RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 14
POSTED BY: FrauDirektor
UPDATED: Saturday, April 24, 2004 00:52
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MERZ move
LOCATION – BOOKS ROOM
BOOK smiled at her.
Quote:
Fortunately for you, faith can be mended. Those people who told you that religion was meant to control you... did they try to control you?
MERZ tried to smile back at him, knowing that her smile more resembles - well she doesn’t know what. But not his. “Did they try to control me? Pretty thoroughly I suspect. I had no measure of how much until I . . . left.”
Quote:
Tell me, what does TROY stand for ?
MERZ considers the question, her face once more relaxed into nothing. “I do not believe it stands for anything. It is just our – name. We are team TROY. I am unit Mercedes. There are other teams. I have met units from team HARN, MORT and OPAL.” Without conscious thought, MERZ has straightened even further than is normal for her, practically sitting at attention. Her words become almost a litany. “We are orphans. We were given names and a place. We are grateful and dutiful. We are trained. We are utilized as needed. We do not question. We do not deviate. We do not fail. We honor our commander.”
MERZ drops her head, and then looks sideways up at the Shepherd, like a young child. “I . . . deviate. I have failed my commander, and I have dishonored myself. I do not wish to return. That is further dishonor.” pause “Strange, to have wishes of my own.”
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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OOC: I said I wouldn't, but I am
Slights move:
Slight wanders into town. His armor has locked itself into the fishnet shirt-like configuration, and is covered by the black leather trenchcoat. Thankfully, it has gone silent.
He can see the typical fare of a ship port. Sad little men, peddling transport, old women selling clothes. Little children running around, trying to find likely pickpocketing targets. Teenage girls in the small alleys, wearing next to nothing and eyeing potential customers.
To Slight, it feels like home.
Searching out the transports is a hassle. He sens a few discreet messages to the armor, and walks slowly to the nearest Cortex terminal. He moves to turn on the screen, and stops, shocked, staring at his face.
His eyes are the deep, fierce gold of an albino. The reflective red is gone, as was the shielded gray.
Slight shakes his head. Whatever happened in his mind has taken a strange toll.
The nanytes, sensing the terminal, follow his instructions and fly into it. Within seconds, they've integrated themselves into the system. The machine is faster, and already searching for passage to New Hokkaido. Four ships flash onto the screen. Void, a rustbucket TransView is still operating here. It then deletes the two that are leaving too late-one's leaving tomorrow-and of the two that are left is the TransView. Only other ship there is-Well, what do you know? It's a Firefly class transport. Looks to be in decent shape. Captain Seraph, flying for thiry years. The nanytes quickly check the fed files. Nope, looks like. . .Lillian is a clean ship.
Go-se. Means the captain is a law-abiding citizen, or too smart for his good. Either way, bad for Brink Helsing.
Slight shrugs. He can squeeze him, one way or another. Slight checks the passenger manifest. Oh, good, they're waiting for one more passenger. Then Slight looks closer at who else is flying.
Go-se.
You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.
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THORNE'S MOVE:
LOCATION: HIS QUARTERS
[THORNE is ironing a white cotton shirt. As he irons he is unconsciously singing "Ready for Love" by Bad Company.
"Walkin' down this rocky road
Wondering where my life is leadin'
Rollin' on to the bitter end
Finding out along the way
What it takes to keep love living
You should know how it feels, my friend"
He finishes the shirt and hangs it beside the suit he had touched up earlier. Freshly polished shoes sit on the shelf.
Clothing ready, he opens the case he earlier fetched from the hold and pulls a small stasis chamber from it. The chamber's lock opens to his fingerprint, and he removes two heavy round objects. Carefully laying them on the bed, he retrieves a metallic cylinder from the case and places it beside them. He opens the cylinder, fits the globes gently inside, closes and latches the lid, and checks the timer set into it.
He removes other objects, including a razor-sharp knife and a bottle of clear liquid, from the stasis chamber and case and places them, along with the cylinder, in a well-used duffel bag.]
THORNE: "Yes sir. Someone's gonna get the surprise of their life tonight. Wasn't sure I could get this stuff on board, but it'll be well worth it if everything goes off at the right time."
[Smiling, he counts out 500 Plat in new Alliance bills and places them in an envelope. He folds the flap over but doesn't seal it, then puts the envelope in an inside pocket of the suit.]
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION COMMON AREA to INFIRMARY
Damon reaches the common area and finds the washing machine without much difficulty. His small bundle of clothes are dropped into the machine, followed by a reasonable amount of soap. He closes the lid, making sure that it's sealed and hits the start button.
Satisfied when he hears the sound of running water from inside the machine, he walks into the infirmery and closes the door behind him.
OOC: That's all for now. I'll have time for more tomorrow. Night all- or good morning, depending on when you guys read this 
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Book's Move
LOCATION - BOOK'S ROOM
Book's eyes soften and he goes to the floor in front of Mercedes and sits down smoothly into a cross-legged position.
"Honor is earned. The way you and the other TROY's were treated wasn't right. Those people who treated you that way deserve no honor from you."
Book watches the confused look on Merz's face. Is she confused with the ideas? Does she not believe me? he thinks.
"It isn't dishonor to wish for your own freedom, nor is it strange. Every person on this ship wants their freedom... in one way or another. Having attained your freedom, although not the complete freedom you're searching for, you shouldn't feel dishonor."
Book folds his hands together and rests them on his legs. "How is it that you were separated from the other TROY's and given the opportunity to meet those other people?
EM
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MAL'S MOVE:
Location: Bridge/Crew Quarters Passage/Hold/Common Room/Galley
[MAL can hear and feel the movement of people all over the ship. His watch is over, and he decides to take a prowl around and act captainy for a while. Leaving the Bridge, whe pauses at WASH and ZOE's bunk and pounds on the hatch.]
MAL: "WASH! Get your jing tzahng mei yong duh butt off my First Officer an' up to the bridge. Need you to re-check everythin', after that Crazy Ivan yesterday. Ma-shong ya' hear?"
[Giving the hatch one last hearty thump, MAL clumps down the fore stair to the Hold. He checks the strapping on the conex and tightens a turnbuckle that doesn't really need it. A pile of disarranged storage boxes shows that DAMON was at least looking for the tie-downs to use as field-expedient seat belts, although he's nowhere to be seen right now.
Hearing a step, he turns in time to see ROWAN on the starboard catwalk entering the passage to INARA's shuttle. Just goin' for some girl talk?
Since he's already looking up, he turns around to check the lights and vents on the ceiling. On the port catwalk he sees RIVER. she is walking along the top of the handrail, above a 30 foot drop, as though it were a tightrope. Her eyes are closed. Nothing unusual there.
When he arrives at the common Room, he finds it empty, but can see DAMON in the laundry. 'Bout time that boy cleaned up. Hope he's takin' it easy on those wounds. MAL knows how easy it is to make 'em worse if you're not careful.
The smell of fresh coffee and hot baked goods draws him up the aft stair to the galley. KAYLEE is finishing off a muffin.]
MAL: "Mornin' Little Miss Winnit. Better be a muffin left for me, or someone's gonna be cleaning the outer hull with a toothbrush. Let's see what we got here."
[MAL finds his special cup, emblazoned with the slogan 'Cause I'm the Captain, That's Why!', pours a cup of coffee, and grabs a muffin. After a bite and a sip, he feels right with the world, and sits down at the table to finish his breakfast.]
EOM
Jing tzahng mei yong duh = Frequently useless
Ma-Shong = On the double
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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LOCATION -INARA'S SHUTTLE
Inara turns to the door as Rowan enters. Smiling graciously as she looks up into the taller woman's striking jade gaze, Inara clasps Rowan's hand and welcomes her in. As Inara turns to close the door, she sees Mal peering up from the floor of th e cargo bay. Inara's heart gives a small leap, then she realizes he's probably just inspecting the ceiling. "I must really be slipping" she thinks to herself. Closing the door and leading Rowan by the hand to the velvet sofa, Inara motions for her to sit.
"Ah Rowan! It's so good to see you up and about. Feeling better I trust? You will join me for tea, won't you?"
Inara busies herself with tea preparation as they talk--she is still wearing the thin shift she slept in, but has thoroughly bathed, he skin glowing, freshly scrubbed.
Each time Inara glances up into Rowan's eyes, she feels a comfortable warmth, a familiarity--she is very much like her sister in so many ways--though Inara would bet neither would admit to it. Aislin's face flows into place over Rowan's in Inara's mind--her soft smile...her kind words...she is a part of home Inara has missed greatly.
pouring Rowan the first cup, then her own, the two women sit in companionable conversation.
EOM
Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss
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Kaylee's Move
Location: Galley
Lost in ruminations about Simon, Kaylee hears the Captain griping about something from far away.
"Mornin', Cap'n," she says vaguely.
End Move
BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."
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Wash's move:
Wash hears the sharp, almost fatherly orders from the captain above his bunk. He gives a sheepish grin to his wife. "Guess I better get back to the office. If you get some coffee, save me a sip, bao bei?" They both smile. They know she'll bring a perfect cup of brownbean-once she gets around to it.
He pulls on his hawaiian shirt, and hops onto the ladder. With a few steps, he arrives into the bridge, and flips three switches. Within moments, he's got his baby talkin to him. Looks like the port afterburner's reacting a little slowly, better check that out,.
You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.
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ZOE's MOVE(finally!):
LOCATION - WASH & ZOE'S BUNK
WASH kisses ZOE's forhead. Recognizing his morning ritual of waking her by trying not to wake her, ZOE shifts, and smiles, pretending to stay sleep. When she hears WASH begin to move around, she knows the jig is up and decides to get up and start the day.
WASH: "Good morning, baobei.*"
ZOE's smile widens as looks up and sees WASH's pants still haven't quite made it above his ankles. She glances at the clock and chuckles softly, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
ZOE: "Bet the Capn'll be beatin' down the door any minute..."
The sound of MAL pounding on the door and shouting interrupts her. She shakes her head ruefully and begins to dress, still chuckling.
ZOE: "Never fails..."
WASH gives ZOE a sheepish grin. ZOE grins back and finishes dressing.
WASH: "Guess I better get back to the office. If you get some coffee, save me a sip, baobei*?"
They both smile. They know she'll bring him a perfect cup of brownbean - when she gets around to it. WASH pulls on his Hawaiian shirt, climbs the ladder and heads up to the bridge.
ZOE finishes pinning her hair back, takes a moment for a long stretch, then climbs the ladder herself, heading in the opposite direction.
ZOE enters the galley and looks around to see who's about. She sees KAYLEE at the table, munchin' a muffin, looking for all the world like she ain't really there. Feeling sympathy for the young woman, ZOE puts her hand on KAYLEE's shoulder as she passes, giving it a little pat in understanding.
ZOE sees MAL sitting at the table too, sipping from his favorite mug. Figuring coffee's not such a bad idea, she goes to the decanter and fills a cup for herself, thinking she can bring WASH a mug and a muffin once she's got the lay of the land for the day. She gives MAL a sidelong glance and smiles slyly as she pours.
ZOE: "Thanks for the wake up call, Capn. Didn't much need it, but it's nice to be thought of."
ZOE picks up her cup and leans against the wall nearest the table. Raising the cup to her lips, she takes a long pull, taking care not to burn her mouth, and glances surreptitiously at MAL over the rim.
END LOCATION - DINING ROOM
End Move.
baobei = darling, sweetheart
OOC: Woohoo!! I finally get to post!!! 
~A~
...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.
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