GR RP 'Adventures In GunRunning' ACT 26
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 6, 2007 05:00
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MERZ move
LOCATION - GALLEY
ZOË “I could probably use the workout, since WASH here seems to be able to find recreation in his own head. Now, husband, I’ll let you answer out guest’s question about the meaning of ‘had’.”
A glance at WASH shows he will be no assistance, there is a rush of blood coming to his face, as well as a smile. MERZ cocks her head, thinking. Ah, yes. Overheard conversations between others she has known, Hlastoni particularly … he means … MERZ shakes her head. They make such a fuss over simple, tension release functions. She turns back to the game, no longer particularly interested.
WASH”You’re going to make Jayne go to his bunk for some relaxation, aren’t you?” ~ … ah, good. I did understand …~
ROWAN“By sinking the 9, you automatically win. You’d get extra points too, but as we are not tracking points, let’s just say you’re well on your way to becoming dangerous at the game.”
~dangerous?~ MERZ watches ROWAN set up the game once again.
ROWAN “The break is yours this time. Call me over if you’ve got questions.
As ROWAN moves away, MERZ prepares to absorb herself in the game once again. She is aware of the smell of smoke, hot wiring, burning insulation, but there are no alarms. No one is screaming. And there are voices on the bridge, where the faint trace is coming from. Good enough, she is not needed at this time. With another sip of her drink, MERZ circles the table, and breaks … unaware that she has not spoken to anyone.
EOM
Once you pull the pin, Mr. Handgrenade is no longer your friend.
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Slights move:
The front of the box groans into view through the Inner corrider. Behind it, Slight can be seen, his eyes squinted tight from exhaustion, pain and effort. Finally getting it to the door, he leans his body against the edge of it. His elbow bumps one oddly shaped square, and the ornate panel slides off, instead revealing the inside of the paneling. Slight edges his head around, and instantly recognizes the type of circuitry. It's cryo, but. . .it's. . .very cryo. Slight can't of any other way to describe it. The nearness to absolute zero is disturbing to say the least.
He staggers over to the comm, slaps it on. Move it.
Our scars remind us/That the past is real
I'm awake/But my world is half asleep.
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Malachi's Move
Location: same... his bridge
"Move it yerself, Mr. Almighty." Malachi grunts beligerently. He doesn't move to help, but stays exactly where he is, closes his eyes, puts his feet up on the desktop in front of him, and tries to ignore any thoughts coming to him from Slight. "That one is gonna drive me to insanity" He mumbles under his breath.
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River's Move
LOCATION - BRIDGE
"I won't ask, because I'm sure that you know what you're doing under there."
RIVER's pause and smile are confident. Like a hunter and their favourite prey. The prey that is currently less blurry and less riddled with static as the message plays yet again.
"This is almost beyond me. He seems to have taken a lot of trouble hiding what he really wanted to say..."
A lot of trouble. She frowns at the remaining garble, tired of the long riddles and thinning medicine in her blood, and shakes her head. "The jungle is very full of snakes today," she complains to the air, and looks at BOOK's fingers.
"He might have meant this only for you."
A snort, and RIVER shakes her head. "No. Mei-mei is meant for blue hands or red shades. Message is meant to bring the Latin truth to the captain's name." She pauses and looks back at the screen. "They aren't very smart." She pauses again. "Are they?"
EOM
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Mal: "Define interesting."
Wash: "'Oh God, oh God, we're all gonna die?'"
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Wash’s Move:
Location – Galley to Location - Front Hall
(Wash sits up straight suddenly, his chocolate thoughts simply running from his face. Blankly, he looks around, serendipitously, just glancing around the galley. Wash shivers, again gently, as if not wanting to alarm anybody. He relaxes again, and takes a bite from his chocolate bar, bliss rapidly filling his face again. He remarks quietly to no one in particular): “Something’s not right, but I know that this qin ài de chocolate makes everything better.”
(A short time passes, and Wash remarks out loud to Kaylee, who is getting some bao): “Great chocolate, no nuts, just like I like it, but why smoke flavored? Something bad happen to it?” (He visibly sniffs the air, and a look of abject horror settles on his face, as he sees a tell-tail tendril of smoke drift from the Front Hall hatchway. Looking straight at Kaylee, he hurriedly remarks): “Tìan xiâo de either my chicken’s done on the bridge again, or somebody daì ruò mù ji other than Rex is getting into serious trouble!”
(Wash jumps from his chair, and turns to Kaylee, handing her his nearly empty plate. Still holding his chocolate bar, he races out of the Galley, bounding up the steps into the Front Hall, and dashing past the Dorms to the left and the right. Entering the airlock connector between the Hall, and the Bridge, Wash pauses momentarily, catching his breath, and taking a strengthening bite from the bar of chocolate, he looks into the bridge, thru the open door…
As Bager sits at his desk, reading a newspaper, a lackey walks in and sits down, and says in a care-free voice: “Whadda’ ya want wid’ me, mate’ ”. Badger slowly lowers his paper, and flicks his fingers at another lackey, who is standing in the shadows at the edge of the room. A single shot is heard, and Badger remarks to the sitting victim: “Next time, nope, no next time for you.” (He pulls out a slightly dirty handkerchief, and wipes off a few blood droplets from his desktop clock. He notices the time: (21:37 AMT (09:37 PM). “Look here, you clean up this mess, and I’m gonna go get meself a drink. Here’s some cash, go and get one yourself… just not in my bar, I got my reputation to uphold, ya’ know. Oh, do I have any spots on me? Might be hard to explain to the citizenry hw I got myself all bloody.”
- EOM -
Notes:
qin ài de = dear, darling
tìan xiâo de = God knows (heaven/sky only knows)
daì ruò mù ji = dumb as a wooden chicken
Decoy, they make me go first.
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BLENDED POST – MAL{Rahn}/DAMON {Merz}
LOCATION – MERZ’S DORMS/DAMONS TEMPORARY CELL
As ...
Mal stood in silent contemplation of Damon for an immeasurable slice of time. Flashes of the young men and women that had died under his command marched in front of him as if in military review. Then came the innumerable that were killed in the heat of combat. Before his minds eye hundreds, thousands of souls that owed their deaths to Malcolm Reynolds strode silently past. Their steely eyes locked forward until they passed him. With precision, each head snapped to and locked eyes with Mal. With equal precision each arm shot up and saluted the man who was responsible for their demise. One step past Mal, the heads snapped back to the fore. It took all of Mal’s resolve to hold his hand at his side and not acknowledge the salutes. This was the past and you had to live with the decisions one made – even those that were made in the heat of conflict. However, in this dreamscape of responsibility, Mal did not look away from the stares of the dead. Finally, after the unremitting midnight of memory ground to an end, the last marched past. It was Tracy; a grim reproachful stare nearly causes Mal to break. Only until the touch of an intangible hand alights on Mal’s shoulder. He knows this touch, but she is not here, yet always with him. Thus grounded, Mal refocuses on the present, only to find an image of Simon overlaying the reality of Damon. The spectral Simon’s face was filled with anguish and fear. Mal can only stare dumbfounded at the double image.
Looking into that fixed gaze, Damon wondered what was going on inside that man’s head. He watched Mal watch him, stare at him for a long time, first in confusion, and then impatience. Eventually, he dropped his eyes from Mal’s, almost convinced the man was staring at the inside of his skull, or perhaps his soul. He held still and silent for as long as he could, but Reynolds was beginning to give him a serious case of the creeps. Finally, he can’t deal any longer. “What?” he demands belligerently.
Simon looks at Mal with rancor and demands “What?”
MAL
…shaking his head to clear the specters from the past, his eyes glittering in the darkness…
”Contimplatin’ time is over, time to make a choice.”
DAMON “I know, I know.” Damon rubs his face briskly with both hands. “I … want to stay. To be part of this crew. I do! I understand I have … changes to make. I want to … learn a new way of thinking.”
Damon shuffles his feet, hands in his pockets. “I ain’t quite sure how to go about it. I guess you folks can help. So if you’re willing … Please?”
Mal shakes his head in negation. Words, always words, when actions are clearer, more defined.
MAL
… growling in an impatient rumble…
”Yak yak yak, ya said that before and STILL tried to shoot up my crew and boat – TWICE...”
The unsnapping of Mal’s holster sounded like a cannon shot in a high walled canyon. His pistol seemed to magically appear in his hand.
”I got NO need fer a mewling, carping little self-involved catamite among my crew…”
Mal’s eyes shifted to the blackest obsidian as he readied his piece for this chancy action.
EOM
Note - 
, this is the Cap’n – his post are never what you’d expect!
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DRAGONFLY DIRECTOR POST
LOCATION – OUTSIDE MERZ’S DORMS/DAMONS TEMPORARY CELL
As ...
In a lull of conversation in both the Galley and Bridge, within the tiny fragment of time that ship was quiet and still, a single shot rings out and seems to shatter the burgeoning peace of Serenity.
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Book looks up quickly at River as the sound of a shot reaches them. She is already halfway to the door, but she's hesitant. Almost as if deciding whether or not she wanted to go see what the sound that was about happen was going to be caused by.
Glancing back at the controls of Serenity, he makes sure nothing is going wrong. Unfortunately, everything is fine... that means that the bullet didn't go through the hull or any vital ship part, but could've gone through something much more fleshy.
Standing rigidly and boring into River's eyes with his own, he says. "There could be serious trouble. I want you to stay in this room." Going to the intercom, he snaps on the all-ship broadcast, and intones a low "What's going on? Is everyone all right?"
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River's Move
LOCATION - BRIDGE
The bullet's gone, the sound is gone, but the echo is what's bothering her. There were voices before the shot rang out.
But there are no ghosts, and Serenity doesn't talk. Not like them, anyways.
"There could be serious trouble. I want you to stay in this room."
RIVER makes a small face at his order-- yes, it's a wise plan, but she was never one to blindly follow-- and leans against the bulkhead.
The message must not be forgotten. Even if she has to kidnap someone-- WASH, probably, considering his skills-- and start a two-man mission to end the thinning blood and missing crewmember. It's all chaos theory, and it's irritating her.
But BOOK's moving right on with the crisis at hand. "What's going on? Is everyone all right?"
Looking first to BOOK, then back to the hall where the shot started, to the noise of WASH's footsteps as he was nearly to the bridge to inspect the smoke, and finally to the monitor looping the message again, RIVER shakes her head. "Twelve equations to predict the weather patterns reduced to three in a false illusion of convection to eventually predict the nature of a water wheel."
BOOK's brief look of confused displeasure makes her grin a bit. Like the old days. Confusing teachers with their own material. It's almost fun.
"Chaos theory," she shrugs, just as WASH is about to leap onto the bridge, half-ducking all the way lest he get shot too.
Hmm. Maybe he's not the best choice after all. And ZOE would take it personally.
EOM
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Mal: "Define interesting."
Wash: "'Oh God, oh God, we're all gonna die?'"
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DAMONs move
LOCATION – MERZ DORM/DAMONs TEMPORARY CELL
A few moments earlier
The sound of the snap on MALs holster is loud in the small room. Damon tenses as he raises the pistol – and presents it to DAMON, butt first.
MAL
“I got NO need fer a mewling, carping little self-involved catamite among my crew.”
Almost automatically, DAMONs hand rises to take the gun from MAL. He looks at the gun in wonder, amazed at MALs trust in him, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Until MALs words sink in. He - he said - how dare he say … THAT!
DAMONs hands tense. Most importantly, his right hand holding MAL’s pistol tenses and with his finger already on the trigger …
For a moment, DAMON can’t reconcile what he has seen or heard - or done. The sound of the gunshot makes no sense to him, nor the sudden blossom of blood that appears on MAL’s shoulder. The gun is heavy in his hand. His mouth shudders open, to take it back. To apologize. To make it right. He does not understand how … it … happened …
~I’m dead~, DAMON thinks, miserably.
Once you pull the pin, Mr. Handgrenade is no longer your friend.
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