RP GR "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 16
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UPDATED: Wednesday, May 19, 2004 22:54
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Wash's Move:
Location - Bridge
Wash (Surprised to find Zoë standing in the corner) “Ah, hello, lover, I thought you were gonna talk to Thorne with the captain, If I’d a known you would be staying here with me… I wouldn’t have done anything different. I’m sorry if you feel that I’ve forgotten you, kiss make better while we wait for the rest?”
(The timer on the pilot console of the spare shuttle indicates (because the whole ship is wired for this): 1352 AMT (01:52pm)
EOM
Decoy, they make me go first.
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Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY to COMMON AREA
1:55 PM
DAMON
"I'm headin for the galley, Jayne."
Jayne grunts his approval and heads towards the common area, shouting to the air as he walks.
JAYNE
"Aright, I'm locking up the bottom! Everyone not wanting to taste their own lungs better get on outta here. That means you, River."
Jayne stops short at the workout bench. He remembers back to the first time they opened the cargo bay doors in deep space to put out a fire in the engine room. A small dumbbell got lost. Better safe 'n sorry Jayne thinks as he scoops up the smaller weights and hoists them into the common area where he deposits them under the landing.
With a self-satisfied smile, Jayne closes the door to the cargo bay and seals it.
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MERZ move
LOCATION – TRAVELING: CARGO BAY TO BRIDGE
JAYNE
Aright, I'm locking up the bottom! Everyone not wanting to taste their own lungs better get on outta here. That means you, River.
Time to go. MERZ slides out of the area, heading towards the bridge. She hears JAYNE seal the door behind her. River is safe, she wants to tell him; there was no one in the room who was not already accounted for. But she believes that he knows that or would not have sealed the room already.
At the bridge she moves just inside the door, ZOË is present, watching the pilot do his thing, and WASH as usual, in his chair, talking to her. MERZ takes a moments thought before announcing her presence is this what marriage is, or love? put these two in the same room, and no matter what else is happening around them, half of their awareness is always on their mate. and still it does not detract from their ability to function at full peak. interesting . . .
“I’m here, WASH. Ready when you are.”
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Okay, I'm posting. Joy-joy.
Okay, I believe COMMONS AREA to GALLEY.
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River starts to leave, when Book says:
BOOK: "River, wait. We should get to the galley."
River stops, and waits for him to catch up. When he does, he leads her to the galley. She passes above Jayne...
JAYNE: "Aright, I'm locking up the bottom! Everyone not wanting to taste their own lungs better get on outta here. That means you, River."
River nods a little bit, and starts doing some quick problems in her head. They reach the Galley, and while Book is getting her favorite mug and cocoa, she sees Damon, and their eyes lock. There is uneasy air between them.
RIVER, thinking: "He doesn't know what to think. The House* is divided."
Book sits down next to her, and puts the steaming cup of cocoa in front of her. She looks away from Damon, grabs the mug, blows some steam off, and she takes a sip. It spreads through her, a warmth that reminds her when she was with her brother. She knows when her cocoa turns cold, it reminds her of her loneliness. Another sip. The same things go through her mind. They will even after the cocoa is gone. Such is life. She takes another sip.
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*Not politics House. Think really hard... 
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard
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A supplemantary post...Merz, okay, can't explain, you'll see...
GALLEY
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River is sipping her cocoa, and Merz walk in. River looks up at her. She stares at her. Contemplating. Mostly blank, like a new sheet of paper before the creator comes and draws on it. River thinks to herself:
"What is love?"
She seems almost confused, and looks away. She has felt it, a brotherly love. Is that what she* is asking about? River doesn't think so. She sips her cocoa again.
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*The she can be applied to either Merz or River. You make the choice.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - GALLEY
Damon relaxes as he feels River's eye leave him and rests his head against the wall next to him.
Why am I so tired? It’s not even two o’clock yet. You’re getting soft if you’re getting tired after only ten hours of work, if you can even call installing seat belts work.
He opens his eyes and glances up to see River studying her mug. The girl scares him and he doesn’t understand why. She seemed so young, innocent and harmless when he first saw her yesterday, but now…
She knows. If I stay… I shouldn’t stay. I can’t risk the others finding out. As much as I’d love to take the captain up on his offer, I’d be safer if I left.
Damon sighs, closing his eyes again, and sets his cup on the floor. Somehow freedom wasn’t quite the paradise he had hoped for. Fourteen months on the run and he’s still fighting to keep it. The thought of having to start all over again on a different ship makes him feel all the more exhausted. Even worse is the thought of how much longer he’s going to have to continue like this before he earns enough. Crofton spends all of five seconds burning the thing onto his arm and now it’s taking him years worth of work and money to get it off.
He folds his arms over his knees, trying to think of anything other than Crofton as he dozes off.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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MERZ – supplemental
Time. Time is an enemy – too much time to think while waiting. Waiting now for the next thing, and the mind just does not stop. Saw the child RIVER on the way here; stared at MERZ as she passed. makes me uneasy, do not know why.
Walked on towards bridge, mind still roiling – so much new data to assimilate in the last two days. So many impressions, and new folks to datastore fully. New sensations; far too many new sensations. MERZ welcomes the expansion of her knowledge base, but the speed is choking her ability to adapt and categorize.
what is love?
And just what has brought that thought back? MERZ had thought that one banished, burned, scattered, buried and decontaminated six years ago. The last night she went under-the-beam, for a week.
Too much time to think . . . .
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Kaylee's Move
Location: Common Room to Galley
Kaylee follows Book & River towards the galley, thinking about Book's question. How DID Simon sound in her message? Forlorn...weary...intense...just like him, yet at the same time, not.
Stopping just outside the galley doors, she brings his face again into her mind. There...something is there...something...not quite Simon. She hurries to catch up with Book.
End Move
BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."
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Wash's Move:
Location - Bridge
Wash (Turning to Merz) “Before we start blowing holes in space, I gotta flush the cargo bay. Just a second.”
(Wash turns back to the console, and activates the ship-wide intercom): “Ok, people I’m blowing the bay.” (He pushes a button, and an audible ‘click’ is herd. Then a few more ‘clicks’ are heard over the intercom, followed by a quiet Wash saying: “Nuts, the alarm button’s broke…(louder) “Ah… oh… Awooga!, Awooga!”
There is a sudden shift in the normally well-behaved motion of the ship, as a loud pop and whoosh are heard. The ship momentarily feels as though Wash had rotated the thruster pods backwards, then everything goes back to normal, but there is a quiet hush in the air… Then, motion is seen on both the Bridge, and Galley… a few scraps of paper, then a few new stars go shooting past… the tequila droplets, some frozen air… and lastly a couple of dirty scraps of cloth lazily tumble past… rags from the weight bench… The explosion of the air exiting the ship has given the detritus just enough velocity to escape the gravity field of Serenity… seen from far away, she suddenly glows as if possessed… then it fades as the trash leaves the lit view of the view ports…
Wash (Turns back to Merz): “Ok, now… how do you wanna teach us to shoot this here new thingy”
(Somewhere, out in the black, probably on a Reaver ship, the wristwatch on Jubil Early’s wrist reads: (because I say it does): 1355 AMT (01:55pm)
EOM
Decoy, they make me go first.
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Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - ROWAN'S DORM
2:00 PM
With a self-satisfied smile, Jayne closes the door to the cargo bay and seals it. Now it's time to end this. Jayne darts towards the back of the ship. He pauses at the stairwell to listen, and hears Mal giving a brief explanation of what was happening to the others.
Continuing on to the passenger dorms, Jayne lets himself into Rowan's room and slides the door shut behind him. Not wasting any time, he opens the bag there on the bed and rummages through its contents.
Items of interest immediately begin to pile up. A Colt 357 and cases of ammo. A source pad that Jayne just knew was brimming with clandestine data, but also knew he'd have no chance to access. A money pouch, heavy with platinum. And a make-up case.
Withdrawing the case from the bag, Jayne examines it closely. This could be it. But how would he know for sure? He certainly can't test these seemingly innocent beauty aids on himself; not here and now.
There are four lipsticks jumbled with the other vials and wands in the case. A rich red, a darker one, a flesh tone and a frost. Jayne stares for a moment. He couldn't test them on anyone else. He would have to try them himself in the safety of his own room.
A clatter from upstairs makes Jayne gasp and spin his head to the door. It was a small ship with far too many people; Jayne had to move fast and get out, and his brain wasn't generating a lot of options under the pressure.
Jayne unzips his pants and one by one applies a generous portion of each lipstick to the inside.
The oriental door to Rowan's dorm slides open, and Jayne looks out. He walks out stiffly, barely moving his legs in an effort to ensure the lipstick only comes in contact with his underwear and not his skin. Satisfied that no one is coming, he walks slowly to the infirmary to make it look like he was getting a new wrap for his hand.
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