RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 12
POSTED BY: FrauDirektor
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 23, 2004 21:45
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LOCATION - DINING ROOM
MERZ sits quietly letting the conversation wash over her. She does not know this doctor SIMON and his fate is of no importance. However one thing does come through quite clearly.
Quote:
"Brink Helsing went with him."
i knew he was leaving, he asked me to go too . . . could damon have handled the cannon? probably . . . m’lady. bet i never hear that again. captain’s asking questions, sooner or later . . . no one has ever looked at me that way, can’t decide if i like it . . .what can i tell them? . . no, if he knew you it would be different . . .
Her thoughts are starting to circle like those *alachina buzzards again. what is it mercedes? malnutrition, dehydration, fatigue, insanity. Been a bad 2 months now and . . . can I get some rest
: Finally?
you have done survival before, you are not down to the dregs yet. stop whining girl and get a grip. . .
Quote:
"OK. It's at least two days to New Hokkaido and the quarters are all full, so 'less she wants to sleep on the couch downstairs we need someone to let MERZ double up. Not you, JAYNE!
Only the mention of her name brought her attention back to the present time/place. No matter, she will run a playback later, and catch everything she needs at her leisure. who’s JAYNE? ah the big one over there with the hopeful expression.
MERZ tentatively raises her hand hoping to get the Captain’s attention. “Begging your pardon Sir, but all I require is about 5 feet of deck and a place to stash my belongings. A bunk is . . . not necessary. And, may I ask, what should I call you sir?” am i crew or am i cargo, don't care either way . . 2 days peace “Oh, and pardon my presumption. If I might visit the engine room for a short time, I request permission to speak to Miss KAYLEE.”
EOM
*alachina = unholy (nepali)
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Thorne's Move
Location: Galley.
[THORNE listens to MAL handle the problem of the missing doctor and settle down the crew. Kid's got the right stuff, just a little rough around the edges. Thorne resolves to talk to MAL tomorrow and try to resolve the discomfort between them. Right now he needs to talk to someone else. INARA is standing alone near the aft stairs, and now's as good a time as any. THORNE walks to her side.]
THORNE: "The Captain's right. We could all use a good night's rest. Tomorrow evening, though, I would beg the favour of some time alone with you, if that is acceptable?"
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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MAL's Move:
Location: Galley
[As MAL lifts the tequila bottle to his lips, he sees MERZ tentatively raising her hand, like a school kid that needs to go potty.]
MERZ: “Begging your pardon Sir, but all I require is about 5 feet of deck and a place to stash my belongings. A bunk is . . . not necessary. And, may I ask, what should I call you sir?...Oh, and pardon my presumption. If I might visit the engine room for a short time, I request permission to speak to Miss KAYLEE.”
MAL: "My name is Malcolm Reynolds, an' none of my crew sleeps on the deck! We'll find a place for you to doss, don't worry. An' if you want'a talk to KAYLEE, go right ahead, this ain't no Purple-belly slaveship. Just come runnin' to that laser if I call. Now get some chow if you want, an' go see 'Miss KAYLEE'."
EOM.
G'nite
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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MERZ move
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
to ENGINE ROOM
i have dossed on the deck for as long as i can remember and i am not going soft now. But i won’t argue with you about it either
MERZ stands and carefully makes her way across the busy room to where ROWAN is minding DAMON. ROWAN seems to be handling things just fine and while DAMON looks far from well, he also does not look like death is breathin’ on his neck either. Satisfied that no one needs her right now, she makes her way to the corridor that KAYLEE vanished down and looks for the engine room. glad to get out of that crowd, i’ll see if there is any food in a minute. the ‘verse knows i can’t cook to save my life
Not too hard to find, what with KAYLEE humming and working in there. MERZ has never seen anything quite like it, somewhere halfway between a mechanic’s nightmare and the most audacious engineering she could possibly imagine. heropa would want to adopt this girl KAYLEE is tinkering with something and looks up brightly when MERZ knocks on the doorframe. “Oh Hi!. Can I help you?”
“Hello. No I am fine, I just had a couple of things I need to say to you. I’m MERZ by the way.”
KAYLEE stands and comes over hand outstretched, “KAYLEE. Pleased to meet you I’m sure. What’s up?”
MERZ shakes the offered hand, not sure if that is what is called for, but it appears to satisfy KAYLEE, who waits for her to respond. “First off, I was in the Valley when you came in and I heard Serenity long before I saw her.” MERZ actually smiles. “I wanted to meet whoever loves her, those engines sing!” KAYLEE beams.
“Second. I have a confession to make. DAMON did a find job with that cannon and he knew how to fix the sighting error, where I would have spent time firing and correcting. It was me who bungled up the wiring. I don’t know Fireflys at all, and this one . . . is special anyway. I would greatly appreciate it if you would take the time to show me what I did wrong sometime. Then I will never repeat the same error. Do you mind?”
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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ZOE'S MOVE:
LOCATION: GALLEY
As...
ZOE see MAL's eye canvas the room, looking for KAYLEE, but she's already gone back to her engines. He sets the data stick on the table, grabs a bottle, and starts looking for food.
ZOE (to herself): Good to know we still think along the same lines - By rights, KAYLEE should be the next one to see that stick...
As she levers away from the wall and reaches for the data stick, ZOE hears MAL give MERZ permission to go talk to KAYLEE. MERZ leaves the galley, headed for the engine room, and ZOE tucks the data stick into her shirt pocket.
ZOE (to MAL): "I'll see that KAYLEE's the next one to see the doc's message, as soon as MERZ's done with her. Meantime..."
ZOE turns to BOOK, sitting at the table and looking for all the world like he thinks SIMON goin' missing is his fault. She puts a hand on his shoulder, offering what little comfort she can.
ZOE: "SHEPHERD, why don't you work some o' your magic in the kitchen? I imagine we got a mess o' folks all worked up and needin' a meal - and we got plenty o' rosemary."
ZOE smiles at BOOK and turns back to MAL.
ZOE: "Sir, I suggest we have MERZ settle into the empty crew quarters next to WASH's and my bunk. She'll be close to the bridge there, case we need her to man the laser. Shepherd already made up bunks for ROWAN an' THORNE, so that leaves DAMON here. Looks like it'd be best to have him bunked in the infirmary for now, wounded as he is."
As usual, ZOE puts her suggest forward and waits for MAL's decision before springing into action.
End Move.
OOC: Sorry this took me so long, folks! Lots of RL stuff takin' up my valuable RP time! 
~A~
...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.
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Mal's Move:
Location: Galley
ZOE: "Sir, I suggest we have MERZ settle into the empty crew quarters next to WASH's and my bunk. She'll be close to the bridge there, case we need her to man the laser. Shepherd already made up bunks for ROWAN an' THORNE, so that leaves DAMON here. Looks like it'd be best to have him bunked in the infirmary for now, wounded as he is."
[MAL realizes he had completely forgotten the empty crew quarters. He really does need to get some sleep. Well, ZOE suggested it, so she gets to do it.]
MAL: "Se-niou! Forgot all about those quarters. After you take KAYLEE the message stick, why don't you show MERZ where it is, an' then get DAMON down to sickbay. I better get my head down 'fore I fall over.
[MAL takes a final swig of tequila, sets the bottle down, and heads for his bunk.]
EOM
Se-niou = Crap-piss
OOC: See what happens when I leave my Serenity floorplan at home?
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Rowan's Move:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Slipping on purple rubber gloves, Rowan takes out some antiseptic and cleans the wound, gingerly touching the open area. Upon a quick inspection, she gives it a begrudgingly positive nod. All things considered, it could be a lot worse.
ROWAN: "Well, it doesn't look too awful. You managed to spring a couple stitches, though. I'll have to mend that."
Taking a syringe and a vial of local anesthetic out of the bag. She measures an exact dose, then expels a bit of it through the needle to eliminate air bubbles. Holding it upright, she leans in to meet Damon's gaze directly, hoping the sight of the needle will put him more in the mood to listen rather than give attitude.
ROWAN: "You strike me as the type who's not used to sitting still for very long, so I imagine you won't like hearing this, but unless you want this to turn completely septic and lead to your untimely demise, it would be in your best interests to try out the leisurely life for awhile."
EOM
We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
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ZOE's MOVE:
LOCATION - GALLEY to ENGINE ROOM
As MAL heads for his bunk, ZOE grins outright and heads down to the engine room.
ZOE arrives in the engine room just in time to hear MERZ's comment about KAYLEE's love of Serenity and her request to be shown the wiring error.
ZOE (to herself): "That outta put her in good with our girl."
She grins widely and pauses to make sure she's not interrupting.
ZOE: "KAYLEE, here's that data stick the doctor left. Why don't you have a look at your message while I show MERZ her bunk? Lemme know when you're finished, and I'll come get the stick - I'm a bit curious to know what the doc had to say to me that needed encryptin'."
ZOE hands the data stick to KAYLEE and turns to MERZ, looking to give KAYLEE some privacy.
ZOE: "MERZ, did you bring any gear aboard? We can pick it up on the way to your bunk. Follow me."
ZOE steps out of the engine room and waits for MERZ to follow.
Interim Location: Back Hall just outside Engine Room door
End Move.
~A~
...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.
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Inara's move--short
sorry guys, been out of the loop.
THORNE: "The Captain's right. We could all use a good night's rest. Tomorrow evening, though, I would beg the favour of some time alone with you, if that is acceptable?"
Inara lowers her lashes demurely, soft fans of black against her newly-pinkened cheeks.
You would be most welcome, Mr. Thorne. I should be ready to recieve you in my shuttle say...tomorrow, late afternoon? I fear we may need that much rest to recover from today. Inara smiles sweetly, reaching to clasp Thorne's hand as she passes.
Until tommorow then.
Inara glances toward Mal as he leaves the room. She turns and follows, grabbing two small protein bars from the sideboard as she passes. Determined to speak to him...about what, she's not quite sure yet.
Inara finds Mal wending is slow way down the hall toward his bunk, and stops him just outside his door.
INARA
"Mal....can we speak?" Inara calls. Mal turns to look at her with a weary expression. Inara steps back, smoothing her dress, realizing for the first time she still looks a bit dishevelled and smells a bit like a brewery from her escapades in the common room. Holding a protein bar out to Mal as she begins to speak:
"Do you know what Simon's off to do, Mal? Shepherd gave me the meme stick, but I never got a chance to read it. I truly worry for River...apparently I'm to care for her, but I'm not sure how she'll be without her brother...
much is left unsaid in Inara's eyes....Mal can read her concerns there...what are they to do with River if Simon never returns?
End Inara's turn
Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Quote:
Originally posted by Geezer:
MAL: "My name is Malcolm Reynolds, an' none of my crew sleeps on the deck! We'll find a place for you to doss, don't worry. An' if you want'a talk to KAYLEE, go right ahead, this ain't no Purple-belly slaveship. Just come runnin' to that laser if I call. Now get some chow if you want, an' go see 'Miss KAYLEE'."
Several thoughts tumble through Damon's mind as he digests this bit of information from the captain. Crew? How did we go from being bun tien-shung de ee-duai-ro strays to crew?
He doesn't say anything; being crew would probably mean coin at some point. More coin is always a good thing.
Zoe: "Sir, I suggest we have MERZ settle into the empty crew quarters next to WASH's and my bunk. She'll be close to the bridge there, case we need her to man the laser. Shepherd already made up bunks for ROWAN an' THORNE, so that leaves DAMON here. Looks like it'd be best to have him bunked in the infirmary for now, wounded as he is."
Jien tah duh guay. I'd sooner choose the floor of the cargo bay.
Mal: "Se-niou! Forgot all about those quarters. After you take KAYLEE the message stick, why don't you show MERZ where it is, an' then get DAMON down to sickbay. I better get my head down 'fore I fall over.
Mal turns to leave and Damon quickly speaks up before he gets too far.
"If its all the same to you, I'd prefer to sleep in the shuttle."
Mal nods. "Can't say I blame you, wouldn't want to sleep in there my own self."
Damon turns his attention back to Rowan who now has a pair of purple gloves on.
ROWAN: "Well, it doesn't look too awful. You managed to spring a couple stitches, though. I'll have to mend that."
She takes a syringe and a vial of local anesthetic out of the bag. She measures an exact dose, then expels a bit of it through the needle to eliminate air bubbles. Holding it upright, she leans in to meet Damon's gaze directly.
Damon tenses up the moment the needle leaves the bag, glaring at it like it was a poisonous snake. He relaxes a little when he sees her fill it with anesthetic but still doesn't look too happy with it.
ROWAN: "You strike me as the type who's not used to sitting still for very long, so I imagine you won't like hearing this, but unless you want this to turn completely septic and lead to your untimely demise, it would be in your best interests to try out the leisurely life for awhile."
Leisurely life? The concept was as strange to him as the sky to a fish. She's damn right I don't sit still for long. Life doesn't slow down just because you get injured. You get beat up by a guard, you dust yourself off and go back to work. You try to escape and break your arm, you dust youself off and get back to work. You get shot in the leg for trying again, you close it up and go back to work. And you don't close it with no stitches either. Just cuz I'm free doesn't mean I can go soft. Hell, spending the morning in a bar nearly got me caught this morning. I have coin to make and Feds to avoid and I'm not going to get either of those things done sitting on my ass.
Damon gives Rowan a hard look. "Leisurely lives are for those who can afford them. How about we forget the stitches and just put a hot knife to it so I can continue earning my keep?"
Jien tah duh guay = like hell
OOC: Geezer, I assume that Damon using the spare shuttle isn't a problem, so I had Mal answer for you. Hope that flies.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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