RP: "Adventures in GunRunning" - Act 9
POSTED BY: DragonFlyDirector
UPDATED: Thursday, February 19, 2004 17:35
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LOCATION-INFIRMARY
Just as...
INARA approaches SIMON sitting on the stool. SIMONs face is turned down. He is holding an oxygen mask and something INARA cannot see at the moment.
SIMON
In a croak...
"Shepherd"....
INARA puts her hand on SIMONs clasped ones and kneels until she is eye-level with SIMON. SIMON still looks down into his lap.
INARA
"Simon....I wanted to let you know River's all right--she's in the common room. Is there anything I need to do for you?"
SIMON gently untangles his hands from INARAs and sets the mask down on the work tray. He finally looks up to INARA. The expression in his eyes is open and vunerable. Much more than she has ever seen them before.
To INARA there seems to be an ancient smoldering pain in SIMONs gaze. She controls the chills of surprise that run up and down her spine that SIMONs look has generated in her. INARA had not considered that the so-very-young SIMON could harbor something so deep or old. She had known SIMON to be stoic, but this was something different. Something or someone he felt he had betrayed, INARA surmises.
SIMON
Voice still rough, but stronger
"Water please..."
INARA, hardly ever caught off-guard, gives a small, soft smile and moves over to the sink. As INARA fills a cup with water, her mind focuses on SIMON.
INARA knows what stress SIMON has felt, since he came onboard. A Companion has to be trained to sense the needs of a client. One of the main reasons INARA became a Companion was the Companion's ability to help others in myriad ways. The protection and status afforded by the temple insured that INARAs efforts would not be interfered with. However, Companions exercised this power only as a last resort. At that thought, the memory of debacle concerning ATHERTON wings briefly through her consciousness.
Yes, compassion was called for, something ATHERTON had been ignorant of. But SIMON was and is the opposite of ATHERTON ... yet ... there was something new in SIMON. Something ... very different, closer to ATHERTONs coldness of spirit.
INARA promises herself that she will find out what is affecting SIMON. Her insatiable curiosity about human nature chimes in as well. INARA decides to observe and see how SIMON reacts to even the small things.
INARA moves back to SIMONs right side and hands the cup to him, being sure to touch his hand with hers as she does so. What SIMON needs now is some human, compassionate physical and nonsexual contact. INARA insures that she is also looking SIMON into his eyes as she does so.
Again, INARA senses the pain. She just had no idea the depth of it. Believing it to be the angst that SIMON feels about failing his sister, INARA ponders the heights of love for River that SIMON has. It must be an astounding height indeed.
INARA continues to study SIMONs look as he takes a sip of the water. She realizes that SIMON is scrutinizing her as well over the rim of his cup.
BOOK has turned back and stepped back over to SIMONs left side and has leaned down.
BOOK
"I'm here son. What is it?"
BOOK waits expectantly for some words from SIMON to give meaning to chaos that SIMON has generated. BOOK looks up to INARA and notes that she is also waiting with a similar expression as her eyes are locked with SIMONs.
After a timeless interval, SIMON slowly begins to swings his gaze over to BOOK. SIMON seems reluctant to break the visual link between he and INARA until the very last possible moment.
SIMON locks his vision resolutely onto BOOKs eyes. SIMONs face is a mask of stoic contrition.
SIMON
His voice is back to normal, just with emotion deepening his tone
"Our 'witches brew' had an unexpected interaction with the portable encphlo-reader. I had the *P.E.R.W.G. listed with the medications the Captain and Zoe removed from the hospital on ARIAL. I needed it to help RIVE
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Damon's turn:
Location: infirmery
Damon drags his bag of possessions with him on his way to the med bed. He lies himself down and sighs as the woman returns to see the doctor. What did they say her name was? Inara? He watches her kneel beside the doctor as the preacher moves around the other side.
"Simon....I wanted to let you know River's all right--she's in the common room. Is there anything I need to do for you?"
"Water please..."
Damon watches the three of them with a distant fascination that boarders on curiosity. So much is said in the long moments of silence and he suddenly feels like he is a world away.
"I'm here son," the preacher says, "What is it?"
They trust eachother, care for eachother. Concepts that are as foreign to him as the sky to a fish.
He folds his arms across his chest and realizes that his wrists still have the Fed cuffs attatched to them. He had forgotten about them and wanted to kick himself for having done so.
He pushes himself into a sitting position and pulls his pocket knife from his pocket. His frustration builds by the second as he fiddles unsuccessfully with the Alliance go se without a keyhole.
"I'll be damned if I get used to wearing these things again," he mutters to himself, though he knows that he already is which only makes him angrier.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Thorne's/Mal's Move:
SLIGHT:"...This girl's just one of over a hundred on that data stick. I suppose once I'm done on this ship, I'll just shuffle off, and move elsewhere."
THORNE: "Over a hundred? I had no idea it had gotten that big since I left. And you plan to, what? Roam the 'verse, finding them and busting them loose? A fine goal, but you'll need support to get it done. Maybe a base of operations. After this little adventure is over, we need to talk some more.
[The passenger quarters have been searched with no results. The three men move to the common area. Time to gather up the rest and head for the cargo bay.]
MAL: "Where'd that little yaoguài get to, anyway? Alright, you two, let's see if the Doc has calmed down, an' head ever'one for the bay. SLIGHT, you wait here 'til I see what's what. But stay away from RIVER. Dong mah?"
[MAL heads for the infrinary door.]
EOM
OOC: I'll be off most of the day picking up my RACE KAA! Later.
yaoguài = monster
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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"Over a hundred? I had no idea it had gotten that big since I left. And you plan to, what? Roam the 'verse, finding them and busting them loose? A fine goal, but you'll need support to get it done. Maybe a base of operations. After this little adventure is over, we need to talk some more." Sight starts, suddenly. By the Void, is he interested in helping him?
Slight nods. "That we do."
"Where'd that little yaoguài get to, anyway? Alright, you two, let's see if the Doc has calmed down, an' head ever'one for the bay. SLIGHT, you wait here 'til I see what's what. But stay away from RIVER. Dong mah?"
Slight nods again. "Understood, captain. I doubt we have little to say to each other at any rate."
Slight heads over to the counter and jumps up, pulling out an archaic pack of smokes. He holds it up. "Your atmo feed able to handle this?"
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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LOCATION - INFIRMARY
Book’s Move
Book shakes his head and leans deeply into the med bed. The heaviness of the situation becoming more overwhelming with each passing hour.
Book to Simon
”That was a foolish chance to take.”
Book slowly brings his head up and wearily engages the doctor’s eyes.
”We need you back to normal doctor.”
Book takes the empty cup from Simon’s hand, and looks to Damon.
If you're able, Damon’s wounds need re-tending.”
EM
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LOCATION-INFIRMARY
BOOK
shakes his head and leans deeply into the med bed.
"That was a foolish chance to take."
SIMON takes a deep palsied breath at BOOKs flat statement of fact. SIMON knows it was a radical and yes, foolish, lack in his analysis and response to the situation generated by Niska being on board.
At that thought of failure, SIMONs eyes almost flick downward, and his head starts to bow. However, not wanting to disappoint BOOK, SIMON holds his head up and awaits BOOKs further assessment.
BOOK
slowly brings his head up and wearily engages SIMONs eyes.
”We need you back to normal doctor.”
At this statement, SIMON closes his eyes in shame. Had SIMON failed again those he was beginning to hold dear? No, even after the heat of the attack by Niska and Early, SIMON knew Niska was still very much a threat.
There had to be something SIMON could do other than patch up the aftermath of such violence. He knew he was pulling his own weight, but SIMON felt that he could do more for the Crew of the Serenity. They had adopted River and he far faster than SIMON would have ever guessed.
First and foremost, Captain Reynolds deserved his full loyalty and use of SIMONs abilities. The rest of the crew he owed just as much to, even Jayne, despite him being a misguidedly avaricious hairy anthropoid.
SIMONs thoughts swing over to SLIGHT. The man was not to be trusted, he was Blue Sun and represented those who BUTCHERED RIV...
...the anger in SIMON begins to flare at the very memory of what THEY did to his beloved sister. Riding that fiery wave is another ... sensation. A sensation of the torrid plume of rage pushing ahead a frigid cyst containing an inhuman Machiavellian presence.
SIMONs surprise at the sensation shocks him from his rage. As it vanishes, the frozen cyst feels as if it drops suddenly into an abyssal vacuity of impenetrable darkness.
SIMON jumps a tiny fraction and his eyes flash open as...
BOOK
as he takes the empty cup from SIMONs hand, and looks to DAMON.
"If you're able, Damon’s wounds need re-tending."
SIMONs instincts activate at BOOKs words. His normal demeanor resurfaces as he looks over to DAMON. The wounds on DAMON looked as if they were already beginning to suppurate, as there is yellowish white glazing of dead white cells in the blood seeping through the bandages.
SIMON gets up and moves to a comfortable, nonthreatening distance from DAMON.
SIMON
professionally and still with obvious concern
"With your permission, may I take a look at these wounds again?"
EOM
OOC:
Heh, I came up with another way to complicate things further! 
The colors I based on the color plot cut-away found in "Serenity - the 10th Character" special on the DVDs.
{posted by me in the Blue Sun Room here:
http://fireflyfans.net/sunroomitem.asp?i=513 }
It helps the reader(synopsis & transcript maker too!
} quickly ID the scenes location by color when just skimming the thread quickly.
I can email anybody who is interested the full text with correct color tags in place. All anybody would have to do is highlight copy and paste the full text/tags right into their post from the email or doc file.
I'll edit this out of my post after everybody gets a look.
LOCATION - BRIDGE
As...
LOCATION - FRONT or BACK or STBD or PORT HALL
As ...
LOCATION - MALs or KAYLEEs or WASH & ZOEs or JAYNEs DORMS
As ...
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
As ...
LOCATION - CARGO BAY or CATWALKS
As ...
LOCATION - MAIN or UPPER or BRIDGE AIRLOCK
As ...
LOCATION - ENGINE ROOM
As ... [/
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FLASHBACK
PART 1
LOCATION-INFIRMARY
Scene opens as ... With very blurry vision through slitted eyes, NISKA sees SIMON asQuote:NISKA tries to move but is still mostly paralyzed as ...
SIMON finishes an injection in NISKA's neck when the intercom clicks on...
BOOK
over the intercom to SIMON
"Doctor, to the cargo bay, right away. There's a hurt man down there!"
Quote:...sealing NISKA back into darkness. NISKA waits for the 'click' of the locks being engaged, but it doesn't happen, instead - NISKA hears this, almost in his OWN voice, just as he passes out again...
...SIMON puts away the tools he was using and closes the cryobox
Quote:NISKA awakes after what seemed hours of darkness only to hear a click of the door lock. NISKA realizes he was only out for seconds. He is in an uncomfortable fetal postion. Slowly he tries to move.
SIMON
*Ai-ya! Nee ta ma duh. Tyen-shia suo-yo duh run doh gai si!!!
{*from the Chinese = "Damn! F*** everyone in the universe to death"}
Success! Gingerly and slowly NISKA streches and then pushes up so very slowly on the lid. It lifts and the expected stop of the lid being locked down does not come.
A sliver of actinic light between the lid and box stabs pain like sharp needles into NISKAs unprotected eyes. After a moment of visual adjustment, NISKA listens and hears nothing in the room. NISKA sits up with an uncharacteristic grunt and heaves the lid off of himself.
Wincing at the clatter of the lid falling, NISKA glances quickly at the door. He then notices that everything is VERY blurry. NISKA pats his left breast coat pocket and finds his glasses case still there. With growing wonder, he removes the case and finds his glasses inside - cleaned and spotless, the very way he normally kept them. But ... he had no time to clean and polish them after ...
...NISKA sneers at the memory of being captured by this upstart Renyolds and his ragamuffin crew.
At this thought, NISKA seems to hear an indistinct voice, as if from far down a well. NISKA shakes his head to clear it. He then stands and moves over to the INFIRMARY DOOR. Ah, lucky for NISKA, the door can be unlocked from the inside.
He listens at the door and hears nothing. Unlocking the door softly, he cracks it the barest millimeter.
Through the small breach between the door and sill, NISKA watches an obvious COMPANION {INARA} pass by and then he sees her and hears/smells wafting within a sudden gust of air from the cargo bay - this:
Quote:As the COMPANION {INARA} moves off, another UNKNOWN FEMALE {ROWAN} passes the Infirmary heading the same direction.
INARA quietly walks back through the common area. Pausing in the common area, with a straight line of sight into the cargo bay, she sees quite a few members of the crew and a few people she doesn't recognize. The smell of alcohol is very strong, and she hopes its not coming from any of the assembled.
Curious, she decides to watch from above. INARA climbs the stairs onto the catwalk overlooking the cargo bay and watches the scene unfold.
After she passes, NISKA dares to open the door a fraction further. He hears that the COMPANION {INARA} is climbing her way out of the Dorm area and into the cargo bay.
For several minutes NISKA listens to the commotion coming from the CARGO BAY.
Then he fully slides the INFIRMARY door quietly open. He slowly leans out, seeing no-one he closes his eyes and listens and breathes deep through his nose.
NISKA barely hears the sounds, yet fully senses the natural pheromones an UNSEEN FEMALE {ROWAN} nearby.
NISKA exits and slides the INFIRMARY door softly closed and moves slowly towards the COMMON AREA STAIRS. The pungent odor of tequila finally & fully wafts through, obliterating the won
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Mal's move:
Slight heads over to the counter and jumps up, pulling out an archaic pack of smokes. He holds it up. "Your atmo feed able to handle this?"
MAL: "The atmo system, yeah. My nose, no. Last time some'un smoked them things in here, it took a gorram month to get the stink out. You want'ta burn your luh-suh, go outside.
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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The atmo system, yeah. My nose, no. Last time some'un smoked them things in here, it took a gorram month to get the stink out. You want'ta burn your luh-suh, go outside.
Slights shrugs, and heads down to the cargo bay. . .he wouldn't mind being alone for a while, anyway
EM
OOC-I hope by outside you just meant the cargo bay
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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Damon's turn
Location: infirmery
"If you're able, Damon’s wounds need re-tending.”
Damon looks up at the mention of his name and sees the preacher approaching with another concerned look on his face.
He returns his attention to his handcuffs, but the pocketknife wasn't going to get them open no matter how hard he tried. He either needs a laser or someone with the brains to crack the code. He closes his knife with a frustrated sigh and looks up at the preacher.
"So what's you name, old man?" he asks in a conversational tone.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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