RP GR "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 15
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INARA
"I'm here, Jayne.." she says softly from just behind his left ear
Inara suppresses a laugh as the large mercenary leaps into the air, landing facing her, and reels backward, clutching the intercomm panel for support.
His suprised yelp echoes several times around the cavernous room before finally dying.
Inara leans away from the flailing giant, a look of pure innocence on her face. "for such a large man, he's certainly graceful, even when suprised!" Inara thinks to herself.
Jayne rights himself, and makes a grand attempt at carrying on as if nothing has happened.
Quote:
JAYNE
"Aaahh thought you was in yer shuttle."
Inara winces at another echo, and shakes her head as Jayne deftly reaches back and thumbs the comm off.
Quote:
JAYNE
"That girl Rowan was up in your shuttle. You know 'bout that?"
INARA
"Well, yes, I was there with her, why..."
Jayne interrupts her with a barrage of frenziedly concerned questions...
Inara holds up her hand..."Jayne, I'm fine...she and I had a nice conversation, as a matter of fact!" Realizing one of Jayne's questions implied she and Rowan had slept together, Inara straightens, dark eyes blazing.
INARA
"do I talk in my SLEEP?" Inara throws at Jayne. What's that to do with Rowan and I? Jayne, Rowan is a friend, not a client...not that it's your concern. As a matter of fact, you can keep your concern to yourself! I thought you were worried for my health, after helping me earlier....but you were just interested in my Companion'ing without your audience?
Inara crosses her arms across her chest, a hurt look on her face. She had hoped Jayne and she had become comrades of a sort after he'd helped her recover.
-----EOM------
yeah, Inara seems to be a bit easily-upset today!!
I'm assuming she hasn't had her meds yet.
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
12:52 PM
Hearing the yelp over the intercom stops her in her tracks and she's looking around frantically when Jayne's voice comes over the general.
JAYNE "Aaahh thought you was in yer shuttle."
A full smile feels pretty good, but she manages to hold in her laughter and head down to the passenger dorms at the same time. Wiping errant tears aside as she reaches her dorm, she crouches down once again and pulls out her duffle. First she checks the money pouch, testing the weight and decides that if anything has been pilfered in her absence, she could very easily make it up in one or two matches. Any less than the P2000 she needed for the high-stakes entrance fee for this tournament, and she'd have to go after someone's hide. Probably Jayne's, which actually would be some grand manner of mischief, come to think of it.
Setting the pouch aside, she lifts other tiny black items of clothing from the duffle and then a small packing box from the bottom. Unsnapping the latches, she lifts the cover as she sets the case down on the mattress and draws out a length of sheer silk. Reaching for the collapsible hangar secured under a pair of Velcro straps, she lets her hand brush across the deep red silk of the dress still lying inside the case. Folded so that a black dragon is grinning up at her, she runs her fingertips over his grinning visage. Aislin had sent the dress from Sihnon, thinking on it now, Rowan realizes that it represents Aislin's intention to make amends. Too bad the war started right after that or they may actually have made some headway.
Shaking herself from yet another melancholy reverie – at least the intensity of her memory flashes has tapered off somewhat – Rowan holds the black dress up by the spaghetti straps. She inspects for wrinkles – and is able to see the doorway through the fabric – before hanging it up so it can relax a bit before the reception at New Hokkaido. Running her fingers over the strategically placed sequins, she wonders absently who will be at this tournament, and what manner of competition she might be up against. If Andreas is there, at least there would be someone decent to shoot with, to drink with between matches and spend the night hours in more engaging distractions. That is, so long as Eleni wasn't still after getting her claws into him. Conniving little jien ren.
Speaking of that, Rowan remembers there's a packet on the way and she turns to put the dress case back into the bottom of her duffle. She's about to start repacking her clothes as well, when she stops, suddenly realizing that she's been allowed to stay on as crew, at least until New Hokkaido. Since the meeting with Niska, she hasn't had a chance to give much consideration to what that means. Once she won the tournament, she would have enough coin to buy Serenity if she had a mind to, and if Reynolds had a notion to sell which was highly doubtful. On the outside chance she doesn't win, she'll still need transport off planet.
To pack or not to pack - that is the question.
END LOCATION - PASSENGER DORMS
EOM
jien ren = bitch
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Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
12:55 PM
INARA
"Do I talk in my SLEEP?"
Jayne weathers the verbal storm, he himself only able to sputter out a few sounds. "B... Wh... I..." For each of Inara's angered words, he has one to calm her at the tip of his tongue, but he can't get them out.
INARA
"...but you were just interested in my Companion'ing without your audience?"
Now with a moment to react, Jayne's thoughts culminate into a single response to explain this misunderstanding and alleviate Inara's hurt feelings. He speaks forcefully and slowly, emphasizing each syllable.
JAYNE
"No..."
Inara crosses her arms across her chest, a hurt look on her face. Jayne hates that look. He wants to do something, but feels unable to handle the situation. Her eloquent words danced skillfully and violently into his ears. Wimen he thinks. Turn on ya faster than a weathercock.
JAYNE
"Ya wanna keep yer voice down? This is important, here."
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LOCATION - MALs DORM
1250 PM AMT
As ...
MAL wakes when the intercom goes off.
DAMON
Over comms
"Uh, cap'n, could I speak to you?"
MAL
Growls while shaking the grogginess from his short nap off
"Yeah, what ya got on your mind ... pauses to relate name with voice ... Damon? Egh, come on down."
EOM
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - MALs DORM
Quote:
Originally posted by CapnRahn:
"Yeah, what ya got on your mind ... pauses to relate name with voice ... Damon? Egh, come on down."
Damon opens the hatch to Mal's bunk and climbs down the ladder. He takes a quick look around, remembering the feeling of having a room to dominate. An even more distant memory was when he had a room of his own, not just a corner of a warehouse packed with slaves.
He stands under the door, leaning his shoulder against the ladder. "I finished- well, Merz and I finished settin' up those two bridge chairs with four point straps so your pilot and first will be good to go. Wash said the port engine might need some fixin' up but I thought I'd ask you if there was anything specific you needed done before tomorrow."
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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LOCATION - MALs DORM
1251 PM AMT
As ...
DAMON
"... but I thought I'd ask you if there was anything specific you needed done before tomorrow."
MAL
rubbing sleep out of his eyes
"Good job. I'll be inspectin' it in a bit. Has Jayne done anything in sorting out the cargo bay? There was still some Tequila sloshin around under my deck."
EOM
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - MALs DORM
Quote:
Originally posted by CapnRahn:
rubbing sleep out of his eyes
"Good job. I'll be inspectin' it in a bit. Has Jayne done anything in sorting out the cargo bay? There was still some Tequila sloshin around under my deck."
"Yeah, he's down in the cargo bay, I think, so I assume that's what he's doing."
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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MAL & DAMON's MOVE
Blended Post: Cap'n Rahn & Squee
LOCATION - MALs DORM
1252 PM AMT
As ...
MAL
Smiles easily
"You might git down there and give the big galoot a hand ... grins sardonically ... "And pay him no mind if he tells of a thrashing."
Damon nods, wondering how to ask what's really been on his mind.
DAMON
"Do you uh... know what kinda work they have on NH?"
MAL
pondering, looking off to the side, as if reminiscing
"Hummm ... dock work, warehouse and then there is that Renact Faire whoozits."
Mal waits till Damon goes through his options. Letting the boy have a moment or two.
He considers those possibilities but none of them sound like short term work, or at least work that would keep him moving at a safe pace.
DAMON
"Do you know if there will be any other ships there that might need a hire?"
MAL
"That you would have to check with the port authority or on the cortex listings."
Damon can't help but look unhappy about either or those options.
DAMON
"Feds and me don't get along to well. But thanks for the info, I'll see Jayne about the cargo bay and check the cortex later."
MAL
looks innocent
"Alrighty then." ... gestures toward the hatch. MAL waits till the despondent Damon starts to ascend the ladder.... "Wait."
Damon stops with one foot on the ladder and waits for Mal to continue.
MAL
"If that work on them straps is prime and I smell no tequila in my bay ... appears to ponder very seriously ... we'll just see if we can't find a place to store your skruffy behind."
DAMON
Damon smiles
"I think I like that idea."
MAL
"Excellent - now git! My bay stinks to high heaven and I want to have a meeting there at 3 PM - tell everybody else to be there on time or be ready to take a swim in the Black."
Suddenly a yelp is heard over the shipwide intercom followed by Jayne's voice....
JAYNE
"Aaahh ... thought you was in yer shuttle."
Damon gives the comm a questioning frown but shrugs it off.
DAMON
"I'll be in the cargo bay if you need me."
He starts climbing the ladder again, too happy to worry about his questions. Time enough to talk about their second contract later but for now, there was work to do.
MAL grins and shakes his head as DAMON departs and the clang of his hatch fades away. Sighing, MAL flips on the com to the Bridge.
MAL
"Wash, we got any dropsite plots from the pickup folk? ... scowls while waiting for an answer... Wash?!"
EOBM 1257 PM
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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OOC: This is assuming Damon took the forward stairs down, and he and Rowan miss each other by seconds.
Rowan's Move
LOCATION - PASSENGER DORMS
12:54 PM
To pack or not to pack. It's a little less than a day now before they reach New Hokkaido. No sense unpacking for that amount of time. Her things would barely get settled in before she packed them up to move to the hotel. So for the time being she moves everything back into her duffle and shoves it under the bunk. Reaching for the hand-held computer and her cue stick case, she heads back out and makes quick time up the aft stairs.
Glancing down the engineering corridor, she wonders absently what Kaylee is up to. Serenity seems to be running like a top, though, so the girl is definitely still on her game. The rest of the crew probably could go days without seeing her unless they made a point to go into the engine room. Only the best engineers ever slept with the beating hearts of their ships and there was some comfort in the fact that Serenity had herself one of the best.
Taking a right, Rowan heads into the galley and looks up as she passes by to find the holo-emitters are right where she left them, ready for further use. Although she could wile away a few hours on her own with practice shooting, Rowan holds some hope that one of the crew or passengers might venture up and be coaxed into a match. It's always more interesting when two play.
Down the crew quarters hall she notices that most hatchways are closed, but only Wash and Zoe's is showing secured. Smiling wistfully, she decides those two have the right idea.
Consequently, the bridge is empty when she arrives, with all controls set on autopilot. Locating the cortex interface easily, she sits down in the pilot's chair and switches it to active just as Mal's voice comes over the ship-board intercom.
MAL
"Wash, we got any dropsite plots from the pickup folk? (PAUSE) Wash?!"
Apparently their friendly neighborhood pilot forgot to mention to anyone he was taking a little afternoon delight with his wife. Shaking her head over the idiosyncrasies of pilots, Rowan reaches over to switch on the com.
ROWAN:
"Rowan here, Captain. Helm's locked down, autopilot is on and I believe your pilot is spending a little quality time with your first officer."
EOM 1257 PM
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OOC: Rowan would have seen Damon, so I'll just say that he was still climbing up from Mal's room when she passed.
Damon's turn:
LOCATION - FRONT HALL
12:57 PM
Damon is still smiling as he closes the hatch to Mal's bunk. Hasn't reached the end of their first contract and he's already signed on for a second. He's surprised that a crew of this size would need another hand, but he's not going to argue it with anyone.
He walks down to Zoe and Wash's bunk, wondering how long the captain intends to keep him on for this time. He turns on the com to their bunk.
Com to Zoe/Wash's bunk: "Captain says there's gonna be a meeting at 3 in the cargo hold."
Strange couple that. Would never have guessed that two opposites would get along so well. He takes a quick peek in the bridge and sees Rowan in the pilot chair.
To Rowan on the BRIDGE: "Hey, captain says there's gonna be a meeting at 3 in the cargo hold."
He grabs a muffin from the basket on the dinning table while passing through the galley on his way to the engin room.
LOCATION - ENGINE ROOM
12:58 PM
He knocks on the doorway of the engine room and looks around for Kaylee. "Captain says meeting at 3 in the cargo hold."
He waits for a nod, to make sure she heard him and then turns for the stairs.
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
12:59
Munching his muffin, he starts walking toward Inara's shuttle but stops when he sees her down below with Jayne. Merz is doing acrobatics across the railings and for a moment, Damon just stares at her. He shakes his head and turns back to the stairs.
"Cap'n wants a meeting here at 3," he announces to everyone, making his way down. "He also said I should help you here with the cargo and tequila, Jayne. I'll be back in a minute."
LOCATION - PASSENGER DORM
1:01 PM
He crosses the common room and enters the passenger dorm. Not really sure whose room is whose, he assumes they will hear him from where he is.
To Thorne, Book and River (if she's around): "Captain wants a meeting in the hold at 3."
He tosses his empty muffin wrapper in the infirmery's trash can and returns to the cargo bay.
END LOCATION - CARGO BAY
1:02 PM
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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