GR RP 'Adventures In GunRunning' ACT 25
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Monday, May 30, 2005 17:34
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PREVIOUSLY ON FIREFLY:
ACT 24: http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=7848
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 24 http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=7910&m=109779#109779109779
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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ACRONYM DEFINITIONS & TERMS
EOM = End of Move
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"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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JUST WHERE ARE THEY NOW???
Cap'n and Book - Book's quarters
Inara, Jayne, River, Merz, Rowan - Galley
Damon - in a makeshift slam onboard Serenity
Simon - Only Niska knows ...
Zoe and Wash - On the Bridge "Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Wash's Move:
Location - Bridge
Slight (Over the comm): "Hail, Serenity. I need to speak with the captain. And your shepherd, and your mechanic, and the little girl. I have no problems with you, but I have some news that I think all four will want to hear from me, firsthand. It's about your doctor..."
Wash (Still lounging in his chair) "Sure, let me see what I can do..." (pulling down his microphone, he flips a switch on the intercom panel over his head): "OK, Wash here... ahh, well, I'm almost always here right? Who would be flying this thing if I wern't? Oh, right... Mal, Slight's on the screen, and he want's to talk to you, Kaylee, River, and Book. Come on up, OK?"
(Wash replaces the mic, and glances back to Slight): "I called them, they'll be here when they get here... Where are you? The cortex seems to think that you're close to us, but (glancing down to the sensor scan screen) I'm not picking you up."
Not bothering to wait for a responce, Wash calmly scoots his chair back from the helm console, and lifts the lid to the top of the console. "Gorram chicken musta got a little too deep inside." Wash says to the underside of the lid.
EOM
21:05 AMT (09:05 pm) is displayed on the wave visual display... Good for keeping track of those long-distance calls... for out in the black, lies the land of the big roaming charge... "can you wave me now?" Indeed. Don't forget, you're on a spaceship... the sky's no longer the limit.
Decoy, they make me go first.
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Slights move:
Time Supplemental
Slight nods his thanks. Location is. . .undetermined at the moment. I do appreciate this, Mr. Warren.
Slight glances back towards Malachi, still fiddling with the weaponry. Mightn't you give me a moment?
He watches Malachi widen his eyes in anger, and then shrug. He understands the need for privacy in this situation. Slights thanks him silently as Malachi wanders off. Slight severely doubts his absense will mean anymore discretion-he's willing to bet he can't pee in this ship without someone looking up the bowl at him-but the significance of the act will make Malachi feel more at ease, in a better position of power.
It's a favor he's willing to grant.
EOM
Wizards Eighth Rule: Deserve Victory
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KAYLEEs move
LOCATION - BACK HALL
She never made it to the cargo bay, halfway through the hallway she hears–
WASH (over the intercom, shipwide)
"OK, Wash here... ah, well, I'm almost always here right? Who would be flying this thing if I weren’t? Oh, right ... Mal, Slight's on the screen, and he wants to talk to you, Kaylee, River, and Book. Come on up, OK?"
Kaylee pauses, not at all sure she wants to acknowledge she heard that message. Simon left with that Helsing person, and when he waved last he was … different. She sighs. ~… So go to the bridge and just ask him what he did to Simon…~
Not wanting to walk back through the busy cooking/dining area, Kaylee detours down into the cargo area and across the catwalk, and back up to the front hall, to get to the bridge. Once there, she hangs back in the hallway, to wait for others to arrive. She does not want to go face this alone; Kaylee fears what is to be revealed. Her own dark thoughts seem to foreshadow something she almost knows, something almost dancing within reach.
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Wash's Move:
Location - Bridge
(Slight from over the Cortex screen, with a nod): "Location is. . .undetermined at the moment. I do appreciate this, Mr. Warren."
(Wash drops the lid with a small bang, and says to Slight): "It's no problem, and call me Wash..."
EOM
In a quiet, quaint but still nice looking dwelling, somewhere in the black... an anchient, antique grandfather clock ticks thru 21:06 AMT (09:06 pm). An older, stern and confident lady sits knitting by the light of a full moon (and a stratigic spotlamp placed in deference to her aging but still all-seeing eye) streaming thru a window from over her shoulder, the chair placed just so in front of it. She is working on a pair of mittens, orange in hue, and a small box is seen, placed on the table next to her... 'Merry Christmas, from Mom' and the label "Serenity, SS#66..." addressed on top. Another layer of protection for someone's absent, but hopefully soon to return lost young man.
Decoy, they make me go first.
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RIVERs move
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
River had watched the creation of the bao with interest. That looked like fun – maybe next time she could play too. When it came time for the tasting she knew what to do – she had practiced that look many years ago to use on her brother. Funny how easily it came back to her.
River kept on eye on Jayne, who was actin’ peculiar, even for himself. But that’s OK too. The silly little tensions running around Serenity right now are nothing much, nothing really severe, nothing she need concern herself over at this time. Other things were far more important. Ignoring the bustling in the room, and the beginnings of the shindig, River stands motionless, head to one side as if listening to something only she can hear. Her lower lip sticks out a bit as she concentrates. Simon is too far away now; she cannot hear him. And something else is closer …
Wash’s voice over the intercom brings her back to Serenity. "OK, Wash here... ah, well, I'm almost always here right? Who would be flying this thing if I weren’t? Oh, right ... Mal, Slight's on the screen, and he wants to talk to you, Kaylee, River, and Book. Come on up, OK?"
Yes, almost here. In response to Wash request, she starts towards the door to the front hall, making eye contact one by one with Rowan, Merz and Jayne near the cask, and Inara in the kitchen. With a small smile on her lips she tells them:
RIVER “We are all tied to the spokes of the same, spinning wheel you know. And none of us are going to be able to get off until it stops. If we are all lucky it won't stop on double zero. House number; everyone loses... Place your bets now.”
Warning delivered, she drifts from the room towards the bridge.
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Book's Move
Location: His Quarters
A serene smile crosses Book's face. "I've always been with you. From the first moment I talked with Kaylee outside Serenity." Book lets his hands fall to his lap and he gets a faraway look. "Twirling her multi-colored umbrella."
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Over the comm - "OK, Wash here... ah, well, I'm almost always here right? Who would be flying this thing if I weren’t? Oh, right ... Mal, Slight's on the screen, and he wants to talk to you, Kaylee, River, and Book. Come on up, OK?"
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Book's attention snaps back to the present as he and Mal share an identical look. Sliding the crystal into one of his pockets, he picks up his Bible and begins to pray as he and Mal move purposefuly towards the bridge.
EM
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Wash's Move:
Location - Bridge
(Wash turns to Zoë, who has been loitering quietly in the back of the bridge, and says quietly): "Why don't you go to the galley and get all good and relaxed, honey-bunny?"
(Wash turns back to Slight's image on the screen): "We're throwing a shiny party down in the galley... whish you could make it... Wow, I just thought of something, I hope Kaylee left enough engine fuel to land tomorrow, I don't know how much rocket wash she's serving..."
EOM
In a decrepit bar, on a small dirty moon in a distant corner of the 'verse, a small group of dirty but (kempt?) people sit around a table in the front corner, by the slightly flickering holographic window. An old field hand under a dirty, but serviceable brown coat walks through the swinging doors and up to the bar. He looks at the clock on the wall (21:07 AMT (09:07 pm)), and casually lets his eyes wander across the dank room, and then to the bartender, who has doffed his marginally cleaner brown coat for an apron tied around his ample frame. A heavy glass soddenly comes sliding his way, the bartender sliding up right after it. "Who are the new bunch?" he asks, and the bartender replies: "Best bunch of scary looking people I never saw... quiet, and drinking hard water on the rocks for the last few hours". The two old-timers share a look, and simultaneously state quietly: "Teams of three, leave them be" The drinker tosses back his glass, and then gets up, tosses a coin on the bar, and walks back outside, and enters the building directly across the street. Life goes on, for the brown-coated people... even the ones who sneak away out the back.
Decoy, they make me go first.
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION: The Galley - Ambitiously involved in becoming as fuzzy as possible while providing food for the par-tay.
With the last of the bao rescued, Rowan makes a point to take the pan off the burner and turn off the stove before she's too far gone into the wind to remember and possibly be the cause of a galley explosion. Taking the three plates of finished bao - two on her right arm, one in her left hand - with the balance and expertise of a seasoned waitress (which she has been a time or two), she's on her way back to the table as the comm system clicks on.
WASH: "OK, Wash here... ahh, well, I'm almost always here right? Who would be flying this thing if I weren't? Oh, right... Mal, Slight's on the screen, and he wants to talk to you, Kaylee, River, and Book. Come on up, OK?"
ROWAN (smiling): "Pilots. Gotta love'em."
RIVER “We are all tied to the spokes of the same, spinning wheel you know. And none of us are going to be able to get off until it stops. If we are all lucky it won't stop on double zero. House number; everyone loses... Place your bets now.”
Frowning, Rowan pauses to watch the girl take the steps lightly up toward the bridge. That was an awfully eerie-ass thing to say, even for River. Bringing the bao to the table, she takes a bun from the freshest plate and bites into it. After chewing thoughtfully, she nods decisively and speaks around the exquisiteness to no one in particular.
ROWAN: "That girl could make herself a fine living as a family oracle back on one of the core worlds, if she ever gets tired of bumping around the black."
EOM
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