RP GR "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 16

MERCEDESTROY

Monday, May 3, 2004 10:57 AM

MERZ move

LOCATION - CARGO BAY

JAYNE
Sure, we can use ya. I'm Jayne, and I do not believe we been introduced. I'm gonna push this crate to the wall with the mule, you take off the wheels and pop 'em onto another crate, then Damon secures it with the chains. You think you can handle that? Ya put the wheels on like this.

She watches his demonstration of how to remove and reposition the wheels silently, while listening to him natter on. oh, woodpeckers, huh. i think that is some sort of bird. still makes no sense.

He has introduced himself, though, and it is high time MERZ returned the favor. “Nice to meet you JAYNE. They call me MERZ.”

She removes the wheels from the current crate and follows JAYNE and the mule to the new target. There is something . . . satisfactory about being here and doing this, but MERZ just can’t put a finger on why. She does not contribute much to the conversation but tries to laugh along if it seems appropriate. She will remember the jokes – someday they will make sense. . . .

EOM


If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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CHANNAIN

Monday, May 3, 2004 4:20 PM

OOC: WHOA... monster post!

Rowan's Move
LOCATION - BRIDGE
Early afternoon-ish

DAMON: "Hey, captain says there's gonna be a meeting at 3 in the cargo hold."

Rowan gives a quick wave of acknowledgement with one hand as she continues working her way onto the cortex with the other. Reflecting on the idiosyncrasies of Serenity's crew, and taking in the dinosaur toys on the console, she's already decided which would be the easiest access code to utilize.

Login: WWarren
Passcode: Rex

Accepted.

Rowan shakes her head ruefully and makes a note to talk to the captain about cortex security protocols. Browncoats are generally just a bit more paranoid about certain things. Maybe there was hope for him yet. A home site for a micro-subsidiary of Blue Sun specializing in vintage action figures appears as Reynolds continues.

MAL on the intercom:
"Guess they deserve a little time. Speaking of that ... eh, hold on, I'll be up there in a tick."

ROWAN to herself: This should be interesting. Haven't seen him since yesterday. Wonder if he still remembers my name?

Hearing his footsteps behind her, she moves on to the UBA (Universal Billiards Association) and logs in. Her reception box has only one new message in it, apologizing for the delay in distribution of the New Hokkaido tournament packet. The same message warns of a mutation of the yìchang virus, which has caused a temporary glitch in the SBA's Blue Sun based systems. Rowan can't help but smile, and silently wishes the last remnant of the Revolution's techno-terror attack on the Alliance a very happy birthday. She logs off again and is just powering the cortex down when Mal steps up behind her.

MAL "As I was saying - time off. I think it may be time for this crew to have a little RnR after the drop. A little vacation for my crew on New Hokkaido. And I seem to remember hearing about you playing in a game tournament there dirtside or something like that. So I have ta ask - You conversant with all the ...waggles his eyebrows and grins... relaxin' like amenities at" ... pauses a half second to remember ... "Uchigatana?"

Considering that suggestive eyebrow waggling, Rowan figures he's probably not interested in the new opera house or the VR-based entertainment center. The new companion house may have finished construction, but Rowan's inkling is that Mal is looking for something a bit more "down-home" like Frannie's, or better yet, the Solfyre Tavern. She's about to tell him as such when Wash makes his way past them both and takes a seat in the gunner's chair. After watching him come in, Reynolds holds up a finger to her.

MAL
"Hold on to that thought Miss, I got'ta talk to my poor over-worked, over-hormoned pilot for a sec."

Over-hormoned, is it? Spoken like a fella who hasn't been "hormoned" enough, obviously. The captain's attention being purely focused on his pilot, Rowan wonders what the man did to get his quiet little reprimand. When she hears the words, flat spin she's poised to get back out of Wash's chair when suddenly Reynolds grabs the gunner's chair by the back and gives it a few good shoves. Watching Wash spin around while hanging on to the seat, Rowan starts to consider whether or not the good captain has been dipping into Thorne's quality tequila while no one else is looking.

MAL
"Training exercise and seat bearing check. Viva the revolution."

ROWAN to herself: Viva the Revolution. (she smiles) Indeed.

She's about to suggest the captain could definitely use a little time at the Solfyre - where it's said all the oldest sins are committed in the newest ways - when there seems to be a minor convergence on the bridge. First Thorne bringing up some captainy business about a drop site (locked and loaded? Where are they headed anyway?), then Inara with co

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DECOY

Monday, May 3, 2004 4:39 PM

Wash's Move:
Location - Bridge

(Wash spins in the gunner’s chair, the hint of a smile on his face this time, as Zoë enters the bridge… He puts his foot down and suddenly stops in front of Zoë, and leaps from the chair grabs Zoë, and dips and kisses her, while saying:)

Wash: “You win!”

(Wash returns Zoë to her full upright position, and then laughs, and says to Mal:

Wash: “I love my job, my wife, and even you, captain, sir.” (turns to Rowan) “Just kidding about hurlin’ miss, I’ve pulled more G’s running from Alliance cruisers, than that chair could give. Now, why are you in my chair? This would have never happened if I was a sittin’ in my chair, the buckles are too good, but then again, I prefer spinnin’ to other things that captain could do…”

EOM


Decoy, they make me go first.

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CIARA

Monday, May 3, 2004 5:25 PM

LOCATION -WITH THE ZOO ON THE BRIDGE


MAL
"All Right Folks, Lissen Up!" Mal growls menacingly.

Suprised by his tone, Inara turns and folds her hands neatly before her, the picture of the passive crewmember--inwardly she bristles at his stern tone.


She watches as Mal addresses everyone on the bridge, turning from one to the next, to the next, tackling all their concerns like the leader he is. After a momentary chat with the intercomm, he turns his attention to her, a smoldering glint in his eyes she's not sure she's ever seen there before. To her suprise, Mal extends a foot and executes a perfect genteel bow, before bringing those eyes up to meet hers once again.

MAL:
"Madam Companion, if I may share a word with you in a ...brow furrows as he thinks hard... nonce?"

Inara Sera is never struck dumb, it's just a fact of life. Her training is too perfect, her Companion facade too firmly in place. This moment has brought her as close to speechlessness as she can remember being.

Executing a small formal curtsey out of habit--a mere bending of the knees and bowing of the head, Inara nods to Mal..."My time is yours until this eve, Capitan." Inara winces inwardly at the verbal barb--she couldn't help but allude to the night's rendez vous with Thorne...Mal had just ignored her too well too often.

As she waits, Inara breathes a brief prayer--"ah Tianna--please let Aislin be as anxious to see her sister as she always was--and as quick to answer"




Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

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CHANNAIN

Monday, May 3, 2004 5:48 PM

Rowan's Move
LOCATION - BRIDGE
Early afternoon-ish

Wash: “I love my job, my wife, and even you, captain, sir.” (turns to Rowan) “Just kidding about hurlin’ miss, I’ve pulled more G’s running from Alliance cruisers than that chair could give. Now, why are you in my chair? This would have never happened if I was a sittin’ in my chair, the buckles are too good, but then again, I prefer spinnin’ to other things that captain could do…”

ROWAN to herself: Okay, so he's just LIKE that. And how much shinier could that be? Zoe's a lucky woman.

Judging by Zoe's smile, it's obvious she's well aware of the prize she's married - for better and for worse. Staving off a sharp little wave of envy, she meets Wash's gaze as she answers.

ROWAN: "I was just checking the cortex to see if my tournament pack showed up yet. They just got hit by the new generation of the Yìchang virus, though, so I probably won't be able to get it until we land."

Still waiting for some manner of a dismissal from Reynolds, she switches to meet his twilight blue eyes as he turns to her and gives him a nod.

ROWAN: "I could probably direct you to one or two places, Captain. Good food, quality drink and better company. Wouldn't even have to look at any Feds at all for the whole time you're planet-side."

EOM

Yìchang virus - imagine the worst worm virus you've ever been subjected too. It self-replicates and has an evolution cipher. Every year or so it re-launches faster and mightier than before. It loads up an infected system with waves being sent to a non-existent address. Every year it sends more waves at a time and all it would take to stop it is the addition of one word.

We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
http://www.mnartists.org/artistHome.do?rid=7922

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ASTRIANA

Monday, May 3, 2004 6:04 PM

ZOË'S MOVE:
LOCATION - BRIDGE
Time: Whatever time it is for everyone else...

ZOË leans against the doorway, watching in amusement as WASH puts his foot down and suddenly stops in front of her, leaps from the chair, grabs her, and dips and kisses her. As he returns her to her full upright position, ZOË laughs right out loud.

WASH: "I love my job, my wife, and even you, captain, sir." [turns to ROWAN] "Just kidding about hurlin’ miss, I’ve pulled more G’s running from Alliance cruisers, than that chair could give. Now, why are you in my chair? This would have never happened if I was a sittin’ in my chair, the buckles are too good, but then again, I prefer spinnin’ to other things that captain could do…"

Still smiling at her husband's antics, ZOË leans back against the doorframe, quietly taking in the conversation around her.

ROWAN: "I was just checking the cortex to see if my tournament pack showed up yet. They just got hit by the new generation of the Yìchang virus, though, so I probably won't be able to get it until we land. [turns to MAL] I could probably direct you to one or two places, Captain. Good food, quality drink and better company. Wouldn't even have to look at any Feds at all for the whole time you're planet-side.

ZOË (to herself): "An' maybe a little privacy... What I wouldn't give for a vacation that included some form o' privacy an' downtime all rolled up together..."

Suppressing a small sigh at the thought, ZOË nods approval at ROWAN and waits for the rest of MAL's orders.

End Move.

OOC: Edited a bit for flow & added fun bits.

~A~

...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.

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SAINT JAYNE

Monday, May 3, 2004 6:21 PM

Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
1:45 PM

MERZ
"Nice to meet you JAYNE. They call me MERZ."

JAYNE
"Merz? Huh. You got some moves on ya. Like a circus acrobat or sumtin'. You some sort a performer, maybe a dancer? I knew this one girl Leena, she could make a grown man cry the way she... danced."

Jayne suddenly stops the mule and leans back to shout to Damon.

JAYNE
"Hey, that reminds me of another one! Lady gets a call from the 'mergency room. Husband's been shot. The Doc tells her it went through his spine and he's paralysed. She's gotta feed him, an' she starts sobbin'. She's gotta turn him in bed every two hours, an' she starts cryin'. She's gotta clean his se, an' she starts wailin'. Then the Doc says, 'Nah, I'm just messin' with ya, he's dead!'"

Jayne shares laughter with Damon, and looks over to Merz. She doesn't look like she's really enjoying the joke, but laughing along anyways, awkward and mechanical. Still smiling broadly, he talks to her invitingly.

JAYNE
"Let's see what you think is funny. You tell us a joke, Merz."

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