Life Onboard Serenity: #40 - Burnt Stew, Dinner and a Job - Let's Celebrate!
POSTED BY: EnglishIvy
UPDATED: Tuesday, December 16, 2008 19:54
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Pain's Bunk
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Originally posted by EnglishIvy:
"I always have other things on my mind when it comes to you," she said to him as she wiggled her hips a little. "What would you like to do?"
"Well." Pain replied, giving Ivy another kiss. "I'd like to continue with the kissin' and the touchin', baobei." Lifting up the covers, he peered under them, then looked back at Ivy. With a sly smile, he added, "Of course if'n you're up to it, I am up for another round of fun." The smile grew wider as he said, "We can make it interestin' too if'n you'd like."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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"We can make it interestin' too if'n you'd like."
"Interesting?" she asked as she slid up his body so that her face was even with his. "Are you trying to tell me that the excitement is gone already?"
He chuckled a little as she feigned a pout as she let her hands wander over his body. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close as he exhaled deeply.
"What kind of interesting thing do you suggest?" she asked.
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Pain's Bunk
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"What kind of interesting thing do you suggest?" she asked.
"Rest." Pain simply stated.
"Rest?" Ivy repeated, arching one of her eyebrows. "How is that interesting?"
"Yes." answered Pain, running a hand through her hair. "Rest. And it's interestin' in that it gives us time to recharge our batteries before our next romp in the hay."
"You're a strange man, baobei." Ivy said with a smile.
Pain returned the smile and replied, "Yes, well strange is my middle name."
<< OOC: Edited on 12/07/08 @ 4:19 p.m. PST. >>
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Pain. Maybe even emottional trauma radiated from the man. Denial, Betrayal. Two emotion that tended to go together. John looked at Izzy and felt sorry. This man had been a freedom fighter, something John could definately identify with, but had he and his crew done it the right way. Or had this man been lost, as well. Maybe he had been to harsh on the man, but John believed in second chances. There was just one more thing that lingered in his suspicions. "He's not lying, sir. But ask him about the job." "Don't give me orders." "Sorry" "Now, tell me about the job."
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Rest? Ivy was surprised. She thought he was ready for another go around, but he chose rest. She cuddled up to him, feeling the warmth of his body. After a couple of minutes, she sat up.
“I really need a drink of water. Would you like one?” she asked. He groaned as she slid away from him, swinging her legs over to the floor.
“Can’t it wait? You know you want to stay,” Pain said, trying to lure her back. “The water can wait.”
“You’re cold aren’t you,” she asked him, seeing through his complaints.
Pain grinned sheepishly.
“Well… yeah.”
“I’ll be fast. I’m just parched,” she said as she looked back at him. “Do you want some?”
“Sure. I could use some too.”
Ivy hopped up and took a couple of steps before coming to an abrupt halt. Her arms stretched out to either side, like she was reaching for something. She swayed a bit.
“Babe?” Pain asked her as he sat up.
“I feel…” she started to say, her voice unnaturally soft.
Her eyes rolled back a bit and she began to fall. With unnatural speed, Pain leapt from the bed and caught her before she hit the floor.
“Ivy?” he called to her concern clear in his voice. Quickly, he picked her up and laid her down on the bed. “Ivy?”
He was about to head over to the comm to call Simon when she spoke to him.
“I’m sorry. I just got a bit dizzy.”
“A BIT?” he chastised. “You fainted.”
“No. I’m fine. I was just dizzy. I was trying to right myself.”
“Ivy, you fainted.”
“No. I remember losing balance and you catching me. You put me over here,” she said as she opened her eyes to look at him. “Just dizzy. I promise.”
Pain leaned over her and kissed her soundly.
“You scared me,” he said.
“Sorry. I didn’t expect it. I’ve felt so good today.”
“I was right about the rest,” he told her as he started to get dressed. “You stay here. I’m going to go get you some food. You’ll eat it and then it’s off to nappy land for you.
“Maybe I should call Simon,” he continued as he zipped his fly and reached for a shirt.
“No. I’m really OK. Room’s not spinning no more.”
“You scared me,” he repeated.
“I’m fine. Concussions don’t go away in a day. I just think we overdid it a bit,” she said as she smiled at him.
“Fair enough,” he said as he stepped up on the first rung. “I’ll be back in a jif.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
Rest. I do feel tired, she thought. He was right to suggest it.
Pain wasn’t gone 30 seconds before she fell asleep.
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Pantry
Pain could still hear Mal and John talking to Isahiah from the pantry, so at least he knew Mal was preoccupied with that to talk to him. He looked through the pantry and wondered what to get Ivy to eat.
He scanned every shelf at least a few dozen times, racking his brain over what she'd want. It was mostly protein in there with a few non-protein items scattered here and there. He hoped this job of theirs was of the good paying variety, because they desperately needed some food with some taste to it. Perhaps they could get some real meat, veggies, and eggs for once instead of the pre-prepared, dehydrated, or vacuum packed go-se they usually bought.
Finally he just shrugged and picked the last bag of grapes. Closing the pantry's door behind him, Pain made his way back to his bunk. Well it was now Ivy and his bunk. Nonetheless Pain opened the hatch and climbed on down.
Pain's Bunk
Once he closed the hatch, Pain started to open the bag and said, "OK, baobei, I got you a bag of grapes. It was the only thing in there that resembled food."
He looked up and saw that Ivy was sleeping already. Pain walked over to the bed and knelt down. Giving her a kiss on the forehead, he mused while admiring her, "You sure are cute when you're sleepy."
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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Isahiah wrinkled his brow, his gaze swerving from Mal to John and back again. "What is he an ex-cop or something or other?"
"Yeah, summin like that," Mal said offhandedly. "You know, I'd appreciate it if you'd cut the skewin' around and stick to my questions from now on, I've got a meeting I need to see about 'fore we hit the Beylix docks.
"I see, well then I shall endeavor to keep my answers as brief and succinct as possible," Isahiah replied. "What exactly is it you wish to know?"
"Well, first thing you'll wanna tell me more about the location, 'cause as things stand now my ship ain't goin' nowhere near it."
Isahiah nodded understandingly. "Very well," he said. "I was truthful yesterday. The Kentmountain installation was the base from whence my crew and I operated, and one of the movement's most secure strongholds in this sector of the system. We stopped there to replenish our fuel cells, effectuate repairs when needed, unload the proceeds of our travels, or simply for some quality R&R..."
"See now, two things," Mal interjected. "A: That ain't brief nor succinct. An' B: Gripping a tale as that is, I confess I'm more interested in how the place is fitted out to deal with incoming ships..."
Isahiah held up a mollifying hand. "Captain you needn't be concerned with the safety of your ship on this trip," he said. To the best of his recollection, the facility's lone defense had always been its remoteness. "I can assure you that it is in no danger of being brought down or damaged in any way."
"Oh, can you?" Mal retorted, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "Whaddaya think John? Talk to me."
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BigWolf18 "Way i remember it, you said you was leavin', dare say that saved us a whole peck o' trouble. now i gotta wonder what could spur on a fine disreputable man like yourself to show your fine disreputable face here again."
...Dust monkeys...
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A cop. John snorted at the thought. "I say we take it if it pays. We can always shoot him later. Plus, we can handle this one." The man had at least put his fears to rest a little, but those security things could come back on and knowing this ship they would. River waiting for your command to land. John turned and walked toward his room to gather supplies for the job, he was ready to start.
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"All right, we'll deal," Mal said stiffly. " But don't go thinking you're gettin' off home free. You've hid things from me Izzy, an' I take exception to that." He inched his face ever closer to Isahiah's as he spoke. "I'm gonna be watchin' you every step o' the way, an' if I get the slightest inkling that you're up to something improper so help me I will shoot you down. Do we have an understanding?"
Isahiah couldn't help but recoil a touch at the overbearing hostility that Mal radiated. "We certainly do," he said.
"Good!" Mal barked as he turned and walked off. "Now go get yourself cleaned up an' grab a coat, you an' I are headin' out as soon as we hit the ground. I wanna collect on that advance you promised me."
"An' it damn well better have some weight to it!" he warned as he disappeared up the stairs.
Isahiah slumped against the bulkhead as the captain's leaden footsteps faded into distance. "Oh, what a great day this is gonna be," he rasped, kneading the back of his neck. "I need a rutting drink."
The Bridge
Mal climbed the short stairway leading to the foremost section of the ship and stooped lightly to get his head through the narrow hatchway as he came into the bridge. River sat at the wheel with her legs folded together, absently munching at a somewhat sour-looking piece of fruit, her eyes lost in idle contemplation. "Anybody home?" he asked.
River stirred from her reverie and laid her stark, beady gaze upon him. "You beat up on the scoundrel," she stated placidly.
"An' loved every second of it," he assured her. He gazed at the cosmic scenery through the bridge aperture. "'That Beylix I see balloonin' outside my cockpit window?"
River nodded a yes as she cast a surveying glance at a set of dials to her right.
"All right, take us in," he ordered. "Don't go straight for the Hedons though, instead set her down near New Allansburgh. I wanna hoard up on fuel an' eats 'case we need to make a speedy exit."
"Wilco, captain." She reached above her head to flip a row of switches then tightly wrapped her hands around the stick, her face stiff with concentration as Serenity came against the outermost layers of Beylix's atmosphere.
"An' take the long way 'round," Mal continued as he turned to leave. "I've got some in-house business I need to settle before we land."
She didn't verbally acknowledge his last command, yet he didn't doubt that it had been understood and would be seen through, and walked out of the bridge, leaving the helm in River's care. He couldn't fathom how or when he had grown to trust her so implicitly as to leave her in charge of the ship's flight with nary a second thought, but the fact remained that he had, and her stellar piloting had given him no sort of reason to withdraw that trust.
He stopped before the hatch leading down to Pain's bunk and forcibly thumped on it. "Pain, get your ass up here on the double. We gotta talk."
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Grayson sat down on a nearby chair. Dozens of people had passed by him, but at the sight of his badge and the alert for Ivy, they all too quickly denied any knowledge and shied away from him.
"So the official route isn't going to work here," he thought.
He put the badge and alert away and simply pulled out a picture of Ivy. He stopped the next group of people.
"Have you seen this girl? She's my neice and is a little mentally unstable. She's run away and I'm afraid she's gotten herself in trouble."
To his surprise, the people stopped and looked intently at Ivy's likeness.
"No," said the customer. "I haven't seen this young lady. Sorry."
As he was talking to the one group, another group of men come in and made their way up to the counter.
"Name's Dex," he said. "I'm here to pick up my order."
Grayson's ears perked up and he made his way towards the man.
Official or family?" he asked himself, wondering which tactic might work best for him this time.
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