RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 8

POSTED BY: Astriana
UPDATED: Thursday, February 5, 2004 07:54
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KELSO

Tuesday, February 3, 2004 4:30 AM

NISKA OOC:

Sorry, folks... but do to some real-life issues, I'm going to have to bow oout of the Game.

Thanks for the message, Astrianna, sorry to leave you guys hangin.

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Well, here I am.

CIARA

Tuesday, February 3, 2004 4:56 AM

Inara's turn

Inara finishes unwrapping the bandages from around Damon's midsection. The dried blood has adhered the bandages to raw skin, so the going is rough. Damon's bullet wound is angry-looking, the skin is frayed, and there is a large X shape cut into the skin....none of Simon's usual neatness is present. Damon groans and breathes in sharply as she presses a gauze pad to his wound. Inara glances over at Simon, he's still frantically trying to stauch the flow of blood from Sight's eyes.

Searching the closest cabinets and drawers, Inara finds clean bandages and antiseptic spray. "This will have to do until Simon is ready to stitch these"

End Inara's turn

---ooc sorry had to make it short :( see you guys tomorrow

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

SQUEE

Tuesday, February 3, 2004 7:55 AM

OOC: I was going to point out that unconscious men don't react to pain, but then I realized that I could just use it as an opportunity to get back into the game. Thanks Ciara!!

Damon's turn:
Location: infirmery

Damon groans as he starts coming around. He tries to focus on waking up, but is too tired to open his eyes. He can feel someone removing the bandages from his bullet wounds and hears voices not far away.
"By the way, Captain, here's the coordinates for the shipment we're supposed to pick up, if we ever get moving again."
"Qu in de, old man. We'll get your gorram cargo. Zoe, Wash. Where the guai are you? And where's that ROHAN girl? Get your pee-goos down to the common area ma-shong."
Damon tries to ask where he is, but only manages another groan. He inhales sharply as something is pressed against one of his wounds. The piercing pain in his hip threatens to push him back into darkness, but then it stops, leaving a heavy ache in his side.
He tries to push whoever it is away, but his feeble efforts only manage to touch someone's hand.
"This will have to do until Simon is ready to stitch these"
He blinks slowly and looks up at a beautiful woman standing over him. His distrust slowly fades as her comforting presence promises that she's here to help him.
He sucks in another breath as she continues to clean his wounds and releases it when she pauses.
"Shit it hurts..." he takes a moment to catch his breath and then locks eyes with her. "What happened? I was fine..."

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

RAVENWHYTEWING

Tuesday, February 3, 2004 4:47 PM

Slight regains his mind, and starts to catch Simons fists, and tosses him back easily against the wall. He reaches up and whipes the blood off of his face. He bares his teeth, trying hard not to kill everyone in the room.
"I didn't do a damn thing to your mei mei, pee goo. And if you keep laying on me like this, you will both die. You'll notice she's perfectly fine. So back off."
Slight starts gulping air. "Now for the last time, I'm here to help. I left the Blue Sun, alright? And I took with me quite a few bits and pieces of intel that might help her get better. I'm getting awefully sick of trying to be a gorram good guy." Slight pulls a data stick from his coat, and hands it to Simon. "In here is information about a switch. If you don't turn it off soon, she will die."
Slight pauses to take another whipe at his mouth.

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.

MANIACNUMBERONE

Tuesday, February 3, 2004 5:03 PM

Book's Move

Location: Infirmary doorway

Book watches Simon's uncharacteristic pummeling of Slight and pauses only long enough for Simon to pound Slight into hurried speech before moving forward to grab his arms and hold him back.

As Book holds Simon and Slight begins to speak, River and Thorne appear at the doorway of the infirmary. Book releases Simon's arms and looks at the data stick in Slight's outstretched hand.

Book to Slight

"How did you come by that?"

EM

GEEZER

Tuesday, February 3, 2004 5:07 PM

Mal's/Thorne's move: EDITED!!

[THORNE and RIVER reach the Infirmary door at the end of SIMON's tirade]

SIMON:"YOU...BU...HUI...HEN...BUTCHER!

[Thorne manages to push SIMON away. MAL turns from the comm box as THORNE moves into the room. They flank SIMON as BOOK grabs him.]

MAL:"Doc! You gone you jing shen bing on us?
THORNE(at the same time as MAL):"Son! This man is not your enemy, or your sister's! Calm down and we can straighten this out."

[Book holds the still-struggling SIMON as RIVER enters and stands in front of him, gazing intently at his bloody fist. SLIGHT holds out a data stick to SIMON]

SLIGHT:"In here is information about a switch. If you don't turn it off soon, she will die."

{THORNE sees a chance to get through to SIMON.]

THORNE:"Doctor, before you do anything else, listen to your sister. She'll tell you that this man can do her no harm...and may be able to help her greatly. Listen."

[Meanwhile in the cargo bay, ROWAN has the garbage all bagged and ready to load in the truck. A telephone booth falls from nowhere onto the pile of bags, scattering the just-collected junk. Two young men in jeans, tees and unbuttoned plaid shirts get out. "Whoa, dude! That was excellent! Hey, hot asian babe, you seen our princesses?" Too stunned to speak, ROWAN can only shake her head. "Bogus! Let's try the 24th century next, Ted!" They re-enter the booth, whch disappears with a flash, leaving the floor again strewn with garbage. ROWAN reaches for a bottle of tequila.]

EOM

you jing shen bing = insane

"Keep the Shiny side up"

MANIACNUMBERONE

Tuesday, February 3, 2004 5:30 PM

OOC AHHH ha ha ha ha ha. *whew* Excellent!
Funny side note there.

CHANNAIN

Tuesday, February 3, 2004 5:38 PM

OOC: Geezer - you slay me! Thanks for trying to make Rowan's existence on Serenity JUST a bit more interesting.

We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
http://www.mnartists.org/artistHome.do?rid=7922

MANIACNUMBERONE

Tuesday, February 3, 2004 6:04 PM

Just taking mental note here of who's in the infirmary.

Simon
River
Book
Inara
Thorne
Damon
Slight
Mal

Is that right? If so, it's gettin' mighty crowded in there.

Book's Move

Location: Infirmary

Book watches the rush of people, senses that he may not be a part of what is about to be said, and he tries to sidle over to a side med table, which holds the freshly awakened Damon. But Inara intervenes and asks Book to look at Simon's hand. Book remains behind Simon for a moment, then goes to a drawer and returns with a bottle and a wrapping.

Book to Inara

"He almost deserves what he got."

A loud crash from the cargo bay punctuates Book's statement, but unfortunately the blinds on the infirmary window are still drawn and he can't see what's going on. Book quickly sterilizes Simon's bruised and somewhat bloodied hand and wraps it in gauze.

Book to Simon

"You'll be fine, just don't hit anybody for a few days, son."

EM

CIARA

Tuesday, February 3, 2004 6:33 PM

Inara's turn

LOCATION: INFIRMARY, NEAR DAMON

Inara is bending to secure the last of the gauze she's used to wrap Damon's abdominal wound. Suddenly from behind her, a loud sound....she had been so absorbed in cleaning Damon's wounds, she heard nothing of the exchange.

Bodies push against her, the room seems suddenly full. Simon has Slight against the window, pinned to the plexiglass. One large hand is wrapped around Slight's neck. The sight of Simon's long doctor's fingers squeezing a man's throat seems obscene to Inara. Simon begins punching Slight over and over...

YOU {the crunching impact of knuckles on flesh}
*BU {impact}
*HUI {impact}
*HEN {impact}
BUTCHER {impact}

Inara flinches at every impact, the smack of flesh on flesh, the thump of skull on unyielding plexiglass...a guttural sound bubbles up in her throat...a scream of negation...NO, SIMON! You'll kill him! Her right hand wanders unconciously to the weapon tucked to her left side.

The moment stands still...and Inara can see herself reach across her body to pull the weapon, arms stiff and unwavering. She can see herself sight on Simon's shoulder, feel the jerk of the weapon as it discharges....smell the gritty, pungent scent of a discharged weapon......

then the scene speeds up, her weapon is still tucked into her waistband, and Simon is thrown against the wall by Slight...whose eyes flash in primal rage.

SLIGHT:
"I didn't do a damn thing to your mei mei, pee goo. And if you keep laying on me like this, you will both die. You'll notice she's perfectly fine. So back off."

Book, Mal, and Thorne flank Simon...his rage spent, he wears a look fo drained confusion.

Inara hurries forward and grabs a clean cloth from the counter. Sighing, she ponders which man needs attention first: Simon, drained and bleeding from several wounds across the knuckles of his right hand, or Slight, whose eyes still hold a dangerous anger, and whose face is a mass of blood.

Inara decides to risk it, and moves toward Slight, hands raised in a sign of peace.

INARA:
"Please...just let me stop the bleeding..."

he allows her to approach.

"let's just all try to be calm....Book--have a look at Simon's hand. she whispers under her breath: "we may need to sedate him"

Please, no more fighting right now...we are ALL in danger...has anyone seen Niska yet?!

End Inara's turn

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

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