RP GR "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 15
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MERZ move
LOCATION - CARGO BAY AND CATWALKS
One interruption was easy to ignore. The walkthrough was no problem. The sound of a 50-pound barbell hitting the deck is a tad more unusual. At the very least notice is taken – better care should be taken of equipment. He walked behind her towards the catwalk. Still not a problem, but her concentration is, well, lessened. JAYNE starts for the catwalk where other sounds are present, footsteps. MERZ continues her routine now fully aware of two persons on a collision course. Outwardly no change, but attention now divided between her actions and the actions of others. Never know where danger lies.
They are entirely ignoring her. Voices start low and while they do not rise much, they slowly grow tenser. Does not reach anger, but . . . the smells change. ROWAN in particular – MERZ has spent time with her and could pick her scent out of a crowd; the paints and unguents cannot hide her essential smell. And from ROWAN, MERZ can sense the beginning of worry and possibly fear.
JAYNE now, he does smell angry, and that is cause for concern. No matter that MERZ knows ROWAN can take care of herself. She spoke kindly to MERZ and will be defended, if necessary. MERZ pads closer to the pair, still involved in her routine, still apparently inwardly directed. She does not need eyes to see.
Close enough to react quickly. Wait for it . . .
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
12:40 PM
ROWAN
"You got something to say to me shuai nan hai?"
Jayne stands for a long moment, still staring into Rowan's eyes. His face relaxes and his body takes a more casual stance.
JAYNE
"I jus' seen what Niska done to ya, is all. Didn't get a good look afore. You really got more'n yer fair share of thumping. I was worried aboucha."
Green eyes? Part of some disguse, or retinal scan decoder maybe. She slipped up, but I can't let on that I noticed! Jayne knows Mal wouldn't take too kindly to him doing anything to upset the passengers. On more than one occasion that included leering at them. He needs proof that she's a spy before anything can happen. Right now, Jayne figures the best thing to do is just keep his knowledge of her secret. Just act like she's any other gorgeous gal.
Jayne smiles warmly.
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Rowan's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
12:40 PM
Something about that smile seems unsettling, but Rowan can't exactly pinpoint why. His body language and his expression work in tandem to back up his words of concern, but his eyes are definitely saying something else. Not to mention, whether as an insult or a compliment, no one has ever looked at the true color of her eyes without saying something.
Definitely something up with this tall drink of hard liquor - it was as plain as the goatee on his face.
ROWAN: "Worried, huh?"
Moving closer, she lifts one hand to his face to lightly touch one of the marks, intentionally drawing her fingertips down through his beard. Returning that warm smile, she leans in so that their bodies are nearly touching.
ROWAN (sweetly): "That's a load of gôu pì and you and I both know it."
EOM
We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
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Interlude 2 Part V
LOCATION - NEW HOKKAIDO / UCHIGATANA CITY DOCKS
Market Concourse
2518 AD~Solar Day 024/Jan 24~1730hrs/5:30PM AMT
As ...
TILDA LEON wends her way thorough the crowds thronging the Market Concourse. Her diminutive and slender form shrouded in a dark embroidered burka. Occasionally light would sparkle from the tiny silver-black hematite beads. They were sewn in scattered archaic Toltecah* patterns within the flowing and sharp script of the embroidery.
With a comedic ease, she flowed through the crowd. A skip and a angled slide here, sidestep there and then a sideways twirl to avoid a wheeled messenger's blindly erratic and high speed charge. Beneath the veil, TILDA's bronze face shone with calm happiness of simple joy. This easy rapture stemmed from her private dance, performed in order to avoid collisions. Most folk don't look down while wrapped in a crowded market. So, they don't see a teen sized body like TILDA's. Much less notice her moving through and between them like water coursing through a bed of stones.
If any of the travelers cared to observe, they could have noted a unique midnight black medium sized case. It was the only item TILDA carried than her belt of pouches, the dark leather flashing from beneath her outer robe with her movments. The case itself, was nearly indistinguishable from the burka. It's bulk swollowed in the fabric flowing around her arms, sweeping to and fro in the voluminous robe sleeves.
With the ease of practiced grace, TILDA skips and dances in an adrupt ninety degree course alteration. Her target is the south hub entrance of the Uchigatana docks - the legend DOCKS 42 - 54 broadly displayed in ideograms on the overhang.
EOI 2 PtV
{*Toltecs from 'Earth That Was' ancient South American continent.}
"Observe Analyze & Respond"
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Book's Move
Location: Aft Stairs
Book stops short halfway up the stairs and suddenly misses his Bible. Where did I set it? He turns back around and goes down the stairs again into the infirmary. Sitting forgotten on a counter, with a few medical items he forgot to put back in their proper place, is the Bible. Guilt floods through him as he picks it up. "I shouldn't be forgetting this."
Book turns to a passage about helping his fellow man. "I know I'm going to look in Simon's room. I should just quit dancing around it." he thinks as he walks resolutely out of the infirmary and back down to Simon's room.
The room is dark as Book steps into it and he leaves it that way until he has slid the door closed behind him. Turning the illumination up only slightly, just enough to see, Book sets his Bible on Simon's small desk and begins to look for the illusive mind-machine again.
EM
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Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
12:41 PM
ROWAN
Sweetly
"Worried, huh? That's a load of gôu pì and you and I both know it."
Jayne stretches to his full height, even angling backwards slighty to make sure Rowan can't plant another kiss on him. Does she know? Does she know I know?
JAYNE
"God's honest truth. Been thinkin' boutcha all mornin'. I ain't likely to forget you anytime soon. But, the Cap'n don't like me gettin' ta know the passengers that well when there's work ta be done."
Jayne steps back from Rowan and turns to survey the disorganized crates stacked throughout the hold, sighing "yeah".
Not 20 feet away Merz moves fluidly and stealthily away from the two as her "dance" continues.
JAYNE
"Hey there! You might wanna take a bow an' scoot for a while so's I can get to work down here. Miss, uh..., miss."
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DireKtors response - BOOK "Observe Analyze & Respond"
LOCATION - SIMON's DORM
As ...
BOOK sets his Bible on Simon's small desk and begins to look for the illusive mind-machine again.
In the dim illumination, BOOK sees that the flip out worksurface has been left down. Considering it unusual for SIMON to leave anything untidy, Book moves from the desk over to it. Isolated in the right corner of the table is a small tan envelope. The only markings on it is a drawing on the front -- a cross. It is a hastily drawn Celtic knotwork affair, art with the hint of talent.
BOOK stands in front of the letter, hesitant & wondering.
EOD[/font]
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
12:43 PM
JAYNE
"God's honest truth. Been thinkin' boutcha all mornin'. I ain't likely to forget you anytime soon. But, the Cap'n don't like me gettin' ta know the passengers that well when there's work ta be done."
Now what was that little measure of panic in his eyes? He certainly doesn't strike as the type who gets jittery around aggressive women. Provided he actually was thinking about her at all, Rowan can pretty well imagine exactly where that thought process was taking him. She also had the distinct feeling that his using the words "God's" and "honest" in the same breath just might be tantamount to heresy. Yet there was something awfully appealing about the big brute that seemed to be speaking pretty loudly to her own baser female instincts. At the same time, a little warning klaxon is also going off, getting marginally louder as he backs off and turns away.
JAYNE to Merz:
"Hey there! You might wanna take a bow an' scoot for a while so's I can get to work down here. Miss, uh..., miss."
Thinking again about the nice backside on the man, Rowan shakes her head and decides that flirting with the man called Jayne is going to be an engaging distraction. Follow through? Maybe not so much.
ROWAN
"Maybe when you're not so busy, we'll get to play a game of nine-ball."
When he twists around to scowl at her again, she gives him a smile.
ROWAN
"Be seeing you, da jia huo."
EOM
da jia huo = big guy
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Wash's Move:
Location –Galley
Damon: "Either of you know where a 'cup' is?"
(Wash and Zoe looks at each other knowingly, as Zoe goes and gets one to show Damon.)
(Wash to Damon): She had to show me before too… I can fly a ship, but if I’m caught in the galley by myself again, Mal’s promised to space me. Let’s eat.
(Wash and Zoe fix a couple more Chicken and vegetable flavored protein packets, and join Damon at the table…eating ensues with a few subtle groans about the food substance. When done, a wave for Damon, then off to their quarters to relax until 5:00 AST, when it’s back to the bridge)
Location – Wash’s and Zoe’s Quarters
EOM
Decoy, they make me go first.
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INTERLUDE 3 Part II
LOCATION - SpeedSkiff ALACHINA RANDI*
OUTBOUND FROM OROBOROS
1745hrs/ 5:45 PM AMT
As ...
Merely one day from picking up NISKA, CORVAIR TROY relaxes by studying the parts of the coup he is privy to. Closing his eyes, he pulls up the POA* outline into his minds eye. It amazed even CORVAIR that this frail seeming Adelai Niska was as much a predator as any of the Troys. Further, the tactical intuition of this ancient Rakches Bhoksi was staggering.
To be present at the fruition of Adelia's decades long campaign caused CORVAIR to experience ... something. A warm feeling he had not had since the Troys were fractured by that ... that, no derogatory word really seemed to fit. Every time, a strange reaction shuddered through CORVAIR's massive frame, as it always did when he thought about ... 'her', the unholy itinerant whore that she was. Her name caused a foul bubbling of his stomach, which generated a blood and bile taste in the back of his throat.
What was it the phrase Adelai used ...
CORVAIR
whispers deeply and with blazingly intense venom
"Waiting is."
EOI 3 Pt II
Nepali Language
{*Alachina Randi = Unholy Whore}
{*Rakches Bhoksi = Demon Warlord}
Military'ese
{*POA - Plan Of Action}
"Observe Analyze & Respond"
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