On the Way to Persephone #3- Life On Board Serenity
POSTED BY: SameErtia
UPDATED: Monday, May 1, 2006 22:29
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*A soft knock comes from 13's bunk, but the door opens without permission. River is clutching a large, heavy burlap sack. She empties it, and a pair of strong, human legs fall out*
Pieced this together with spare parts, and some fleshfoam I stole from your bag. I replaced the old steel joints with a durable elastomer.
They should install/attach with relative ease, and if my estimations are correct, the fauxnerves will be in sync with your transmitter chip, unless you adjust the wavelength.
You'll just need Simon to sew them on and they should connect automatically. *She turns away briskly, and leaves with her head held high*
...Thank you.
SIMON!!
I think a little chaos is in order.
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Ertia still feels a guilty about overindulging. After all, it's not like they held the bottle to her lips or anything. But it feels good to have someone to share the load. They may actually get everything done before they reach Persephone!
She's not entirely sure that this isn't some trick by the rest of the crew to make it look like she's shirking duty, but if it is, she means to make the most of it.
She grins happily to herself as Pain heads off to make sure the passenger dorms are clean. He hates laundery worse than she does!
Seeing Ari and Deep Water come, she greets them by waving her scrubbrush. "Heya, Ari, DW, hope you two don't mind if we scrub under your feet?"
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*Pain walks towards the laundry station carrying four duffle bags of laundry, each belonging to a High Charity crew member. Pain mutters to himself*
I ain't no gorram maid. I'll be glad when those ta ma de hun dans are off this ship so's that I won't have to stoop to being so gorram nice to them anymore.
*Pain stops in front of the laundry machine. He opens the washing bin's door, opens up a duffle bag, dumps its contents into the bin, closes the door, presses the wash button and somewhat patiently waits for load of laundry to cycle through the washing/autodry cycle.*
*Pain takes out the pack of smokes, pulls out a cigarette, lights it and mutters to himself, as he puts the three-fourths empty pack back in his shirt pocket*
This is the last gorram time I ever play someone's ruttin' maid and don't get nothin' in return.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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*13 exits his bunk uneasily, feeling the steel beneath his feet. Simon leaves quickly, cleaning his scalpel and feeling slightly afraid*
*13 wanders aimlessly, just enjoying the feel of the new legs. River did an excellent job*
*And as he heads to the cargo bay to address the crew, the ghost of a smile flits across his face..*
HIGH CHARITY'S LOCATION: 600 M FROM SERENITY
CanadianLancer: Signal, gotta send a signal...reception, reaction, reactors fried..
Monid: ,,,,.. (whoops, he's dead..)
I think a little chaos is in order.
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*Ari smiles at the offer to have his feet washed, and peels of his socks melodramatically*
Don't mind if I do...get Pain to give DW a back rub, wontcha?
Moi Passepartout
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Ertia groans and mutters to herself, "Never drinking again. Never ever ever ever drinking..."
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*Pain sticks the freshly washed and dryed first load of laundry back into the first duffle bag, opens the second bag, dumps its contents into the machine and pushes the wash/autodry button again. Mutters to himself while puffing out smoke from his cigarette.*
Really hate doin' this. Yep I really hate doin' this.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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*13 is, for some reason, singing to himself..*
I knew if I had my chance, I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy, for awhile...
*He passes a limping JRC, who picks up the DOn McLean tune..*
February made me shive, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, *he passes Fly, who handles the next lyric..*
I couldn't take one more step! I can't remember if i cried, the day I heard of his widowed bride, but something touched me deep inside, the day..*Ertian, Ari, and DW sing together..*
...the music....died..
I think a little chaos is in order.
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"Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dryyyyyyyyyyyyy," Ertia feels better already as she sings along and scans the freshly scrubbed and polished cargo bay. Nothing like an old song to brighten the dark!
"Come on, Fly, we'd better go see Kaylee about the exhaust ducts." She pauses, looks around puzzled, "What exactly ARE exhaust ducts?"
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*Pain hears the sound of people singing and trys to remember what song they're singing as he unloads the second load of laundry into its duffle bag. He finally reconizes it as he puts in the third load, hits the button, smiles and hums to himself but still hating having to do other people's laundry. He flicks his cigarette to the ground, snuffs it out, takes out a new one and lights it, thinking to himself as he hums the old tune*
One more gorram load left. Only one more gorram load of ruttin' laundry left and then I get to see what other excitin' chores Ertia wants me to do next.
EDITED TO ADD: Where in the corner of No and Where are JRC, Radar, RocketJock, and Jonestein?
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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