RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 14
POSTED BY: FrauDirektor
UPDATED: Saturday, April 24, 2004 00:52
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Book's Move
LOCATION - CARGO BAY to GALLEY
Book goes slowly up the fore stairway, missing Thorne coming down the other stairs, and stops in the hallway outside the galley. He looks up past the crew quarters to the bridge and see's Merz talking to Wash. No River on the bridge.
Book turns away from the hallway to the bridge and steps through the doorway and down the few steps into the galley. He glances quickly around the room, lowers himself into a padded chair in the corner. Closing his eyes for a moment, he thinks to himself. This is a small ship. She can't have gone far.
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Wash raises his eyebrows in frank confusion. Command room? Future manuevering?
Mr. Wash?
Wash stands easily, holding up his hands.
"Umm, for one thing, only my mother and the feds get to call me Mr. Wash. Wash, or that crazy guy behind the wheel will do shiny. Pilot, if you're feeling too orderly to be onboard this ship. And this is just a bridge. Only commands done in here is the captains commands on where to go, and my commandin' the ship to get there. As for the gunner chair, patch it up if you feel like it. However, I don't like belts clipping my, uh. . .thigh." Just as the engine room is Kaylee's turf, this is Wash's homestead, and he's made it just the way he likes it. "So do what you feel like doin' on the gunners chair, but I'm comfortable with this chair. You'll be the one doin' the shooting here, I just push three buttons and get us wherever we gotta go."
Wash sits back down, flipping through the NavCom of the dropsite. "Where are you headed, anyway?" Wash asks easily. Might as well get to know the previously naked woman.
You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.
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MERZ move
LOCATION - BRIDGE
well, apparently that flowery, shirt thingie i have not be able to make heads or tails of is not a uniform. so, drop the mr. i can do that.
MERZ gives WASH a long look. “Being as how we can be plain spoken folk here and now, I do have something for you to consider. You do not have to wear a restraint all of the time you are in that chair, and I have every sympathy for a belt “clipping” anatomical bits, considering no chest belt was EVER designed to make a woman comfortable. But please consider that if you do a roll in this bird during a fight, and your ever beloved ZOE is in the gunner chair safely strapped, you got no one holding you down. When you land on your head, don’t come crying to me.” Pause “If you let me install them now they will be there when you need them even if it is 10 years from now. Bet it’ll make ZOE feel better.”
that is a low blow and i should never have used it. but he won’t believe me so it can’t matter
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Where are you headed, anyway
that is a safe enough question, bein’ as how i got no answer for it
Content to chat for a moment, DAMON having the straps with him, MERZ considers her answer for a second. An opportunity to learn to talk to people can’t be passed up. “Out there, somewhere,” she says motioning out the view port with her head and holding up one hand. “No I am not being difficult or secretive. I really don’t know where I am going. Somewhere, I have no idea where to look, I have . . . friends, I hope. Until I find them or a lead to them, I suppose I am just . . . driftin’.”
She gazes off into nowhere. “Sooner or later I will find a reference to a new ship, Chimera, or to Captain Marovech Rahn, or Hlas, or someone. I can be patient.” like i have a choice
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If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Wash can't help but be amazed. The robot can speak plain English, and she has a fine point.
"Alright, put it that way, I would like to see my kid's later on."
Wash considers her response.
"Well, I can well relate to drifting jus' fine. We've been sailin for more'n six years, and I don't think we've ever settled on a place more'n two weeks, and that was just cuz we had to repair somethin'." Wash smiles fondly at the memory. "That was actually where we picked up Kaylee. Since then, never had a so much as a rattle that she couldn' fix. But hey, we're always driftin about. You talk with the captain, he might make you a home here." Wash stares plaintively out into the black. "I mean we've got enough strays as it is. You've proven you're a fair hand in a fight." Wash figures she don't much want to discuss that, so he changes the subject. "How's the voyage so far? Meet any drinkin buddies?"
You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.
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OOC: Moving things along as I promised.
Inara & Rowan Blended Post:
LOCATION - INARA'S SHUTTLE
ROWAN (softly): "Tianna...I almost do look like her."
Quote:Inara watches as surprise and delight melt slowly into regret. With a sigh of resignation, Rowan turns her glittering eyes upward again. Catching reflected light from the mirror, they flash with green fire.
FLASHBACK
She was watching again – always from the doorway and always without barely breathing for fear of making some noise. Aislin was trying on her gown for her presentation at the Academy while a seamstress waited nearby to hear the results of her trade.
"It has to be perfect." Aislin turned for probably the tenth time to examine herself from all angles. "There can’t be any flaws."
How many times had she said that? She can’t remember now. It seems Aislin has always kept herself neater and cleaner and prettier than anyone has a right to. Rowan had overheard their father say what a noble profession it was, what a tremendous opportunity, to be chosen to become a Companion.
What can it be like to have to strive so hard for perfection every minute of every day?
ROWAN: "Much as I’d like to keep it, I’m afraid the press corps would have a field day with this too. Is there an easy way to get all this off and start over?"
Inara smiles generously and reaches for a pack of facial cloths. Opening one, she spreads the soft fabric across her palm and holds it up.
INARA: "Close your eyes."
She does, but not before lifting a suspicious eyebrow first. Holding her face upward, she reminds Inara of a small child awaiting a quick cleaning after spreading ice cream all over. Gently, she removes the makeup and then applies a light toner smelling of citrus, followed by a light cream. Finished, she realizes Rowan and Aislin may have the same elegant beauty blended from Irish and Chinese bloodlines, but that Rowan's natural beauty is somehow more appealing than the applied splendor Aislin always accomplished.
INARA (to herself): Two sisters – so similar, and yet so vastly different.
INARA: "There – you're just you again."
Opening her eyes, Rowan looks and seems surprised. Seeing the green eyes still staring out of the mirror at her, she makes a face.
ROWAN: "Wode tìan they're obnoxious, aren't they?
INARA: "Actually I think they're quite lovely. Moreso than I had been told."
Rowan's look is more indicative of the notion that Inara may have quietly lost her mind.
ROWAN: "You must be kidding. Why in the 'verse would she talk about the ugly green-eyed troll?"
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OOC: I'm hoping for one post per day for the next week or two. Wish me luck!
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY to BRIDGE
After dropping off the box of straps in the cargo bay, Damon makes his way back up to the bridge. Merz is already there talking to Wash. Not wanting to interrupt, he waits near the door and starts examining the straps.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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MERZ move
LOCATION - BRIDGE
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How's the voyage so far? Meet any drinkin buddies?
She considers his question quite carefully. Not an easy one to answer on several levels.
“Interesting question, Wash. There hasn’t been time for me get to know anyone much, and I am perhaps not very skilled at meeting new folk. Some are out of my league, like Roosevelt and Rowan and definitely that Inara. That Damon is a tough one. Nice enough, but I think we are on opposite sides in the long run. Still, would trust him to guard my back – nice feeling, that. Captain Reynolds; he is a captain and I am a grunt. Jayne I have only seen in passing and don’t look to turn my back on till I know him better. Never met the little girl or your missing Doctor. Zoe is my kinda woman, wish I could hang around long enough to get to know her better. We might just be friends. Kaylee is nice enough, and I understand her need to fix things, but she’s got somethin’ weighing her mind a lot right now.”
She pauses a second, listening. Then raises her voice, turning her head toward the door, “Come on in DAMON, not talking about anything you can’t hear.”
MERZ looks back at WASH with a tilt to her head. “Drinking buddy. Alcohol, right? I understand the term, but . . . I have never had a drink. Never had a drinking buddy either I suppose.” not in a long time. hlas would have drunk with me, ditto maro, ditto others. if only i could . . . well breaking all the rules now aren’t i. maybe i will just let go one of these days . . . Softly. “Wish that Brink Helsing had stayed around for a time . . . wanted to talk to him a bit longer. Oh yes.”
MERZ makes that grimace that she believes is a smile at WASH. (She looked at it in a mirror once – not sure it is quite right yet.) “Guess I have to get back to work now. Can’t spend all day jawin’. Before you know it, the Captain will be coming in here wondering why I’m just standing around.” She turns her smile on DAMON. “So let’s see the straps you selected and get started.”
EOM
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - BRIDGE
Damon stands in the doorway, fiddling with the straps, not paying much attention to the conversation until he hears Merz mention his name.
Quote:
Originally posted by MercedesTroy:
"That Damon is a tough one. Nice enough, but I think we are on opposite sides in the long run. Still, would trust him to guard my back – nice feeling, that. Captain Reynolds; he is a captain...
Merz continues but Damon's thoughts take him away from what she's saying. That had to be the nicest thing anyone has said to him, even if she wasn't speaking to him directly. He was used to people calling him a stubborn, ignorant, ass who only looked out for himself.
Frankly, he can agree with that. He learned the hard way on too many occasions that you need to look out for #1 or you're shooting yourself in the foot. That bar tender was clearly anti Alliance but that didn't stop him from letting the Feds walk in and pound the go se out of Damon yesterday morning. The guy could have at least given him a heads up, or maybe he did and Damon was too hung over to hear. Either way, goes to show what happens when you let your guard down.
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“Come on in DAMON, not talking about anything you can’t hear.”
He takes a couple more steps into the room as Merz turns back to Wash. When she finishes, she turns him with a smile.
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“So let’s see the straps you selected and get started.”
He nods and holds up two of the straps. "I think these look to be the best pick of the bunch, though I could be wrong. It's been a while since I worked on anythin' with a harness and it's not coming back to me as fast as I expected it to."
go se = ... I think everyone knows what this means by now and if you don't, you haven't watched your DVDs enough yet.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Book's Move
LOCATION - Galley
Book sits in the corner of the galley thinking. Hands pressed together and drawn close to his lips. His eyes open and he squints. What is Niska doing with my ID card? How did he manage to steal it from Simon? Or is it Simon? Or Simon under the influence of Niska? Book inhales deeply and exhales slowly. Simon's in some sort of trouble, or the card wouldn't have been used. Either way, I should tell Mal a few things. I've delayed too long with other things this morning.
Book sits up in his chair and notices a spare coil of rope on the floor under the table. He stands and goes to the rope, picks it up and carries it with him on his way out the door towards Mal's quarters. He notices Damon and Merz intent on beginning to install some cross-straps to the gunner/co-pilot chair. Wash sitting in his own chair, pretending not to watch. Wash jumps around a lot when he flies. I wonder if he's allowing them to put one on his chair too... he thinks.
Focus. Trying to remain inobtrusive, Book walks half the length of the hallway, stops quietly at the captain's door-hatch and knocks. Book shakes his head and looks down at the rope in his hands. I wish I'd brought my Bible instead.
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Mal's Move
LOCATION - MALs DORM
12:15 PM AMT
As ...
Mal sits back in his bench, away from all the gorram paperwork littered across his desk. He scrubs his eyes and exhales a mighty sigh. He then glares at the nearly empty coffee cup on his desk. With trepidation, Mal takes a sip and gags on the cold nastiness from the mug. After spitting the offending coffee into the sink, Mal looks at the clock to see how much time he has wasted on paperwork.
"Ahhhgh, go-se, past noon!" he grunts.
A knock sounds at his hatch.
Mal stands and hits the intercom. "Better be important, like space monkey Reavers or the like."
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