GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 17

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SQUEE

Wednesday, June 16, 2004 6:59 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM to JAYNEs BUNK

Damon strides down the forward hall at a brisk, purposeful pace, glad to finally be getting back to work. The last hour and a half or so had been a little too stressful for his liking. He arrives at Jaynes bunk and places a hand on the com before remembering Jayne's instruction. He opens Jayne's door and looks down the ladder.

"Hey, Jayne, you in there?"

When all he gets is a muffled grunt, he turns to Merz.

"I'll be right back."

Damon takes hold of the ladder and without a second thought to his condition, slides down into Jayne's room. He lands with a grunt and winces at the jolt to his wounds.

Gorramit, Damon, what are you trying to-

He looks up to see Jayne lying completely naked on his bunk, trousers and underpants in hand and wearing what looks like make-up smeared on his face.

"Wuh duh ma huh ta duh fung-kwong duh wai-shung doh. What the gorram diyu are you doing?" Suddenly realizing he had been a bit loud, he quiets his voice. "You're supposed to be helpin' in the cargo bay, not whackin' off with your girl's make-up."

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

SAINT JAYNE

Wednesday, June 16, 2004 7:58 PM

Jayne's turn:
LOCATION - JAYNE'S DORM

Jayne has just counted down the seconds to a full minute when the door to his bunk slides open.

DAMON
"Hey, Jayne, you in there?"

JAYNE
"Y'early", he grumbles simply, and begins wiping the bright red lipstick from his face in preparation for the final test.

DAMON
"Wuh duh ma huh ta duh fung-kwong duh wai-shung doh. What the gorram diyu are you doing? You're supposed to be helpin' in the cargo bay, not whackin' off with your girl's make-up."

JAYNE
"I'll whack you if'n ya don't keep yer voice down. You just remember, I tell you what yer s'posed ta do, not thuther way round. Now shut the gorram door and wait there, I ain't done yet."

Jayne holds up his trousers and burries his face in them as if he thinks they're a shirt. His puckered lips are visible roaming underneath the material, and when he retracts his head, his lips are covered with a generous amount of dark red lipstick.

JAYNE
"Grab me some clothes from the closet there. You might need to dress me."

Simple process of elimination, Jayne thinks; this has to be it, and if Damon is there to witness his collapse, all the better.

SQUEE

Wednesday, June 16, 2004 8:42 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - JAYNE'S DORM

Quote:
Originally posted by Saint Jayne:
JAYNE
"I'll whack you if'n ya don't keep yer voice down. You just remember, I tell you what yer s'posed ta do, not thuther way round. Now shut the gorram door and wait there, I ain't done yet."

Damon rolls his eyes in growing frustration as he turns his back to Jayne and looks up at Merz with a: 'this guy's a complete nut case' look on his face.

Quote:
JAYNE
"Grab me some clothes from the closet there. You might need to dress me."

Damon turns back around to glare at Jayne. "What?! Shit, no, what do I look like a gorram nurse maid?"

Calm down, Damon, he ain't going to get you in trouble. Just give the guy his clothes.

He pulls out a pair of pants and a shirt from the closet and tosses them on the bed next to Jayne, who is now smothered in dark red lip stick along with his pants.

"Get yourself dressed we have work to do."

Turning back to Merz shaking his head: "Go ask for a rag with something that'll clean make-up. There should be something in the kitchen."

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

RAISTLYNNE

Wednesday, June 16, 2004 9:39 PM

JONAS HEXX

Dinner went well thought Hexx, reminiscing to himself while lying on the bunk in his quarters.

Three hours previously:

Hexx finishes getting his gear squared away. He then proceeds to clean himself up for Supper. Forgoing shaving, he opts for a quick shower, towels down and rakes a comb through his hair. Thinking that ought to do, Hexx puts on his suit. A surprisingly expensive and well-tailored one at that. Dark blue jacket having an ornate silver design towards the cuffs. Dark blue slacks matching the jacket. Burgundy shirt with a Chinese collar which works just fine for Hexx's fashion sense. Donning a pair of custom-made black leather boots that fit wonderfully well. Hexx is just finishing putting a nice shine on the boots when a chime comes over the intercom.

"Lady luck is smiling upon me. Finished just in the nick of time. Nicely done, old boy." Says Hexx aloud, lips curving upward into a crooked smile. Giving himself the once-over in the mirror, Hexx proceeds to the galley for Supper.

Eveningstar, having laid out the meal, sees Hexx approach. Her eyes light up and she lets out a little yelp of delight. Composing herself quickly, she says to him:"Why Jonas, you look positively handsome in that suit!"

Hexx eyeballs Eveningstar. Surprised she'd changed from her uniform to a summer dress matching the color of orange you'd see in a sunset. Her red hair hanging loose upon her shoulders like the flames from a fire. Hexx's eyes widen slightly and he takes in a quick breath. Stopping in his tracks, Hexx says:"Sarah, I do believe you are the most beautiful creature I've set eyes on in a long damn while!"

Eveningstar curtsies, does a little girlish spin to show off the dress (and her figure), and says:"Why, you are positively charming my poor ears off, Jonas. Now, why don't we attend to our Supper? All is in readiness, I hope you brought your appetite!"

Hexx pulls Eveningstar's chair out for her and then seats himself at the table. The two dine for about an hour, eating and talking. Getting to know one another.

Jump to present:

Hexx hears a knock on his cabin door. Getting the pistol from underneath his pillow, he moves to the door and turns on the cabin light. Putting the piece behind his back, he opens the door slightly only to see Sarah Eveningstar standing outside with a bottle of vodka and two glasses.

"I couldn't sleep, so I thought you might be interested in a night-cap?" Says Eveningstar to Hexx. "Maybe a little more than a night-cap?" She finishes with a mischievous smile.

EOM.

SAINT JAYNE

Wednesday, June 16, 2004 10:32 PM

Jayne's turn:
LOCATION - JAYNE'S DORM

DAMON
"What?! Shit, no, what do I look like a gorram nurse maid?"

All manner of retorts race to Jayne's head, but before he can select an apropriate one to lash out at Damon with, the new crew hand steps over the closet and pulls some clothing out for him.

Jayne holds up his fingers and stares at them. They are fully in focus. He's not sleepy in the least.

JAYNE
"Well, shoot. I'm immune to the stuff."

Jayne is hit by several articles of clothing. He turns to look thoughtfully at Damon.

DAMON
"Get yourself dressed we have work to do."

Nah. Now I'm just thinkin' crazy. Jayne slips into the fresh clothes and walks over to the mirror to wash off the remainder of make-up.

SQUEE

Wednesday, June 16, 2004 11:59 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - JAYNE'S DORM

Quote:
JAYNE
"Well, shoot. I'm immune to the stuff."

Damon leans back against the wall near the ladder watching Jayne wash his face and wondering what the diyu he's talking about.

"Trust me, you're not- it's quite visible and doesn't do you justice. But somehow I don't think you make a habbit of wearin' that sort of thing."

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

MERCEDESTROY

Thursday, June 17, 2004 12:00 AM

MERZ move

LOCATION – TRAVELING: JAYNE’s BUNK TO GALLEY As ...

MERZ watches DAMON do a quick descent down the ladder to JAYNE’s quarters. She thinks about joining them, with an eye to checking out JAYNE’s equipment, but decides later would be better for that and waits in the hall. Suddenly, DAMON’s voice rises from the room, startled and loud.

DAMON
Wuh duh ma huh ta duh fung-kwong duh wai-shung doh. What the gorram diyu are you doing? And a bit quieter You're supposed to be helpin' in the cargo bay, not whackin' off with your girl's make-up.

put the words together, mercedes. the ones you are having trouble with are all in english. you speak english, so why does it not make sense?

There is more talk, JAYNE oddly muffled part of the time and DAMON frankly disturbed about something. Is it because JAYNE is unclothed? She sighs. well i won’t make that mistake again, but i would have thought it would be acceptable in my room. unless … ah, that is it. visitors make the difference, don’t invite someone in.

DAMON glances up at her. Go ask for a rag with something that'll clean make-up. There should be something in the kitchen.

MERZ understands that at least, has been required to wear makeup in the past. She gave a thought to what MAL said about her following orders. But this is harmless and more in the nature of a request, so she heads back to the galley.

It is starting to smell rather good in there. ROWAN has improvised an apron for herself, apparently raided every shelf and storage area in the galley, and is busily cooking and singing to herself. MERZ sigh again. That always looks like such fun – cooking. Merz clearly remembers her first and last attempt. Way back when, with the A.P.E.S.

“Why Mercedes, how nice of you to surprise us by cooking before we returned… . What is it?”

“According to the book I got it out of, Beef Stew.”

“Why is it green?”

“I wanted to do something different, special.”

“I can smell mint.”

“Went with the color.”

Not one of her favorite memories. They never let her near a galley after that unwatched. But what ROWAN is doing seems like magic.

MERZ rummages around for rags, attempting to keep out of ROWAN’s way and sniffing enthusiastically at the wonderful aromas in the room. Locating some stray pieces of cloth, she wets one with water and then turns to ROWAN.

MERZ
Do you know where the Olive oil is?

ROWAN
Sure, here you go. She fetches it out from where she had seen it earlier. What’s up?

MERZ
I do not know. Jayne is in his bunk, doing something that has DAMON sounding like he has swallowed something distasteful. Something involving make-up … he requested I bring something to remove it. Olive oil seemed a reasonable attempt.”

MERZ takes the bottle and dribbles a generous portion of Olive oil on the second cloth, and folds it up in her hand. Thank you. And for cooking also. I find myself anticipating the results. I must go; I have things to do.

She turns for the door.

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

CHANNAIN

Thursday, June 17, 2004 12:44 AM

Rowan’s Move
LOCATION - Galley

When the smell of the sauce makes her taste buds tingle, Rowan smiles and sets it to simmer on the lowest setting. Pouring the marinate over the protein cubes, she makes sure each one is coated and sets the bowl aside again. She’s just opening the bag of rice and reaching for the measuring cup when Merz comes in. A woman on a mission, she starts rummaging around for rags, carefully skirting the stove. If Rowan didn’t know the woman better, she would say she was almost wary of it. Whether it was the stove or the cooking would remain to be seen.
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Locating some stray pieces of cloth, she wets one with water and then turns to ROWAN.

MERZ: “Do you know where the Olive oil is?”
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ROWAN: “Sure.”

Turning to the cupboard behind her, she fetches it out from where she had seen it earlier and hands the bottle to Merz.

ROWAN: Here you go. What’s up?

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MERZ: I do not know. Jayne is in his bunk, doing something that has DAMON sounding like he has swallowed something distasteful. Something involving make-up … he requested I bring something to remove it. Olive oil seemed a reasonable attempt.”

MERZ takes the bottle and dribbles a generous portion of Olive oil on the second cloth, and folds it up in her hand. Thank you. And for cooking also. I find myself anticipating the results. I must go; I have things to do.

She turns for the door.
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ROWAN: “I’m sorry – did you say something involving make up? As in Cosmetics?”

What were the chances? Jayne was acting fairly peculiar in the cargo bay earlier, back when he still had bruises on his face. Only he doesn’t strike as the type who would risk the captain’s wrath by messing with a passenger’s personal items. Not to mention the idea of that brute having a fetish for women’s make up was beyond hilarious. It bordered on the extreme unsettling, in fact.

ROWAN: “Do me a favor, would you? Ask Damon what color he’s wearing – don’t tell him I asked – and let me know what he says. Would you mind?”

Chuckling at a sudden image of Jayne wearing “Spike” red, Rowan goes back to stir measuring rice with one hand while giving the sauce a quick stir with the other.

EOM

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

SAINT JAYNE

Thursday, June 17, 2004 1:18 AM

Jayne's turn:
LOCATION - JAYNE'S DORM

DAMON
"Trust me, you're not- it's quite visible and doesn't do you justice. But somehow I don't think you make a habbit of wearin' that sort of thing."

Jayne responds to Damon as he scrubs away at the lipstick in the mirror.

JAYNE
"This here's a matter of ship security. That's why I asked you ta come down here. You, I can trust. The others, well, I ain't so sure. I know this looks all manner a' strange, but you gotta trust me here."

Jayne turns to Damon, padding his face dry with a hand towel. "Don't breath a word a' this till I'm sure those passengers is who they say they is." He tosses the towel onto the rack and turns back to Damon. Hints of colour are still visible on his mouth and nose.

SQUEE

Thursday, June 17, 2004 7:31 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - JAYNE'S DORM

Quote:
JAYNE
"This here's a matter of ship security. That's why I asked you ta come down here. You, I can trust. The others, well, I ain't so sure. I know this looks all manner a' strange, but you gotta trust me here."

An eyebrow disappears beneath Damon's dark hair as he looks as Jayne skeptically. The guy was making no sense whatsoever. Damon's not sure if he trusts anyone on board but that doesn't mean there's a shipwide security risk. Besides, what did he do to gain Jayne's trust?

Do I got 'you can trust me' tattooed on my forehead or something? And what does this have to do with lip stick?

Part of him wonders what it is that has Jayne acting so weird but he decides against asking. He's got enough to worry about without worrying about other people's business.

Quote:
Jayne turns to Damon, padding his face dry with a hand towel. "Don't breath a word a' this till I'm sure those passengers is who they say they is." He tosses the towel onto the rack and turns back to Damon. Hints of colour are still visible on his mouth and nose.

Damon's confusion melts into a frown. Jayne's asking for trouble if he's digging around for 'who people are'. Again, Damon wonders what makes him so trustable in Jayne's eyes. He didn't tell anyone who he is and what he did say was mostly a lie. The whole thing is giving him a headache and standing around when there is work to do and a schedule to keep isn't helping anything.

"Look, it's none of our business who they is. They pay their rent, they do their work, they follow orders and obey the rules, let them be. If there's something that needs worrying about, tell Mal or Zoe and they'll take care of it. You leave people alone and they'll leave you alone." He puts a foot on the ladder and pauses. "Just so you know, Merz swore her loyalty to Mal just after you left and your doctor is on the cortex. I'm going back to work." Nods toward the make-up still on Jayne's face as he starts to climb the ladder. "You missed some."

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

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