GR RP 'Adventures In GunRunning' ACT 25
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Slights move:
Slight pulls out his glasses, starting to clean them as is his nervous habit.
Ah yes, the landing tomorrow. I assume you're sticking around for a while on New Hokkaido? Slight's mind races, trying to think-this Neon-class might be able to catch up with them. . .no. They've gotten too far.
Slight suddenly registers the last bit. . .about a party. The word triggers another memory cascade, and Slight does everything do control himself as the images and thoughts burst in his head, like an orchestrated explosion.
Slight closes his eyes, despite the four bottles of saki he's had. The sooner this ordeal is over, the sooner he can get off this mudball. There's an old saying for space-farers: "Sniff the air-don't kiss the dirt. Stay too long, your space-legs get hurt."
It's a party for the local thug-gang. Here on Persephone, Badger, one of the Three Critters runs the crime, and these are the Scorpions, an all-Asian group that wear black and red and are his strong-arm negotiators. Right now, they are insisting he stay and party with them and their family. One of them, Tai Tsoro, drops drunkenly next to him at the bar. "Enjoying yourself, Set-san?" His voice slurs the Egytpian name Slight selected for himself here. "Remindja of family, hai?"
Slight opens his eyes. The red glasses have never been taken off in front of these people. No need to scare them-or give them a description.
"No."
"What? You kidding? This is what a birthday is all about! When is your birthday?"
Slight opens his mouth, then closes it. How can he explain to this man how his body works, that every day was a gift, a month a surprise, a year a miracle? That the only family he had was a egomaniacal, sociopathic fool who never gave him a birthday? That he had no mother who gave him birth, that his mother was a biovat and his father a gene sequencer?
"It was. . .six months ago. Why?"
The man blinked. "Well, so's I can send you a wave!"
Across the room, one of the mothers yelled out in Japanese, "Tsoro, ready for a game of billiards?"
Tsoro nodded. "Yo!" He turned back to Slight. "Hey, Set-san, don't leave without givin me a date, alright? I want to make sure I wave ya, friend."
Slight nodded, forcing a smile. "Hai." he decided to get out as fast as he could. He found a knawing emptiness inside. What was wrong with him? His demon had an anser for him, as he ducked out into the windy night.
"Everything." It giggled, and with every step, it got louder. By the time he got to the waiting transport, it resounded through his skull like a war-drum, like a meteor impact that resonated into every part of his being, soulless and lost as it was. And when he sat down, it stopped, turned into a soft whisper that burned into his psyche.
Everything.
Yo-Ready (Japanese)
-San- A respectful prefix (such as Mister)
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MERZ and JAYNE move
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Merz is aware of River leaving the room, and cognizant of her words. But they are not to be comprehended at this time and she files them away, attention on other things. Once the burning of the drink passed, she can feel a certain, small warmth in its wake. It is an interesting sensation. Not unpleasant at all. She carefully pours herself a second dose and pulls up an empty chair near the barrel. Rowan comes out from the Galley, bearing the three plates of bao carefully balanced on her arms and distributes them on the table, before taking one herself and savoring it.
Merz also takes a piece and slowly sips and eats, comparing the tastes, together and separately. She is in no hurry – Merz has all night for her first shindig, and desires to make the most of the experience.
Suddenly Jayne seems to make some sort of decision. Never taking some of his attention away from Rowan, he none-the-less takes himself into the kitchen for a water glass-sized tumbler. Walking back to the table, he pours the remainder of his beer into the glass. Then taking up one of the filled shot glasses, he drops it into his beer. “Bottoms up.” he chuckles, drinking about half the glass at one go. “Yeah, that’s the stuff. Now, howza about that chocolate?” He gives a lopsided grin to Rowan.
Merz watches. From the scent, it seems all he has managed to do is dilute the drink – but that may have been his intention. She settles back to her own drink and waits for the rest of the crew to finish up and join them. She wants to share this evening, this first party, with all of her new friends. Who knows what the morrow will bring.
EOM
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Wash's Move:
Location - Bridge
(Slight's Visage is still upon Serenities' cortex moniter, he begins to clean his glasses): "Ah yes, the landing tomorrow. I assume you're sticking around for a while on New Hokkaido?"
(Wash glances back at the moniter, and notices that Slight looks... under the weather?): "I don't know how long we're gonna stay... but it'll be a couple'a weeks until Zoe-baby and I will be able to come back, we've got reservations to New Hokkaido's best resourt. We'll be flying, just not in Serenity."
EOM
The time is: (21:08 AMT (09:08 pm) Nobody reads these things anyway.
Decoy, they make me go first.
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Bolo's Move
Location - Personal ship
He'd been tracking them awhile now, funny they hadn't noticed, he wasn't one to hide, but no complaints either..... by now it was easy to figure out their current path.... New Hokkaido.
Onward he would follow, silent and patient, he was moving in the right direction too. Everything now seemed to center around New Hokkaido, and soon enough he'd be there, and could finally finish his mission. Finally rid himself of the casket and the abomination inside to whom he owed so much.
EOM
Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke, I collect stuffed penguins, if you don't tell I won't.
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RIVERs move
LOCATION – OUTSIDE BRIDGE
She hums softly to herself as she moves quietly and slowly up the hallway.
RIVER
“Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.”
River is still listening, feeling, trying to grasp what impressions are coming to her. But it is still too far away to be certain of more than it’s presence.
Kaylee is standing outside of the bridge, silent and pensive, one hand unconsciously rubbing the other. As River approaches she remembers – there was something she wanted to tell Kaylee. Something important. So she takes one of Kaylee’s hands and waits until she has her attention. Kaylee looks at her and smiles.
KAYLEE
“What is it mei mei?”
River smiles at her.
RIVER
“I love Simon. You are my friend. It’s OK if you love Simon too. I don’t mind.”
EOM
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Location - Book's Dorm
Mal eases up on clenching Books shoulders - but still holds his eye.
MAL
... back to his normal voice - slightly slurry ...
"I wonder what ole Red-Eye has gotten him and the Doc inta now ... best we sort it out, I suppoz."
Mal heads towards the slider and at the ver last second, he very unsteadly grabs the sports bottle filled with the premium hi-proof hootch.
MAL
... mumbling, ONLY just coherently ...
"Cann ... hee Canton ... fergit Jayne's prezzie..."
Mal wanders down the wrong end of the hall softly singing the "Hero of Canton" in a soused, slightly off key tenor.
MAL
... Almost running into the dead end and tumbling back down the incline ... mumbling yet again when he turns to BOOK ...
"When did Kaylee put in a bulkhead here? Did I auteriz ... author ... ah nutbunnies ..."
EOM
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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OOC: Not much to add; just a little "I'm still here!" post
Inara's move.
LOCATION - GALLEY
The bao smelled delightful, she thought, watching Rowan dig in. Merz was quietly observing too, Jayne was getting in to the chocolate, and Kaylee had slipped off.
The Companion watched the shindig unfold around her, observing people with a quiet smile. They could all certainly do with blowing off some steam...
EOM
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Slights Move:
Slight shakes out of his memories. Past is past. He needs to focus. Maybe figure out some diplomacy?
Wash. . .While we have time. How attached are those four to the doctor? The news I have is troublesome, and will not be welcome. Seeing Wash's look of concern, Slight is quick to continue. He's not dead, but. . .well, there is a problem. A pretty big one. Crap. This is getting harder and harder.
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Book's Move
Location: Hallway
Book leans a shoulder underneath Mal's arm and leads him away from the bulkhead which he appears intent upon walking into. "Captain, we're needed on the bridge." Book says as he continues to walk Mal through the cargo bay and up the fore stairway.
As they reach the top of the stairs, Mal stumbles into Book heavily and they both tumble to the metal grating. Arms and legs in a tangle as Book tries to help them both to rise at once, trying to talk Mal through which leg should go where, the attempt to regain their feet fails and they both fall back to the floor again, laughing.
Up the hallway in the bridge, Wash turns around at the sound, notices their predicament and with an easy chuckle turns back around to what he was looking at.
EM
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION: The Galley Shindig.
Watching Jayne combine the Blue Sun brew and Kaylee's ever so potent elixir into one glass, Rowan about expects some manner of chemical reaction that results in noxious green gas and maybe even fireworks. She's pretty disappointed then when the two concoctions calmly combine, although it nearly turns her stomach to watch him drink it.
JAYNE (chuckles): “Bottoms up.”.
Da jia huo still has some mischief on his mind. Exactly what, she's entirely uncertain, but lifts her fourth shot anyway.
ROWAN: "Gan bei."
She downs it quickly and feels the fire in her stomach kick up a notch. Might have to ease off a bit, unless she wants to end up unconscious under the dining table.
JAYNE: “Yeah, that’s the stuff. Now, howza about that chocolate?”
Eyeing that lopsided grin, which he probably figures is charming - and very nearly is - Rowan grins at the prospect. She heads for the box again, opening the flaps to pull out a bar. She was right - it's Hsin Si, from the most exclusive chocolatiery on Sihnon.
Sighing, she removes the wrapper and takes a long, deep breath that ends in a small moan of extreme pleasure. Opening eyes that had gone closed of their own volition, she gives Jayne a look that would make any man sit up and take notice.
ROWAN: "Now this is the stuff."
Breaking off half, she holds it out to him as she runs her tongue over her upper lip
ROWAN (in Chinese): "Little boy want a piece of candy?"
EOM
OOC: Rowan's had TOO much to drink already... yup, far far far too much.
hsin si = delight; great pleasure; joy.
da jia huo = big fella
gan bei = Dry cup or Dry Glass - basically, "Bottom's up"
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