Virtual Firefly Book continues 3
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Monday, January 15, 2024 00:15
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Originally posted by Spots74:
(in the engine room spots doing some rewire/
Colt rushes in)
Colt: what the hell is going on!!!
Spots: What! (turning form his work)
Colt: theres a fire alarm on the console up front but no Sirens.
Spots: oh yeah my mistake theres some faulty wiring im redoing it its only temporary.
Colt: Christ don't scare me like that... o and on your sister if you find something about her you would want to go thats ok i can understand.
Spots: (continuing working) capt. you guys are the closest thing to family in a long time. this is the only place that i feel sane. that and who would take care of "Book" she's temperamental.
Colt: Well thats good to hear and don't scare me like that
Spots: will do capt.
Colt: o and Get some sleep, thats a order
Spots: (Saluting, with a cheesy smile) yes sir right away.]
Oh and tomorrow you think you can take a look at the Starboard shuttle door?
*Spots nodds and walks to his bunk: How is this crew so hard on shuttle doors. Their doors you open them and you shut them. It's not that hard. He trails off as he round the corner.*
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*Upon entering, Abbey gives Oram a filthy look, a small leather pouch besides her that she’s tossing, but seeing who it is, softens her expression.*
What’s wrong with you?
Abbey: You’re the doctor, *you* tell *me*!
* Oram just stands there, waiting for Abbey to get her mood under control.*
Abbey: It's not dignified to be dropped onto your butt by a person, let alone the *Captain*, by way of winning an argument…
Uh huh…. Was it the fact that you were having a mild asthma attack while you two were at it, Wheezy?
*Gets an inhaler for Abbey and gives it to her, Abbey simply takes two puffs before handing it back.*
No, keep it for now, you’re gonna need it until you’re back to yourself.
Abbey: * Watches Oram closely* You ok?
*Oram finishes writing in the medical journal*
Dandy, just tired. You’re free to go about and terrorise the captain more… just don’t over do it.
Abbey: Have you eaten anything since yesterday?
Not yet, I'm not hungry at this point in time….
Abbey: If you don’t go to the galley … I’ll… tell the Captain!
*Oram gives her a look, rolls her eyes and replies sarcastically*
I'm so scared. Besides I’m the doctor, you're the patient… I look after you guys, doesn't go the other way round.
*Abbey hesitates for a few seconds, arguing with herself about something*
Abbey: Oram… about last night… I saw the photo –
*Oram cuts her off. Abbey has ruined the moment and Oram’s own settling anger*
Why is everybody all of a sudden interested in me? Just don’t. Drop it.
*She turns around and leaves, tossing the medical journal onto the nearby desk, not heading for any specific place within the ship, leaving Abbey a little stunned at the turn of mood.*
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*gets up off infirmary bed, shoves inhaler into her pocket and picks up bag of coin. Thinks about Captain:*
At least he's prompt.
*Stomps off to shuttle to change clothes and freshen up*
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**Finshing up my watch and see Oram clearly upset **
Everything alright Doc?
*Oram: Why can't everyone mind your own business? I don't go digging around in y'alls stuff, whispering behind your backs.*
Whoa. I take that as a...not so good?
*Oram realizes I don't know about the photo*
*Oram: Sorry Captain, had a hangover earlier, just a little touchy.*
Well drinking on this boat has seesm to cause no end of trouble. I'd ban it but I think I might need one from time to time, with this crew?
*Oram smiles, releived that I'm not pressing her for answers*
So hows your patient? She going to be up and around soon.
*Oram: I'll complete my evaluation today. I think she'll check out fine, but she'll need to take it easy for a few days*
Good to know. We should be on Greenleaf soon.
Don't expect any trouble there. Maybe we can all take it easy.
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Just as long as I don't have to make nice with nobody who don't deserve it.
*at Colts look*
Just tell Mobbex and Abbey to keep their nose's and business to their own selves.
*a 'wtf' look comes over Colts face*
I'll be in the galley, making breakfast and coffee, for myself.
*She leaves a slightly flustered Captain alone in the hallway wondering what in the verse has happened*
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*Is laying down on the catwalk as Oram passes by*
You know, they only ask because they care.
*sits up and watches Oram walk by*
Everyone is interested because they only want you to feel comfortable. They want you to feel like you can share.
Overall, they just want to treat you like you're family.
*lays back down and closes her eyes*
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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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*comes out of shuttle, refreshed from her medical ordeal of the past couple of days. Her blonde hair is slightly curled and it cascades over her shoulder. Her makeup is expertly applied. She is wearing a pair of black trousers and a red button up shirt. Both are plain, but from the detail you can tell they are very expensive. She sees Oram on the catwalk below, obviously thinking deeply. abbey walks quietly down to her side.*
Oram?
Oram: I don't want to talk. Wish you guys would mind your own business.
I saw the picture...
Oram (getting angrier): I said I didn't want to talk!
*abbey puts up her hands and takes a step back.*
I just wanted you to know that I wasn't going to ask, nor was I going to pry.
*Oram calms down and turns to look at abbey*
I'll just be here if you want to.
*abbey changes subject*
How's the head? Those pills work?
Oram: Like a charm. Where'd you get those?
The House makes them. Best thing since sliced bread. I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone I had them. I don't want to further entice any thieves into my shuttle.
Oram: Your secret is safe with me.
Thanks. I'm going up to get some food. Haven't eaten for a couple days. I'm starved.
*she hugs Oram and starts towards the galley. She gets a few yards away*
Oram: abbey? *abbey turns back to Oram.* Thanks for not pushing.
No problem, mei mei. I'll be here if you need me.
*abbey leaves*
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*rifles through the dining area, seeking the can opener*
*bumps into Oram as she passes by*
Oh, mornin', doc.
*she looks right through him and keeps walking*
*sighs* 'We gonna have a problem?
*she pauses, then turns about and glowers at him*
Oh, I know that look... Y'know, it's not like I want to punch a whole through the face of every new fella' I come upon. It's just what I do, so I buckle down, 'put my mean face on, and I do it.
But you, you don't have it in you. The meanness, I mean. Y' don't wanna be mean. Yet for some reason you feel like you have to. How come?
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*abbey gets up to the galley and no one else is around. She makes herself some protein mash and sits down at the table*
I didn't know this nasty stuff could taste good. Guess I'm just really hungry.
*she eats in peace, then takes her dishes to the sink. She makes some coffee and washes her dishes. She grabs a mug and pours the coffee into it. The Captain walks in. Both of them bristle.*
Captain.
Colt: abbey.
*It is awkward. Their conversation is guarded.*
I got the coin you left.
Colt: Didn't want you to wait. You seemed mad.
Thank you.
Colt: no problem.
I made coffee. *abbey gestures at coffee pot*
Colt: Smelled it. Came down for a cup. *he reaches in front of her for his mug. Pours it and takes a drink.* It's good.
Thank you.
*They stand next to each other at the sink drinking their coffees. Neither know why they haven't sat down. It is so quiet you could hear a pin drop.*
Colt: Did the doc clear you?
*abbey shoots him an annoyed look*
You gonna carry me down there again?
Colt (flashes her a smile): Only if she hasn't.
No. I am good to move about. I have... permission.
Colt: Good... You seem to be breathin' better.
*abbey pulls inhaler out of her pocket. Shows it to the Captain.*
She gave me this if I needed it.
Colt: Good.
*continues to stand in silence. They finish up their coffees and move at the same time to put them in the sink. Their mugs collide and fall to the floor. Luckily they didn't break. They look angrily at each other. Both lean down to pick up their mugs and their heads bump together and they both fall on their behinds*
Colt and abbey together: Owwww!
*They look at each other, rubbing their own bumped heads.*
Colt and abbey together: Hey!
*They both grab their mugs and stand up. As they put their mugs in the sink, the identical thing almost happens again.*
Colt: What is your problem?
You ran into me!
Colt: I did not.
Did too!
Colt: I did NOT!
DID TOO!
*they both glare at each other for a minute, neither willing to budge. abbey wheezes, pulls out her inhaler and takes a puff, all the while not moving her eyes from the Captain's.*
Colt: You OK?
I'm fine. I am going to see Oram.
*abbey spins around and starts to leave the galley. Colt continues to glare at her. As she disappears around the corner, Colt hears her yell:*
Now I have to see her about a rutting HEAD injury!
*Colt rolls his eyes and heads back up to the bridge*
Colt: Gorram woman... Gonna be the death of me.
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*comes into the cargo bay, lugging a rather large duffel bag*
*puts the bag down, unzips it*
*rummages through it for a short time, then pulls out a weight belt, a towel and a few dumbbells*
*straps on the weight belt, fastens the towel around the catwalk railing, gets a good grip on it and start's pumpin'*
(...)
*sees Abbey walking by as he's halfway through his fourth set*
*lets go off the towel and walks up to her, dripping with sweat and panting heavily*
Huh... sorry 'bout breakin' into your digs and, huh... liftin' your booze. I dunno what happened about me.
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