GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 17

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SQUEE

Monday, June 14, 2004 7:41 PM

Damon’s turn
LOCATION: Galley

Damon’s eyes remain meticulously locked onto Rowan as he straightens, carefully moving back toward the hand poised only inches from his face. This time he stands his ground, permitting the contact, but only barely. Her soft, delicate fingers move gently down his tightened jaw. His mind spins, trying to figure out her intentions. His fixed gaze searches her now more serious expression that changed almost as fast as his comfort level, but he can’t interpret that either.

After a few long seconds, he forces himself to relax enough to move a step back and slowly release the breath that was caught in his lungs. Rowan lets him go without any indication of wanting to stop him. He looks down at her and suddenly finds himself being reminded of Xiang. Calm, comforting, providing that silent reassurance that he so desperately needed. A small smile flickers across his lips and then vanishes when he hears Wash’s voice over the intercom:

“Hey guys, Simon’s on the screen here, live, so hurry on up here, if you wanna talk to him, ok?”

Thoughts returning to the present, he remembers that he has much to do before tomorrow. Zoe, Merz and Kaylee needed help with the nose gun, Jayne needs help with some rails, and he needs to talk to Inara about the cortex and Mal about his gun. He glances around for Zoe, he was told to ask her about what they were doing with the gun, but she’s already left. Merz is still in the room, maybe she knows.

He turns back to Rowan, the last of his unease forgotten.

“I should get back to work.”

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

BOOMERGOODHEART

Monday, June 14, 2004 9:39 PM

Kaylee's Move
Location: Bridge

Kaylee moves into view as Simon calls out to her. He's dirty and covered with soot, but smiling out at her. Wary, she moves closer to see his eyes.

"Hello, Doctor. Good of ya ta check in."

Simon's smile shifts to an expression of confusion from her oddly formal tone. Kaylee only called him Doctor when she was good and riled at him.

"Kaylee? Is something wrong? Did you not get my message?"

Kaylee turns over in mind what to say, all the while staring into Simon's eyes. The confusion is real, she sees. He doesn't know at all why she's talking to him like this. Huh. Time for brutal honesty she thinks.

"Doctor, you've gone 'n done something you shouldn't have. Sheperd knows it, and I know it. Yer not the same man as came on board Serenity. You get that straightened out, then we'll talk 'bout where our future may be. I'll know yer fixed when I see it. Until then, it's for the best if we don't talk again."

Kaylee was watching Simon closely during her speech. There, she thinks. Right there. To the casual observer, Simon's reaction would have been one of confusion and disbelief. Kaylee, though, saw the derision underneath that. Something was there, hiding just below the surface. It whispered of violence and hate.

The Engineer continued to work on the problem before her while the Woman broke a little inside.

End Move

BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."

MANIACNUMBERONE

Tuesday, June 15, 2004 8:40 AM

Book's Move
Location: Hobbling quickly to the bridge.

Book winces with pain as he gets to the top of the aft stairs and walks down the short hallway. He lets go of his pain as he walks into the galley, not wanting to show anything is wrong. Smiling at everyone in the galley, he does not linger, but goes quickly out the opposite doorway and up the hallway to the bridge.

Kaylee is standing at the console as he walks in and stops at the hatch. She isn't talking. It looks as though she's said her piece and is awaiting some sort of response. I can't miss my chance. I've got to talk to Simon. I must know what's going on.

Moving the rest of the way into the room, and making a little bit of noise, Book approaches the console chair, puts his hand on the counter and leans down peering concernedly into the screen of the console. "Simon, where are you? What's going on? Why did you...? Book suddenly glances at the communication channel to check if it's secure. It's not. He smoothly switches tack, realizing more is wrong and Simon isn't likely to tell him where he's located. "How're you doing, son?"

EM

CHANNAIN

Tuesday, June 15, 2004 7:19 PM

Rowan's Move
LOCATION - Galley

FLASHBACK:
"There is a moment when you can see it in their eyes. It happens very quickly, so I have to truly be paying attention. I have seen it - that moment when understanding dawns and I know I've reached one of the resistant."

Seeing the sparkle in his dark eyes, Rowan wasn't fooled and angled her eyes back at him suspiciously as she answered in Chinese. "You are speaking of me, are you not?"

Xiang ate one of his coconut shrimp with chopsticks, smiling mischievously as he chewed. Finding she had spent another long day immersed in research for the Revolution, Rowan had been shocked to see the clock was telling her it was late evening. She had been just contemplating dinner possibilities when he appeared toting take out from her favorite hole-in-the wall Chinese kitchen. Curiosity had inspired her to ask him about himself, which ultimately lead to asking him if he felt he had ever reached any of his students.

Gentlemen would not speak with their mouths full, but Rowan suspected he was purposely waiting until after he swallowed to hold her in suspense.

"Seeing it in you did not take quite as much effort," he admitted at last.

"Does that mean I was a good student after all?" she asked teasingly, knowing full well she had gone into old-earth history fully prepared to resist.

He chuckled, keeping his eyes on his food. He had stopped eating and was shoving around the contents of the white box in his hand instead. "It means that I couldn't keep from watching you every minute of every class. Paying attention to you was a simple thing."

She reached over to stop his hand and got him to look at her. Since she had been taping a broadcast for the Revolution, her lenses were put safely away in their cleaning case for the evening. He lifted his eyes to hers, showing her the same intensity she had seen only briefly the day he saw her eyes for the first time. Intensity that she now recognized as desire.

Resting her hand on his clean-shaven face, she threw caution to the wind and leaned in to finally satisfy a particularly voracious curiosity.

END FLASHBACK

Letting her fingers curl into her palm as Damon steps away, Rowan beat the remains of that memory back down into the far reaches of her mind where it belongs. In its place, ever faithful, surges the fury she has maintained since the moment she woke up and realized Xiang had betrayed them both.

WASH: “Hey guys, Simon’s on the screen here, live, so hurry on up here, if you wanna talk to him, ok?”

ROWAN to herself: Soy sauce… sesame oil…vinegar…chili paste… garlic… wonder if there's any flour on this boat?

Thinking about dinner helps. By the time Damon looks at her again, she has the fury under control and the sudden rush of hot tears beaten back as well. Damon looks more relaxed than she's ever seen him, which she suspects is an accomplishment of some giant proportion when it comes to someone who has to stay always on their guard. She should know.

DAMON: “I should get back to work.”

Rowan nods and gives him a smile.

ROWAN: "Me too. Come back up in about an hour. I should have something in the way of dinner ready by then."

EOM

We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
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SQUEE

Tuesday, June 15, 2004 8:52 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - Galley

Quote:

ROWAN: "Me too. Come back up in about an hour. I should have something in the way of dinner ready by then."

Damon gives another small smile at the mention of food and the thought of someone else cooking it. Somehow everyone else in the verse managed to make food taste ten times better than his best efforts.

"I'll be here."

Turning toward Merz, he moves around the table and speaks as soon as he has her attention.

"Hey, I heard something about helping you guys with the gun but I don't know what we're doing."

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

MERCEDESTROY

Tuesday, June 15, 2004 11:17 PM

MERZ MOVE

LOCATION - GALLEY

DAMON approaches from behind, obviously careful about not startling her. MERZ wonders if this is characteristic of DAMON himself or if something in her has inspired him to an unwonted caution. One more thing to worry about.

DAMON Hey, I heard something about helping you guys with the gun but I don't know what we're doing?

MERZ shakes her head. MERZ “I don’t completely know what we are doing either. Mal wants the gun hidden, and that is wise. But, as true creativity is not something I am especially skilled in, I am at a loss at how to proceed. Which is a bit of a moot point right now, since starting on the Bridge is a necessity and it is too crowded to deal with right now.”

MERZ motions DAMON to sit, no need for him to stand while they talk; he is not giving himself sufficient time to heal as it is. “I can see one of two things. Either we can rig it to retract into and extend from the hull, or we can cover it up. I cannot see a way to retract it unless Serenity is already carrying the hardware stored somewhere. I don’t see an easy, quick or practical way to cover it. And to be perfectly honest I don’t actually like where it is mounted. We did the best we could do on the ground and in the time we had. But I would like to move it forward right under the nose while we are still in the black and it would be easiest. However there again, it would be even easier to see unless we can pull it inside. I have not figured out a possible plan yet. We could use Serenity’s engineer on this one. But until she is free, have you got any brilliant ideas?”

She watches him, with complete attention, while still aware of everything, anything around her in the room.

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

SQUEE

Wednesday, June 16, 2004 1:11 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - GALLEY

Damon waits for Merz to finish, still standing next to the table. It isn't worth sitting down if he has to get right back up again.

"Actually, I think there might be something still in the crate that could be useful. It's not an original part so I didn't pay it any mind. We could go look at it if you want."

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

SAINT JAYNE

Wednesday, June 16, 2004 2:21 AM

Jayne's turn:
LOCATION - JAYNE'S DORM

Jayne wipes the glossy lipstick from his mouth with rough strokes of his trouser leg. A small but visible amount rubs onto the edges of his dark beard and moutasche, giving his mouth a little white halo.

He immediately thrusts his head back into his trousers and swirls his lips around the bright red smear. Jayne loses his patience, though, and grazes the dark red lipstick with the tip of his nose, far enough down that he doesn't see the deep red button of colour deposited there.

There, naked and motionless on his bed like something out of a carnaval porn, the clown waits.

MERCEDESTROY

Wednesday, June 16, 2004 10:44 AM

BLENDED POST: MERZ and DAMON

LOCATION - GALLEY

DAMON
Actually, I think there might be something still in the crate that could be useful. It's not an original part so I didn't pay it any mind. We could go look at it if you want.

MERZ stands. “I want.”

As they leave the galley, DAMON stops. Oh, tzao gao, I need to get hold of Jayne. It'll save me a trip if I do it now. Just give me a sec ... .

“No problem.”

She trots along behind DAMON, not much caring where they are going, just happy to be doing something. They end up outside JAYNE's bunk.

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

CHANNAIN

Wednesday, June 16, 2004 5:15 PM

Rowan’s Move
LOCATION - Galley

In a drawer next to the dishwasher, Rowan finds a towel, folds it into a triangle and ties it around her waist as a makeshift apron. Properly suited up, she starts exploring the cupboards in search of foodstuffs. Finding a large pan and a bag of rice right off the bat, she sets water to start boiling before continuing her culinary treasure hunt. Gathering ingredients together in one place – and pleased to find there is not only flour on board but cornstarch as well – she quickly puts together the marinate, then sets it aside and grabs three large cubes of protein claiming to be chicken flavored. From a shockingly extensive spice rack, she pulls down poultry spice and rosemary, and begins coating the protein. Then with a particularly impressive looking kitchen knife, she cuts it into cubes and sets it next to the marinate to season a bit while putting together the sauce.

Happy to be doing something creative with her hands again, she finds herself humming an obscure tune, hearing the lyrics in her head.

ROWAN to herself: Take my love, take my land... take me where I cannot stand...I don’t care, I’m still free... you can’t take the sky from me.

Thinking fondly of that soused-up band of rag-tag browncoat veterans in the saloon on Greenleaf, she smiles and tastes the sauce.

ROWAN to herself: A bit more... chili paste... add the garlic... stir with haste... burn the land and boil the sea... you can't take the sky from me...

EOM

OOC: Yeah, I know it’s cheesy, but what the hell. And I know I'm bad at filk.

We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
http://www.mnartists.org/artistHome.do?rid=7922

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