VFF The Book continues 4
POSTED BY: Colt999
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Mobbex is dripping wet as he is making his way up the stairs to the aft hallway, his weight bag swung over his shoulder.
'Prolly should grab some eatables and hit the sack for a spell, he thinks.
He comes into the galley, drops his haul on the countertop and goes about fixing himself a bite to eat when he overhears the rather heated exchange between Sky and Colt.
That gal's got a mouth on her...
He smirks, then hoists the bag back onto his shoulder and makes for his bunk, a bowl of protein mush, some beans and a sack of sunflower seeds in hand.
Colt lifts an eyebrow at him as they walk past each other.
Colt: Stockin' up for the winter?
Mobbex: *chuckles* Y' could say that. *kicks the hatch wide with and disappears down the ladder*
He sets his lunch on the night table and drops the weight bag on his bunk, then gets down on his knees and starts yanking at something under the bed frame.
Mobbex: Aw, quit squealin' already, y're man eaters for 
's sake! *drags out a sturdy wooden crate and pulls the top panel off. The squealing picks up* Yeah, I get it, y're hungry. Here, I got y' guys somethin'... *unfastens the sack of seeds and drops several handfuls of it's content into the crate* Couldn't find no man flesh this time, but this sh'd do for now. *secures the crate and shoves it back under his bunk*
Mobbex sits on the mattress and gets down to putting his snack away when...
COMLINK:#####Chow's in fifteen minutes!
He throws his hands in the hair, then picks himself up and moves toward the ladder.
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*I walk in, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.*
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I stand as she enters and immediately wince as everyone but Brit giving me a "what are you doing?" look. I sit quickly*
*Colt stands up when he sees me. Why he do that for? Must have had a kink somewhere. He needed to stretch out. Yeah, that’s what is was. Couldn’t have been anything else. He agreed with me. It was an accident. Stress left over from the kidnapping. It was very intense time.*
*I nearly stop when I see that the only seat left is beside him. Brit usually sits next to the Captain, but for some reason she has taken my seat. I look at her as she is playing with a salt shaker. She looks up at me and gives me a knowing smile. But how would she know? It’s not like she’s psychic. Could she have been nearby? My stomach flip-flops at the thought of someone knowing. I can only imagine what comments would be directed at us.*
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*I take the bowl, put some on my plate and pass it to Abbey*
*He passes me the potatoes and our hands brush, which leaves me all tingly inside. I plop a small pile on my plate, they look good, but I am too nervous to eat. Back to the tingling… He doesn’t seem to notice. Good. It has to be leftover stress. He obviously thinks so. After all, he hasn’t even looked at me. He’s got the right idea. I think I’ll do the same. Stress… yep, has to be, but he has seemed to have gotten over it. Why am I still a mess? Well, I did almost die – but waking up with him holding me… that was nice – don’t think about that! Eyes straight ahead!*
*And what did he do to his eye? I wonder if Oram has looked at it. I should ask her. But then again, she would probably make a comment. Maybe I should just ask him? It shouldn’t be a big deal. The kiss didn’t mean anything. Yes. I will ask him later. After all, I would be this concerned about anyone on this ship, wouldn’t I?*
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Wash you had something you wanted to talk about?
*Luckily, Wash seems to have something she’d like to tell us. Good. No more small talk. I can focus on that…*
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*Stan arrives just moments after the captain. He takes his seat towards the aft end of the table and rests his forearms on the metal edged oak. He waits patiently as the food is passed around and takes in the crews actions and conversations. Abbey, the registered gamer, walks in about the time he scoops a couple of potatoes onto his plate. The captain seems a bit odd lately, after the argument and... whatever it was that happened between them in the shuttle. Stan decides to keep his opinions to himself and follow Spots lead.*
*The dinner progresses, conversations passing easily between the crew. There is some tension though, but the crew seems to know what topics to avoid.*
Spots: "Pass some of the greens over this way."
Mobbex: "Yeah.. alright just a minute."
*Spots heaps a couple spoonfuls of spiced greens onto his plate and passes it down the table.*
Brit: "Salt was used for currency in the ancient past on Earth-that-Was... *quietly so only those immediately next to her would hear*... rub salt in a wound and see the fire...."
*Mobbex shoots her a look both annoyed and interested, with a touch of ignorance.*
Mobbex: "That so now. What' they use for making their food taste.. salty, huh?"
*Stan decides to try to draw the captains attention away from not eating.*
Stan: "Captain? *He looks up and nods slightly* I was hoping we could talk more about a my role as part of the crew."
*Colt just nods slightly and pushes some food around on his plate.*
Stan: "Yeah.. well. Would later be a better time then? I don't want to just talk business over dinner."
*The captain looks up, finally giving Stan his actual attention for a few moments."
Colt: "Well we could always use an extra hand with the cargo, on the job and in the hold. Also, Spots tells me you handled the shuttle like a pro. *He held back Spots comment about nausea*."
Stan: "Well I don't.. I don't know about pro or anything but it just felt natural.."
Colt: *Raising his hand to cut him off* "I think you'll make a decent addition to the crew. We'll talk about cut and all that after dinner."
*He turns his attention back to his food and spears a plump new potato on the tines of his fork.*
Brit: *Turning to Stan* "... the strange bird has found a nest... he's got wings on his heart and his feet in the water..."
*Stan just looks over at her and blinks. Mobbex snorts and then looks quickly to the captain.*
Mobbex: "He's getting a cut now, too? I don't plan on givin' up any of mine so don't even think on it for a second."
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Colt999: "Quick! What's the name of a firefly porn site?"
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*Oram pushes her food around her plate, still supporting a migraine and nausea, but listening to the conversation around her, avoiding looking at Abbey and Colt and especially Mobbex*
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*Brit holds the saltshaker next to her ear* I can hear you. The way your very molecules crystallized to form this saline flavor to add to our very own food. Goodbye, dear friends.
*Brit shakes the salt onto her heap of potatoes and takes a bite out of them* Sodium chloride, you make my potatoes taste delicious.
*Stan looks at her with a raised eyebrow, but Brit ignores it and continues eating her potatoes. She eventually looks up at Oram with potatoes in her mouth*
Flimsy when cut down, but firm when all together. They get stomped on because they’re so fragile.
*whispers to Oram* They’re like you.
Looking so tough on the outside, but really so soft and easy to break. Why do you let yourself be smashed? You have a choice.
The potatoes don’t have brains so they can just scream without a voice and wish not to become the source of a human’s nourishment. You don’t want to be nourishment. I know you don’t.
*shows that disturbing smile off to Oram*
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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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*just stares at Brit.... but comprehending what she means, and a bit worried by her disturbing smile, the hangover and nausea isn’t helping her mood*
Have you been into my medicine cabinet and take something you shouldn’t have?
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*Takes another spoonful of potatoes and shoves it in her mouth, chewing and swallowing it*
You already know I haven't and you know what I mean.
I think it is you that has had something you shouldn't. Too much of one thing can be worse than not enough of it. Upset stomach. Headache.
You only make yourself feel worse as you're making yourself feel better.
*Nudges the potatoes with her fork* Worrying your best friend. You feel ashamed. Don't understand why you just can't stop.
*Picks up her plate and throws it across the room. It flies by Mobbex's head closely and crashes against the wall behind him*
Mobbex: What the-- *shoots a look at Brit*
*Brit screams, but it's not a scream of fear. It's one of anger* You large yú wán simpleton. This is all your fault! *picks up her spoon and throws it at Mobbex, Mobbex barely dodging it. The spoon sticks into the wall*
Mobbex: What in the name of shàng dì are you doin? Girl's gone mad again!
*Goes to grab the pan with potatoes in it but mobbex grabs it away and plops another pile of potatoes on his plate. Brit sits back down with an angry look on her face but then leans her head on the table with her forehead down*
*mumbles* I'm sorry... *grabs her head* I can't comprehend what I do... *looks back up and then stands and quickly runs over to where the plate broke and the spoon is stuck into the wall. She pulls it out and cleans up the glass on the floor*
*mumbling to herself* Never... comprehend... sharp silverware sunken into flesh... *she throws away the broken plate and puts the spoon in the sink. She then walks past Abbey with a frightened look on her face, but quickly walks out*
*shouts back* I'm going to sleep... It's getting too crowded!
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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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I think it is you that has had something you shouldn't. Too much of one thing can be worse than not enough of it. Upset stomach. Headache.
You only make yourself feel worse as you're making yourself feel better.
*abbey hears Brit's comments and although they are a bit cryptic, she understands now that Oram is badly hungover.*
abbey *as she stands up*: Excuse me, I will be right back. *she turns to leave, but trips on the chair leg and falls to the side. She manages to put her hand on Colt's shoulder to steady herself.* Sorry...
*Colt doesn't say anything back, he just stiffens a little. abbey is starting to get annoyed by the cold shoulder she is being given, after all it was an accident. She pushes that thought out of her mind as she gets back to the task at hand.*
*She goes to her shuttle and pulls out two of the House's hangover pills and goes back toward the galley. She passes by Brit who is sitting on one of the catwalks mumbling to herself. abbey kneels next to her.*
abbey *laying a hand on her shoulder*: Thank you for the head's up. *Brit smiles back.*
*abbey goes back to galley to see Mobbex leaving galley a bit agitated. The mood in the room is laden with tension. So much so that it is completely silent. Colt looks livid. He turns to Wash and asks her to share her story. Everyone's eyes turn to Wash, happy that there is something other than the argument to think about. Abbey manages to walk over to Oram, without drawing any undue attention.*
abbey *whispering into Oram's ear*: Here is some "aspirin." Please take it.
Oram: I don't deserve it after what I did.
abbey *smiling*: Let me be the judge of that. Now take them before I make a scene... Well, bigger than what seems to have happened already.
*Oram looks at her, eyes wide. Realizes that abbey is kidding and reluctantly takes them. abbey returns to her seat.
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So much for not bein' sure what to think...
Mobbex stares at Brit's back as she storms out, quickly followed by Abbey. He then shifts his gaze toward the captain, his face livid with wrath.
Mobbex: That's the second time she throws a fit on me. *aims his fork at Colt* There ain't gonna be third one.
*Colt all but ignores him.*
Colt: Now put that down, would you?
Mobbex: Tyen sah! *throws the fork across the room and pounds the table with enough force to bend the wood* Don't you go pretendin' like I ain't said nothin'! Girl's turnin' into a major safety hazard! Even y' can't miss it! But that's assumin' y're not too busy gettin' into yer ranter's pants!
Colt goes rigid but somehow manages to retain his composure.
Colt: Why don't you start out for the cockpit? I'll be along in a minute.
Mobbex answers with a grunt, then stomps off to the bridge.
Colt: *turns to face Wash* So, Wash... *clears throat* I believe you had something you wanted to say.
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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Mobbex plunks himself down on the pilot seat, spins it to the left so that it faces the doorway, and starts twiddling his thumbs.
A couple of minutes later, Colt comes in with a stern look on his face, promptly followed by Sky. Colt parks himself right in Mobbex's face. Sky rests her back against the door frame and lays her icy gaze on Mobbex.
Colt: What is it you think you were doin' back there?
Mobbex: Takin' it upon myself to clue you in is what I's doing!
Colt: Wh... clue me in? You? That's a good one. Now listen to me you half ass meathead, next time y...
Mobbex: No! Y're the one who's gonna listen. I'm not in the habit of lettin' folks with a bent for tossing houseware at me walk about safe 'n sound. If y're not gonna do somethin', I will. *gets up and makes for the doorway*
Colt: Get your butt back on that chair! We ain't done here.
Mobbex: Y' know what? Make me!
Sky straightens up and draws her gun. Colt just glares at him.
Mobbex: *snorts* See, that's just you Colt, true to form. Hiding under the skirts of your hard ass first mate... *shakes head* Some man you are. No wonder y' can't manage to get a girl's fancy...
Colt clenches his fists and stiffens his jaw. Mobbex notices.
The two men size each other up for a few seconds, then Mobbex lowers his stance and flashes his gap-toothed grin.
Mobbex: Y' wanna go, captain?
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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