GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 19

POSTED BY: CapnRahn
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SQUEE

Friday, July 30, 2004 4:53 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - THE BLACK

Damon follow's Merz's lead and lifts the cannon from the hull. He moves slowly to make sure he doesn't loose control of the big, weightless object.

He hears Wash over the com and Merz replies.

"Why weren't you at your post? and where's Jayne?"

Switching his com back to the suit frequency and looks at Merz. "You ready to move this thing?"

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

RAISTLYNNE

Friday, July 30, 2004 6:13 PM

HEXX'S TURN.

Having kept a close surveillance on the villa for a few days, Hexx is relatively confident of a successful recovery of Bank property, with the added bonus of getting out of the ordeal with his skin mostly intact.

The plan is to hit them at night. Tomorrow night to be precise. A frontal attack is out of the question. There is an old waste line coming out of the cellar of the place, probably doubled as an escape route for the previous unsavories that occupied the manse. Just big enough for me to squeeze into. Once inside the villa proper, waste the two ex-Alliance big hitters first. Then nail down the Troys with gas and motion-activated mini-mines. Perish the Traders with extreme prejudice being sure to recover the goods, ALL the goods, prior to their departure from this reality.

Now, here I have my dilemma. What to do with the Buyers? Do I negotiate a Transaction with them? Extract information? Say f--k it, and just make it quick and clean? Well, I guess "talking" to them couldn't hurt now could it? I'd better be sure to bring some of my "socializing" equipment.

Hexx proceeds to line up the tools and equipment needed for the foray. He then goes over the plan of attack in his head, rehearsing it over and over. He then goes over contingency plans in case all does not go well.

After all is made ready and Hexx has got his mind right, his thoughts drift to Eveningstar. Memories of their intimate moments push their way back to the surface. The feel of her soft, smooth skin, her flowing red hair intoxicating with the scent of roses. The look of rapture on her beautiful face as he brings her to a blissful satisfaction. The feeling of happiness he has when near her, watching her sleep in the darkness.

Hexx, in an almost semi-hypnotic lull while thinking of Sarah Eveningstar, fails to notice himself entering one of his psychotic episodes! Breaking out of his stupor, Hexx, with pounding heart and trembling hands fumbles for the the control pad to disable the self destruct device on the Black Box in order to get his meds in time to allay his ensuing episode. He finally gets his injector which is already loaded up with his dope and shoots a dose into his neck this time. He drops the injector and falls to the floor, curling into a ball, hands clutching his head, as he writhes in pain. A low moaning escapes his lips as his world unravels and spins out of control. Order and sanity are gone. Oblivion is the rule of the day now.

OOC:Hexx, too late in his response with the medication, and the point of no return having been reached, is now in the throes of a full-blown psychosis. Ultraviolence is the master of his soul now.

EOT.

MANIACNUMBERONE

Friday, July 30, 2004 10:22 PM

Book's Move
Galley

"I'm certain the doctor kept records regarding anything he gave you, he is quite meticulous. But as to whether you can access them... I don't know. Perhaps River could be of some help decoding her brother's files. She does have a special insight into his mind."
Looking down at his Shepherd's outfit for a moment, Book thinks of how best to disguise himself and smiles. "As to the other, I think I'll surprise you."

EM

MERCEDESTROY

Saturday, July 31, 2004 11:33 PM

MERZ move

LOCATION - THE BLACK

DAMON
You ready to move this thing?

MERZ
Yes.

They start forward slowly. The cannon is weightless here, and would not be a large burden for two people under weight, however it retains it’s mass and must be handled with a certain amount of care if they don’t want to crack or damage the disguise.

While working their way forward, MERZ keys in her comm again, still on multi-frequency channel.

MERZ
Wash, JAYNE has been away for some minutes now, and did say he was heading in to check on you – for reasons he did not specify. Have you seen him yet?

They move on while awaiting a reply. Reaching the point that MERZ wants to re-install the cannon, they locate a locking assembly identical to the one they removed it from, lower the cannon into place, and begin fastening it back into it’s new home.

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

MERCEDESTROY

Sunday, August 1, 2004 2:18 AM

Wash's Move
Location - Bridge

(Wash hears Merz's voice over the comm link, asking about Jayne...)
(Wash to Merz:) "I haven't heard from him, let me call him on the intercom... (click, click) Jayne, where the gorram are you, and why are you there, instead of where you gorram oughta." (Over the internal intercom and outside radio.)

Time is: On a watch somewhere, where it is supposed to be.

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

CAPNRAHN

Monday, August 2, 2004 6:27 PM

Inara & Mal's Move

LOCATION - Inara's Shuttle
Shortly after the Meeting in the Galley
As ...
Inara and Mal arrive at her shuttle--she graciously invites him in and prepares glasses and wine.

Mal settles himself into Inara's plush (and much-used as of late) couch and watches the woman flit about the cabin, arranging and rearranging, He notices she's intent on everything but him. Mal starts off abruptly after Inara reenters the room bearing a lacquered tray with a unique bottle and French Suzann croissant's.

"We always seem to have unfinished business between you and I," Mal quickly realizes his slip and tries to cover it. "But this is no the time to discuss that. What I need now," he winces slightly at the word 'need', "I would like to know yer assessment of our patron and the hitchers."

"I've only recently been able to observe them, Mal...they seem friendly, dangerous if crossed, all of them ... but friendly nonetheless. Rowan has in her a bright fire--it fuels her, keeps her ready and alert...but I can see it could consume her given the right kindling. Mercedes...she's as different from Rowan as night from ... is a calmness in that woman...an eerie silence that is more deafening and more frightening to me than any blaze," She shakes her and continues. "Damon is a lost child, but he seems to have a fearful dark shadow staining his soul. He must have been treated like garbage at a young age," Her voice tightens and quavers as she imagines the depredations that the child, that would grow up to be come Damon, had fell victim to. "That makes him both predictable and still not predictable. I'd advise we be careful with them all ... hold them close, and make it worthwhile for them to keep us close as well." Inara realizes that she is trying to sideslip the issue of Roosevelt. In an attempt to skirt this issue of him further, she pours the Sapporo wine and lightly and with a touch of sass says, "What has you so concerned about them, Mal? You didn't consult anyone when you let them stay aboard, has something new occurred?"

Mal frowns at Inara's shift to a light attitude, "I don't want ta sound like I am whinge'n on, but current events have got my reflux ... refluxin'," He stops with a middling grimace of pain looking akin to a heartburn attack. "I am just trying to make sense of this caper. First off we got this ancient old geezer of a Client sprayin' his testerostone around my boat like it was on sale - cheap," Inara visibly winces at this. Mal, caught up in his rant, is oblivious of her discomfort as he continues, "Our cargo and destination is not smellin right. Too widgy of a deal," Mal shakes his head in short negative arcs as he tries to sort out the conflicting evidence. After a second of this, he snaps out of it and elaborates further, "And we seemed to have found a buncha new friends in a very short time. Makes me paranoid that the heavy end of the hammer is gonna come down on our heads soon. I just got a real cold ball of worms nesting in my gut concern'n our ..." He glances over to Inara and quickly averts his eyes when he notices she is looking directly at him, " ... future."

Inara's nose wrinkles at bit at the "cold ball of worms" analogy--her tact has slipped a teense due to the wine ... she interrupts briefly. "You never could stand a good thing, could you, Mal? Give you a sunny day, a glass of wine, or a good woman ..." Inara flinches yet again, "... and you'll try to decide if there's rainclouds on the horizon, bugs in your glass, or deceit in your woman's ..." She decides she

SQUEE

Monday, August 2, 2004 6:28 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - THE BLACK

Damon fastens the last bolt into place and locks it down.

"There. We can tell Wash to tell Jayne that there's no point in him coming back out."

He releases the last of Merz's tools and looks down the front of Serenity at the black with another smile.

"So, any windows need washing while we're out here?"

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

MERCEDESTROY

Monday, August 2, 2004 11:39 PM

MERZ move

LOCATION - THE BLACK

DAMON fastens down the last bolt, and releases the tool, to reel itself back.

DAMON
There. We can tell Wash to tell Jayne that there's no point in him coming back out.

He takes a glance around with a contented look on his face, apparently just savoring the moment. So, any windows need washing while we're out here?

MERZ lets him alone with his enjoyment for a time, while gathering the leads for the gun, which need to be walked back to the input jacks. She grabs the wiring armor too, to unreel at the same time.

MERZ
WASH, let JAYNE know we are all but done here. If he has gone back inside, no need for him to trot back out. We can finish just fine on our own.

Before speaking again, she cuts Serenity out of the comm circuit. She starts back towards their starting point, trailing wires and such, letting DAMON amble amiably at her side.

MERZ
Engineers don’t wash windows, that is a job for Detailers. You are not ready to go back yet, are you? Still into the wonder of the black. She sighs, audibly this time. I don’t understand what you are feeling. I never did. I do not know that I ever will.

They reach the old location of the gun, and pause there to reset the tethers again, carefully coiling and reattaching the secondary tether once the primary is back in place. MERZ looks around like DAMON has been, for the first time since they came out.

MERZ
I saw this the first time when I was four years old. I was never taught it was wonderful or fun or beautiful. I was taught it was dangerous. I learned how to stay alive and how to move correctly. I would … like to be able to see it with your eyes. Just once.

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

SQUEE

Tuesday, August 3, 2004 12:17 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - THE BLACK

Damon takes a moment to think about Merz's word as he helps finish up.

"Maybe it takes 26 years of hope and anticipation. But the way I see it, out here is everything those other places aren't." He looks at Merz willing her to understand what he's trying to explain. "It's liberating cuz I know all the shit I left behind can't follow me out here. As soon as we step back into the ship, there's stuff to worry about but as long as we're here, nothing matters."

He hands her his coiled secondary tether and watches for a response.

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

MERCEDESTROY

Tuesday, August 3, 2004 12:58 AM

MERZ move

LOCATION - THE BLACK

MERZ considers his words carefully, very carefully. Once she has taken the tether he holds out to her, she stands unmoving, unspeaking, until DAMON shows signs of worry or impatience. Still she ponders his words, excluding all other input for the moment.

Finally she looks directly at his face, cold dead eyes boring into his. Her voice is flat and as cold as her eyes.

MERZ
What is liberty?

She fastens the tether he handed her onto her belt and once again moves off, to complete the installation. She does not look at him again.

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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