RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 13
POSTED BY: Channain
UPDATED: Monday, April 5, 2004 14:04
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - FRONT HALL
Quote:
Originally posted by Channain:
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?"
Damon continues to watch her as he conciders her proposal. His leg and arm wound should probably be looked at at some point, but that would require getting undressed. He continues down the hall toward the stairs.
"I got nothing against pain killers. I can get my own the next time I pass the infirmery. As for you following me around, wouldn't you get tired or bored or something?"
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Rowan's Move:
LOCATION - FRONT Passageway
Quote:Following along behind, Rowan manages to stay about three steps behind to keep from crowding him as they head down the stairs.
DAMON: "I got nothing against pain killers. I can get my own the next time I pass the infirmary. As for you following me around, wouldn't you get tired or bored or something?"
ROWAN: "I'm a people watcher - observing all manner of behavior is my thing. You'd be surprised how much of 9-ball involves watching the other player."
They continue downward. Since her sandals are virtually silent, Damon has to turn to check and see if she's still behind him every six steps or so. At the bottom, Rowan decides to give him a break.
ROWAN: "How about I just give you the patches instead and you do with them what you want - or don't. Just make sure you give them back if you don't, okay? Sneak them in or something? Considering this crew's tendency to get shot at, if you don't use them, they definitely will."
EOM
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
Quote:
Originally posted by Channain:
ROWAN: "How about I just give you the patches instead and you do with them what you want - or don't. Just make sure you give them back if you don't, okay? Sneak them in or something? Considering this crew's tendency to get shot at, they'll use them if you don't."
Damon reaches the cargo bay floor a few steps ahead of Rowan and turns around to face her again. He's not sure what watching people has to do with anything, or even what Rapiheal patches are, but he holds his hand out for them anyway.
"I'd say thank you, but it would ruin my façade of independence and completely throw off all the behavior observing you've done on me already."
A small smile accompanies his flimsy attempt at humor, as he takes the patches from her and pockets them.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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START LOCATION - MERZ DORM
As ...
MERZ approaches the comm; that being what is beeping at her. She has a transferred message. It is attached to an internal message from THORNE.
Quote:She fires back a quick response. “Thanks Roosevelt. I received it.”
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.
She is not sure she can deal with this . . . confession, revelation, greeting, whatever. MERZ sighs and shakes her head. One thing she has learned over the years is that refusing to notice something never results in it going away. nothing good is going to come of this She opens the file. It is very short.
Quote:
When we meet again, m'lady, there is much I would like to discuss . . . I will return.
There is so much emotion in his voice. She closes her eyes. She hates the thought of it. She cherishes the sound of it. Were he here, could she ever decide between executing him for the danger he represents, or touching his hand to share – what? She has no idea what.
he looked at me like a starving man at a feast. i have seen that look before, where i was always one of many, many others . . . nothing special just another woman. but this time. this time is not the same, not routine, not casual. and he does not know, does not care that i am . . . flawed
She looks at the comm screen, at the image that came along with the message. A bird of prey, with wings of sharpened steel. An odd image to go with this message.
Quote:
I will return
yes i do believe you will. no idea if it will turn out to be a promise or a threat. we will have much to say count on that.
She wipes the message, no point to save it, she will remember it. As she turns away she looks again at the image that somehow she has decided to keep and leave up on the screen. Without being aware of it, she strokes one of the wings with the same caress she gave to Hlastoni’s fighter back in the Valley.
A sudden decision. There is coffee brewing and that likely means people are stirring. Go get breakfast, mingle with crewmates, try to learn some of the rules. Forget {yeah, right} troubling thoughts for now. Leave it for the night and the silence.
MERZ starts for the galley.
END LOCATION - TRAVELING TO DINING ROOM
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Rowan's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY and/or INFIRMARY
When Damon holds out his hand, Rowan's quick to react before he has a second to change his mind. Darting into the Infirmary, she opens one of the cabinets, breaks open a fresh box of number ten patches, and zips back out to hand him a handfull.
ROWAN: "Just put these on wherever it hurts. Then call me in the morning." (she grins) "That's earth-that-was doctor humor. Pretty bad, huh? Actually, if one starts to itch, just replace it."
Quote:Rowan lets her gaze slant at him in speculation, returning his smile as he stuffs the patches in the front pocket of his trousers. He's a handsome one, gotta give him that. Would be quite the catch if he shaved of the scruff.
DAMON: "I'd say thank you, but it would ruin my façade of independence and completely throw off all the behavior observing you've done on me already."
ROWAN: "So where you headed, xiâo dì dì? Toward home or away from it?"
EOM
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OOC: funny that you mention shaving the scruff, Channain, I was going to have him do just that when he replaces his bandages. 
Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
Quote:
Originally posted by Channain:
ROWAN: "So where you headed, xiâo dì dì? Toward home or away from it?"
The question catches him completely off guard. He shifts his gaze, letting it roam for a moment.
Home. Home? It had been so long since he had even thought about home. Although, now that he thinks about it, he remembers dreaming something about home yesterday. Back in the day when a drunk man was the extent of his problems.
"Away, I guess. Haven't been home in... over nine years."
Nine years? Was that all? Seems like so much longer than that. He suddenly finds himself wondering how his mother was doing. Whether she was dead or still trying to drink away her abuse.
Stop thinking that. You go home now and he'll turn you over to Crofton before you take two steps through the door. He sold you once, he'll do it again. Besides, you don't owe her anything.
Still, he can't help wondering if she is okay...
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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LOCATION - GYRFALCON:
Orbit, unknown
As ...
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 nanites 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 SIMON's.
SIMON simply stares back. His gaze intense, but face impassive, he sits deeper in the chair. Suddenly SLIGHTs eyes snap shut and he, as if in slow-motion, slumps to the deck. His clothes suddenly fly apart in millions of minuscule particles and envelope his body.
SIMON leans forward to inspect the mummified SLIGHT. Satisfied that Slight is fully imobilized, he smiles a small repitilian grin. SLIGHT is most definitely under the effects of the psychotropic mixed in the chemical mish-mash contained within the inhaler cartridges.
He bridges his fingers together as he contemplates the next move. Smiling, he reaches into the pocket and pulls out a small rectangle. Holding it up to the light he peers at the somber face of Book staring out from the ident card.
SIMON
still with slight Hungarian accent
"Training iz evaporating, yes Shepherd? Dulled are ze instincts zeez days. Ah, time to see if my instincts are dulled. I believe my preparations are corvect, ve shall zee."
He uses Book's card to link to a secure wave frequency and inputs a lengthy code. He then speaks into the microphone.
SIMON
"Corvair Troy, It iz time."
SIMON sits back and looks again at the gently buzzing black mummy of SLIGHT.
SIMON
with genteel humor and sigh
"Waiting iz..."
With another soft sigh, he closes his eyes to consider the coming possibilities.
EOM
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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LOCATION - HERA:
The Outback
NISKA huddles next to a small fire in a crook of an old washed-out gully. His fine suit is rumpled torn and very dirty. Sharp and vicious eyes gleam from the edges of the firelight, yet NISKA takes no notice of them. He simply stares into the fire as he goes over his options and desires.
His eyes glitter with the anticipation of setting his full plans into motion. A brisk wind shoots cold needles through his exposed flesh. It brings back the eaisly remembered chill of the cyrobox. NISKA's frown deepens. The faces of the Serenity crew speed by his minds eye to stop on the features of Malcom Renolds.
NISKA
like the report of a shotgun
"GAH!"
The short explosion of sound scatters the predators lurking in the vicinity. NISKA breifly wishes to get the taste of gully-rat out of his mouth. With an internal laugh, he wonders what wine would be best with gully-rat tartare.
Civilization, not much further he thinks. Simple access to a wave set and he will implement his will. Corvair knew the codex and signal skipping pattern. He knows his duty and loyalties ... unlike Early., NISKA nods unconsciously at the thought. He then closes his eyes and contemplates the future possibilities. Possibilities soon to be held in his hands ... his alone.
EOM
"Observe Analyze & Respond"
Motto of the A.P.E.s
Alliance Protean Engineers
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Book's Move
LOCATION - GALLEY
River. She was still asleep a little while ago. Book nods slowly and paces a little, not realizing what he's doing. He continues to nod, talking quietly to himself, as he walks slowly out of the galley, not really looking at anyone.
Book goes down the aft stairs and stops at the bottom. He makes a check on Rivers door to see if any light is illuminating it yet, not seeing anything, he goes quietly back to the common area and begins to pace again. He takes the memory stick out of his pocket, lets it scan his retina again and once again he hears Simon's message to him... asking him, among other things, to watch out for River as best he could. His voice sounded strange, a little tighter than usual. Stress.
LOCATION - BOOK'S ROOM
Books wanderings take him back to his room, where immediately he notices a light purple glow coming from one of his small containers. Knowing this glow, he immediately pushes all other thoughts out of his mind and goes quickly to the container. He removes a communicator. Placing his thumb to the tiny pad on the front, it spring to life and a small face apppears.
Unknown person: "We detected your signal being used on a secure frequency. We couldn't decipher anything of the message, or we wouldn't have broken silence, but you must know that's why you're being contacted..."
Book:"Yes."
Unknown person: "Yes... your signature was used allowing someone to access certain... restricted areas. I'm sorry, but protocol demanded we contact you. We do not doubt you, Sir."
EM
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Inara: Who's winning?
Simon: I can't really tell, they don't seem to be playing by any civilized rules that I know.
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Rowan's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
Quote:Seeing the effect that realization has on him, Rowan lets herself sympathize a little. Thoughts of home have always brought strong images to mind for her. The last time she saw her parents in particular.
DAMON: "Away, I guess. Haven't been home in... over nine years."
Quote:Rowan smiled softly and nodded.
There was no way of predicting when it would happen. Wars start on their own timetable, marching ahead without the slightest care as to who it might inconvenience.
"At least we got the important part done," she said in Chinese. Hearing the urgent rumblings muffled by the bullet-proof glass, she watched the war begin from behind the scenes and didn't really care for the view.
"That, I think, is a matter of opinion," he replied grumpily. Standing behind her, he folded her into his arms and held her close, his mouth near her ear. "I would have rather have spent this night as we planned."
She smiled slowly and turned to see shadows of frustration in his narrowed eyes. "I don't think I've seen you anxious about anything before," she whispered and touched her lips to the corner of his mouth before they shared a sweet and very thorough kiss.
He was still wearing the off white hounds tooth coat, complete with the red orchid boutonnière. She was in red silk, darker than was traditional, with simple black embroidery. Not far away, her parents were huddled together, observing the goings on below with some trepidation.
"I just wish we could have gotten them back to the space port first," she said. Seeing them cling to each other for support, she squeezed the strong arm around her. "It'll be harder to get them back to Osiris now."
"Harder, but not impossible," he assured her. "I will keep them safe, I promise."
"I know." She had always felt safe with him. Before she loved him she had been aware of his strength, that quality about him that made men want to follow where he led, without getting swallowed up by his shadow. He would do great things for the new Independence and she would help see to it. For better and for worse, and into hell and back. She'd promised him.
ROWAN: "It's been about fifteen years for me. I haven't seen my parents in about ten, and my brother and sister left well before that. I've seen my sister, but not my brother - haven't had so much as a clue on where he is." (she gives him another speculative look) "I'd be willing to bet real platinum that you're an only child."
EOM
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