GR RP 'Adventures In GunRunning' ACT 26

CHANNAIN

Wednesday, June 1, 2005 4:33 PM

Rowan's Move
LOCATION - GALLEY

Leaving the bao on the counters behind her, Rowan takes the hand-held and switches on the holo-billiards system. Light rays flood the area on and around the table at first until the system reconfigures itself and the table graphic emerges. Lowering slowly toward the table, it automatically recalibrates to take account of the smaller space. Meanwhile, Rowan snaps open her cue case and puts the two smooth black pieces together. Taking a small block of blue chalk from the auxiliary case on the lower corner. She chalks the cue, looking up to see Merz contemplating the table again. The 9-ball rack is set, and she can tell by Merz's thoughtful expression that she's reviewing what little they did manage to cover last time.

The all-stations intercom clicks on and a somewhat fuggy version of Reynolds' voice sounds out a very succinct announcement.

“Now the rest of ya - GET TA RELAXIN'! We got ta be loose for t'marrow." …with a terrific hull- shattering bellow…"GIT – GO HAVE FUN, OR I’LL TAN YER HIDES!!!” … once more, but with feeling… “NOW … breath… GIT!!!!!!”

Holding the chalk between thumb and forefinger, Rowan manufactures a mock salute toward the general direction of the galley comm speaker even as she ruefully shakes her head.

Rowan: "Boy, when that captain ties one on, he ties it tight, doesn't he?"

Looking over at Inara, she wonders how much the companion might know about the captain's habits in these areas. It's one thing to be a passenger, but these two seem to be in tune to each other somewhat. Not at all the normal status quo, speaking companion and captain.

Rowan: "Is he usually like this when he imbibes?"

EOM

OOC: WOW - relearning color tags might be the hardest part of this. I'm WAY out of practice!

I draw...therefore I am. http://www.mnartists.org/Nora_Leverson
Live in Minnesota? Join the Group! Yahoo Group, that is...
http://tv.groups.yahoo.com/group/MN-Firefly

NOTIFY: Y  | REPLY  | REPLY WITH QUOTE  | PERMALINK  | TOP  | HOME

BROKENCHILDE

Friday, June 3, 2005 2:14 AM

River's move

LOCATION - COMMON AREA

“Now the rest of ya - GET TA RELAXIN'! We got ta be loose for t'marrow... GIT – GO HAVE FUN, OR I’LL TAN YER HIDES!! NOW... GIT!!!!!!”

Mal's voice doesn't stop her ascent to the bridge, though now she's not running as fast. The body movements that match the yell are something to avoid...

So avoid them River does. Pausing just at the stairs, hearing mentions of the Cortex-- part of her twitches to be there right now-- she ignores the pool game, the stomping of drunken feet, and the chaos in her head that's a sure sign that whatever drugs were in her blood before are just about gone.

It's not enough to distract her. She must hear that message. The rest of them might not give a go sen about her brother, but she does.

Nor is she drunk in any way.

River casts a quick glance at the cue in Rowan's hand. "2.6 more micrograms of chalk will create an ideal surface for ball to cue contact."

And then she's off, taking the stairs two at a time to reach the bridge.

EOM


-----
Mal: "Define interesting."
Wash: "'Oh God, oh God, we're all gonna die?'"

NOTIFY: Y  | REPLY  | REPLY WITH QUOTE  | PERMALINK  | TOP  | HOME

ASTRIANA

Friday, June 3, 2005 2:24 AM

ZOE'S MOVE:
LOCATION - BRIDGE

MAL (to ZOE): "I SAID... Doc and Slight will have to sort themselves out - we got our own problems."

MAL turns to WASH and KAYLEE.

MAL (to WASH and KAYLEE): "If the signal ain’t trace’n - we just have to wait till they call again. Fer now, I am a locking the Cortex off and cementing the Navi to Auto – tough pi yen if ya wanna yak on the Core. So Deal. Cap’n’s pee-rog-ah-tive."

Catching MAL's glare as he triggers the ship-wide comm, the corner of ZOE's mouth lifts in a small smile.

MAL: "Now the rest of ya - GET TA RELAXIN'! We got ta be loose for t'marrow. GIT – GO HAVE FUN, OR I’LL TAN YER HIDES!!! NOW (breath) GIT!!!!!!"

ZOE doesn't respond as MAL leaves the bridge, apparently on his own personal mission before "relaxing" a little more himself. She pats WASH's shoulder gently and nods toward the galley and laughs quietly.

ZOE: "Come along, husband. Seems like there's some relaxin' to be done."

END MOVE.

~Astriana~

...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.

NOTIFY: Y  | REPLY  | REPLY WITH QUOTE  | PERMALINK  | TOP  | HOME

ASTRIANA

Friday, June 3, 2005 2:33 AM

KAYLEE'S MOVE:
LOCATION - BRIDGE

MAL (to WASH and KAYLEE): "If the signal ain’t trace’n - we just have to wait till they call again. Fer now, I am a locking the Cortex off and cementing the Navi to Auto – tough pi yen if ya wanna yak on the Core. So Deal. Cap’n’s pee-rog-ah-tive."

KAYLEE makes a small, puttering, "but-but-but" noise, but the Cap'n ain't havin' it. He's already shut down the research they was doin' to find out where that message come from, right there in front of 'her.

MAL: "Now the rest of ya - GET TA RELAXIN'! We got ta be loose for t'marrow. GIT – GO HAVE FUN, OR I’LL TAN YER HIDES!!! NOW (breath) GIT!!!!!!"

KAYLEE jumps slightly at MAL's intensity, but recovers instantly, flashing her trademark smile at her Captain.

KAYLEE: "Alright, Cap', whatever you say... Jus' hope there's still some chocolate left when I get there..."

KAYLEE, feeling a little smug, plunges her hands into her pockets and heads off the bridge, toward the galley and its many delights.

END MOVE.

~Astriana~

...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.

NOTIFY: Y  | REPLY  | REPLY WITH QUOTE  | PERMALINK  | TOP  | HOME

MERZEDESTROY

Friday, June 3, 2005 4:43 AM

DAMONs move

LOCATION – MERZ DORM

His train of thought is interrupted by MALs sudden entrance, so close upon the destruction of the ping grid that he never noticed that minor bit of destruction. As DAMON goes to sit up, MAL is already there, holding him sitting. DAMON holds, his mouth dry, waiting to see what Reynolds has decided.

The intensity of the captain’s convictions comes through even though his words are almost lighthearted in sound. However one glance into those blazing eyes shows differently.

MAL“Ladies and genteelmen, boys and girls – decidi’n time is here. As far as I see, you been more’n a tad Irish since you busted from yer owner. Luck runs out – like yours is doin’ now. Time to swim or sink inta the Black. Actions speak louder than words, ya paranoid muckhead!!! Or is yer mem’rey fouled too?!”

Angry, DAMON has opened his mouth to protest but nothing emerges as MALs voice drops to a lower register. DAMON stops dead. This one is for all the marbles and it may well be, that his very life hinges on the next few moments and his own decision. MAL winds down … “Justify yerself…” he says, in a whisper that speaks to DAMON’s very soul.

Time ceases its flow for a time. Damon returns to his thoughts as he has been running them over and over in his solitude. He adds the fact that MAL at least knows his secret. If he is going to trust it must be now. If he is going to learn trust, for anyone but Xiang, what better place to start but here. Serenity’s crew has shown him nothing but the most infinite patience, he must admit. The actual crew anyway. And Rowan. He sighs and looks up at MAL.

DAMON “Justify myself? I don’t even understand myself right now. But I know this – I have to make a change. Things cannot go on as they have. I think you," he makes a vague, all-encompassing gesture with both hands, still looking Mal in the eyes "and the rest of your crew will stand by me, not let me be taken. I have to believe this." He sighs again and looks down. "Okay, I acted like a idiot. I think once I had justification for that. Maybe not anymore. So, here and now, I will make the effort to not panic, at least not with you and your crew. With one exception. You keep Merz away from me, dong ma? I don’t trust her. And I don’t think you should either."

EOM


Once you pull the pin, Mr. Handgrenade is no longer your friend.

NOTIFY: Y  | REPLY  | REPLY WITH QUOTE  | PERMALINK  | TOP  | HOME

MERZEDESTROY

Friday, June 3, 2005 5:02 AM

MERZ move

LOCATION – GALLEY (Still)

She is watching ROWAN again, noting movements, attitude, the setting of the playing field, the chalking of the cue … At the same time MERZ is pulling in the memories/actions/reactions of their last game. She will do better this time, there is no doubt about that in her mind. That she is also looking forward to it is on a level in her perceptions that she is not used to accessing. The RED ALERT is a distraction at best and she ignores it. She is OFF-DUTY, and besides if Captain Reynolds is calm then it is another error …

She hears and notes every word that Captain Reynolds shouts, but of more interest is the shattering of something. Random pieces of broken equipment trailing wires, comes sliding through the hatch to the crew quarters. Head tilted, MERZ contemplates that. She did not recognize any of the components, and the behavior seems out of character for the captain. She notes the opening of the door to her own quarters; hopes DAMON will be treated with … the concept dances away from her. He will be disciplined and that is appropriate. She would be interested in seeing what that civilian considers discipline. And how much discipline DAMON can take. Another example of the strengths and weaknesses of her new friends. All data is useful.

ROWANs words, "Is he usually like this when he imbibes?" takes her by surprise and she is attempting to formulate a response to a question she cannot answer, when she realizes the question is not intended for her. To cover her slight confusion and open mouth, MERZ raises her shot glass and sips again at KAYLEEs concoction. The more she drinks, the … nicer it is. She sets the glass back down and holds for ROWAN to remember their game.

EOM


Once you pull the pin, Mr. Handgrenade is no longer your friend.

NOTIFY: Y  | REPLY  | REPLY WITH QUOTE  | PERMALINK  | TOP  | HOME