GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 19
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Thursday, August 19, 2004 18:38
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION: Galley
BOOK: "I wouldn't be surprised if I passed your notice completely."
Even without that collar, he would be a hard fella to miss. Rowan has to admit to a measure of intrigue, though. Should be interesting to see what happens. As the Shepherd leaves, Rowan checks on Jayne out of the corner of her eye. She figures he must have some manner of addiction to the Blue Sun fare he keeps pulling out from everywhere. She's heard one or two theories in her day, about how chemicals are mixed up with the various products--narcotics that encourage the consumer to come sailing back for more. Could be some truth to that nonsense too, if Jayne's anything to go by.
Despite his insistence that he ate plenty, when Jayne's stomach gives a mighty roar that could have been heard down in the engine room, Rowan just shakes her head as she covers the chicken again and puts it back into the refrigeration unit.
ROWAN: "Sounds like you and your stomach might be having a difference of opinion on that. Suit yourself. There's plenty left over."
Turning back, she takes two plates of sesame chicken-ized protein with white rice into the neutrowave, one for herself and one for Kaylee. After setting it up for a three-minute cycle, Rowan takes a long, exaggerated breath, well aware how it has the effect of bringing attention to her breasts, as the rich aroma begins to permeate the kitchen again.
Looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she challenges Jayne's resolve.
ROWAN: "Big fella like you must have an awfully hearty...appetite."
EOM
We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
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MERZ move
LOCATION - CARGO BAY – JAYNE’s WEIGHT BENCH
MERZ
… sixty-two, sixty-three, sixty-four, sixty-five, sixty-six …
EOM
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION: Galley
The way he's looking at her, how his eyes perform that slow blink motion of a male caught off his guard, Rowan can't quite tell if he's taking her seriously or not. Reynolds certainly has unusual criteria for picking his crewmen. Seems like every captain has a teensy little blind spot when it comes to that. Big? Check. Tough? Check. Got Weapons? Check. Weapons knowledge? Check. Smarts? Well, maybe not so much.
The neutrowave squeals cheerfully and Rowan takes a pair of hot pads to pull both plates out. Setting them on the counter, she moves to the drawer where the chopsticks are kept - closer to Jayne - and selects two sets of stainless steel. Angling her gaze at Jayne, she gives him a demure look before going back to pick up a couple of cloth napkins - brown, naturally - and takes both plates with her as she moves out of the galley, she calls over her shoulder.
ROWAN: "I'll be back for that cue stick. If it goes missing, I'll know where to find it."
She climbs the steps and heads down the hall to the engine room.
EOM
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Jayne's turn:
LOCATION - GALLEY
ROWAN
"Sounds like you and your stomach might be having a difference of opinion on that. Suit yourself. There's plenty left over."
JAYNE
"Hey, this don't mean I don't like yer cookin'." Jayne is still sorting things through in his head. Suddenly an old adage pops into mind: Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. But what is Rowan?
Jayne pockets a half dozen small packets. He keeps watching Rowan. Maybe this is what he should be doing. Spending time with her. Watching her.
ROWAN
Looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she challenges Jayne's resolve.
"Big fella like you must have an awfully hearty...appetite."
Was that a...? Is she flirting again? Jayne's eyes snap to the dangling front of her shirt, then to her face. He brings up a sealed pack of vita-minis in one hand, engulfing the entire thing and squeezing to strain the muscles of his exposed arm. After a brief moment, the packet pops.
JAYNE
"You know it."
He leans back, holds the packet over his mouth, and lets the bonbons rain in. The neutrowave squeals cheerfully and Rowan takes a pair of hot pads to pull both plates out.
ROWAN
"I'll be back for that cue stick. If it goes missing, I'll know where to find it."
JAYNE
He shouts at Rowan's back as she moves away, "You don't need an excuse to come see me."
Information... information. Maybe some of the others have noticed something funny. Jayne give Rowan a minute to disappear, then makes his way to Book's room.
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MERZ move
LOCATION - CARGO BAY - JAYNE's WEIGHT BENCH
MERZ
... hundred-sixteen, hundred-seventeen, hundred-eighteen, hundred-ninteen, hundred-twenty ...
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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KAYLEE’s move
LOCATION - ENGINE ROOM
The grav secondary re-wire goes quickly and without any particular problem. Once finished with that, KAYLEE re-shunts around that, to tackle the booster system. This is the last fail-safe if the primary fails or the compensator secondary fails.
She starts going over this one, inch by inch, a careful examination of every juncture, join, wire and connection. Not trusting to a cursory glance, she brings out a magnifier and light arrangement and bends to her work. Gonna take a while, She thinks, but it’s not like I got anything more pressing to do today.
Finding a loose connection she wipes sweat out of her eyes, reaches for her soldering iron, and bends once again to her job.
EOM
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Wash's Move:
Location - Bridge
(Wash is sitting at the helm, staring at the contour map of New Hokkiado's moon... in a weak voice, some naviagation terminology is heard...):
"Right, left, slow left, dip down right, hard left, wall... ok, again... Right, left, slow left..."
(OOC): Using a friend's machine... 
Decoy, they make me go first.
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION- SPARE SHUTTLE
Damon sits shirtless on his bed and carefully removes the bandages on his gut and arm. He is surprised to find that his arm wound is almost completely healed and his stitched gut is not far behind. Another day or two and he should be stitch free.
After dropping his pants and removing the patch on his leg wound- which is also well on it's way to being good as new- he soaks his rag in disinfectant and cleans all three wounds. Once satisfied, he patches them up again and redresses. Despite the fact that he's never needed to worry about tending wounds- or really given the chance to- he's quickly learning that taking a couple short breaks in the day is well worth the time.
He gathers up the used bandages and empty wrappers, disposing of them in the trash receptacle and returns to the bed. Handcuffs get dropped in his bag for future dismantling and inspection, his pocket knife and bottle of pills are returned to his pocket, his bag goes back under the bad and the rag and disinfectant are gathered in a hand to be returned to the infirmery.
He takes one last look around and heads out of the room.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION: Galley
ooc: whoops, no, wait. Been in the galley so long... let's see... ah!
LOCATION - BACK HALL en route to LOCATION - ENGINE ROOM
ooc: Pretty colors!
JAYNE: He shouts at Rowan's back as she moves away, "You don't need an excuse to come see me."
Not the most charming of invitations, still an invitation all the same. And if charm was what she was after, she certainly wouldn't be looking to Jayne for it. Promising herself to make good on it - and inspect those muscles of his more throughly - she steps inside the engine room. She's about to announce her presence when she hears absent-minded humming coming from the rear of the engine. The girl's hard at work, it seems. Likely getting some fine tuning done before the captain's grand plan goes into action.
ROWAN: "Kaylee? I don't mean to interrupt, but I brought some dinner. Figured you'd need something to take the taste of those protein bars away. I'll just leave it here by the door. Keyi?"
Crouching down, she puts the plate on the deck near the hammock and drapes the napkin over it before she straightens.
ROWAN: "You ever need anything, gimme a shout."
EOM
Keyi - "Okay", from my Oxford Chinese dictionary
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MERZ move
LOCATION - CARGO BAY -JAYNE’s WEIGHT BENCH
… two hundred seventy-eight, two hundred seventy-nine, two hundred eighty, two hundred eighty-one, two hundred eighty-two …
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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