Life Onboard Serenity: In A Vaguely Frontwardsy Type Direction
POSTED BY: bigwolf18
UPDATED: Thursday, October 23, 2008 00:24
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Originally posted by EnglishIvy:
"A match," she said as she laid the last two cards in her hand down on the table. "I guess that means I won. Now what should I claim as my prize..."
Pain looked at the cards Tommy had laid down and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed against his chest.
"Whatever you want, Tommy." he replied smiling. "I could flap my arms around like a chicken or run around the ship buck naked babblin' like a loon." Pain uncrossed his arms and set them on the table, as he looked into Tommy's eyes and continued, "You won fair and square and I did say the winner gets to choose what the loser has to do. And I do believe there's me makin' you dinner as well."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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"No need for the flappin' arms or the naked babblin' from you. Don't worry," she started, still thinking for an appropriate request. A thought popped into her head. "I know what I want. And it will get you out of the makin' dinner part."
"How's that?"
"You say you clean up pretty well. Well, I want you to prove it," she said as she smiled at him. "I want a date."
"A date?"
"Yep. A date. Nothing extravagent, but a date nonetheless."
She was confident that some one-on-one time with the man away from the ship should give her more than enough information to determine whether or not he was a danger. If he was going to be a problem, he wouldn't have his crew to back him up and dealing with the problem would be much easier.
On the other hand, if she was lucky, she might just have some fun. Fun was something that had been in short supply for a long time.
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meanwhile, on the bridge
*mal strode up the stairs and immeadiatly put on an air of authority, and failed. river sprung up out of the chair, grabbed holdof his hand and dragged him to the chair.*
"the big bad wolf wants to come home" she said
"now i never said that girl, just let me talk to mal!" wolf exlamed.
"so what isit you'de be wantin' from a harmless old fella like myself?" asked mal wearily.
"ok, so to be fair she's hit it right on the head as usual, i want to be let onboard cap'n, i'm just outside in fact and i'm running out of fuel here, a week of floating will do that to a guy."
"don't worry, we'll let you in for a spell, but want some damn answers ya hear?" mal said sternly.
"no proplem me old mate, ask and you shall resieve." wolf gave one of his wolfish grins.
*mal opened a com link to kaylee.*
"kaylee, can you please open the doggy door? looks like the pups back."
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Shaman.
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"of course i've gone mad with power, ya ever tried going mad without power? its no fun, nobody listens to you!" The Simpsons Movie
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In the Galley
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Originally posted by EnglishIvy:
"Yep. A date. Nothing extravagent, but a date nonetheless."
Pain rubbed his chin, nodded, and said, "Sounds good to me. Whenever the captain decides to pull his head out of his pigu and decides which planet or moon we're landin' on, we'll head out and find a restaurant that serves decent food." He turned to 13 and said in a semi-threatening manner, "And if I ever see so much as a minuscule glimpse of you at said restaurant, Bot Boy." He narrowed his eyes at 13 and continued, "I'll make sure you're turned into scrap faster than five alarm chili though a cat."
He turned his attention back to Tommy, smiled once again and asked, "So will I be needin' a suit or will the cleanest set of casual clothes I have suffice?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Originally posted by DRPAIN:
He turned his attention back to Tommy, smiled once again and asked, "So will I be needin' a suit or will the cleanest set of casual clothes I have suffice?"
"A suit?" Tommy asked. She wasn't quite sure she heard him right. "You actually have a suit?"
"I think I'm almost offended," Pain teased.
"I think if you wore a suit, I would feel horribly underdressed," Tommy said. "Anyway, I said 'nothing extravagent'."
"Noted."
"Well, I am going to go check on my plants now," she said as she stood up. "I'll be back in a bit in case anyone else wants to play a game."
She quickly left the room and made her way to her dorm. All the way, a buzzing noise in her head was getting stronger and stronger. Once inside, the argument began...
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Originally posted by EnglishIvy:
"Well, I am going to go check on my plants now," she said as she stood up. "I'll be back in a bit in case anyone else wants to play a game."
"Have fun with that." called Pain as he and 13 watched Tommy leave.
As she turned the corner and walked down the stairs, 13 turned to Pain and asked, "Didn't she seem a little strange to you?"
Pain arched an eyebrow as he looked over to 13 and replied, "She did seem a little on the off side, but I'm not too concerned about that."
"You're not?" asked a perplexed 13.
"Are you kiddin', 13?" replied Pain with a smile. "You do know you're talkin' to the original boyfriend of Fly, don't you?"
"Oh yeah. Right." replied 13, standing up from his seat.
Pain put a hand on Bot Boy's shoulder and remarked, "Believe me, Bot Boy. If I can handle bein' with someone like Fly for fifteen years, I think I can handle someone like Tommy for one day."
As the two headed out of the galley, 13 thought to himself, "I'm not so sure about that."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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“What do you think you are doing?” Ivy asked her.
“Check your plants, Ivy,” Tommy told her, ignoring the question. “And since when did you get all opinionated? It’s my job to take care of us.”
“I’m scared, Tommy,” Ivy said as she moved around the room, checking the necessary levels for all the plants she had stacked in there.
“I know. That’s why I am doing what I am doing.”
“You asked him for a date? Alone?” Ivy questioned.
“We need to know if he’s dangerous. We need to know if we are safe,” Tommy rationalized. She stopped for a split second then added. “I need to know if you are safe. I can take care of myself.”
“But alone?”
“Alone? Yes. Defenseless? Not so much,” Tommy said. “I’m taking the gun with me. I’ll use it if I need to. No one is ever gonna hurt you again.”
“What about River and John? They said the gun needs to stay put away. That it shouldn’t be out unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“I’m thinking that it’s necessary. And anyway we won’t be on ship. John and River can bite me if they expect me to lie down and wait for people to hurt us–,” Tommy warned, but cut herself off. “I won’t lie down and wait for people to hurt you. I can take care of myself.”
“He might just be a nice guy,” Ivy said softly.
“Maybe.”
“And if he is?”
“Well, then I won’t have to shoot him.”
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Pain's Bunk
His weapon's locker doors were open and both Pain and 13 were looking through it like art critics discerning over a piece of new art at the Londinium Museum of Art. Pain had already changed into some cleaner clothes and they were now eying which gun could be concealed and be "date worthy" at the same time.
"How about this one?" asked 13 as he picked up a chrome, full-sized .45 caliber pistol.
Pain took it out of 13's hands, hefted it in his, then said as he put it back, "Nah. Too noticeable and heavy." As he scanned over the other guns in his cache, he continued, "It's got to be small and easily concealed, yet pack a punch without a lot of recoil."
13 peered into the locker then looked back at Pain and said, "Uh yeah. This coming from a guy who owns a hand cannon that can blow a hole through a ship's hull."
To emphasize his point, 13 picked out a rather large revolver and held it up for Pain to see. It was close to a foot and a half long and had the words '.500Magnum' etched into the 10.4" barrel. The beast weighed more than three pounds and carried five rounds of jacketed hollowpoint overkill.
"Hey!" Pain shouted, snatching the BFR from 13's grubby hands. As he put it back into its respective place, he continued, "Just cause I have a gun that can punch a hole through a ship's hull, doesn't mean I can't own somethin' that can't." He looked at his guns and added in point-of-fact manner, "I just don't have many that are termed 'concealable'."
Finally finding something that he could conceal, Pain closed up his weapon's locker and said, "Besides that hand cannon of mine is loaded with JHP rounds. Those won't pierce the hull so much as fragment when hitting a flesh and blood target and makin' their head look like an explodin' watermelon. This.." He held up the snub-nosed, eight shot .357Magnum revolver. "Should be quite adequate for my needs."
He opened the locker door next to his weapon's locker and produced a holster that would conceal the little revolver in his pant's pocket. He slipped the gun into it, slipped the holster into his pocket, smiled and said to 13, "Shall we?"
"Lets." replied 13, as the two of them left Pain's bunk to find something to do until Serenity hit dirtside.
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Somewhere on Serenity, a portable cortex unit was beeping signifying an incoming wave. After a few beeps, the wave was ended. On the screen it reads:
Missed 4 incoming waves...
In Grayson's office, he switched off the cortex with more than a little frustration.
"Where are you?" he mumbled as he started pouring over her file again.
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Tommy looked in the mirror. She had put make-up on and styled her blonde hair long and straight. She wore black boots, navy pants and a white button up Poet’s Blouse. It was loose and long, so it would be easy for her to move around, but the detailed pintucks in the front still made it very feminine.
She walked back to her room and picked up her gun (a Baby Eagle 9 mm Pistol) and an extra magazine of 10 rounds. As she was placing them in a small bag that could be worn either across the body or on the shoulder, a voice spoke to her.
“What are you doing with that?”
She turned around to see River standing there.
“I’m taking it with me when I go off ship.”
“Your intentions aren’t quite that simple.”
“Just protecting Ivy.”
“He’s not like that,” River said, referring to Pain.
“I hope you’re right,” she said as she turned her back to River to finish putting things in the bag.
“I wouldn’t say so if I wasn’t 100% sure.”
“You may be 100% sure, but I’m not. I have to make sure.”
River cocked her head slightly to one side.
“I’m sorry about what happened to you.”
Tommy whirled around to look her straight in the eye.
“I told you not to go poking around in her head,” she spat out with venom in her voice. “What happened to her doesn’t need to be re-hashed. Not by you, not by me and most of all, not by her.”
Tommy spun back around and grabbed the bag. She paused briefly next to River in the doorway.
“You can stay here as long as you want,” she told her. “Personally, I’m leaving. I got a date to go to.”
With that she exited her dorm and left the area.
“Wasn’t poking,” River whispered. “Loud all on your own.”
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