RP GR "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 16

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CHANNAIN

Monday, May 3, 2004 6:54 PM

Rowan's Move
LOCATION - BRIDGE
Leaning into mid-afternoon-ish

ROWAN: "As to the tournament, that's probably just an idea the UC chamber of commerce came up with to get the UBA out to the rim with its press corps and Blue Sun sponsorship. They've got a powerful need for expansion out there since they became an Alliance outpost. Trying to grow themselves up nice and shiny for the svelte and flush while 20 percent of the population is still homeless. Still, you're certainly welcome to attend. I could probably even scrounge some tickets. Choice seats too. You could see the play without field glasses."

Glancing at Zoe, an idea comes to fruition as she considers what life on a Firefly must be like for an "over-hormoned" married couple.

ROWAN: "The Greentree spa was built around the hot springs, and their rates were still pretty reasonable, last I checked. Best privacy policy in the 'verse too - harkens back to when the old magistrate used to keep it for his exclusive use."

EOM

UBA - Universal Billiards Association

OOC: Capn said fun and frolick during our RnR!

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

SQUEE

Monday, May 3, 2004 7:49 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
1:45 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Saint Jayne:
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
"Let's see what you think is funny. You tell us a joke, Merz."

Damon secures the container he was moving at the top of the large group. He looks down at Merz and Jayne below. Somehow he doesn't think Merz was ever really a dancer and from what he saw when she was helping him with the cannon, he doesn't think she needs to be shown how to work any of this equipment either.

He attaches the last chain and hops down to the floor.

"Jayne, I think we're just about done here."

1:50 PM

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

RAVENWHYTEWING

Monday, May 3, 2004 9:18 PM

Slight breathes heavily. The nanyte foe has fallen to the floor. It has barely hit the ground before it falls apart and zooms toward him. Various cuts and bruises litter his body, and his chest bleeds freely. The armor covers his body, and clicking in an almost genlte fashion begins to apply enzymes and vitamins, helping him to heal rapidly. In an hour, the bruises will have faded, the cuts nearly gone.
A beep interupts his reverie. The remote com is informing him he has a message.
Slight climbs carefully to the shuttle, and opens the Cortex. Tapping a few choice buttons, he sets the system image focus to a blur, and shifts the sound to distort. Bouncing it around on relays to make it untraceable, he opens the channel.

"You are aware, old friend, that this is a rather bad time."
The darkly hued man smiles in return. "I thought you might want to be informed of Blue Sun activity on Hera, M'Lord."
Slight blinks. The Blue Sun informant was only careful on codenames. Everything else, he was blunt and to the point.
"You don't say."
"I do."
"Pretty quick of you. Couldn't have been that big if you've heard of it. No offense."
The informant shrugs, dropping his smile. "None taken. But this one was very big. They didn't bother with zealots." Slight is surprised. Big indeed.
"Now drop the other shoe."
"They sent all three elite classes to recover the cargo in question."
Slight shrugs. "Drakes are good pilots and shooters. They can't handle much physically, and Vampire's aren't even a finished technology yet. Nemesis are generally the best thing for any ritual. If it took three tries, I imagine the powers are very upset."
"You misunderstand." Slight suddenly realizes how serious the mans expression is. "One of each class was sent. All three. As a team."
Slight shakes his head, bewildered. "Impossible. The dogma dictates-"
"Two by two. I know. The operative was some sort of Alliance offshoot of the Blue Sun doctrine. The cargo... I don't know what it was. All I know is it is-was, being defended by something called a Troy. The Drake and the Vampire are dead. The Troy is still alive, probably still on Hera. But the Nemesis has the cargo, and he's currently recovering the key."
Slight reaches for his cigarettes, lighting one. "Key?"
"Only way to open the cargo."
"How cliched."
"It should be. From what I could get, it's centuries old."
Slight nods. "Thank you, old friend."
"A pleasure, M'Lord."

Slight cuts off the transmit, and deletes the path. He takes a long drag, considering. This was interesting. First of all, Mercedes Troy. He seriously doubted it was the same one on Serenity. First of all, she was not only alive. She was healthy and uninjured. After three such operatives, she could not have walked away hurt-free. Secondly, he had been with her until the ship had left. Presumably. So it was impossible for the results of the OP to occur that fast.
However, it did explain one or two things. The mechanical manner, and most unsettling, the utter blankness of her mind to the sensitivity. It was possible that the Alliance had allowed the Blue Sun to work with them so closely to create some sort of defense against the sensitives. So.
"After over a millenia of technical progress, we can still get locked out of a box with a key." He shrugs. "Well, it seems to work, so what the hell."
So.

You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.

BOOMERGOODHEART

Monday, May 3, 2004 9:56 PM

Kaylee's Move
Location: Engine Room

Kaylee hears Jayne's instructions about venting the cargo bay. Struggling up from her troubling thoughts about Simon, she turns to leave the engine room. She spies the toolbox sitting next to the doorway.

"Huh. Guess that Merz musta brought it back," she thinks.

Working her way towards the cargo bay, she passes through the empty galley. Voices carry down from the bridge. Seems to be a lot of folks up there. Entering the common room, she sees Book sitting on the couch. He appears to be lost in thought. She can sympathize.

"Hey, Sheperd. Sumthin' boterin' ya?"

End Move

BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."

TEELABROWN

Monday, May 3, 2004 11:00 PM

Hi-hi, posting. (Wow, it's amazing!) And it's short! (No suprise there!)
_________
River walks around until she sees the doorframe of the Commons Area. She peeks her head in, and in a jovial voice, she simply says:

"Hello! I found you!"

She steps into full view.
_________

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

MERCEDESTROY

Tuesday, May 4, 2004 12:14 AM

MERZ move

LOCATION - CARGO BAY As ...

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. . .

what would he think of me if i explain what i was doing. What do i care? no harm in it. dance . . . interesting idea, could learn dance now, even if it is useless to me. . . hum. did he, they appreciate what they saw?

She missed JAYNE’s next joke. They are laughing like loons once again. But JAYNE brought her back to reality quickly.

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

MERZ just stares at him wide eyed. joke. he wants me to tell a joke! *goromute! well, it’s called fitting in, Mercedes. get used to it. and think of a gorram joke.

“It’s not really dance JAYNE. Some of it is fighting and some is acrobatics. It is a technic – to stay limber and in shape and improve my ability to fight well. I did not know it could be anything else. Did it make you want to . . . cry?"

She pauses. “I thought of a joke.”

She heard this once on the base years and years ago. In her mind it is tagged as a joke. Might as well try it out. MERZ remembers how the speaker had told it, and tries to reproduce the ebb and flow of the woman’s voice.

A woman was leaving a Blue Sun Outlet mall, when she saw a most unusual funeral procession approaching a nearby crematorium. A long, black hearse was followed by a second long, black hearse about 50 feet behind the first one. Behind the second hearse walked a solitary woman leading a pit bull on a leash. Behind her were about 200 women, walking single file.

The woman could not stand her curiosity. She respectfully approached the woman walking the dog and said “I am sorry for your loss, and I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I have never seen a funeral like this. Whose funeral is it?”

“My husbands.”

“What happened to him?”

“My dog attacked and killed him.”

She inquired further, "Well, who is in the second hearse?"

The woman answered. "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my husband when the dog turned on her."

A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passed between the two women.

“Can I borrow the dog?"

"Get in line."

there. it either works or it does not. at least i tried.

EOM

*piss of bull (Nepali)

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

SQUEE

Tuesday, May 4, 2004 3:54 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY

Just when Damon thought the joke telling was over, Merz comes out with another. Already in a good mood, he can't help laughing again and gives Merz an approving look.

Jayne finishes with the last container and secures the mule. After double checking the chains, he turns and heads for the com.

EDIT: took out Damon's comment to Merz cuz it looks like they aren't ready to lock up yet

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

DECOY

Tuesday, May 4, 2004 4:11 AM

Wash's Move:
Location - Bridge

ROWAN: "The Greentree Spa was built around the hot springs, and their rates were still pretty reasonable, last I checked. Best privacy policy in the 'verse too - harkens back to when the old magistrate used to keep it for his exclusive use."

Wash: (to Bridge in general) “Oh, a Spa! I don’t want to scope out another wretched hive of scum and villainy to get a job… Somewhere private, quiet and peaceful… Oh, Captain, I haven’t asked you for anything in at least a few minutes, please can Zoë and I go? (Slightly piney) Please, not another Cantina…I promise to take a comm, and I’ll even put a power cell in it this time!"

EOM

Decoy, they make me go first.

MANIACNUMBERONE

Tuesday, May 4, 2004 8:45 AM

Book's Move
LOCATION - COMMON AREA

Book looks up slowly and ponderously as Kaylee addresses him. His eyes, somewhat blurry, find it hard to bring Kaylee into focus for a few moments, and he brings his hands up, intending to try to clear his vision, when another voice stops him and he lowers them to see a somewhat blurry River leaning through the doorway, smiling widely and as always it seemed when she smiled, innocently.

"Kaylee, River. Sit for a moment." Book pauses and gestures tiredly for both girls to sit in nearby chairs. "Did you hear? The captain wants us in the cargo bay for a meeting soon. I don't know what he wants us for."

Book looks at River, her arms in the air, swiping at invisible fireflies, and waits until her gaze finally stops on him for a moment. "River. Do you still have the memory stick? "

EM

GEEZER

Tuesday, May 4, 2004 12:47 PM

Thorne's Move:

Location: Bridge

Thorne guesses he'll get to tell everyone his concerns about the exchange tomorrow all at once, down in the cargo bay. Everyone's too busy planning the victory party to discuss it now. 'Not your ship, Rosie' he cautions himself again.

A word in ROWAN's remarks catches his attention.

ROWAN: "The Greentree spa was built around the hot springs, and their rates were still pretty reasonable, last I checked. Best privacy policy in the 'verse too - harkens back to when the old magistrate used to keep it for his exclusive use."

He turns to Zoe

THORNE: "Greentree is a pleasant place. If you go, ask for Micah, the manager. Tell him Rosie Thorne said to treat you well. Request the Aspen suite. It's got a tub with plenty of room for two, and a great view."

Thorne is pretty sure they'll get the suite, and good treatment. He owns half the Greentree.

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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