Virtual Firefly

VFF The Book continues 4

POSTED BY: Colt999
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COLT999

Monday, April 21, 2008 8:02 PM

Ok Crew here's the new diggs.

We had some loading problems with the last thread so we'll cutting it off around 200 each time.

I've had a lot of fun so far. I hope you have as well.

Where we started
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=33104
Where we moved to
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=33308
The one we're leaving
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=33361&m=603846#603846

If we keep this up we might fill a thread just listing our old ones.

Great Job Crew. You are the best in the Verse.

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COLT999

Monday, April 21, 2008 8:21 PM

Quote:
*abbey looks up and glares at the Captain.*

abbey *with venom*: Maybe he can help fix my gorram shuttle door. Can't schedule any business until I can close it. Wouldn't want me nor any of my belongings to get sucked out where the door should be. *she stands up, grabs her bowl and retreats towards the shuttle.*

*Oram giggles under her breath as the Captain then glares at Oram. Stan speaks up.*

Stan: What kind of business is she in?

The pain in my ass business *Watching her go* Just once I would like to...(Notices everyone watching me)

Oram: Just like to what?

Nothing. Stan I think we can work out an arrangement. Wash and I do most the flying. Wouldn't hurt to have a third. Break up some of the long nights. Just wake Wash before trying to land. We'll let her handle that part. When your not on shift you can help out Spots and we could use a shuttle pilot for some of our deals. That way Wash can stay with the boat.

*I look down at the plate that looked so appetizing before Abbey stormed off*

Speaking of Wash guess I better go relieve her for dinner.

*I get up and head to the bridge*

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STRANGEBIRD

Monday, April 21, 2008 8:57 PM

*Stan is finished with his plate so he picks it up and sets it down in the sink. He heads up the short gangway into the forward hallfway after the Captain. Noticing briefly that the young lady introduced to him as Brit has gotten up to follow.*

*Catching up to the captain before the gangway leading to the upper deck and bridge.*
Stan: "Captain.. do you think I could maybe try my hand now?"

Colt: *Thinking for a few seconds* "I don't see as to why not. Couldn't do near as much damage here as you might closer to any planets or other such bodies. Sure, why not."

*They walk onto the bridge. Wash is sitting at the pilots control console staring out the window.*

Colt: "Wash... dinner."

Wash: "What? Oh thanks capt'n. Who's the new guy?"

Colt: "This is Stan, he just came aboard on Greenleaf. He's got some piloting experience so he's going to be flyin' every now and then to give us a bit of a break." *In a whisper to Wash* "I wouldn't trust him with entry or landing yet, alright?"

Wash: *slapping Stan on the shoulder as she leaves the bridge* "Nice to meet ya Stan."

*She passes Brit, who's just coming in, on her way out.*

Colt: *To Stan* "Alright, take a seat."

*Stan sit down easily in the pilot's seat. Leaning this way and that to inspect the various switches, dials, touch screens and knobs. He leans forward over the console and makes note of the heading and current relative speed."

Stan: "Looks.. shiny captain."

Colt: "Just keep us on the same heading and let me know if anything changes."

Stan: "Will do."

*He grabs the stick and turns to add something else, accidentally causing the ship to jerk a bit.*

Colt: "What the... what was that?"

Stan: "Oh, sorry. That was... nevermind. We're ok I.. we're fine...heh. Really."

Colt: "Keep it that way."

Colt999: "Quick! What's the name of a firefly porn site?"

SHINYBRIT

Monday, April 21, 2008 9:19 PM

Quote:
*Mobbex is gobbling down serving after serving, all the while looking daggers at Oram. Doc wants war? She's gonna get it, he thinks*

*He gets to his feet and stretches an arm toward the countertop, looking for his third refill, but something yanks it back onto his buttocks* Huh?

*Brit lets go off his jacket and carries on with her meal* What's your problem, fruitcake?

Brit: *doesn't bother to look at him as she speaks* Ingesting sustenance in precipitated fashion stimulates the build up of flatus along the gastrointestinal tract.

Mobbex: Wh... Why do I even bother talkin' to you? *shakes his head in disgruntlement as he plonks his bowl on the table*

*She looks up at Mobbex nonchalantly*
And don't call me fruitcake.

*She gets up and follows Stan and the Captain onto the bridge. She listens to the Captain and Stan talk back and forth, then sees Stan reaching for the stick*

You shouldn't-- *the ship jerks* Nevermind...

*The Captain and Stan exchange words and the Captain finally exits the bridge*

*Brit walks up to Stan, seeing his hands nervously controlling the equipment* You are a bird. Different from any kind known to man, itself. A bird seeking to find it's way through a darkened sky blanketed in the clouds of spectral correlation function developing coherence in dense cores to form a stellar object which soon changes to a large constellation. Your wings are different. Strange, in a way. You fly differently... inequivalently to any other warm-blooded vertebrate coming from the Aves class of species.

You are one Strange Bird...

*smiles* You can call me "batshit nuts."

*wanders out of the bridge*

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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)

ORAM

Tuesday, April 22, 2008 12:20 AM

*Oram sits on the infirmary floor, having cleaned it up and making it spotless. She’s also showered, wearing black tracksuit pants with a large purple shirt that goes down to her knees, her damp hair is pulled back into a ponytail, she's not watching anything, though her toes do wriggle every so often, and she takes a drink every now and then from her bourbon stash… Faint footsteps start coming towards the infirmary, but Oram ignores whoever is coming… or she doesn’t hear them*

MOBBEX

Tuesday, April 22, 2008 1:41 AM

*Mobbex nearly stumbles over Oram as he comes into the infirmary* What the hell're you doin'?

*Oram surreptitiously hides the bourbon before responding* What do you want.

Mobbex: *walks past her and proceeds to turn the cabinets inside out* My meds got all squished up when you pounced' o' me.

Oram: *her voice sways a little as she speaks* Hey... stop! I just... *sighs* ...in the third drawer, to your left.

Mobbex: *notices the bottleneck sticking out of behind Oram's back* 'Nice to see that you're gettin' comfortable. Not even retreatin' to the privacy o' your bunk when time comes to take a sip at the good stuff.

Oram: Y... *hips* you're a moron.

Mobbex: And you're a drunk.

Abbey:...Pleasuretex?

ORAM

Tuesday, April 22, 2008 1:54 AM

*she gets unsteadily up off the floor, but leaves the more-than-half-empty bottle where she hid it*

I'd rather be a drunk than you any day. You suck as a human.

MOBBEX

Tuesday, April 22, 2008 2:44 AM

Mobbex: *his lips twist into a scornful smile* And you're a picture of virtue... What did'y say them pills were called again?

Oram: *leans against the bulkhead and rubs her hands against her forehead* Go to hell.

Mobbex: *chuckles at Oram's gibe* Y' know, I's wrong about you. 'Figured you for a delicate little flower of a girl. Hah! 'Turns out you're just as big of a case as anyone else here on this boat, myself included. 'Difference is, most of us actually like the mess we're in. Take me, for instance. I dig this life. I get paid, 'get to fight an awful lot, 'get to get it on when the ladies are game... and I got 'purpose. You, you don't have none o' that. It's like you're clingin' on to somethin', y' don't live. And I think outta the two of us, y're the one to be pitied... Oh, these are the ones! *holds a small plastic container high in triumph*

Abbey:...Pleasuretex?

ORAM

Tuesday, April 22, 2008 3:10 AM

*what Mobbex says is true in a sense and it sinks in, but it doesn’t stop it stinging. She can’t help the few escaping tears nor the wavering in her voice as she watches him attempting to read the capsule bottle*

I hate you.

*as she walks past, now in full crying mode, she slams the correct tablets on the counter for Mobbex, before heading for her bunk and locking the door, while leaving the bottle of alcohol on the ground*

MOBBEX

Tuesday, April 22, 2008 3:18 AM

*to himself* She had it comin'

*takes the tablets and stuffs them into his jacket pocket*

*lays his gaze on the bottle of bourbon*

*shrugs*

*scoops it up and takes a swig* Hmm... *nods appreciatively* Good stuff... *looks up and sees Abbey glaring at him through the window*

Uh-oh...

Abbey:...Pleasuretex?