GR RP 'Adventures In GunRunning' ACT 26

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MANIACNUMBERONE

Friday, June 3, 2005 6:46 PM

Book's Move
Location: Bridge

Book watches with a worried look as Mal exits the bridge. He turns back to the cortex and nods at the screen. "I think I need to hear that transmission from Slight again. I feel there's something I missed first time through." He moves over to the empty chair and begins to try deconstructing the message. "This is going to take some time." He says under his breath. Turning to speak to the remaining crew still on the bridge, he smiles. "Why don't you all go relax for a little while... captain's orders. I can take care of this. I'll let you know when I get anything." He waits until most of the crew start to depart then turns his full attention back to the screen. Almost immediately, a satisfied grunt escapes his lips as the message from Slight flips on its side and begins to show some hidden layers of unfiltered data. Before the crew has gone too far, he calls after them, "If you can find her, will you send River up here?"

EM

BROKENCHILDE

Monday, June 6, 2005 8:01 AM

RIVER'S MOVE
LOCATION - BRIDGE (and thereabouts)

"If you can find her, will you send River up here?"

To normal people-- like the ones that have since disappeared out of the bridge-- hearing their name is like a homing signal. To the sensitive, a bright torch lighting the way.

To River, already halfway to the bridge anyways, Book's question is the sun on a clear day. She ponders calling for Kaylee's help, assuming the Captain is his usual self and locked down the Cortex, but there's no time.

Chaos waits for no being.

Climbing the last stairs, River sees only the Shepherd between her and the Cortex, and nods. "Secrets need to be cracked. They ignore the obvious and take bad scars and missing needles." A glance to the instrument board, and she spots Wash's t-rex; but the extinct, plastic animal can't actually talk. Too bad.

"Can you ignore it?"

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

CAPNRAHN

Monday, June 6, 2005 11:18 PM

MAL & DAMON BLENDED POST:

LOCATION – MERZs DORM
As ...

{CAMERA START POSITION: DAMON BOSTER}
DAMON
…sighing again and looks down at his scarred hands in his lap...
…"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."

{CAMERA SWITCH : MALCOLM REYNOLDs PERSPECTIVE}
MAL
… first appraising DAMON and then in his best sergeant growl…
“And that is your problem, not knowin’ the signs in plain sight. She insured you WOULD NOT be shot. Iffn Merz hadn’t strong-armed ya – you would be d---e---a---d!!!”

{CAMERA SWITCH : DAMON BOSTERs PERSPECTIVE}
DAMON mulls that over, confused. He has lived with the fear of death for so long, has he lost the ability to recognize when his own actions could make a difference? He shakes his head. Death, confinement, freedom, life – it all blends together in his mind. DAMON sighs, brow furrowed. Without looking up he begins unbuttoning his shirt and lowers it to expose his shoulders – the mark he hates visible to MAL. With a deep inhale, he speaks, softly

DAMON
… eyes still downcast, away from the brand…
“What does this mean to you? To me it means that someone has had the power of life and death over me for a long time. It means I am still owned, no matter how far away I run. It means that anyone who wants a quick profit has the right to take me and hold me; sell me back and profit off of my pain. It means that however far I roam, I am NOT free.”

DAMON slowly began to look up, brown eyes blazing intently from under his lowered brows. He catches MALs eyes and holds them steadily. DAMON does not speak - he is expecting MALs reaction to be one of shocked revelation.

{CAMERA SWITCH : MALCOLM REYNOLDs PERSPECTIVE}
MAL watches the minute changes in the darkened pupils of DAMON. Notes the defiant expectations that lie within. Suddenly, MALs head begins to describe tiny left to right arcs that increase in swing. All the while, his jaw spasms as if choking back an angry retort. MAL valiantly tries to hold back the emotion – so much that tears begin to dribble from the corners of his eyes.

MAL looses this battle … with a great inhale and squeezing shut of his eyes, MAL lets loose.

A single gale of suppressed, and wholly alcohol radiant, laughter nearly singe DAMONs nosehairs. In this blast of emotion, DAMON can only sit dumbfounded as MAL stumbles back and activates the bunkrooms lone fold-down seat.

MAL
… flopping down bonelessly into the had shell seat…
“BAWWWWHAHAHAHAHHHHHhhhhhhhaaaaa…”

MAL recaptures his composure. So suddenly re-captured – as to be called abruptly and every other synonym possible that indicates a light-to-dark switch from one precariously perched emotion to its dichotomous end of the swaying see-saw of sanity -
- ...in other words, he continues in a deadly serious tone and expression…
“You … you… …suddenly remembers what he called DAMON before he entered the bunk… *fang zong feng kuang de jie … always thinkin’ you is the only one to go through sumptin that was a real horro-show…”

MAL unbuttons his shirts middle 2 buttons. He pries the shirt apart with thumb and forefinger of his left hand. Within this exposed diamond of flesh, his right hand indicates the large chewed and blistered scar that NISKAs pet machine left. Unconsciously, he uses his right forefinger to trace the irregular circle within triangle

…continues,

DECOY

Thursday, June 9, 2005 2:01 PM

Wash’s Move:
Location - Bridge to Location - Front Hall

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 Zoë’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!!!!!!"

(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.)

(Zoë 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.)

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

Book: (looking at the screen) "I think I need to hear that transmission from Slight again. I feel there's something I missed first time through." (He moves over to the empty chair and begins to try deconstructing the message.): "This is going to take some time." (He says under his breath. Turning to speak to the remaining crew still on the bridge, he smiles.): "Why don't you all go relax for a little while... captain's orders. I can take care of this. I'll let you know when I get anything." (He waits until most of the crew start to depart then turns his full attention back to the screen. Almost immediately, a satisfied grunt escapes his lips as the message from Slight flips on its side and begins to show some hidden layers of unfiltered data. Before the crew has gone too far, he calls after them): "If you can find her, will you send River up here?"

(Wash, turning to Zoë): “Ok, ài rén, Let’s go down and do some recreating, I really am starting to feel the need for it.” (Wash puts his arm around Zoë, and as they get to the door, pass River, who is entering the bridge. Wash gestures with his free arm to Zoë) “Ladies first…” (Wash watches appreciatively as she steps in front of him, and walks down the steps leading aft.)

(The time is 21:30 AMT (09:30 PM) Yes it was a dark and stormy night,
somewhere…
out there…
in the black…)

- EOM -

Notes:
ài rén = sweetheart

Decoy, they make me go first.

CHANNAIN

Saturday, June 11, 2005 6:35 PM

ROWAN'S MOVE
GALLEY

Before Inara can answer, River appears from the rear access leading back to the engine room. The girl is in a rush toward the bridge, focused internally on something so intensely that she nearly ignores everyone in the room.

That is until she slows just enough to make eye contact.

RIVER: "2.6 more micrograms of chalk will create an ideal surface for ball to cue contact."

Rowan stops, the chalk poised over the tip of the cue and watches the girl depart toward the bridge. What surprises her more, she wonders; that River would know such an extraneous factoid, or that in every preoccupied state the girl has been stranded in since Rowan came on board, she always seems to have something insightful to say. In particular, to Rowan.

Watching the girl go, Rowan sees River and Kaylee pass in the hallway. Kaylee gives River the usual light-hearted smile, despite the fact that River just breezes on by. Nonplussed, Kaylee continues into the galley and gives Rowan the same smile as she heads for the bao.

Equal treatment for everyone is Kaylee's MO – that and do good and good comes back to you. Rowan has to wonder how such unmitigated innocence can still exist in the 'verse.

Then the hand-held at her waist vibrates. Switching the cue to the same hand holding the chalk, she pulls it out and checks the display which tells her someone else has entered Merz's cabin, where Damon is. Leaning back, she's in time to see Reynolds from head to waist as he descends.

Well... at least he's not leaving Damon in there indefinitely. Could be they finally have a conversation that brings them to an understanding. That factor seems fairly important to Reynolds – that he understand any and all motivations. He never seems to need the information up front, though, which might indicate a certain level of instant trust. That in itself is unusual, particularly for a Browncoat.

Then again, there's a lot of things about this Browncoat that are pretty gorram strange.

Slipping the handheld back into her waist band, Rowan turns her attention back to Merz and the table.

ROWAN: "Care to try your hand at the break?"

EOM

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MERZEDESTROY

Monday, June 13, 2005 3:42 PM

MERZ MOVE

LOCATION - GALLEY

ROWAN “Care to try your hand at the break?”

Before ROWAN spoke, MERZ heard the faint buzz/vibration from ROWANs small device, and that coincides with other sounds she has heard. So, ROWAN is keeping an eye on DAMON. Good. MERZ takes another small sip from her shot glass and reaches for the cue. “Yes”

RIVER had seemed to think the cue needs more chalk. Well, MERZ cannot judge that for herself yet. Holding the cue close to her eyes she closely examines the amount of blue chalk on the end of the stick. Picking up the chalk she carefully rubs it over the already dusted surface, attempting to apply a fraction more. When she judges the correct level has been reached, MERZ smiles at ROWAN and approaches the head of the table. She remembers how to break. Watching closely, one would be able to see that MERZ looks slightly less like ROWAN this time, there is more of herself in the stance and the set-up. Before leaning into position, she closes her eyes and inhales/exhales very slowly, and on the exhale her muscles visibly relax, particularly across her back and shoulders where they are visible on the bare arms and beneath the tight shipsuit.

Eyes on the table, mind on the game MERZ speaks. “It starts with the break” and smoothly drawing the cue backwards, she strikes the cue ball dead on and sends it towards the assembled balls.

EOM

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

ASTRIANA

Saturday, June 18, 2005 1:51 AM

ZOE'S MOVE:
LOCATION - BRIDGE
as...

WASH (to ZOE): “Ok, ài rén, Let’s go down and do some recreating, I really am starting to feel the need for it.”

WASH puts his arm around ZOE and gestures with his free arm.

WASH: “Ladies first…”

ZOE feels WASH's eyes on her as she steps in front of him, leading the way to the galley. Heading down the stairs, she puts a little extra swing into her hips... just enough to make him miss a step.

At the bottom of the stairs, she turns and steps into his arms, putting her head down near his.

ZOE (soto voce): "Maybe when we've made sure everyone's followin' the Capn's 'orders,' and had a little refreshment, we'll have time for a little... recreation... of our own."

On that note, she grins slyly as she takes his hand and steps through the doorway into the galley.

EOM

~Astriana~

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

DECOY

Tuesday, June 21, 2005 3:24 PM

Wash's Move:
Location - Front Hall to Location - Galley

(Zoë to Wash, soto voce): "Maybe when we've made sure everyone's followin' the Capn's 'orders,' and had a little refreshment, we'll have time for a little... recreation... of our own."

(Wash, looking from some of Zoë’s assets, to the flashing pink lights in the ceiling of the gallery.): "Recreation is ok, but right now I’ll take chocolate and bao, (wince)pink or any other color, for that matter.” (To Zoë, directly): "Let’s maybe build up our strength by eating, ok? I mean, you’re planning on taking my strength later, right?”

(Wash walks over to the stove, and grabs a plate, and several balls of bao, and moves over to the table, not waiting for Zoë.)

(The time is 21:31 AMT (09:31 PM) But since the Cortex Audio/Video Recording Unit in Jayne’s dorm is flashing 00:00, he might not be aware.)

- EOM -

Decoy, they make me go first.

DECOY

Tuesday, June 21, 2005 6:27 PM

Wash's Move:
Location - Galley

(Wash sits his plate down on top of the table, and watches around a dozen different colors of balls rocket around the table from Merz’s break… several balls pop over his plate)

(To Merz, with a bite of bao): “Nice break, can you see thru me enough to play on?”

(The time is 21:32 AMT (09:32 PM). I know this, because I know, O.K.?)

- EOM -

Decoy, they make me go first.

CHANNAIN

Thursday, June 23, 2005 3:31 PM

ROWAN'S MOVE
GALLEY

MERZ: "Yes"

Simple answer to a simple request. Rowan also noted that Merz looked at her just as the hand held buzzed to alert her to Reynolds' visit with Damon. Could she only hear it, or could she actually feel the vibration in the air? Just how sensitive could her sensory reception be?

Watching Merz go through the motions is like watching a computer program play itself out. First the acknowledgement of the action to be taken, then the action itself. Granted, it all happens in a matter of split seconds, but the lack of natural movement is easily discernable for someone who's looking for it. Taking the cue stick from Rowan's hand, Merz's brows draw together all but imperceptivity as she examines the tip. Obviously taking River's advisement to heart, she tries her hand at chalking and Rowan can't help the smile, thinking that it's like watching a child trying things out for the first time.

With a little satisfied nod, Merz gives her a smile and moves to the head of the table. She takes her stance, somewhat differently from the first time, as if adjusting her own musculature to the task rather than attempting to adopt Rowan's own. Her hand changes position too, and she seems to prefer looping her index finger over the cue to steady it for the break. Leaning into it, she takes her aim as her breathing becomes more regulated. Then on a smooth exhale, her beautifully defined muscles loosen, softening her appearance somewhat.

MERZ (Rowan voce) "It starts with the break."

Rowan blinks in surprise, trying to decide if she really did hear her own voice coming out of Merz's mouth. She's changed her voice before, certainly - at least twice that Rowan can recall. As she's trying to adjust to the notion that Merz has imprinted that much of her own aspect, Merz executes a sterling, media-quality break. Near poetic in its perfection.

At the same time, Wash sets his plate on top of the table, causing several of the balls to fade in and out. The hand held vibrates again to inform her of the obstacles encountered and no doubt to alert her that the system has self-adjusted to compensate. Two of the balls hop over his plate and sail off in unintended directions.

Merz gives him a curious look, then turns to Rowan in time to see the rolling of her jade green eyes. This used to happen all the time on the Rembrandt.

WASH (To Merz, with a bite of bao): “Nice break, can you see thru me enough to play on?”

ROWAN: "Well now, that depends."

Moving to Merz, she takes the stick from her before going around to where Wash is already helping himself to a chair. After he's settled and checking out the holo-billiards set up as he eats, Rowan moves in behind him. Pressing close, she folds her arms around his head and is able to set up a shot on the two. Well aware that the man's wife is in the room, watching a beautiful woman cozy up close, Rowan feels Wash go completely still when her breasts press against his shoulders.

ROWAN: "If you're willing to consider yourself an obstacle, we can certainly work in a points system.

EOM

(The time is 21:32 AMT (09:32 PM). So says he who goes first.)

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