GR RP "Adventures in Gunrunning" ACT 24
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Thursday, December 23, 2004 18:03
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PREVIOUSLY ON FIREFLY:
ACT 23: http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=7712
CREDITS & BIOS:
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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
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MECHANICS OF RPing:
Tips and tricks and preferred RP methods, developed by the Gunrunners and Hitchers themselves
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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!!!"
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WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
BRIDGE: Wash
LAST BUNK ON THE LEFT: OUTSIDE-Zoe and Kaylee; INSIDE- Damon
GALLEY: Inara, River, Jayne, Rowan, Merz
PASSENGER DORMs: Mal & Book
SWIMMING IN THE BLACK: Thorne "Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Wash's Move:
Location - Bridge, deep thoughts
(Over the intercom comes Mal's voice): "Wash, I didn't hear one of my shuttles detach, so which hatch did he swim outta...? And WHEN the hatch was opened ..."
Wash, not looking up from his console, which should have alerted him to the opening airlock he realizes, glances at MRFUCSS, flips a swich over his head, and in a monotone replies. "He took off at 20:30. I didn't know because the airlock alarm seems to be disabled, probably when we were boarded by Early... and you told me to disable both shuttles a few minutes ago, to prevent escaping your wrath, sir." (Wash flips off the intercom, notes that MRFUCSS has 20:37 AMT (8:37 pm) on screen, then goes back to the map.
EOM
Decoy, they make me go first.
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Book's Move
Location: Book's Quarters
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MAL - "Well, Shepherd, that was one of the reasons I came here - I wanted you to lead the ground team t'marrow."
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"Not a problem, Captain. I'm always glad to lend a hand whenever I can. Book waits a moment to give Mal a chance to say something, when he doesn't Book continues. What else can I help you with?. Book gives Mal a wry grin. ...or do you just need me to lead you to the drink?"
EM
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LOCATION - BOOKs DORM
As ...
Mal looks back at Book and gestures with the 2 1/2 quart sports bottle.
MAL
"Naw, got some premium hooch here. I just needed, ... um ... wanted to check in with you."
Mal looks at Book unwaveringly. Almost challenging him to drop all the pretense and lay everything on the table. It could be told, somewhere in the corner of Mal's eyes: Mal was not sure if he could respond in the same manner. Mal was still licking the self-inflicted wounds from the little tete-a-tete he had with Inara in her shuttle. The Damon thing was not turning out to be too pleasant either. Unbidden, the thought of Simon getting his rear shot-off by Alliance flunkies came crashing through Mal's subconscious.
Enough was enough.
MAL
"Things have gotten a tad off-spin and a man needs to know where his balance is."
EOM "Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Book's Move
His room
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MAL - "Things have gotten a tad off-spin and a man needs to know where his balance is."
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Book watches Mal closely. Mal is hanging his head and mumbling under his breath. It's obvious he wants to talk. "That's why I'm here Captain." Book steps to his door and slides it shut. "Have a seat."
Book walks to a cupboard and removes a small leather container. He unzips it and removes a couple glasses. Turning back around, with a glass in each hand, he finds Mal standing exactly where he was before. The sports bottle in his hand lowering from his lips.
Sighing deeply, Book goes to his small table and sets the glasses down. What was that comm call about earlier?"
EM
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Shan's move
Location: New Hokkaido
Shan found himself slumped just inside the mouth of an alleyway against the cool stones of the hospital building, looking blankly at the throngs of people as they made their way between shops, bars, and restaurants. The bright, gaudy lights of the boulevard at the far end of the alleyway seemed to be trying to swallow up the night, but he managed to ignore the beckoning glow over his shoulder, sighing a little glumly. :: No gaming tonight:: he mentally admonished himself. He could almost hear the voice of his mother nagging right alongside his own, and it was almost enough to turn him toward the bright lights and a game of cards. A gentle breeze caressed his cheek and he gave a small shiver, though it didn’t seem to affect anyone else thusly. A few passersby cast a wary fleeting look at a man lurking just inside the ally, and intense green eyes stared back challengingly, but upon seeing his clothes they realized he had no need of pick pocketing. Or perhaps it was the pale cast to his complexion and the gaunt frame and rather hollow looking cheeks he currently sported that labeled him as "not a threat". At any rate he was mostly ignored, which suited him fine.
His clothing was nice, though well rumpled at this juncture. His clean white shirt had been properly pressed at one point, the black trousers cleanly laundered and accompanied by a rather dashing black coat, cut to knee length. Where the dark red waistcoat with well polished silver buttons had been done up impeccably before, it now didn’t seem to fit as well, and the top half hung open to allow him some breathing room.
He tucked a hand into the inside breast pocket of his coat, placed deft fingers lightly on a wad of cash that was depressingly less than it had been a week ago thanks to the same hospital he was leaning somewhat weakly against now. Three mornings previously (and after an eventful night containing cards and lots of money) he had found himself barely able to rise from his bed, feeble, shaking, and cramping every way he turned. The hospital staff had been obviously surprised to learn they once again had a patient afflicted with a particularly nasty strain of flu that had laid the area low for quite a while; one they’d thought they’d seen the last case of at least two months ago. Fortunately they had grown adept at dealing with it at this point, and as much as Shan hated waking up to doctors and nurses prodding and asking questions at all hours, he had to admit they’d done their job admirably.
So here he now stood- pale, weak, tired… and with a still considerably large lump of money burning a hole in his pocket. A small frown creased his forehead, and again the sound of his mother’s chiding voice echoed through his skull. The frown turned fully into a grimace at that, and he turned a little unsteadily toward the illumination at the end of the corridor behind him. ::A couple games couldn’t hurt…:: drawled his own voice in response, and the corners of his mouth turned upward at the prospect.
He exited the shadows with a fairly jaunty swing to his step (mostly to try and hide how weak he still felt) and ran his fingers through dark blonde hair, half-heartedly attempting to straighten it. His customary smile was back in place as he turned into the nearest establishment, the smell of cigar smoke and booze and the warm sounds of humans laughing and talking washed over him. A particular laugh, one sounding like gravel in a bucket, reached his ears and his eyes darted sideways to see a beefy, gray whiskered man slapping another heavily muscled man across his broad shoulders. The door had barely closed behind Shan before he was out it again smoothly. He wanted no trouble tonight, and sharing a bar with those two cretins was asking for trouble. Sure, it had been almost a year… unfortunately some people were particularly adept at holding grudges. And the whiskered man’s right jaw was still marred by a long jagged scar. His own fault, surely, but Shan doubted the man saw it that way. Be
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LOCATION - BOOKs DORM
As ...
Book turns away, Mal almost takes a reflexive sip from the sports bottle. At the last second, he remembers that this particular spirits was earmarked for Jayne. As Book turns back he lowers it and moves towards the seat opposite of where Book was retrieving the glasses. Mal sits and fishes his hip-flask out of his pocket.
BOOK
"What was that comm call about earlier?"
MAL
... setting the sports bottle down and then gesturing towards the glasses with the hip-flask and a quirked eyebrow...
"Just some foolishness that took a different twisty. Damon had another angsty attack after attemptin' to eavesdrop. He is coolin' off in Merz's bunk. Nobody's got injured."
Mal nods towards the hip-flask
"This here is a pure blue burnin' stomach twister - 198 on the scale. Makes aviation fuel seem like weak tea in comparison. You interested in a pre-party slug?"
EOM "Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION - GALLEY
MERZ: "I am ready for whatever you choose to teach me, mero saathi. Show me how to 'glaze'." As she approaches to watch and learn, MERZ speaks softly for Rowan's ears only. "I have known you are in pain. Do you trust me to run a diagnostic on you?" Again Merz tries out her new, real smile. "I promise to use the machine."
ROWAN (softly): "Bao first, diagnostic later. Tomorrow maybe…once the alcohol is worked out of my system, dong ma?"
Thinking back on their nine-ball lesson - specifically how Merz had the potential to send a ball through the bulkhead if they had been real - Rowan considers another option. She recalls seeing Grandma Huan physically directing one of the servants - and not in any way that would be considered gentle - in the application of the correct spices for one of the dishes.
ROWAN: "And as to the glazing, I got an idea, if you're game. You come and stand in front and I'll direct your hands. That way when I say dash you'll understand my full meaning, and we won't end up with bao that's hotter than the sun. That sound okay by you?"
Feeling Jayne's continued observation, Rowan doesn't acknowledge him. He wants her out of his way. As to the why, that she can't explain precisely, but she can do that. Having such dynamic siblings can give a girl some interesting skills in how to exist in shadows. Running from the Feds has only managed to refine the technique. It may be a small ship, but it's not that small.
EOM
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MERZ move
LOCATION - GALLEY
ROWAN
…”You come and stand in front and I'll direct your hands. That way when I say dash you'll understand my full meaning, and we won't end up with bao that's hotter than the sun”…
That is acceptable to MERZ. She suspects that this ‘hands-on’ will be considerably less painful than other training she has had and other trainers she has worked with. And it is far easier to feel some techniques than to observe them.
Stepping forward, between the counter and ROWAN she stops, takes a deep breath and relaxes all of her muscles at once, ready to ‘feel’ her directions.
MERZ
“Ma bujhnu. Show me.”
EOM
Ma Bujhnu = I understand (Nepali)
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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