with the cold, faintly sick feeling, and looks up...
Jayne is looking at her, a kind, slightly worried expression on his face. Inara is simultaneously touched, and horrified. If her mood is obvious enough that Jayne can notice it...
Run-tse duh fwo-tzoo. Time to get a grip.
"You good?"
Small smile. Jayne's been nothing but kind to her since seeing her... like that. "I'll be alright," she tells him quietly, putting her hand on his arm in a gesture of gratitude. "I just... have things on my mind at the moment."
Which is not a lie. Huge understatement, but not a lie.
EOM
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION - GALLEY
INARA: "I just... have things on my mind at the moment."
Rowan shakes her head at that, marveling at the companion-oriented gift for understatement and so skillfully polishing a bald-face lie.
ROWAN (softly): "Things? I'd say it was just one thing in particular."
Inara's dark eyes shoot over to meet hers while Jayne looks on, somewhat mystified by the subtle girl-code. Rowan lifts an eyebrow at Inara, conveying her own sense of the ridiculous in a companion's pining for a captain who's obviously pining for her. Inara can take it as she will.
Returning her attention to Merz, Rowan reaches out to pat the smaller woman on the shoulder, noting the scars again and sending a silent curse to the authorities either directly or indirectly responsible for putting them there.
ROWAN: "Nevermind. You hang out for a second. I'll do the glazing and you can stuff later, hâo le ma? Jayne, that bun dough looks good. If you could cut that into three-by-three squares and start putting them on a pan - they have to set a bit in the oven before we start stuffing."
Taking the bowl to the stove, Rowan takes down the wok and puts it over a burner.
EOM
hâo le ma = okay
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - FRONT HALL to GALLEY
After only a few minutes of sitting down, the voices from the bridge and galley start to meld together into a distant drone. Something about cup holders… glazing…
Quote:
"Last chance, Damon…"
Whoa! Damon’s head snaps up with a sharp breath. Shi, I almost did it again… No more pills. Looking around as the hall comes back into focus, he determines it’s only been a few minutes. He climbs to his feet, ignoring the painful complaints from his leg and gut. Time to find something to do, being idle is dangerous. He gives the bridge one last glance before turning to the galley.
Rowan, Merz and Jayne are in the kitchen cooking, Inara just off to the side making tea. Jayne cooks? Wouldn’t have guessed that in a million years. Damon makes his way down the stairs and heads for the kitchen to get a drink.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Malachi's Move
Location: Floating in space... just outside Slight's ship.
A sudden convulsion spasms his body. Malachi holds up his right arm, examining his life support readouts. Everything was fine with the suit. That gorram sunofalizardsniffer. He's one of ... NNggggaaaaooowww! He screams into the empty void around him.
EM
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JAYNE - GALLEY
Jayne really wants to push Inara for more. Not that he cares about whatever has her mind completely rapped - bad moods and love affairs come and go, but Jayne only sees a deeper problem in her now. But she seems alright.
"Jayne, that bun dough looks good." He turns back to the food preparations, remembering that he is supposed to be watching Rowan. "If you could cut that into three-by-three squares and start putting them on a pan - they have to set a bit in the oven before we start stuffing."
Jayne nods in acknowledgement. He unlatches the knife drawer and chooses a small blade. "Whatcha usin' fer glaze? We don't got no Hoisin sauce on board, an' I wouldn't know how to make it from scratch." Jayne lays the knife on the counter, the squares all sliced with precision, and gets a pan down.
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LOCATION - GALLEY As ...
Merz is paused, just waiting for the next instructions. The protein is completed to specifications. She waits for ROWANs distraction to end, and soon enough Rowan turns back to her.
ROWAN
"Umm... okay, good. That's good. Now... I don't suppose you know anything about glazing?"
MERZ considers her words. She passes them through the data base, verifying definitions.
Glaz"ing\, n.
1. The act or art of setting glass; the art of covering with a vitreous or glasslike substance, or of polishing or rendering glossy.
2. The glass set, or to be set, in a sash, frame. etc.
3. The glass, glasslike, or glossy substance with which any surface is incrusted or overlaid; as, the glazing of pottery or porcelain, or of paper.
4. (Paint.) Transparent, or semitransparent, colors passed thinly over other colors, to modify the effect.
~ hum. context would indicate that none of these items have any bearing upon current activities. Prog indicates that number four is closest in possibility … and i am sure that the answer is still a negative one …
Slowly, MERZ shakes her head. No.”
Tensions in the room appear to be abating somewhat. Merz is still not at all sure what she is participating in, nor any idea what Bao actually is. Suspects some sort of food item, since kitchen is involved. Not at all sure what she is doing involved in this project. But it is better than being alone.
ROWAN
"Nevermind. You hang out for a second. I'll do the glazing and you can stuff later, hâo le ma? Jayne, that bun dough looks good. If you could cut that into three-by-three squares and start putting them on a pan - they have to set a bit in the oven before we start stuffing."
EOM
OOC: edited to add Rowan's last remark to Merz.
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Book's Move
Location: His quarters
I'll join them soon enough. The Shepherd's was a different way of doing things. A little slower maybe, a little more time spent in the planning, a little more methodical at times (he liked to think)... perhaps some folks believed him doddering... all the better. It would only make what he had to do all that much easier when the time finally came.... if it ever did.
He had left his door open to listen to the words floating down the stairway from the galley. Sounded like many of the ship's compliment were gathered there. He leaned back into his room, from the odd position he had adopted for a moment, while trying to listen up the stairs and down the hall.
I care too much about these people. He thinks as he walks back to his small counter and looks into the mirror. The soulful eyes staring back at him. I'm certain they all suspect me of some evil or other... and some of them may be right, but I can't tell them who I am, who I was... what I've done. They'll...
Book looks down at a makeshift burner and brew-pot steeping a slightly oxidized tea. He pours himself a cup of the rare leaf blend and sits down on his uncomfortable sleeping pad. An odd contrast. The beautiful, green leaf unfurling in his cup, complimented by memory-inspiring flavor of the tea (still bearing the faint essence of the lillies that grew close to the plants)... and this uncomfortable pad.
Sipping his tea in solitude, Book tries to picture where Simon might be, what he may be doing, and who may be coming for him.
EM
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LOCATION - BRIDGE
As...
Out of the corner of his right eye, Mal notices Damon loitering just outside the Bridges lock. Mal looks Zoe in the eye and winks with his left eye - the one he knows Damon cannot see. The message is clear to Zoe - Follow my lead. He then glances at Wash and crooks the left side of his mouth in a very lopsided grin. It said "follow through, you'll enjoy it". Then in a deep tone that carries all the way to the galley. As a whisper, yes. But if a body was in the fore hall or the steps down to the galley, it could be clearly heard. Those in the Galley would have to really strain to get the subject. They could only tell that Mal was in "something's gone gorram wrong with the plan" mode of speech.
MAL
... looking determined and his voice drops an octive...
"Yep, 'bout that Damon fella, Doc told me some interestin' data about that boy before our Simon went space crazy an jumped ship."
... Mal nods as it seems Wash and Zoe to be understanding which direction he is going and willing to push forward too ...
"First off, Wash, lock down both shuttles NOW, doors and all."... Mal hits the ALL intercomm...
"Book, Mr Thorne would you be so kind to hustle into the cargo bay and secure the sounding charges and the armory. Book maybe you could say a prayer over them bang sticks."
... Mal knows Book will get the point and may participate as well. Positive also was that Mr. Thorne would figger it out too. Stress need to be relived after all. He clicks the comm off. His voice drops even further ...
"Our Damon is a runner. Doc says he is rabbitin' from ownership. You know how I feel about slavers - their plat is as good as the next."
... Mal slowly closes both eyes and opens them again in the pattern that meant 'you know what I really mean' to Zoe ...
"So a bit back, after I had a yap with him, I got curious and Cortex'd the boy. Now I know who he is, where he popped from and just who wants him back. The other purty bit is there is a hefty bounty on this youngsters head - must be PRETTY rammin' important."
... Mal shakes his head with a manic grin...
"This here trip is provin' to be more profitable by the minute."
He hits the ALL intercomm again.
"Jayne, I need you to herd that Damon fella up, step level priority."
Mal wonders if Jayne'll get the attempt to soften the severity their past tete-a-tete and get it enough to know what to do with Damon. Leaning back on the bulkhead, Mal waits with an expectant twinkle in his eye. Being a mean mean man had its perks. Would be interestin' if the boy would learn anything. At the very least how to fade better while droppin' eaves.
EOM
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