GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 19

POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Thursday, August 19, 2004 18:38
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SQUEE

Friday, August 6, 2004 8:45 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY to INFIRMARY

Resisting the urge to first check on his possessions, Damon turns to head for the infirmery. He slows when he spots the rails and tools on the cargo bay floor. Apparently his space walk made him forget about his previous task. He glances around for Jayne but once again the man is not in sight.

Looks like it can wait.

He steps over the equipment and heads for the infirmery. A few Rapiheal patches find their way into a pocket along with a clean rag. He moves through drawers and cabinets for some disinfectant and stops short when he comes across some medical tools in a drawer.

He frowns, puzzeled by the sudden deja vu with an unsettling negitive vibe. He turns, still eyeing the scalpel for a moment before closing the drawer. Strange... Quickly shaking it off, he finds the disinfectant and heads for the door. The severed hand cuffs on the counter catch his eye, still sitting there from when Book took them off him. He grabs them on his way out, gives the drawer another quizical look and then makes his way up to his room.

On the way up the stairs he calls to Merz: "Hey, Merz, if Jayne asks for me, tell him I'm in the shuttle."

He closes the door behind him and drops the cuffs and bottle of disinfectant on the bed. Reaching into his pockets his pulls out the patches, cloth, his pocket knife and... a bottle of pills? He looks down at the small bottle. No lable or anything.

What the diyu is this and how the diyu did it get in my pocket?

He opens it and sniffs the contents but doesn't get anything conclusive. Knowing better than to do anything more with them, he closes the bottle and drops it on the bed to be ignored or dealt with later.

He reaches under the bed and pulls out his bag. After confirming that everything is still accounted for, specifically his money, he pulls off his shirt and sits down on the bed to look at his injuries.

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

CHANNAIN

Saturday, August 7, 2004 6:23 PM

OOC: I think we've all been doing dishes long enough. Rowan's hands are getting pruney.

Rowan's Move
LOCATION: Galley

BOOK: "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."

An insight is it? Glancing over at the girl, Rowan watches her smile shyly and thinks the Shepherd has a bit of insight to his own credit. Handy thing for a preacher to have.

BOOK: "As to the other, I think I'll surprise you."

Rowan looks at him and smiles. He's a handsome fella, distinguished is the word for someone of his years, but there's a charm to him as well. It gives cause to speculate on what manner of man he was before putting that collar on. Some men are said to be born to be men of God, but in her experience not a one ever starts out that way. As for Book, she could see him in a gentleman's finery, or a soldier's buttoned down uniform. Could go either way.

ROWAN: "All right then, Shepherd. I'll keep my eye out for you."

Voices in the corridor advent the arrival of Wash who walks in with a companionable grin. Moving into the kitchen, he complements her again on the dinner, to which she gives him an equally appreciative nod. He nabs a Blue Sun Pro Grade Protein bar--aka "wrapped crap"--and moves on to open the refrigerator to grab a can of Blue Sun Lemon flavored carbonated hydrogen oxygen compound #4--better known in some parts as "yellow swill"--before heading out toward the engine room. Rowan frowns after him, appalled that he would consider bringing Blue Sun food stuffs to Kaylee. She could have sworn they were friends, after all. Isn't that just like a man?

Shaking her head, she makes a note to put a plate together for the girl as they finish up the evenings dishes. Water and soap swirl away into the ship's reclamation unit, to be cleaned and reprocessed accordingly. Drying her hands and she notes the redness of her skin, and attributes it to the gorram Blue Sun detergent that could melt the finish off her titanium cue stick. Suddenly she wishes she had more of her mother's special skin cream, but her supply of that ran out ages ago.

EOM

OOC: To be continued as a post to SJ. it was getting a bit lengthy, as it always does when I'm gone too long.

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

CHANNAIN

Saturday, August 7, 2004 6:24 PM

Rowan's Move
LOCATION: Galley

The Shepherd's agreeing smile is truly a thing to behold as he hands her the freshly dried plate he just finished. Pulling the leftovers out, Rowan just has the cover removed when Jayne walks in, looking somewhat sheepish.

JAYNE: "Hey."

ROWAN (smiling): "Hey, shuai nan hai. Back from the black in one piece?"

And still a delicious looking piece. Tall, broad and ready for anything.

FLASHBACK
It was getting harder to pay attention to her work, with him around all the time. Easy on the eyes, he moved like an artisan, which she learned was natural for someone who had as much interest in the martial arts as he did. He smelled good too, and as always, there was that voice and that smile that he flashed oh so sparingly.

There was no weakness at all about him; that much she knew. He was too confident for it to be otherwise. Always keeping his strength hidden, using only a few words to vocalize large ideas.

What would his kiss taste like?

"Having trouble with my writing?"

She jumped a bit, realizing he was standing right beside her. He had been talking with Robert about something. Robert was the flamboyant one, the outspoken one, the one who would shoot first and question later. She couldn't help wondering how two men so very different in temperament could be such close friends.

"Um. No." Nervously, she shuffled papers that didn't need shuffling and set them back on the copy stand. His handwriting was actually flawless, each character perfectly executed to show off his years of formal training. "I just...I got distracted for a second, I guess. It's been a long day."

"Hm. I thought maybe this one was the problem." He reached past her to point out the character, his arm passing right over the keyboard and throwing his scent right up into her senses.

Closing her eyes to taking a long breath of it, Rowan gave up. She'd always sworn never to get involved with anyone she worked with. Then again, she never met anyone like him either. "Tianna, wenqilai hen haowen."

She turned her head to him before she opened her eyes and saw him staring down at her. He looked puzzled and even a little shocked, indicating his extreme level of surprise that she was attracted to him. Letting her lips curve into a smile, she didn't turn her gaze away, and saw amazement dawn in his eyes.

END FLASHBACK

Rowan winced when the pain hit her head harder this time and swore inwardly at that doctor. She could have taken care of the wound herself, after all. Just letting him do whatever he wanted probably hadn't been the wisest course, in hindsight. Then again, she was pretty out of it, and pretty damn tired. Wouldn't have been a good idea to go poking around her own eye when her perception wasn't that steady, particularly this close to the tournament. Damned if she did, damned if she didn't. Same song, same verse, over and over and over again. When in the name of heaven, hell and the 'verse itself was it going to stop?

ROWAN (to Jayne): "Didn't see you eat much before. Hungry?"

EOM

shuai nan hai - pretty boy
Tianna, wenqilai hen haowen - God, you smell nice.

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

MERCEDESTROY

Monday, August 9, 2004 12:42 PM

MERZ move

LOCATION - CARGO BAY

DAMON
Hey, Merz, if Jayne asks for me, tell him I'm in the shuttle.

Roger, DAMON. MERZ says absently. Her thoughts are chaos, once again overwhelmed by the conflict between what she is, and what she would be. Learning to fight is a far sight easier than learning to feel. Fighting she understands.

She loads up the bar with all the weights she can find, and settles herself on the bench. Yeah, there may be other things to do, but DAMON needs a bit of rest and JAYNE has vanished. If she stays here and works out, when he comes back she can assist him with the rails – whatever they are doing with them.

For this moment, going to take a breather, and just exercise. Going from a life that is all training, to one that is all confusion is so … well she just does not know. Just going to take a few minutes off and … not think. (Or at least not think so much).

She starts lifting, one, two, three ….

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

SAINT JAYNE

Monday, August 9, 2004 4:59 PM

Jayne's turn:
LOCATION - GALLEY

Jayne's confusion and thoughtfulness intermingle on his face, making him look like he is either annoyed or moping.

ROWAN
"Hey, shuai nan hai. Back from the black in one piece?"

Jayne stops abruptly and looks at Rowan's smiling face with wide eyes. She looks sincere enough. Jayne was about to spit back, "surprised?" but decides instead to bite his tongue. But what to say?

JAYNE
"Yeah, I had a problem with m' suit. Couldn't go back out right away. Wash was messin' around. We oughta lock him in the bridge so's he doesn't keep wanderin' on the ship." Jayne spit out each sentence in turn, and realizing it didn't make much sense by itself, followed up with another. Finally happy with his explanation, he turns to a cupboard on the side of the pantry. "Pardon me, Shepherd."

After a pause, Rowan speaks again.

ROWAN
"Didn't see you eat much before. Hungry?"

JAYNE
"I ate plenty", Jayne mutters thoughtlessly, pulling a handful of vita-paks and protein bars out from two cupboard units. Hey, try thinkin' before you yammer', he chastizes. "But all that running around builds up a hunger." As if in agreement, a miserable wail arises from Jayne's stomach.

CAPNRAHN

Monday, August 9, 2004 6:13 PM

LOCATION - UPPER TRANSVERSE CATWALK
As ...

Mal leans on the rail and looks down on the cargo bay. Out of the corner of his eye he notices Thorne step back into the shadow of the port shuttle hatch. Mal sighs and puts a boot up on the rail as well.

'Let the gilded* flannel mouth* play his superspy games. Types like that always seemed to end up shufflin' off the in hardest way.' Mal muses to himself. Feeling a little more in control he says to no-one in particular.

"He can wait."

Mal settles his elbows down on the top rail and lets his eyes unfocus. He lets the sounds, smells and vibration of Serenity quiet the insanely spinning carousel of thought and raw emotion. After it settles down, he begins to think over the past few days.

Mal knows hasn't been acting like himself for those several days. The last encounter with Inara proved that. Mal knows he has thrown a rein on calling or even inferring that Inara is a whore. He should not have let it slip -- no matter the perceived provocation. She never deserved that title.

A sudden change in ambient sound alerts Mal to the opening of the airlock inner door. Without glancing towards Thorne's hiding place, Mal turns back towards Inara's shuttle and with only a tiny hesitation, moves forward. At the intersection, he turns left and heads up the gangway to the forward passage -- he is heading for his bunk. Unconsciously, he avoids anyone else on his way.

EOM

*gilded: Gold plated, considered cheap.
*flannel mouth: An overly smooth or fancy talker, especially politicians or salesmen. "I swear that man is a flannel-mouthed liar."

"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"

MERCEDESTROY

Tuesday, August 10, 2004 12:15 AM

KAYLEE’s’ move

LOCATION - ENGINE ROOM – PORT SIDE THRUSTER POD ACCESS

Even with a snack in one hand, it is a simple matter to tighten the loose fitting, and check to make sure the rest are tight. Once all is ship-shape KAYLEE carefully bends the access plate back and locks it down. Won’t have to bang it, next time, she thinks to herself. Now, time for the other side.

She drains the can of drink while crossing over, and accessing the interior of the starboard thruster. This one sounds good and looks better. Most of the strain must have been on the other side. Best tell WASH to alternate directions, to avoid over-straining one thruster on the next Ivan. As if he’d listen.

Now for the one she dreads. KAYLEE gets into her supply locker, and digs around setting necessary supplies out, muttering spool of 10-gauge wire, spool of 14-gauge wire, spool of 18-gauge wire, why can’t they build these things with only one gauge wire? Where is my spool of 16-gauge wire, just in case? There she is. Gathering a double armful of wires, tools and clamps, she approaches the gravity generator with less than complete eagerness. Tricky, very tricky.

Once inside, the main generator looks flawless – and should. KAYLEE is careful with this. However the wiring on the secondaries and boosters looks a bit tatty, and some of the connections require some fresh solder. She shunts around the secondary, leaving the booster in place for now (just in case), and starts the re-wiring job.

Deep in the recesses of her mind, odd thoughts come and go; strange impressions lurk. But here she sits, smudges on her cheeks, at one with Serenity, letting the strangeness be.

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

DIREKTORSSMEAGELLE

Tuesday, August 10, 2004 1:18 AM

WASH move

KAYLEE
… I’ll have our girl all ship shape before you go shakin’ us around.

WASH watches her walk away, lemonade dropped carelessly into a pocket, opening the Protein bar. If that’s what she wants to eat, well, won’t stop her. But I may fix ‘er up some leftovers, later.

Time to go back to work he thinks, and turns. Even as he meanders his way back to the bridge, he is back to his mental maneuvering. Once seated again, before his contour map, someone close to him would be able to hear him muttering left, left, left, HARD left, up, right, …

EOM

RAVENWHYTEWING

Tuesday, August 10, 2004 5:07 AM

Slights move (so good to be back):

Slight finally comes to. He's been daydreaming far too long.
He rises from the seat on the catwalk. Suddenly, the cold wind blows past his shoulder, and he can feel it. . .somethings wrong. . .

You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.

MANIACNUMBERONE

Tuesday, August 10, 2004 11:37 PM

Book's Move
Location: Galley to Book's quarters

"I wouldn't be surprised if I passed your notice completely." Book says enigmatically. Drying off his hands after handling dishes, he takes note of the newly aqcuired familiarity between Jayne and Rowan. wouldn't marvel if Jayne showed up at the game too. He thinks as he sets down the towel and starts to make his way to the rear galley doorway. "Please excuse me. I have something I need to attend to."

As he leaves the galley, Book thinks about the time. I should have been contacted by now. I don't want to contact them again. Down the aft stairs, stopping for a moment at the bottom to glance into the infirmary. So long since Simon was there to look at and converse with. Sighing, he continues through the common area into his room and closes the door. He walks to a closeted area and removes his large trunk. Sliding it out of the closet and across the floor, he hefts the mainly empty chest onto his bed, unlocks it and looks inside. Empty... good. Reaching into the chest, he removes a hidden panel in the bottom and stares numbly at the container within.

EM

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