GR RP "Adventures in Gunrunning" ACT 24
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Thursday, December 23, 2004 18:03
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MERZ move
LOCATION - DINING ROOM to MERZ DORM to DINING ROOM
KAYLEE
“Let the shindig begin!”
Well. This might be interesting. Or possibly instructive. MERZ does not know if she is looking forward to this experience, this ‘party’, ‘shindig’, or whatever. But she has been promised a new experience at least and data is always useful. One thing she does know is that often one can dress or wear something special at a time like this. And while she has no other clothes, something special she has …
MERZ turns to ROWAN, who is still absorbed in JAYNE and the contents of that box of KAYLEEs. MERZ knows what is in there, she can smell it from where she is, chocolate. She does not understand what is so … moving about it and why it elicits such strong reactions in the rest of the crew. But she hopes to find out.
She is about to let them know she is leaving for a moment, but no one is paying any attention to her at this time and MERZ decided simply to sneak out and back. Her errand will take only a moment.
Sliding out the back hatch she enters the dorm where she stashed her meager belongings and pulls her pack out from under the bed. Rummaging around at the bottom of it she comes up with a crumpled piece of trash paper, tattered and dirty like it has been rolling around there for years. She carefully unwraps it and lets the contents lie upon her palm for a moment.
It is a crystal, a three-edged figure with two faces - an inch long on each beveled side, with three facets on each face. It is mounted on a fine gold chain. She takes a moment to work a knot out of the chain, working very slowly and deliberately to avoid breaking the delicate jewelry. Once the chain is freed she holds it up, looking at the play of light through the faceted crystal and the rainbows that roll around its edge. It is the finest item she possesses other than her teacup, and the first present she ever received. She has worn it once; on the day she received it. And now, she can wear it again.
MERZ carefully manipulates the clasp and reached behind her to fasten it. It takes a bit of fumbling to get it on; the first time Maro did it and she has never worked the clasp for herself.
Once she has it fastened she frees her hair from behind the chain and looks in the mirror. She does not see herself, which is not where she is looking or what she is judging. Merz decides – she has witnessed women wearing jewelry many times and this just does not look right on the cloth of her shipsuit, and would suit her exercise clothing even less. With a quick gesture, she holds the crystal out of the way with one hand, and lowers the zip on her suit with the other. The slightly shrunk suit pulls back and leaves her skin bare down to the place where the zip stopped, which is not so very far, maybe eight inches. Letting the necklace drop down onto her chest she considers again, head tilted to one side. Yes, that is good enough.
She closes her pack and slips it back under the bed. Closed the door behind her and slips back into the Galley area, gliding back to the place where she was. She stops once again, with her back to the counter, facing the room and starts her scan again – accessing the tone of the room and seeing if she can pick up hints to anything she might have missed. Curious if anyone even noticed she has been gone.
EOM
OOC: edited for clearer description of the necklace, I did a poor job of describing it. Maybe I'll post a picture ...
Debs
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION - Galley
JAYNE: “Ain't it time to kick that off yet? Me an' Damon... I's done with my chores"
He sounds like a little boy asking to open just one gift two full weeks before Christmas.
Jayne settles the box back down where he got it from, but keeps the one bar of chocolate pinched gingerly between finger and thumb. He seems to enjoy dangling the prize before her.
JAYNE: "Sounds good. What say I guard this 'till it's time to rip into 'em?"
Rowan raises an eyebrow at that. What makes him think she would trust him any further than he’s trusting her?
ROWAN: “What say you put it back till everyone’s here, then we divide it amongst witnesses?”
Leaning backward again, she heads back toward the plate of bao, remembering that she has a finer responsibility to uphold. Picking one of the now cooled buns, she gingerly tears it in half and pops the left side into her mouth. Biting off one tender piece, she chews slowly and with flourish. The sauce is just right - sweet, spicy and full-bodied - the protein prepared thisclose to be mistaken for real bread. If she closed her eyes and pretended, she could easily be back in the kitchen at her father’s house.
ROWAN: “Well, I think that’ll do.”
She holds the other half out, and addresses the current population of the Galley, although her eyes are poignantly on Jayne when she speaks.
ROWAN: “Any takers for a second opinion?”
EOM
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Book's Move
Location: His Room
The room is quiet for a moment, then the silence is broken by the sound of Mal's glass clinking against his formidable belt buckle. The smell of fresh bread? is slowly seeping into his room through the cracks in the door paneling. Someone's cooking something delicious. The thought comes unbidden to his mind.
Book's eyes wander to a flash of blue light from behind Mal. He settles his gaze on the spot of the flash and stands abruptly. He knows exactly where the flash came from, but refusing to believe it, he crosses the room to a small loosely woven bag. He takes the bag and dumps it unceremoniously onto his bed pad, quickly searching for and finding what he seeks... a device disguised as a 3-sided crystal that he hadn't intended on using until he went to the pool tournament to watch over Rowan.
The blue light has mostly faded, but looking deep into the crystal, he can still see the faint glimmer indicating that someone else closeby has just activated the preliminary start-up for another identical crystal device. (one of the features of the device)
This is not good. he thinks. What are the options? Someone else has one of these devices and is planning to use it... but why?! Second option, and much more likely considering the very secret nature of these devices... they don't even know that they have it.
EM
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Jayne's Move
"What say you put it back till everyone's here, then we divide it amongst witnesses?"
"More to smell then", Jayne backs up and deposits the chocolate back into it's box, taking a long snort before closing it up again. He then moves to help himself to a cup of coffee, filling the cup to the brim right from the pot which he settles back onto the warm burner.
Picking one of the now cooled buns, she gingerly tears it in half and pops the left side into her mouth.
Boy that looked good. Jayne slurps some of the piping hot coffee, but in his mind he's eating chocolate and spicy bao and chicken dinner. If Rowan's face is any indication, it's every bit as good as it smells.
"Any takers for a second opinion?"
"Right here." Jayne lips are running before his self-preservation knows what hit it. She ate half, right? It must be alright. Unless she knew that... unless only one side of it... Unless... his mind is swimming with fears. "Less'n Merz wants it!" he adds loudly, heralding Merz's re-entrance into the Galley.
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River
LOCATION - Galley
ROWAN: “Any takers for a second opinion?”
River's eyes light up when she sees the piece of bao being offered by Rowan. She looks up at the older woman, smiling with a eager 'I'll take it if I'm allowed' look.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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MERZ move
LOCATION - GALLEY As ...
JAYNE has noticed her return, and fires his next remark in her direction. "Less'n Merz wants it!"
She considers his words, and the context, along with the various actions and expressions of the others in the room. Deciding that she does understand what he is asking she responds.
MERZ
Jayne. If I understand correctly, the purpose of ROWAN sharing a piece of … bao … with me is so that I can assist in determining if the manufacturing process was successfully completed and the result satisfactory. However, as I am unfamiliar with bao, I have insufficient knowledge of what it should be like, rendering me unable make such a determination. She pauses and winks at him, a half-grin on her face. (Or at least that is what she is trying for, having seen it done.) If you are simply offering me a taste, I accept. That way I can learn what is or is not correct, once you tell me if it is sufficiently prepared.
She turns her smile on ROWAN. There. Does that earn me a taste?
EOM
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Malachi's Move
Location: Slight's Ship
A twitch in his right eye is all that gives away his action before he takes it. Reaching his hand over to his armpad controls, he pushes two buttons and the destruct sequence answers from the armpad with a soft voice in Chinese indicating 4 minutes 8 seconds to destruct.
Malachi sets down the large black case on a low table set into the port wall and glances up at the man. Moments later a loud, dull metallic boom is heard throughout the ship as Malachi's ship attaches itself to the outer hull with magnetic grappels and pulls itself in. "So far so dead."
EM
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - SPARE DORM
Quote:
After a minute, Damon's laughter finally dies down but he can't stop grinning. He looks up at Xiang from the recliner, eyes alert, excited, as if he has much to say and no words to put it in.
Finally he stands, paying no heed to the complaints from his lingering wounds. His stomach tells him he's hungry, but his mind can't understand how he can be. He feels spoiled with three meals a day and completely out of place when he asks: "So is it too early for breakfast?" It sounds more like asking for permission than he intended, which also feels awkward since he can't remember the last time he asked permission for anything.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Slights Move:
Slight bares his teeth, all patience lost. he grabs Malachi and throws him against the bulkhead. Lifting him up by a grip on the kidneys, the nanytes swarm in an angry buzz, several flying down his throat to pierce in unpermanent, but extremely painful, damage.
His voice exalted, he rages out in a voice that would echo through Malachis mind forever.
"DO NOT TEST ME ANY FURTHER, FOOL! I know your mind, I know your passwords, and failsafes, and swtiches! Were it not for my weakened state, I would kill you now! YOU ARE PROVOKING THAT WHICH IS DEADLY, AND NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH!"
Slights breath becomes constricted. He is being foolish. What did he expect?
In a softer voice, but with no less authority, he continues. "You may have met Blue Sun operatives before. None are like me. You've met the recovery agents, the men with blue gloves, who are claiming what they believe to be theirs. You would not test them as you do me. Any more such aggravation on your part will result in death. I warned you before. I am a puppet, but you do not hold my strings. Quite the reverse. This is your second warning."
With movements bordering on a caress, he types in the code to shut down the sequence. Who is in charge here must be beyond question now.
Wizards Eighth Rule: Deserve Victory
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Malachi's Move
Same location
"Warn me all you wish. It should be obvious to you by now though that I care nothing for my own life. Destroy me." Malachi hangs in the air against the bulkhead for a moment longer, waiting for the man to destroy him or not.
Closing his eyes, he projects his thoughts. Weakened condition... How strong are you now? How pervasive is your mind? If you can still read my thoughts, you know that right now I am considering destroying both our ships and be damned with the consequences. You know that I can reactivate the destruct sequence immediately without using my control pad, and that I can do it without the countdown. You also know that my life-support is directly connected into my ship's destruct sequence. Our deaths are linked together regardless of how fast you act or what you do. So kill me or not, torture me or not. The beginning will be the end."
Malachi opens his eyes again. The calmness of certain death seeping over him.
EM
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