GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 19
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Thursday, August 19, 2004 18:38
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Inara's turn
Inara jerks the curtain down separating her from Malcom's retreating back. She folds her arms tight under her breasts and leans against the wall, tears pricking the corners of her eyes... "So, you got a Whor ..." echoes in her head...over and over and over...but beyond the din, She hears a hard exhalation of breath, and a loud pop--followed by a string of murmured syllables. She almost turns to lift the curtain, to face him again, to say the things she knows she should...but as her hand begins to traverse the long distance between her side and the curtain, she hears the soft click of the door being gently shut, and her lips begin to tremble.
Inara puts both palms flat on her cheeks, and presses her fingertips into her damp lashes....her breath comes in hitching gasps, and she battles the need to sob. Inara straightens after a moment, dark rivulets running down her cheeks, and black smudges on her fingertips. She checks her timepiece....he'll be here soon. She removes her enamelled basin from the cupboard, fills it, and disrobes. Lighting three candles in a small holder on her table, Inara kneels before it, and begins to bathe. Slow, sure strokes of the sponge, the soft scent of flowers and spice....
END Inara's turn
Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss
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KAYLEE’s move
LOCATION - ENGINE ROOM
Tools in hand, KAYLEE halts herself.
KAYLEE
Won’t do to go digging into that afterburner all powered up. WASH would take it as a kindness if I let him know I am taking her offline.
She moves purposefully over to the comm station, and mashes down the control to the bridge.
KAYLEE
WASH, I am gonna take a look at that port afterburner. Prolly shook somethin’ loose durin’ the Ivan. Matter of fact, gonna offline both burners and have a look-see. I’ll let you know when I power up again. Ya need em before then, gimme a call. She turns away from the comm and then turns back. Oh, and could’ya send someone down here with some lemonade and a protein bar. I need to work on this, but feelin’ a bit peckish. Thanks.
She powers the burners off soon as she breaks comm, and heads back to open up the left side afterburner. Must have bent a little, she has to apply a little percussive maintenance to get the access hatch off. Once open, she digs in, looking for the problem.
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Wash's Move:
Location - Bridge to Location - Front Hall to Location - Galley to Location - Catwalks
(Wash knows he might be in trouble, as dinner is now mostly off of the helm console, and floor… just a little bit of sauce must have leaked down into the console. Maybe Kaylee could help him clean the inside of the console… Just then):
(Over the comm. from Kaylee): ”WASH, I am gonna take a look at that port afterburner. Prolly shook somethin’ loose durin’ the Ivan. Matter of fact, gonna offline both burners and have a look-see. I’ll let you know when I power up again. Ya need em before then, gimme a call…. Oh, and could’ya send someone down here with some lemonade and a protein bar. I need to work on this, but feelin’ a bit peckish. Thanks.”
(Wash powers down the helm, and then turns off the bridge lights, as they are just about the only thing left powered on… He turns and steps out of the bridge hatch, and there lurking towards the bridge is a fully armed Jayne. Wash says): “I’ve powered down the bridge, so don’t go in there, oh, and by the way, Merz called in, and you don’t have to go back outside, ok.” Wash walks away, and goes to the galley, leaving Jayne by the bridge.)
(In the galley, Wash scrounges up a Blue Sun Pro Grade Protein bar and a can of Blue Sun Lemon flavored carbonated hydrogen-oxygen compound #4, and then as Rowan, Book, and River are all at the sink, washing dishes, tells Rowan that the food was great, nods friendly to Book and River, leaves the Galley, and trots down the stairs to the Cargo Bay, and spots Mal. He says to Mal): “Just taking our lady engineer a small offering so she can bless the port engine so we can have totally perfect run tomorrow. I’ve got everything powered down on the bridge… you know, you don’t look so good, maybe you need to park it, and relax for a while… go find Jayne and work out or something, ok?” Maybe you could carry the other half of his arsenal, and work up some sweat, ok.” (He ducks down into the small hatchway that accesses the port thruster wing, and calls for “Lady Serenity”)
(In Jubil Early’s slowly spinning, derelict one-man scout ship, the power is still on, as seen from the large clear front windows, a headshot of River is still laying on the console, and a small digital display shining thru it reads: 17:09 AMT (05:05pm)
- EOM -
Decoy, they make me go first.
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Jayne's turn:
LOCATION - FORE PASSAGE
Various taps and clicks are heard from the bridge. There's someone in there. Jayne prowls forward, ready to spring like a cat on the hunt. Suddenly the lights go out ahead of him; the noises stop; footsteps approach. Jayne clenches the pistol in front of him, his free hand edging towards his belt for whatever backup weaponry he might need.
Wash turns and steps out of the bridge hatch, and there lurking towards the bridge is a fully armed Jayne.
WASH
"I've powered down the bridge, so don’t go in there, oh, and by the way, Merz called in, and you don't have to go back outside, ok."
Jayne stands frozen, staring at Wash standing just in front of his psitol. He blinks twice as Wash walks past him and down to the galley, furrows his brow and glances left and right.
Gotta be some... somethin' left of Wash's brains here, Jayne tries to reason. There's nothing there on the floor where the grey matter had been sprayed 15 minutes earlier. Just that fading smell of charred meat. Don't make no... What'd I see? Maybe body snatchers vapourized Wash 'n took his place!. Jayne isn't even particularly impressed by that one.
Jayne leans up against the back wall of the bridge in the dark. What was happening to him? Maybe these things weren't really happening. Maybe no one was out to get him, and his imagination was just playing this elaborate hoax on him. Heh, that's just paranoid. Jayne shakes the crazy out of his head and heads back to his bunk.
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Merz move
LOCATION - MAIN AIRLOCK to LOCATION - CARGO BAY
DMON smiles a bit at her, but his mind appears to be on other things. MERZ gives him a bit of a lip twitch in return, but her thoughts are also pretty far away from the present. Cycling the lock takes little time, and they emerge back into the warmth and light of the ship.
MERZ wastes little time getting off the helmet and peeling the suit off. Being that much out of touch with her surroundings always gives her a prickly feeling between her shoulder blades, and she is glad to feel air on her bare arms again. She sniffs a bit, while checking that the air feed is turned off and hanging the suit back in its locker. Smells a bit like … burning dinner. Odd, it was already cooked, why scorch it? She shakes her head and leaves it alone – almost nothing these civilians do makes all that much sense to her.
There are people about, she can hear and smell them. But something DAMON said is giving her a new thought. Serenity may not be home; she has no home now, but she … feels … welcome here. A far cry from the ship she reached Hera in. The people around her are all safe?, friends? MERZ does not know, except that nothing makes her conscious of danger and that in and of itself, is a new and interesting situation.
She stretches, rolling her neck and arching her back, working out the tingles from returning to gravity. Turning to DAMON she speaks, still rather distracted and flat-voiced.
MERZ
Any ideas what next?
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - MAIN AIRLOCK to LOCATION - CARGO BAY
Damon follows Merz out of the air lock, feeling tired and heavy from the sudden return of gravity. The dull ache of his wounds also returns with a vengeance. He pulls off his helmet for some fresh air and sets it on a crate. Getting the suit off is easier than figuring out how to put it on and it's not long before he's watching Merz for how to fold it up.
Movement on the catwalks catches his attention and he looks up to see Thorne closing the door of the spare shuttle. His mind jumps to his stuff that's still stored under the bunk but after a few seconds he decides a rich guy like Thorne wouldn't be interested in his junk. A moment later, Mal comes out of Inara's shuttle looking... upset.
MERZ
Any ideas what next?
Merz's question brings his thoughts back to what needs to be done. "Uhh..." He sighs, running a hand through his hair and sets his suit back in it's locker. Next on his list was worrying about his gun and cortex access but for now taking a breather sounds like the best idea.
"Guess I should head for the infirmery for some clean bandage things... Rapiheal or something like that. If tomorrow gets interesting I'd prefer not to have to worry about tearing stitches." He gives a faint smile. "Just don't tell Rowan."
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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MERZ move
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
DAMON
Just don't tell Rowan.
don’t be silly MERZ thinks to herself, i will most certainly tell ROWAN if she needs to know, bhaai. didi will take care of you whether you choose it or not. didi will take care of all of you.
MERZ
Go ahead DAMON, and take care of yourself. If you require assistance, I am trained for such duties. She looks around the bay. I think, I have time for some … her eyes fall on the weight bench, training.
She moves slowly off, still deep in thought, leaving DAMON to go to the infirmary alone. If he takes more than 20 minutes, she can go check on him.
EOM
bhaai = little brother (Nepali)
didi = elder sister (Nepali)
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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KAYLEE’s move
She hears a voice calling down the access hatch, Lady Serenity?
He bring me that his own self? She thinks as she stands. Well, that was nice of him.
KAYLEE stretches a little and heads back up to the hatchway. WASH is standing there holding one of those nasty Blue Sun protein bars and a can of, well, call it lemonade. Beggars can’t be choosers and right now, she has work to do. This is enough; Serenity needs her.
KAYLEE
Thanks WASH, I appreciate it. You shook a fitting loose in the port thruster, easy enough to fix. I’m gonna check the other thruster and then give the artificial gravity generator a once and maybe twice over ‘for bedtime. I’ll have our girl all ship shape before you go shakin’ us around.
She takes the food and drink from WASH’s hand, and almost absently turns back to her work again, leaving him standing in the doorway.
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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HEXX'S TURN:
Hexx, having made it back to the room he's currently haunting, discards his soiled clothing and heads to the latrine to get cleaned up. Jumping into the shower, he begins to lather up.
"Dammit!", he shouts aloud. Coming across a multitude of abrasions to what look like bite marks and stab wounds on various parts on his body. Not having noticed being hurt until the hot water and soap made contact.
Jonas finishes his shower and as he dries off, retrieves a med kit from the Box. Sewing up the deeper cuts and suturing the rest takes care of the worst of his troubles. Still feeling out of sorts after his little excursion into "crazy-land", Hexx shoots up for good measure.
"Well, guess I could go for some fish and noodles right about now. I'll order out, low profile time for me." Nodding as though agreeing with an unseen presence occupying the room with him, Hexx calls up a boy to get him his edibles.
He then takes out his "pocket-watch" and dials the Bank for information on the last known whereabouts of the Tamms.
EOT.
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Jayne's turn:
LOCATION - GALLEY
Jayne looks more like himself now, stripped of his weapons and warfaring mentality. He walks down to the galley to see who's around. Maybe have a normal conversation with someone to help him piece together his scattered thoughts.
His stomach cries out in its usual, overly dramatic way. It had been a long time since breakfast, and those protein puffs only delayed the inevitable feeding frenzy that was to come.
Jayne steps into the galley and plainly says "hey" to those present.
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