RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 8
POSTED BY: Astriana
UPDATED: Thursday, February 5, 2004 07:54
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Kaylee's Move
Location: Infirmary
After having picked the lock on the infirmary, Kaylee opens the door to find Simon lying on the floor, blood pooling around his head.
"Simon!"
Kaylee rushes in to kneel next to him. She sees that he's moving sluggishly. Looking around, she spies some gauze on the counter. Grabbing it up, she presses it against the shallow cut in Simon's forehead.
"Simon? Can ya hear me? What in the 'verse is goin' on here?"
Kaylee glances up through the doorway as almost everyone else enters the common area. She sees Inara checking on Damon and Book helping River to the couch. Jayne comes in, carting his armory with him, and starts yelling when he sees the empty cryo-chamber. Then that older fella starts railing on about Niska.
"Oh, the Captain ain't gonna like this one lick," she thinks, unconsciously whispering out loud.
Turning back to Simon, she speaks softly to him, trying to help him come around.
End Move
BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."
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LOCATION-INFIRMARY
During KAYLEEs ministrations...
SIMON hears the following as if from a long distance down a wet and slimy concrete tunnel.
KAYLEE
"Simon? Can ya hear me? What in the
'verse is goin' on here?"
SIMON follows the voice, it leads him towards the warm, lighted and comforting end of this stinking and festering tunnel
KAYLEE
"Oh, the Captain ain't gonna like this one lick," she whispers with her thought, unconsciously out loud.
As SIMON nears end of the tunnel, he can now see the Infirmary encapsulated within the small circle of light ahead. Cyrobox - open and empty, blood on the floor ...
...pain shoots through SIMON as he slips and falls HARD.
As he hits the floor, the tunnel seems to rotate ninety degrees and becomes an inverted well...
...SIMON falls with great speed downwards towards the light. With a sudden impact and wrenching, SIMON finds himself looking out of his own eyes into KAYLEEs iridescent hazel eyes. Feeling her arms around him. Hearing her caring whispers.
SIMON impulsively kisses KAYLEEs lips and keeping his eyes open with arms holding her tightly. He focuses upon the deep feelings he has for KAYLEE and tries to project them to her through the kiss and touch.
SIMON is afraid this is an illusion. He also fears he is losing his grip this reality.
KAYLEEs reaction washes over SIMON in a deluge of barley restrained emotion. This wave obliterates the fears in a fluid rush.
EOM
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Kaylee's Move
Location: Heaven, I think
Kaylee jerks a little as Simon kisses her.
"Oh, Lord," she thinks, "this is better'n I ever imagined."
Not caring that Simon's hurt, or that Inara is right there, or that Niska is loose, or anything...Kaylee relishes the feel of Simon's lips under her own. Her natural exuberance bubbles up, threatening to overwhelm both of them. Hugging Simon close, she loses herself in the sensation.
Breaking free, she puts a little space between them. Her lips slightly parted, her eyes closed, she breathes out, "Wow".
End Move
BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."
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I woke up late, had to get going. Man, I've got to learn to control my internal clock...to gorram strong...
From now on, I'm gonna just put an official thanks in the OOC threard, for those who played River.
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River is in the Commons Area with Book (I think). She "picks up" or whatever on Damon, who's been saying Bu huai le (Not broken).
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Keep flyin', and remember, THEY can't take the sky from US!
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
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OOC: lol, I guess its normal for me to not understand who River was referring to when she said that...
I would post a move but... Damon is out of action for a while. Not that I would have minded hunting Niska, but realistically, I think Damon has done quiet enough for one day...
Happy super bowl everyone! and good hunting!!
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Rowan's Move:
Location: Starting in the engine room and working her way down to start swabbing the deck in the cargo hold.
All she had to do, it seems, is ask for the bucket and mop. Seeing Zoe's smile, she determines that Reynolds' first officer had the same idea she did - putting the new girl to work as a gully slave - and tilts her head backward to indicate she should come along. The both leave the engine room just in time to meet Reynolds' coming from the galley.
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Mal: Zoe, Guess you got that Damon to the Doc. Why don't you get little Miss Obsidian-eyes here to cleanin' up the cargo bay? She wanted to work her passage, an' here's her chance."
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Obsidian eyes? Was that his idea of a compliment? Seeing Zoe give him a somewhat long-suffering look, she nods shortly at his winning suggestion and continues on. Rowan follows, holding eye contact with the captain as she approaches. Pausing, she nods once in a respectful manner, adding a lift of one eyebrow for good measure before making the turn to head down the rear stairs into the cargo bay.
After taking out what they needed from the utility closet off the cargo bay, including a prybar, Rowan and Zoe head up to the forward area of the cargo bay. Already watching the deck grating under her feet, Rowan stops at the edge of the stain and measures from her feet to the forward doors. They'll have to pull up at least ten of the grates to get at the plating underneath. Zoe is already pulling one up and slides it aside. Hopping down, she takes the broom and begins pushing broken glass into a tidy pile.
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ZOE: "You said you had several skills that might be useful. What kind o' skills are we talkin' about, aside from the ability to clean cargo bay floors drenched in glass and tequila?"
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Before Rowan can formulate an answer - which just got more difficult to determine in the face of an efficient crew - the captain walks through again all full of praise and helpful suggestions.
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MAL: "Glad somebody's doin' somethin useful 'round here. Why don't you unload the truck an' trailer, and we can cram all this luh-suh in 'em and drive it out the ramp. Gotta make room for Thorne's cargo, if we ever find out were it's at."
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Standing back, Rowan observes the two together as the discuss Thorne, his cargo and their separate ideas on how this job is going - undoubtedly nefarious in nature - she can't help but notice a distinct lack of sexual tension between the two. On some ships, the captain and first officer are often a married couple. There was one where the roles were even reversed - the woman was captain, and her husband was first officer. That didn't seem to be the case here. There is a generous amount of respect, and a long-time association - friendship perhaps - but it did not go any further. Then she hears something about limes, and Rowan starts paying attention.
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MAL: ...Soon's we get Thorne's conex loaded and clear atmo it'll be margarita time. Dong Ma?"
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Then he managed to save some of it? Beaming over the prospect, and thinking of the recipe for the finest real margarita she picked up frm the head bartender on the luxury liner China Rose, it's on her lips to offer it when Reynolds turns on his heel and heads out again. Reminding herself that she was going to stay out of his way for awhile, Rowan turns to look at Zoe who seems fairly annoyed about something Reynolds said. Different styles, these two, that was for certain. Although both were straight-forward, Zoe was more for action than words while Reynolds wasn't afraid to voice just about everything on his mind. An intriguing balance.
EOM
EDIT: Removed the offer to make margaritas. Rowan is still trying to stay under Mal's radar. Will make use of it later.
OOC: I have returned from the frozen north to find 4-6 inches on the freeways. WHEW! It's g
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Quote:
OOC: lol, I guess its normal for me to not understand who River was referring to when she said that...
I would post a move but... Damon is out of action for a while. Not that I would have minded hunting Niska, but realistically, I think Damon has done quiet enough for one day...
Happy super bowl everyone! and good hunting!!
Well, when River makes sense, it's a bad sign. Unless I told off secrets.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Keep flyin', and remember, THEY can't take the sky from US!
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
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Jayne's turn:
"Kinda got an armload as is, an' considerin' the current situation, what I'm carryin' is powerful more important than some piece o' dock refuse that got kicked up onta the ship. We ain't some flyin soup kitchen last time I looked anyways..."
The hairs on the back of Jaynes neck start to stand on end. Niska on the loose means trouble for everyone.
Mubbling to himself "I wish the Captain weren't such a gorram bleedin' heart. I shoulda' beaten Niska inside out when we had the friggin' chance."
He turns to secure his weapons in his bunk when that wierd guy he saw earlier starts to follow.
"I ain't no ruttin' babysitter, take care o yurown self. Freaky here givin' me the gorram creeps anyways... now, git!"
Jayne waves the strange looking man away and heads out to secure the weapons as Book suggested. Jayne thinks to himself... Ain't no better place to secure most of these than loaded an' on me...
Walking away, Jayne shouts over his shoulder, "Y'all better wear a bell or sumthin', I'm shootin' at any noise or movement I ain't expectin', what with that shrivled up psycho Niska roamin' around." 
The Hero of Canton, the man they call... Meeeeee!
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Mal's move:
KAYLEE:Kaylee jerks a little as Simon kisses her...Breaking free, she puts a little space between them. Her lips slightly parted, her eyes closed, she breathes out, "Wow".
MAL:[surprised and pleased at this turn of events] "'Bout gorram time. We been waitin' ta see that a while. But better break up this ai yan until we get NISKA back in his box."
EOM
Ai yan = Love Feast (sort of)
OOC: I'm going to edit a prior move to align with JAYNE and SLIGHT going to secure the weapons, and to get DAMON into sick bay.
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Inara's turn
LOCATION-INFIRMARY, KAYLEE'S HEAVEN
As the cryo-box slides across the floor and smacks the opposite wall, Inara flinches involuntarily. Mal is standing very close to her, heat from his body washes over her in waves. She begins to lean into him, but stops herself--crossing her arms over her chest and standing back.
TO MAL:"We can stay here and take care of Simon and this Damon character, Mal, but I would appreciate some protection. Our doctor, manly as he is *gives Mal a wry grin* isn't much use to us right now...neither is Damon. If you could leave us a weapon, I would feel much safer. If that xiong meng de kuang ren shows up, we're in big trouble."
Inara takes a moment to glance down at the fallen doctor. Kaylee's lips are pressed tight to his. Inara smiles down at the pair.
Kaylee pulls away.
Simon's eyes are glazed and soft, his lips parted. Kaylee's breathing is harsh, she can hear it from here. A huge grin spreads over Kaylee's face.
"wow" Kaylee breathes.
MAL:[surprised and pleased at this turn of events] "'Bout gorram time. We been waitin' ta see that a while. But better break up this ai yan until we get NISKA back in his box."
Inara shushes Mal, and grabs his arm, walking them into the area right outside the infirmary. A broad grin is also on Mal's face. "you seem as happy as Kaylee, Mal." Inara beams at Mal.
Still focused on him, Inara calls into the infirmary: Kaylee, hon...if you could get Simon onto the med-bed, we can start bandaging his head."
so...a weapon?
*waits*
xiong meng de kuang ren=violent lunatic
Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss
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