RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 8
POSTED BY: Astriana
UPDATED: Thursday, February 5, 2004 07:54
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Mal's/Thorne's move:
INARA:"Kaylee, hon...if you could get Simon onto the med-bed, we can start bandaging his head." And to MAL:"so...a weapon?"
MAL:[Still grinning] "What? Yeah...weapon. Where's that ho-tze de pigu JAYNE? He had a whole armload. I'll fetch one and be right back. THORNE, keep watch here.[MAL heads for the crew quarters]
[As MAL leaves, THORNE approches INARA. Reaching under his coat, he removes a paddle holster containing a small pistol and spare magazine from his belt at the small of his back. He hands it to INARA.]
THORNE:"Ma'am, I'd be honored if you would take this. It's easy to use and quite effective. [pause ] But forgive me, we haven't been properly introduced. I am Roosevelt Thorne...and may I say that it is an unexpected pleasure to meet someone of your beauty and sophistication this far out from the Core. Qualities well matched by your obvious courage and compassion. I hope that we can spend a little time together after this crisis ends. I sometimes long for civilized conversation out here in the wilds."
[THORNE takes INARA's hand, which still holds the holstered pistol, bows at the waist, and kisses it.]
EOM
Ho-tze de pigu: Monkey's ass
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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OOC: sorry I been outta the loop guys, long weekend.
Slights turn.
Slight stares at River, trying to see past all the twists and passages of her mind. It takes a moment-the Academy took plenty of time with this one-and speaks slowly, carefully. "You know how it is, River. You know that they wanted us to hurt, wanted us to suffer so they could own us. I have to make sure they didn't want anyone else to see that." Slight continues to stare, looking past all of the clouds, the haze, and is suddenly surprised. She's getting better, he realizes, she's actually healing. Incredible. Her brother is. . .helping her.
Slight suddenly gasps, and feels the sharp retaliation of Rivers mind drive straight through him. He recoils, and starts to fall back. Slight collapses, muttering only, "By the Void. . .where's her. . .brother. . ."
Slight falls into a heap on the floor.
EOM
Everyone Dies. Someone's carrying a bullet for you, doesn't even know it. The trick is, to die of old age before he finds you.
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Inara's turn
LOCATION-OUTSIDE INFIRMARY
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THORNE approches INARA. Reaching under his coat, he removes a paddle holster containing a small pistol and spare magazine from his belt at the small of his back. He hands it to INARA.
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I am Roosevelt Thorne...and may I say that it is an unexpected pleasure to meet someone of your beauty and sophistication this far out from the Core.
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Inara's eyes sparkle with undisguised mirth as Thorne kisses her hand, which still clutches the weapon.
Inara admires the proffered weapon, the leather still warm from the new gentleman's body heat. She turns it over in her hands, removing it from the holster and inspecting it. The weapon has a nice heft, and has been extraordinarily well taken-care of. The surface gleams with oil. It fits her small hand quite well. She tucks the holster into the band tied around her thin waist on her left side, and the second magazine into the right, after checking to make sure it was full.
Inara looks up from her ministrations to face Thorne.
She gracefully accepts his praise with a smile. and thinks: "this one is quite the charmer, isn't he? A true gentleman to boot."
Thorne reminds Inara of the more gentle and pleasurable clients she has entertained.
Thorne is of medium build, but Inara's head still only brushes his chin. He is well-muscled and lean, very strong-looking. Thorne's face is open and gentle now, but she had seen him earlier sporting the look of a drill-sergeant. He is not a terribly young man, but he has an open charm she finds attractive. He speaks in the clipped tones of one who has spoken many languages, and mastered his own.
Inara feels instantly at home with him, and graces him with a true, open smile.
TO THORNE: "It is a true pleasure to meet a gentleman of your caliber out here, Mr. Thorne. My name is Inara, pleased to meet you. Thank you very kindly for the honor of carrying your weapon. I would be most happy to chat with you after things have settled down a bit."
Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss
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Book's Move
Location: Common Area with River and Slight... others nearby in infirmary.
Book watches Jayne shrug off Helsing. As Jayne leaves the common area heading for his guns, Book stands up, goes to the doorway of the cargo bay and calls after him.
Book to Jayne
"Check on the radio locker too, Jayne... and put one on your belt.
From the metal grated stairway, which Jayne is leaping up three steps at a time, Book looks down to the floor of the cargo bay to see Rowan, leaning on a old push-broom, has stopped cleaning to admire Jayne as he runs by.
Book to Rowan
"Rowan, you need to be wary..."
Book's words are interrupted by a dull thump. He looks behind him to the common area and Helsing is in a heap on the floor. Book knows his mistake in leaving River's side, even for a moment. His words to Rowan left unfinished, Book turns and goes quickly back to River and the unconscious Slight.
Book gets down on one knee next to Slight, puts a hand on his chest and looks up at River.
Book to River
"River, what happened?"
EM
OOC: Book missed the whole kiss!! 
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Thorne's/Mal's move:
[THORNE watches with growing respect as INARA competently checks the pistol's load and tucks it in her belt ready for a cross-draw. This woman is really one in a million. Obviously a trained Companion, and due all the respect a man can give. He's seen the looks she and the Captain have exchanged, and knows there's something there, but doesn't understand why MAL hasn't made his move. Maybe he realizes that he's out of his class with a lady this fine.]
INARA: "It is a true pleasure to meet a gentleman of your caliber out here, Mr. Thorne. My name is Inara, pleased to meet you. Thank you very kindly for the honor of carrying your weapon. I would be most happy to chat with you after things have settled down a bit."
THORNE:"The bearer honors my poor gift. I would be delighted to spend time with you later, as a fellow passenger, or, if you will permit, as Companion and client. Please consider my request."
[As THORNE finishes, MAL enters from the crew quarters, carrying a large revolver. He sees THORNE and INARA standing close and notices INARA's eyes locked on THORNE's face, a slight smile on her lips. Where did she get that gun? from THORNE?]
MAL:"Huh. Where'd you get that little piece of go-se? Here's a real full-size gun, if you think you can hold it."
[THORNE turns to the glaring MAL and gives him that same amused smile he always seems to wear. Like he knew something funny.]
EOM
Go-se: Dog crap.
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Under Book, without moving another muscle, Slights eyes snap open, and tears of blood begin streaming out of his eyes.
Book can suddenly hear a voice, almost whispering in his ears. . .
"Find the brother. . .she has a switch."
Everyone Dies. Someone's carrying a bullet for you, doesn't even know it. The trick is, to die of old age before he finds you.
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Rowan's Move:
Location: Cargo bay, up by the main doors, sweeping up glass with a problematic broom.
Funny how Reynolds didn't take the advantage back at the lavatory, when the advantage was definitely being offered, as she's met more than one captain who did. Not for the first time, she wonders what manner of captain she's encountered this time, or what manner of browncoat, for that matter. In her experience, there were two kinds; them as were in it for the prospect of profit and them as were in it for the cause. Time would tell if Reynolds was one or the other.
Using the pry bar, Zoe manages to remove eight of the floor grates, while Rowan stands on the deck plates, gathering up the remaining glass using a push-broom with a wobbly handle. The tequila has already started getting pretty ripe, and yet she's can already taste the sweet nectar of a real margarita.
Hearing heavy bootsteps on the stairs, she looks up to see the big man - Jayne - headed back up to the galley, most likely after those guns she saw him laying out just as she left for the engine room. Taking a moment, she leans on the broom to watch him take three steps at a time, admiring the fit of drab utility trousers over a nicely toned behind. A girl could get used to watching all the tasty male activity on board this little ship.
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BOOK: Rowan, you need to be wary...
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Having seen the Shepherd's concern, she gives him a wink before he turns back to the common area. She can almost hear what he was going to say - You need to be wary of being led astray, evil-doers come in all forms, or somesuch. Probably add in a warning about one of the special levels of hell that only Shepherds seemed to know about, just for good measure.
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MAL (on the all-ship intercom): "Wash, Zoe, best get to the common area ma shong. Our fish ain't on ice anymore. An' bring that Roxanne girl with you. No one should be alone right now."
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Fish? First tequila, now seafood - maybe Reynolds has some kind of idea to go into the restaurant supply business? Not much profit in it, but the work was certainly regular. Zoe is already back up on the floor grating and stops on her way to the infirmary to give Rowan a meaningful look.
ROWAN: You go on - I'll just keep plugging along.
Scowling down at her broom as the brush head goes skittering away again, Rowan glares at it like it did it on purpose.
EOM
OOC: Since there won't be much to do until the outline is done, I'm finessing what I have done.
We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
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Wow. Just wow. Okay, this might not make sense, but since I'm confused, oh well. Deal.
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River is in the Commons Area, and (I guess) has just made Slight collapse. Book asks her what she did. (Truth be told, I don't know either. So I'll guess.)
He's trying, he's trying.
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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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Book's Move
Location: Common Area with Slight and River
Book's focus is fully back upon Slight, but his alarm at River's words are immmediately evident upon his face.
Book tries to shout but his voice is only a hoarse whisper.
"Doctor! Captain! Help me here!"
Book looks up to God, then leans down to Slight and looks into his open bloodshot eyes.
Book to Slight
"Hold on."
Cradling Brink Helsing's head and shoulders with his right arm and his lower body with his left, Book raises Slight slowly but steadily up, and carries Slight the few meters to the infirmary. Looking to the others for help, Book tries to ease Slight gently down onto the med table.
EM
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Slights breathing becomes rapid and labored. The blood stops pouring from his eyes, but they're shut. He can hardly hear the Shepards voice drift in.
"Hold on" [i/]
he can't help but think to himself. . .
I hope she's going to be allright
Everyone Dies. Someone's carrying a bullet for you, doesn't even know it. The trick is, to die of old age before he finds you.
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