GR RP 'Adventures In GunRunning' ACT 25
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Monday, May 30, 2005 17:34
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LOCATION - FRONT HALL, JUST OUTSIDE THE BRIDGE
As ...
Book and Mal are still in a guffawing tangle at the base of the stairs up to the Bridge. Mal attempts to grab the railing and haul himself up. Problem was that Book had the selfsame idea. So it was a shock to both of them to have grabbed and yanked on a warm fleshy railing instead of cold hard iron one. The pizzled* shock ran comically across each of their features as, in slow-motion, both yanked each other into a pirouetting spiral back to a thudding clang on the deck.
Only a half-second rambled by before both attempted to scramble to their feet. Again, another problem decided to present itself is a spectacular manner: Their legs were an in a tangled knot. In the resultant flurry of motion, Mal ends up on his knees in front of Book, while Book has ALMOST made it to his feet. At that moment Mal tries to shove up to his feet. In full bore motion, he accidentally head-butts Book in the abdomen. With a WHOOOSH of air, Book doubles over Mal's back and in falling, nearly drives Mal's head back down into his boots.
Laughing like a loon, Mal unsteadily rotates Book off his back to the third step on the stairs. Mal than plops down with a booming rattle of deckplates in front of the wheezing Book.
Mal's laughing stops abruptly as he looks into Book's purpling face. As he leans forward in inebriated concern, Book erupts. Gales of laughter assail Mal's upturned face. The peals of laughter nearly blowing his hair back as if in a strong wind.
Squinting his eyes in the torrent of Bookish air, Mal begins to giggle and cackle. With a hearty hand offered to Book, he wobbly helps him up and they support each other as they ascend, bouncing off the rails, to the Bridge.
BOOK
...stuttering with gasping laughter...
"I ...heehee... think ...gasssssngk... I ...nheee... broke ...hoheehoheehee... my ...heeheeheeeeeeee... toe"
EOM
*Pizzled : yes pizzled, pished, frothed and any other euphemisms for being reallllllly wasted!
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Slights Move:
It feels itself being turned over. It hears sound. Filled with suffer, it grabs at the other. The eyes open and stare at the other. It can only whisper word, not think out loud.
Help
EOM
Wizards Eighth Rule: Deserve Victory
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION: The Galley Shindig – smishing Jayne’s face into the table
Hearing the uproar – clank, CRASH, shout, BANG, mumble, wap – from the hallway, Rowan freezes and looks around. It doesn’t sound like they’re coming her way, more like up by the bridge. Moving off of Jayne – who gives a disgruntled groan – and moves to the stairs to peer up the hallway.
Seeing the Shepherd and Reynolds in what looks like a tussle between two penguins on the ice – which she only actually saw on vid TV when she was a kid – she waits until the two men are in dual heaps of laughter. Mal’s high-pitched cackling gives her cause to smile. He sounds like a little boy who can’t get over an incessant giggle fit.
ROWAN: “’Scuse me fellas, but whatever it is you’ve been sharing, feel free to bring it on down. Bao’s done, and shindig’s starting!”
Turning around, she eyes Jayne again, who is rubbing the side of his face that impacted the table first. He’s giving her a fiercely leery look, like a man told to go into a dark forest while the werewolves are howling in the background.
She smiles and gives him the “come hither.”
ROWAN: “Now... where were we?”
EOM
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INTERLUDE 0 Part 2
LOCATION - HERA OUTBACK
As ...
A brisk predawn cirrico swirls a dense column of sand against what would loosely be called the mouth of a cave. Inside a diminutive figure in the tatters of an expensive suit lies motionless in a fetal position. Sheets of sand drift in and slowly commit layers upon layers of grit upon the body.
EOI
"Observe Analyze & Respond"
Motto of the A.P.E.s
Alliance Protean Engineers
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MERZ move - Supplemental
Blindly, eyes still rolled back into her head, Merz reaches for the chocolate and breaks off another small piece.
She wants to experience that again, but fears too much at once ...
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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DAMONs move
LOCATION – MERZ DORM (lockdown)
His quiet musing is interrupted by muted thumping, crashing, and assorted giggling. His first thought ~ Well, glad someone is having fun.~ But he does not continue in that vein. He knows why he is here and cannot completely fault Captain Reynolds for it. Damon only hopes he is not … forgotten.
His quiet time has given him pause. He knows that something has to change. What … how … that eludes him. He has been on the run, been hunted too long.
Damon sighs into the darkness. If he could bring himself to show weakness he suspects there are persons aboard Serenity that would help him, like Xiang helped him. But who to ask and how. Captain Reynolds is too distracted right now, and besides he is ‘authority’. The Shepherd, maybe. Book would be sympathetic at least and possibly safe. The rest of the crew – well they all have their concerns right now. But he could have a place here, if he chose. If he could learn to trust them.
Rowan, now she tried to stand up for him, to Jayne even. That was impressive. Course she can take care of herself, Damon can see that. Maybe he could talk to her, get some advise. Merz … He shook his head. She showed her colors already, and besides she don’t understand the simple stuff. How’s she gonna understand what his life has been like. Still angry at her betrayal, he pushes aside the truth that some of what she has revealed of her life sounds so familiar to him. If she betrays him once, she will do it again. Best not to give her the chance.
He opens his eyes to the darkness, and speaks aloud. "Today is a turning point. I gotta make a decision now – where do I go from here. That’s all there is to it."
He turns his thoughts in that direction, weighing possibilities. And waiting for Reynolds, or someone to come and … free him.
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Jayne's move - The Galley Shindig
Blindly, eyes still rolled back into her head, Merz reaches for the chocolate and breaks off another small piece.
Jayne stretches out his shoulder as he turns his back on the retreating Rowan. A loud crack is emitted before he stops craning it about. Jayne's eyes find Merz at the table, making the most interesting facial expressions. He'd seen them on women before, but normally Jayne was a lot closer than this.
Jayne lays his hand on the back of a chair and drags it up next to Merz. "Good stuff, ain'it?" he asks, assuming a similar casual sitting pose to her own. From here, Jayne can still watch Rowan. She's coming back towards the table, eyeing him as he rubs his jaw. Jayne doesn't hesitate to give her a dark look, and she returns with a challenging smirk and the words, "Now... where were we?"
"I believe you was showin' us the fine art of theft and surprise attack." Jayne offers. He turns to Merz, who is still less than coherent. Funny how that happened just as she took food from Rowan... Jayne eyes the diminutive green-eyed girl suspiciously.
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MERZ move
LOCATION - Uncertain. Maybe Serenity, maybe Nirvana …
The second piece is just as … interesting as the first. She is awash in the unfamiliar sensations brought on by that small piece of, oh, just what is IN this ‘chocolate’. She had not thought to question. There are things she has been warned about, not that it would have stopped her today. She takes in a deep breath and tries to pull herself together. Someone pulls up a chair next to her and gets comfortable. “Good stuff, ain'it?”
Merz makes a valiant effort to straighten out, and opens her eyes.
(HLASTONI VOICE) “Wuh duh ma huh ta duh fung-kwong duh wai-shung doh”. and then, “That is most … interesting.”
She is aware that her mouth is dry, and that her heart is … racing. She places one delicate hand over the pulse point under the right side of her jaw and feels the hard, fast beat. Also interesting and …unpleasant. Shaking her head she reaches for the water glass and drains the contents. Setting it back on the table she turns to Jayne.
MERZ “Is there a point to chocolate or is it only a drug? The effects are quite dramatic, if that is the correct word. The taste however is - , ” she struggles for a word. … nice.”
She picks up her empty shot glass and reaches for the barrel again. This is going to be an interesting night. Merz shrugs off a small sense of … foreboding. Tonight: no minders, no keepers, no siblings and no commander. To quote an old friend ~…Tonight I’m gonna sin my own sins, and tomorrow will take care of itself…~ Tomorrow, she will understand.
EOM
Wuh duh ma huh ta duh fung-kwong duh wai-shung doh = Holy mother of God and all her wacky nephews
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Jayne's move - The Galley Shindig
Jayne jerks his head to look at Merz, sitting adjacent him, as another deep voice comes out of her, swearing like a Chinese teraformer. "That is most ... interesting."
"Ya been eating it or reading it?" Jayne snickers.
Merz returns with a blank, wide-eyed stare as she checks her pulse, which makes Jayne aware of his own hand coddling his jaw. He moves it away.
"Is there a point to chocolate or is it only a drug?"
Jayne's face suddenly congeals into anger and worry. His hands ball together and he shouts overtop of the rest of Merz's words. "Ta ma de! You been drugged, girl? Who dunnit? Can ya tell me who?" Jayne is standing now, casting his eyes between Merz and Rowan.
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Book's Move
Location: Hallway
Rowan's head pops out the doorway and back in.
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ROWAN -: “’Scuse me fellas, but whatever it is you’ve been sharing, feel free to bring it on down. Bao’s done, and shindig’s starting!”
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Half leaning on Mal, half supporting him, Book weaves down the hallway towards the bridge. Kaylee and River appear from the Galley doorway to offer their assitance. "We're alright now, thank you ladies." Book says, covering his slight discomfort, hoping they will buy it.
They turn and continue down the hallway. Trying to look a little less drunk as they go up the short set of steps outside the bridge, Book tests his toe experimentally. "I don't think I broke it... It's bruised though, I bet." As they enter the bridge, Wash is seated at the comm, Zoe standing behind him in a characteristic pose. Zoe turns.
EM
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