VFF The Book continues 4
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Saturday, April 26, 2014 13:20
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hey Oram need some help.
I am a leaf on the wind
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*Looks up and see's Wash entering the galley*
Nah, I've got it under control... Mobbex is gonna be pretty 
when he finds they destroyed his *reads from half torn lable* Protien Body Builder.... *throws the empty tin and lable into the bin* Well, least he ain't on steroids, his agression is more than I can handle at times.
*She finishes her coffee and gets back to cleaning the galley*
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*Walks into her bunk and sits on her bed. Her eyes travel downward and look at the floor underneath her bare feet. She begins swinging her legs on the edge of the bed as her eyes travel all around the room and then watch the door for ten seconds before she hears a knock on it*
Brit: Enter, please. *She looks back down at the floor* I was expecting to see you.
Colt: That so? You wanna explain to me what just happened back there?
Brit: Not really.
Colt: Oh? And why not?
Brit: *Her eyes seem tense as she looks at Colt* Because you know as much as I do about what just happened.
Colt: What are you talking about?
Brit: *she looks back down at the ground and swings her legs some more* I mean, I don't know what happened. I just knew they would scan me and leave. I don't know why.
Colt: And how did you know they would scan you and leave?
Brit: *shrugs* I just knew.
Colt: Ah. You just knew. Right. Same answer every time, don't know why I still ask.
Brit: *She shoots her eyes toward Colt, her mouth gaping slightly* You don't trust me. I am not Alliance.
*Colt stares at her for a moment and somehow feels a bit more relieved even though he still doesn't know if she's telling the truth*
Brit: *Tilts her head* Shouldn't you be checking on Abbey?
Colt: *He perks up as he remembers* I, uh... yeah... *He takes a moment to look at Brit and then quickly leaves*
Brit: Steadfast stares and yet he's but a sheep amongst lions. What exactly am I? Oh, wait, that's right... I'm insane...
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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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*Stan picks himself up off the deck. After mumbling at the back of ogre-man gone wrong he heads back out of the Cargo Hold and towards his bunk. Passing Oram and Spots as they enter the Infirmary. Spots' arm bent at a disturbing angle as he holds it tenderly.*
Stan: "What did I get myself into... more Alliance trouble, what's the deal with that girl? Wonder what other mayhem my road has in store."
*His room is a mess. The mattress tossed against the far wall and his duffel upturned and his clothing and gear strewn across the floor. He grabs a sock outside his door as he walks in and begins to pick up his clothes then stuff them unfolded into his duffel.*
Stan: "What's this? I forgot I even packed this."
*Stan smiles as he picks up pair of somewhat battered, drabby slate-blue colored coveralls with a collection of various old patches.*
Stan: ".... Nelumbo. Was it home? I hardly remember my folks anymore."
*He runs a thumb over a white Lotus flower patch emblazoned with a blue N on the left sleeve then folds the coveralls and puts them on the floor next to the door. After finishing "putting away" his clothes and laying the mattress out on the floor he grabs the coveralls, a pair of shorts and a dull orange t-shirt and heads toward the shower. He walks out of the corridor just as Sky passes the Infirmary door on her way to the stairs.*
Stan: "Hello."
Sky: "You the new crew? *not waiting for an answer* I haven't gotten a chance to welcome you aboard myself."
Stan: "I've been keeping to myself, somewhat. Thanks."
Sky: "Might be a good idea, keeping to yourself. Alot of trouble on this boat..."
*She claps him on the back and heads up the stairs toward the main deck. Stan glances after her a second then continues on to the passengers head.*
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Colt999: "Quick! What's the name of a firefly porn site?"
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*Images are flashing randomly through abbey’s mind. She is dreaming*
*In the background, a puppy’s bark is heard as a deserted building looms ahead…*
abbey *nearly unintelligible*: snickers…
*A hand leans on a window frame as they look in a window. A woman screams.*
abbey *moaning*: oh God…
*Running through a field. Heavy footsteps are heard in background. Falling.*
abbey *arms slightly held up in a defensive position*: hide… nooo…
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Mobbex utters a lengthy string of expletives as he takes in the state of havoc in which the feds have left his room. He then sets the box down next to the ladder and gets down to assessing the damage.
Only a handful of furniture items are still somewhat salvageable, starting with his sturdy gunlocker, which displays scorch marks and other signs of potent abuse.
Hah... gonna take more than one measly blowtorch to get your mitts on my ordnance.
His bunk is also right where he left it (the metal framework is still firmly bolted to the flooring). However, the mattress looks like someone went after it with a power-saw.
Aw... why didn't they just torch it to bits, would've saved me the trouble...
He tears the mattress off the bed frame and tosses it against the nearest bulkhead.
While doing so, he notices that the wooden crate in which he keeps his pet prairie dogs is missing.
Mobbex: Oh... don't. Don't you dare...
He looks around the room and spots a jumble of wooden planks heaped up against the opposite wall.
He scrambles to his feet and rushes over to it, only to realize that the flesh-eating chipmunks are nowhere to be seen.
Mobbex: This... *gulps* This ain't good...
===============A handful of minutes later===============
Mobbex is flopped down on a ladder back chair in the dining area, holding on to his head with one hand and clenching the neck of a bourbon bottle with the other.Quote:
Originally posted by WASHRULESBABY:
hey can I grab a drink?
Mobbex: Over my *hic!* dead body... *hic!* sister.
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*In the engine room. Stan is on his back, his body half inside a maintenance crawl-way. A variety of tools scattered on the deck beside his legs. Spots sits leaning against the wall next to them.
Spots: "Do you see it yet?"
Stan: "...no...er wait. Yes there it is. Clockwise at full torque?"
Spots: "Counter-clockwise."
*Stan tightens the wrench and turns the bolt counter-clockwise. A small drop of horrid smelling grease drips from the fixture onto his right cheek.*
Stan: "Alright, done deal."
*He glances around one last time to make sure he hasn't let a tool and slides out of the crawl-way.*
Spots: "Good work. Not much else around here I can't do single-handed.. heh. Thanks for the help."
Stan: "No problem. How's the arm by the by?"
Spots: "Hurts like a bitch but it'll get better." *He mutters something incoherent under his breath*
*Spots grabs the bulkhead rail one-handed and pulls himself up easily. He walks over the the engine core and leans over it, prodding something with a small magnetic driver and nodding. Stan begins to put the tools back in the old wooden box when a shadow seen out of the corner of his eye catches his attention.*
Stan: "... what was that?"
Spots: "eh.. what now?"
Stan: "I thought I saw someth... nevermind. We're on a ship. What could it be, anyway?"
Spots: "Are you sure those Alliance goons didn't break your head or something?"
Stan: "Hah ha. It was just a shadow or something. Nevermind."
*Stan leans over and looks down the crawl-way before sliding the panel back infront of it and securing the locking bolts.*
Stan: "If you need any help just give me a call. Alright?"
Spots: "You bet. I might need some help later with some routine maint. I'll give you a call over the comm when it's time."
*Stan leaves the engine room and heads toward the galley. He wipes at the grease on his cheek with his left hand, leaving a streak of black.*
Stan "I swear I saw something..... Oh well."
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Why am I here already?
Mobbex is now slumped over the galley table, his head swaying sideways as he knocks back another draft of bourbon.
Mobbex: Good 'till the last drop... *hic!*
He leans back against the chair and tosses the bottle over his shoulder.
Mobbex: That stuff ain't good for ya... *hic!* ...Pa used to say... kills your braincells...
He abruptly loses his equilibrium and crumples to the floor.
Mobbex, slobbering abundantly as he speaks: Pa said the sauce made me mopey... *hic* Awww... *a lone tear runs down his cheek* M'sorry Pa... should've listened... *hic* I nev'r listened...
He rolls over and tries to pick himself up, but only manages to get to his knees before collapsing again.
Mobbex: Y' know, fallin' is such a quiet, effortless thing... It's the landing that really... *hic* ...stings.
Brit: Steadfast stares and yet he's but a sheep amongst lions. What exactly am I? Oh, wait, that's right... I'm insane...
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*Oram finally has the galley spic and span, and notices that Mobbex has made his way to the dining area with a large bottle of whiskey… She ignores him and his mumblings until he falls to the floor, then she decides it's time to get the Merc to bed.*
Oram: Ok, big man, you’re gonna be passing out any minute now… and I don’t need to break my back from getting your bulk to your bunk, one ruined hand is enough.
Mobbex: You losh your stict’es again’?
Oram: Yeah, landed on my hand in the cargo bay.
Mobbex: You suck with keeping them in.
Oram: Yeah, yeah and you suck holding a decent conversation.
Mobbex: I don’t fall when drunk.
Oram: My observations say otherwise.
Mobbex: You weren’t drinking when you fell?
*Oram just gives him a strange look at his memory loss…*
Oram: I fell when the guy hit me… Remember?
Mobbex: *giving a sloppy grin* Oh, yeah! He left a mark too.
*Mobbex points sluggishly at her cheek, Oram just moves her head from his reach and helps pull him to his feet, he half drapes himself on and over her, and she nearly collapses at his almost dead weight, and she realises they aren’t gonna move anywhere. Then…*
Oram: Mobbex, get your hand off my arse or I'll remove it with a blunt razor.
Mobbex: You don’t *hic* like bein’ touched, do yeh?
Oram: *narrows her eyes at him* What?
Mobbex: Aww, come on doc... prime piece of a man like me, y' can't be sayin' no!
Oram: *knows where this is going and decides to move while it’s still safe* Yeah, you're a stud of a specimen, make me quiver… get to bed.
*She just helps Mobbex to the floor, making sure he’s not in the road. He tries to pull her down with him, but Oram only smacks his wandering hands*
Oram: And Oram says ‘No, means No!’
Mobbex: You’re no fun…
*She goes to get a blanket and pillow, also filling a large cup of water. She gets back to his side and finds that he’s clean passed out, so Oram makes him as comfortable as possible.*
Oram: Night Mr Grabs.
*Then she leaves, taking the whiskey bottle with her and heads for her bunk, leaving a sleeping Mobbex behind*
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Mobbex stirs as he comes around from his drunken stupor.
He straightens up and begins to stretch his sore limbs when Oram sets foot in the room.
Oram: Mornin'.
She makes her way to the kitchen unit and sets the coffee pot on the stove.
Mobbex, kneading his stiff neck as he speaks: Ugh... wh... where am I? Wha' happened?
Oram: You passed out.
Mobbex: ...I did? Wherefore?
Oram: 'Drank yourself stupid.
Mobbex: I... I did? Ehr... how bad?
A mischevious look crosses Oram's features.
Oram: Well... very. Bad.
Mobbex, his skin growing paler with every word: Huh... did I... hum, wha' happened?
Oram turns to him, struggling mightily to keep a straight face.
Oram: What do you think happened?
She then walks out, a coffee mug in hand, flashing a grin spanning from one ear to the other.
Mobbex plunks himself back on the floor and stares emptily at the ceiling for a minute.
Mobbex: Jao gao... I ain't ever drinkin' again.
Brit: Steadfast stares and yet he's but a sheep amongst lions. What exactly am I? Oh, wait, that's right... I'm insane...
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