GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 19
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Thursday, August 19, 2004 18:38
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RPing TOOLS:
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GREEN ROOM:
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OOC 19 http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=6448
ARCHIVE:
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WHERE ARE THEY NOW >>>
Somewhen between 4:15 and 4:45 AMT
MAL & INARA - Her Shuttle, gettign wino'd.
WASH - Bridge, cleaning chicken out of the Nav console.
ZOE - In her and Wash's bunk - dreaming a little dreammmmmm.
BOOK, ROWAN, RIVER - Galley, washing dishes.
THORNE - Heading down the connect 'tween the Bridge and Galley, wondering if he has wandered into an Insane Asylum called Serenity.
JAYNE, MERZ, DAMON - In the Big Black, on the hull of Serenity.
KAYLEE - In the Engine Room.
JONAS HEXX - In New Hokkaido, casing the villa of The Shop
SIMON, CORVAIR, SLIGHT - Still in the GryFalcon hatching nefarious plans.
FROST - Still on ice.
NISKA - Hera (?) Working his way to the city - PO'd that Corvair's special wave-unit is not sending a conformation signal.
EARLY - Tied to a Reavers 'Kings Cross' and awaiting his Ceremony.
SAFFRON - Trying to hide from the same Reavers.
OR'SHA - Waiting for Hexx.
XIANG - Oroboros, beginning to feel the 'pressure' of the coup happening to the Enclave.
BOOMER - Selling leather-goods at the Uchigatana ReinAct Faire - unaware of her impending meeting with Nicoallez after the Faire closes
NICOALLEZ - Taking a break from telling stories at the entrance of the ReinAct Faire on New Hokkaido and checking out the Faire grounds.
OK - too many arcs fer me to remember! Back later to compensate.
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MERZ move
LOCATION - THE BLACK
DAMON
Makes everything worthwhile doesn’t it?
He is grinning at her, she can see it even through his faceplate. It is as carefree as he has looked since she first saw him. Merz has no idea why. His good humor and the reason for it are as foreign to her as, well … pretty … which this view probably is too. … i wonder how long it will take, before i understand how he feels?
Not really knowing what she is saying, only that it is probably appropriate MERZ tries to return his grin. Glad you like it. She sighs, quietly. Hopefully too quietly for the comm to pick up. Someday she may understand ….
Putting aside such pointless thoughts, MERZ returns to the job at hand.
MERZ
OK DAMON, I do not know what is going on here, but that gun’s motion does not seem particularly directed. I think we can stop it. Why don’t you step up to the right side, and I will circle around to the left. Just do not step in front of it. When we get one either side we can try to stop the motion. If no one is directing it, we should be able to stabilize it. Then we can un-bolt the rail assembly and walk the whole unit forward directly under the bow.
She goes to point and is suddenly aware of the cover in her hand. On second though. Let’s get this gorram cover installed first and then walk it forward. It is too awkward to walk around with and too difficult to set down.
She starts for the left hand side of the cannon.
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - THE BLACK
On second though. Let’s get this gorram cover installed first and then walk it forward. It is too awkward to walk around with and too difficult to set down.
Damon steps up to the right side of the cannnon, looking down at it thoughtfully.
"I think it would be a good idea to stop the motion before we try to put the cover on. I can disconnect the controls from here if you want and then reconnect them after we've moved the cannon."
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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MERZ move
LOCATION - THE BLACK
DAMON
I think it would be a good idea to stop the motion before we try to put the cover on. I can disconnect the controls from here if you want and then reconnect them after we've moved the cannon.
MERZ carefully approaches the left of the cannon, and reaches out with her free hand. Under her firm grasp, the motion of the gun ceases. She holds it still. As she suspected there is no real resistance, it was not being controlled. MERZ thinks about this – there was no one on the bridge before she went down to cargo. But JAYNE got a response from Wash, before they went out, and now no one speaks and the gun controls are unlocked.
MERZ
Go ahead. I will keep it steady until you have it disconnected. That way we get no surprises. Help yourself to whatever tool you need.
MERZ is not easy with the situation. She has a vague … is hope the word? … that someone is merely playing a joke on the work crew. JAYNE, can you tell what is going on yet?
EOM
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Thorne's Move
Location: Bridge/Port shuttle
At Thorne's question about the comm, Wash rolls over and responds...
WASH: “I’m kinda in the middle of a lot of things, please use the comm on the spare shuttle, ok.”
...then rolls back and apparently begins to genuflect to the bottom of the helm console. Thorne sees the reddish splotches on the back of his shirt and wonders if self-flagellation is part of the ritual. 'Never question other folks beliefs.' he reminds himself, as he slowly walks back down the stairs.
He's almost to the shuttle when his mind finally registers the sight of the plastic dino rocking back and forth on the laser controls. 'Nah,' he thinks, 'Nobody'd let that happen unless he'd already locked the panel.' Thorne enters the shuttle and makes his call.
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Jayne's turn:
LOCATION - THE BLACK
Jayne edges his head up to look into the corner of the view port. In the dim light of the bridge he sees Thorne's back quickly disappear into the corridor.
Lying there, partly obscured under the command console, is the body of Wash. His legs gently twitch. The ground is splattered with pieces and flesh, bone, and fluids. Not blood - wrong colour - but perhaps mixed up with brain and cerebrospinal fluid.
Jayne lets a half-strangled, shuddering gasp escape before he can switch off his radio. In space, no one can here him swear.
High calibre hand weapon, fired into the top of the head at point blank range, he sputters his reconstruction of the events. Shoulda eaten the poison, Wash, woulda been easier to clean up.
JAYNE
He flicks his radio back on to the suit-only channel. "I'm headin' in to check on Wash."
He leaves it at that, turning it off again. If Merz was trying to seperate the crew, she might alert those inside. She might even come after him herself. If she has a gun palmed in her suit, she could really ruin his day then patch up the hole with all those slap patches she brought. "Never go out without them", she said... Yeah, not when yer plannin' on icing us.
JAYNE
"Jayne to River", he calls out as he finishes his climb to the top of the ship. "Jayne to River, If'n you can hear me, yer in real danger of the I-ain't-kidding variety. Keep away from Thorne and Rowan, but tell the cap'n that they're takin' over the ship."
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Rowan’s Move
LOCATION - GALLEY
BOOK (with a chuckle) "Shepherding people is part of the job description."
As he starts drying the pans and putting them away, Rowan breathes a small sigh of contentment. Nothing more charming to a woman than a man who isn't afraid to touch freshly clean dishes. She figures there might even be a special level of heaven that those deserving fellas end up in, but she still has to find confirmation on that point.
Listening to Book speak, she hands off the next pan.
BOOK: "I don't doubt your ability to take care of yourself…but the verse takes everyone eventually, whether by accident or design."
FLASHBACK:
He was irritated about something that came with his mother's weekly wave that morning. Stomping around their apartment like a bull, snapping at everyone, and generally in a cranky mood.
When he turned and said something snippy to her about her turnaround time for the next Revolution broadcast, all she had to do was give him the withering stare. He stopped and blinked once, then rolled his eyes. Standing with his hands on his hips, he stared at the floor for a full minute before he looked up with an apologetic gaze.
"Care to enlighten me?" she asked. "What has the rat-lady done this time?"
He shook his head in a helpless gesture and took a long, deep breath. "It is not what she has done. It is what she does not do. She still refuses to recognize our relationship--insists it is temporary, referring to you as my 'passing fling'."
She giggled--couldn't help it, really. It could be the way it sounded, or but more likely it was picturing his perfect high society old money mother saying those two words that did it. And then once she started, she couldn't stop. Plus, he looked so cute when he was pouty.
"I would not consider this funny," he said.
"Oh I know," she replied. "Your mother just makes me laugh with her old-world ideals. You'd think she'd be happy you married a girl with ancient earth bloodlines, never mind that Dad's stock went through the roof when Azure Station opened. I thought she might have noticed that by now."
It made him stop and think for a moment. "So I should just ignore her and stop wishing the 'verse will swallow her whole?"
"I wish you would." Standing, she put the system on hold before going to him and pressed close as his arms folded around her automatically. "You have bigger things to concern yourself with now than whether or not your mother approves of anything you do. Besides, I thought you gave up on that years ago."
He smiled warmly at her, his eyes roaming her face and focusing on her lips. "I suppose it is impossible to wish everyone to regard you as highly as I do."
She snorted at that. "I'm not sleeping with everyone else, am I?"
He grazed his mouth over hers as he pressed the length of her against him. He was warm, solid muscle, unyielding and oh so inviting. His hands slipped inside her jacket, still teasing her with his mouth. Robert had been walking on them like that a lot lately. She half expected him to now.
"If you married me," he whispered, "Then at least she would have to stop calling you a passing fling."
She smiled against him, disinclined to pull away at that moment, or ever again. "So I'd just be a fling?"
She loved his laughter, ever amazed how such a little-boy sound could erupt from such a stern-looking grown man.
END FLASHBACK
She closed her eyes and winced at the ache in her chest, biting her lips together to hold back the gasp. Fully aware the Shepherd had just seen the whole thing, she cracked one eye open at him and saw his look of concern. She managed to swallow back the lump in her throat, but couldn't quite get the roughness out of her voice before she spoke.
ROWAN (nodding): "That it does, Shepherd."
EOM
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OOC: Edited a couple times but it's done now
Damon's turn:
LOCATION - THE BLACK
Damon reaches over and pulls a couple tools from Merz's belt, holding them firmly in one hand as he pulls himself down to the base of the cannon. His work is interrupted by a gasp from Jayne who suddenly cuts his com for a moment.
"What's wrong, Jayne?"
JAYNE: "I'm headin' in to check on Wash."
Damon frowns as Jayne turns to go back inside, but decides that he might as well keep working. He finishes with the first tool and, forgetting about his helmet, smacks the glass with the tool trying to put it between his teeth. He blinks, shakes his head and returns to work. After a few more minutes of tinkering, the cannon powers down.
"There."
He releases the tools to be pulled in by Merz's belt and stands up.
"You ready to put the cover on?"
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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