Virtual Firefly Book continues 3
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Monday, January 15, 2024 00:15
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*An hour latter Abbey is relaxing, lulling into sleep… Then the sounds of argument begin to travel up the ship disturbing her, and she can't help but hear what's being said*
Mobbex: It was a simple question … nuthin’ to get all sore about, Doc…
*Oram has obviously walked ahead of Mobbex, her face is flushed and she looks livid*
And I told ya to drop it!
Mobbex: I only asked, if you’re married, why you ain’t wearing no fancy ring or nuthin’.
Because it’s none of your business and I don't have to tell anybody that I don't want to, besides I ain’t married any more… happy now?
*Mobbex looks put off, but just shrugs his shoulders and disappears into the galley. Oram watches him go, then sits on the couch just across from the infirmary, head bowed and hands clasped together…. She sits there for a moment or two, taking deep shaky breaths. When composed enough she looks up and stills… seeing that Abbey, in the infirmay room, has seen her and the argument*
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We sleep soundly in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit those who would do us harm.
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Quote:
Originally posted by Oram:
Mobbex: I only asked, if you’re married, why you ain’t wearing no fancy ring or nuthin’.
Because it’s none of your business and I don't have to tell anybody that I don't want to, besides I ain’t married any more… happy now?
I know we haven't talked much in the last 4 years or so. You got married?
*Oram gets up and walks into infirmary, sitting down next to abbey's bed*
*Oram: Yeah. I don't want to talk about it. So don't ask.*
*abbey says softly*
I won't ask. Just I'm here if you need to talk.
*Oram nods thankfully. abbey changes subjects.*
Anything interesting go on while I was out?
*Oram: I got really drunk. Mobbex too.*
Anything good?
*Oram: Oh... And I'm sure he is really sorry about your shuttle door.*
*abbey's eyes narrow*
What is wrong with my shuttle door?
*Oram: You don't know? Looks like mobbex used a blow torch on it and kinda "borrowed" some wine.*
Borrowed? It wasn't the magnum was it?
*Oram nodded sheepishly*
That cost 200 credits! *tries to sit up, but is stopped by Oram* And where was that Captain while this was going on? Oh, I will have to speak about this to him... *abbey continues to rant as Oram rolls eyes at her* I SAW THAT! When can I get up? This is unacceptable...
*Oram: If you shut up and go to sleep, I could release you tomorrow morning.*
*Oram turns off overhead lights, leaving just a soft glow in the room and heads for bunk, leaving abbey to fume*
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*Oram quietly opens the door to her bunk, stepping in and shutting the door behind her. She thinks about abbey's outburst and what’s going to happen*
She sure is wound up tonight; wouldn't want to be the Captain tomorrow. Definitely a fight on the horizon that we’ll hear about... *smiles to herself* I should get popcorn ready.
*she sits down on her bed, taking in a deep breath and begins to think about her afternoon with Mobbex and everything else that’s happened. She doesn't move for a few minutes, then, as if on a whim, proceeds to pull her old and beat-up duffle bag out. She removes a full bottle of bourbon from it and takes a long gulp. When done, she climbs into the bed, pulling the blankets around her mud-smelling body. Oram regards the bag some more before reaching into it with a slightly shaky hand and pulls out a worn picture. She takes another swig of the bourbon before running a finger softly over the picture.*
I miss you guys…
*She wipes her face with her hand and placing the bottle on the ground, curling herself around the photo.*
I'm so sorry….
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Originally posted by Oram:
*An hour latter Abbey is relaxing, lulling into sleep… Then the sounds of argument begin to travel up the ship disturbing her, and she can't help but hear what's being said*
Mobbex: It was a simple question … nuthin’ to get all sore about, Doc…
*Oram has obviously walked ahead of Mobbex, her face is flushed and she looks livid*
And I told ya to drop it!
Mobbex: I only asked, if you’re married, why you ain’t wearing no fancy ring or nuthin’.
Because it’s none of your business and I don't have to tell anybody that I don't want to, besides I ain’t married any more… happy now?
*is daunted by the venom in Oram's voice*
Sure. Fine. Whatever. *does a quick one-eighty and leaves*
*stumbles across Colt in the fore passage* Yup, coo coos...
*Colt stares at him in incomprehension* Erh... tell me something I don't already know?
*shrugs* G'night boss.
*climbs down the ladder to his bunk, then seals the hatch shut* 'Wouldn't want any unwanted guest creepin' about...
*notices the bunch of flowers lying on his pillow* Huh!?
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*abbey wakes up in infirmary in the morning. She sits up and slides feet off bed. Calls out*
Oram? You out there?
*she waits a minute or two, but Oram doesn't show up. Impatiently, abbey unhooks the IV from her arm and gets up gingerly. Her legs feel stiff from being in the infirmary a couple of days and she’s still pretty tired, but not like before. She walks out of the room and goes to Oram’s. She knocks*
Oram? Are you home?
*she hears a little movement, but no one answers. She opens the door and sees Oram, passed out on her bed with a half-empty bottle of bourbon next to her. Abbey goes inside and places the bottle on nightstand, making sure it is tightly capped. Oram is disheveled, not bothering to get her night clothes on. Abbey notices something in Oram’s hand and picks it up. It is a picture of Oram with a man and child. They all looked so happy. Abbey frowns and says softly: *
Oh, Oram… *a sadness laces abbey’s words*
*She puts the picture on the nightstand too and gently pull’s Orams boots off. She covers her friend with a blanket and quietly leaves the room.*
Now, let’s go check out the shuttle. *she mumbles as she makes her way slowly to her home.* 
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******heads to the bridge and close the ship up and starts to take off.***************
******hits comm********
So what is this what I here about mobbex married?
*********laughs***********
we will be air born in about 20 min.
***** hits com *************
Capt We are on our way to green leaf.
**********bust out dinos and places them all over the bridge***********
so the migration has begun
**********plays with dinos***********
I am a leaf on the wind
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((I got a hold of Sky, just to let everyone know. I sat on the phone with her for an hour. Her uncle ain't doing so well, but she's handling it. For those who haven't heard, her uncle is in the hospital basically on his death bed. For all those who believe in some kinda God, I ask that you please pray for him if you read this and if you don't believe in any kind of God, well... I guess pray anyway. Second... as I talked to her, she had me write out a thing for the RP, so she's trying to keep up. She said she's gonna try to make it to an internet cafe for the tuesday meeting. Ummm... that's all, I guess. lol. Ok so here's my post finally...))
*heads into her bunk with new clothes and lays them out on her bed; she stares at them for minutes at a time, then puts a brown dress on that's slightly loose and is cut down to her knees. She slips a pair of old brown boots on and then twirls around, watching the ends of her dress flow with her spin; looks down at herself, holding the ends of her dress with her hands and frowning.*
I look like a rag doll. *sighs and then shrugs and finds the captain*
These clothes are troublesome. They make me look like I'm attached to strings and I'm being controlled by a puppetmaster. I feel like an ugly doll.
((The following is pretty much Sky's post))
*Sky walks in, an irritated tone in her voice*
Sky: Captain, when are we leaving this dump?
Colt: Are you still upset about--
Sky: Hell yeah, I'm upset!
Brit: I look like a rag doll. At least you don't have something to hate.
Colt: *chuckles* It's alright Sky. I'm sure Brit would be happy to share her gift with you. Ain't no reason to be feeling hurt and all. Lt. never really got a chance to talk with you anyhow.
Sky: *grumbles* I guess.
Brit: I will share. *smiles*
Sky: No... thanks. *walks away and plops herself down in the galley, pouring herself a glass of alcohol and chugs it* *thinks to herself* Gorram Colt... always lettin' weirdos in his life. Always fallin' in with the gorram wrong crowd and who always picks up his slack? Me? Hell, I guess it's supposed to be my job but, damn... picking up crazies like Brit and twisted preachers... what the hell is he thinkin'?!
Brit: *walks in the galley* I know what you think of me. I am not a bad person. I know you'd never say it, but you wish I wasn't here.
Sky: *looks over at Brit and chuckles in disbelief* I ain't thinkin' nothin' like that. You're just paranoid...
*holds up the bottle of alcohol* Want a glass?
Brit: *gives her a look* I'm only 18.
Sky: *laughs* I started drinkin' when I was much younger than that. Hell... my motto is, drink responsibly... *takes a large gulp of alcohol*... drink whenever the hell you want. *offers Brit a drink again*
Brit: No thank you. They said that would be bad for my brain. *walks away*
Sky: *laughs again and continues to drink*
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"You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin' command here." - Jayne Cobb (Firefly)
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*abbey stood in front of her shuttle door, arms crossed and foot tapping angrily. The door was permanently stuck open about 2 inches and there were scorch marks all around the frame*
Wang ba dan! (son of a b
h)
*with great effort, she pushes the door open and steps through the threshold. She leans against the wall while she tries to catch her breath, all the while surveying the damage. Luckily, it was only the bar that was damaged. The door had been forced open.*
Now I'll need to take inventory. *she panted, out of breath*
*Her anger level was rising quickly, but she had to take care of something first. She went to her living quarters and pulled out a bottle of pills. She poured two into her hand before putting the bottle away.
She walked back outside the shuttle and ran into Brit.*
Hey Brit. Could you do me a favor?
*Brit nods happily. abbey hands her the two pills.*
Oram's going to wake up soon and she's gonna have one humdinger of a hangover. Can you get her a couple of protein bars and a glass of water and take them to her?
*Brit nods again, eyeing the pills intently*
Be sure she takes those. It will help immensely. Best thing the House ever invented.
*abbey's eyes narrow a bit as she asked her next question.*
Now... Where can I find that jing-tzahng mei yong-duh (consistely useless) Captain?
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*stares at Abbey with a smile and giggles*
I'm fairly sure he is up on the bridge by now. He will head to his quarters once he is done there.
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"You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin' command here." - Jayne Cobb (Firefly)
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*stirs on his Bunk*
*hears muffled racket from the deck above*
*grumbles and stuffs his head further into his pillow*
*the racket grows in intensity*
Tzao gao... *glances at the clock, swears some more*
Someone's gonna get it...*jumps to his feet, doesn't bother to get dressed*
*hauls himself up the ladder and throws the hatch wide open*
*hollers* A man can't get a full night's worth o' sleep on this boat?
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