RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 13
POSTED BY: Channain
UPDATED: Monday, April 5, 2004 14:04
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THORNE'S MOVE:
Location: Laundry/His Quarters
[Laundry finished, THORNE tidies up the laundry room and returns to his room. The flashing comm reminds him to forward SLIGHT's attachment in his message to MERZ's bunk. He does so now, along with a voice message.]
"MERZ, this is Rosie Thorne. a little earlier I received a message from BRINK HELSING. This one for you came attached to it. Sorry I forgot to mention it earlier. Anyway, here it is."
[That taken care of, THORNE settles in to prepare for his evening with Inara. A surprise or two for her, and then a little meditation to attain the proper state of mind.]
EOM
OOC: and see you Monday.
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Rowan's Move:
LOCATION: GALLEY
Quote:Rowan blushes at the implication as Book smiles into his coffee.
Book: "They are stunning. I'm not just saying that to get you to love me either."
ROWAN: "I don't think he was either, considering he was more or less my boss at the time."
She's startled to feel a hand on her face, turning it up so she can see its Kaylee, and watches the girl smile in approval.
Quote:Rowan's jaw drops of its own volition as Kaylee beams and wanders back over to the table. Curling up in her chair, she pulls the muffin into two parts and then quarters and begins delicately eating the pieces with her fingers.
KAYLEE: "Well now...those have got ta be the prettiest eyes I ever saw. I thought Inara had the best eyes ever, but ya've managed to pass her right by."
Maybe she could have worn dark sunglasses or something to the Galley to avoid all the attention - positive and well meaning though it may be. They would have been easy to explain away as a temporary contingent for her injury. She could even have gotten into the tournament with them without too much problem - other players have utilized more dramatic means to create an image. Then again, considering Book and Thorne - and Merz - already knew she was covering something up, it would have been a moot effort.
Catching the girl's smile, Rowan smiles back, narrowing her eyes a little without the slightest idea that she's just made herself look as contented as a cat after a long nap.
ROWAN (to herself): "Might have to take care. Wouldn't do to get too attached to these folk. It'll make leaving that much more troublesome when the time comes."
EOM
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Damon's move:
LOCATION - BRIDGE to DINING ROOM
Quote:
Originally posted by Geezer:
MAL: "Not much to do for a while, an' you'll wanta take it easy after all that floppin' around durin' the Ivan yesterday. Too much floppin' 'round all round. Hey, wait a minute! There's some cam-lock cargo straps down in the cargo bay. Get a couple sets and see if you can rig up some kind'a restraint belts on the seats in here. Seems gorram dumb for the pilot and gunner to be flyin' all over the bridge if we overload the grav generators. Just look in the bin marked 'straps'."
Assuming he doesn't have to wait to be dismissed, Damon turns toward the hall and heads toward the galley. He notices the smell of strong coffie first and then sees that more of the crew is awake. Book, Rowan and Kaylee sit in various locations around the room silently smiling for no reason Damon can fathom.
He walks over to the kitchen and pours the last of the coffie into a mug. Coffie is not something he's very fond of, but the caffine is invaluable when it comes to staying active with an injured body.
Swallowing most of it, he's surprised to find that it's actually not that bad. Guess not all coffie tastes like recycled dishwater.
He crosses the dinning room, as he finishes the last of his coffie and sets his mug down on the table on his way out.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Rowan's Move:
LOCATION: GALLEY
Catching sight of Damon as he comes in from the direction of the bridge, Rowan watches him, waiting for any sign that the wound is giving him trouble. Seems to be moving well, and not favoring the side any. That's a good sign. Might want to check it out, though, just in case. That would be the least obvious way to get out of the Galley and away from all the attention, whether Damon actually lets her look at the wound or not.
Unfolding her legs, she slips back into her sandals and stands up.
ROWAN: "Hey, xiâo dì dì - how's that hole in your gut? Been behaving?"
EOM
xiâo dì dì = little brother
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Book's Move
LOCATION - GALLEY
Standing with his now empty cup, Book crosses to the coffee brewer, sets down his cup and prepares more coffee. While waiting, he takes a white cloth covering off a large basket on the counter, carries it over to the table to Kaylee and offers her the first choice from the full basket of fresh muffins, (another boon from Thorne's cargo) then sets the basket on the table.
"Did you sleep well, Kaylee?"
EM
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Quote:
Originally posted by Channain:
ROWAN: "Hey, xiâo dì dì - how's that hole in your gut? Been behaving?"
Damon stops and turns when he realizes that Rowan is adressing him. Her question reminds him of the ache in his side that he had been ignoring. He looks down into her green eyes, as she walks toward him, realizing that they aren't the same color they were yesterday.
"Haven't looked at it yet, and I haven't looked at the other ones since they got patched up, but all three of em seem to be behaving the way bullet wounds usually do."
He turns back to the door, hoping that she isn't wanting to change the bandages or whatever it is they do. He's had too many people pawing him already.
xiâo dì dì = little brother
OOC: ok, Channain, hope that gives Rowan the exit she needs. Coarse now Damon's looking for one, but I already have his comment on her eyes planned for his change of subject.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Kaylee's Move
Location: Galley
Kaylee smiles at Book as he offers her a fresh muffin.
"Thanks, Sheperd...these sure look good."
Taking a still-warm muffin out of the basket, her smiles fades a little as she thinks about the nightmares she's had.
"I dunno, Sheperd. Didn't sleep all that well, and I got a feelin' that somethin' is really wrong. But I couldn't tell ya what it is. Jus' a feelin'. Oh, and here's the memory stick from Simon...you kin pass it on ta whoever's next."
Frowning, she hands the stick to Book.
End Move
BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."
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Book's Move
Location: Galley
Book reaches out for the memory stick. "I have the same bad feeling." He pockets the memory stick using his uninjured hand and wonders who he should give the stick to next... the answer comes in a flash, River. Looking back to Kaylee, Book's face matches the seriousness of her own. "I had it before Simon left, and it's only gotten worse since he's been away. I never should have let him go off like he did."
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Slights move:
Slight stares at the doctor. "Pale moonlight?"
The words bring back something to him. Something he can't place. A memory of a presence he'd felt, while in the underground. The burning in his mouth has only gotten worse. It's like he swallowed battery acid
Slight makes a decision he hasn't made since he left the Sun and killed Angel. He decides to delve deeper. With a resounding snap, the nanytes inject into his bloodstream stimulants and DNA shifting drugs, turning his blood into the biochemical soup the Sun wanted so desperately. His eyes begin to bleed as he locks his gaze with Simons.
With a flash, and a boom of thunder, he and the doctor are facing each other. Slights armor is gone, and he is wearing only a pair of black leather jeans and boots. The doctor's clothes are the usual-a a shimmering suit, very posh. THey face each other on a black platuea, with a sky of liqued gold overhead.
But something is different about Simon. The face is creasing, drying, becoming older. And the smile of Simon's, once so gentle, is hardening, crystallizing. Whoever this is, he is evil.
Brink Helsing grins. This is his land, now, and no one may touch him.
The tattoo across his chest and back melts, shifts. It seeps out of his skin, becoming the embodiment of his soul. It pulls out of him, like a hand coming out of water. The raven is at first hazy, seeming to be made of smoke. Then it hardens, and the raven is standing on his shoulder. It gives a fierce cry, stretching silver-tipped wings, challenging the intruder in Simon's mind.
The smile has not changed a wit. A smoke seems to explode out of Simons skin, and with a brief flash Slight is reminded of the Gepetto of Earth that Was. But the kindness of this mans face is marred. He is a killer. And he has taken over Simon's mind now.
The raven launches itself from Slights shoulder. With another cry, it goes to remove this evil. The thing laughs, and Slight can feel a rending in his chest. It's like his heart is being pulled and twisted inside of him! The raven falls to the ground. What was once fierce is now something to be pitied, as it rolls in the ground, its wings broken.
Slight opens his eyes slowly. His chest his head, his arms. . .even his clothes hurts. His whole mouth is burning, tingling, like he just threw up. Without moving, Slight can feel the ship has stopped flying.
His armor is buzzing in consternation over his body. The moment he fell unconsciuos, it exploded off of him, became an impregable cloud, protecting him in his weakened state. As he slowly crawls to his feet, exhausted, the armor returns to his body, clicking and snapping in anger, as it injects painkillers into him. He might pass out at any second, his blood is so filled with drugs.
He reaches for his pack of cigarettes, and finds the inhaler Simon gave him. With disgust, he decides to pocket it, and lights one of his regular cancer sticks. The greasy smoke seems to revive him, as he looks around. The doctor is gone. And he seems to have taken a consul or to, making flying the ship impossible. Digging around, he finds a black trenchcoat, leather. If it had cralled out of the Void itself, he would have worn it.
He steps outside, and can see the town far ahead. It's going to be a long walk, and only the Void knew how he was going to get to NH, but he had to find Reynolds. His crewmember was missing, and while Sliht didn't relish the thought-in fact, was downright scared of it-he had to tell the Captain.
Slight took a long drag of the cigarette. As he began the descent down the hill towards the city, the sun set behind him
The sky above it was blood red.
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Rowan's Move:
Quote:Taking her cup with her, she joins him at the door, well aware that the last thing he wants is to get checked over again. It was hard enough getting stitches in the boy the first time.
DAMON: "Haven't looked at it yet, and I haven't looked at the other ones since they got patched up, but all three of 'em seem to be behaving the way bullet wounds usually do."
ROWAN: "Well, normally I'd say if you're feeling in the need of pain killers, or something unusual shows up, you should let me know. Considering that would thoroughly ruin that façade of independence you're trying so hard to build, I should probably save my breath, right?"
Her sarcasm at least gets him to stop and turn to give her a dark look. She blows over her coffee as they stare at each other and takes another gulp before continuing.
ROWAN: "I could just follow you around with a couple new Rapiheal patches till you get sick of me, or you could follow me down to the Infirmary and let me put them on now. Then you can just avoid me for the rest of the trip. How's that?"
EOM
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