GR RP "Adventures in Gunrunning" Act 20
POSTED BY: Channain
UPDATED: Wednesday, September 8, 2004 13:24
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The DeepRED, for lack of a better term, becomes concerned. It increases the shock time and intensity, and still it elicits no response. The DR has never had this much damage reported, and is unsure how to continue. Within several seconds, it calculates approximately 10,100 possibilities of rejuvination of the biologic. Still churning out newer, stronger nanytes, minutely more resistant to the EMP it suffered, it begins to construct veins within the biologics body, nanyte "strings" reaching into the biologics heart, lungs and nervous system. Feeling the body begin to decompose, it begins to produce various enzymes and other chemicals, necessary to sustain a functioning host.
Location: BSHQ
First Power Davis' Office.
Carlson Davis lets his eyes wander around the room, taking in his friend and colleagues office. He can still remember Hal when he was speaking to the top heads of the Core, as though he was beneath that fool Gareth. And today, he'd had Gareth almost literally on a leash. Gareth didn't read a book without Helsings say-so.
At least, he hadn't, Davis reflects. Now, With Gareth's son, Louis, completely under their thumb, he supposes he shall have to control Louis just as much. But what of the grand vision of Harold Helsing? The army of psychics, spread into the 'Verse?
Davis smiles as he activates the desk. He would help the 'Verse to realise that dream.
We can't all be heroes, since some of us have to sit at the curb and clap as they go by.
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Book's Move
Location: Mal's Room
Too much stress, not enough sleep. Does he only need a listening ear? He's seen men in this state before. Ready for confession. About to break down. Book makes a noise in his throat and twists his mouth to the side. "All the words you just said Captain... you forgot to say them out loud. I think I can help you, but you need to tell me how first."
Standing back up and moving to Mal's desk, Book picks up Damon's gun and clip again and slides the clip into the gun. Turning to look at Mal, Book gestures with the gun at the ship in general. "You have much on your mind. And you obviously haven't slept in far too long." Reaching down, Book opens a drawer and sets the gun inside. Perhaps he's not ready to talk yet. "Maybe you should put your thoughts away for a while, and rest."
Book raises his eyebrows and looks questioningly at Mal. "I'll have Inara bring you something for your head. She has quite a stockpile of soothing teas."
EM
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KAYLEE’s move
LOCATION - BRIDGE
WASH
Ok, boss lady … I'm already up here, doing what I'm supposed to be a doing … Dong Ma?
Um. Wonder what that’s spoze ta mean? Mentally shrugging, KAYLEE hefts the toolbox and makes her way forward to the bridge. There is a low murmur of voices from MAL’s dorm, but nothing she could make out, even if she cared to.
DAMON is still on the bridge, cloth in hand, carefully wiping the inside of the console top. Looks like he has done a pretty good job and had a real job to do too. There was more fei-oo in there than she would have thought. Well, maybe some of it was before WASH signed on …
KAYLEE
That looks much better, DAMON. I surely do appreciate the assist. I think that’s all you need do here for now.
Turns to Wash:
WASH, I inspected both thrusters, and re-wired the gravity compensation unit and boosters. Everything is back online and green-lighted so far as I can tell. Once we get you wired up and repaired we can run fresh diagnostics on the whole shebang so’s I got time to address anything Serenity don’t like.
Turns and smiles at ZOË
ZOË, can I borrow your man for a time so he can do penance for his transgressions?
Without waiting for a response from anyone, she reaches into the toolbox for a package of console lights/buttons and tosses them to WASH.
Well, get that open and get on over here. Time’s a wastin’.
EOM
fei-oo = Junk
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - BRIDGE
Quote:
KAYLEE
That looks much better, DAMON. I surely do appreciate the assist. I think that’s all you need do here for now.
Damon looks up at Kaylee but she has already turned to Wash. Damon's not used to leaving jobs unfinished but he's not going to argue about it. He's got other things to do.
He pulls off his gloves and stands up, stretching his back.
"Kaylee, where d'you want me to put this stuff?"
He motions to the cleaning supplies when he gets her attention.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Wash’s & Zoe’s move:
Location – Bridge
(Wash catches the package tossed by Kaylee; he opens it, and moves past Zoe and Damon… He winks to them both, and says to Kaylee): “The usual position then? Me on top?” (Wash spreads his legs wide, as Kaylee mimes a swift kick to Wash, and deftly slides under him and the Helm console. Wash finds a red bulb, and having popped out the first offensive dead bulb, drops it into place.)
(Zoe moves out of the way, and sits down at the abandoned Navigation console, saves the, the whatever Wash had been concentrating on, and starts up a practice gunnery program, just like the one that Merz had done previously, and so she begins to blast imaginary targets out of imaginary space.)
(Wash points to the tool bag, and asks Damon): “Hand her the soldering iron, please…”
(Wash digs back into the bag, looking for the next colored bulb to place.)
(To Kaylee): “Ok, now why did we go to pink alert, when I figured it was a red alertish type situation?”
Time is fluid, but can be frozen, chopped, shaved, flavored, and served to be consumed… but since it could have been measured out first: 17:45 AMT (05:45 pm). Oh, very good... Shiny! Grape!
EOM
Decoy, they make me go first.
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Blended Post, River and Merzedes
LOCATION - INFIRMARY
MERZ is still trying to lower RIVER onto the infirmary bed, but the girl is still upset and refusing to let go. Helpless, completely out of her element and badly confused, MERZ can only hold her as gently as she is capable of and wait for inspiration.
RIVER is still crying and speaking, to herself mostly. However one remark is clearly directed to and for ROWAN, although no answer to ROWAN’s question. RIVER reaches and carefully slides her fingers over the older woman’s injured face.
RIVER
Too much pain. Physical hurts emotionally. Emotion hurts physically. Minds are caught in the middle, afraid, trying to survive.
And immediately afterward turns back to MERZ, crying harder than ever and holding on for dear life. THIS IS NOT HOW IT ENDED!!!
MERZ trys comforting her again, making the same sh, sh, sh, noises that JAYNE had seemed to feel appropriate, and stroking her hair softly.
ROWAN
River, honey, I need you to tell me your full name.
RIVER slowly starts to calm down again, taking comfort in the voice and touch that doesn’t overwhelm her with more emotion and visions. Once again, MERZ carefully attempts to disengage her grip, and lower her fully onto the bed. Please lie down bahini and talk to ROWAN for a minute. Can you do that for Aunty MERZ?
RIVER gradually releases MERZ allowing her to put her down on the table. She looks back up at ROWAN. Fa-Zhou Rowan, River Tam. It sounds like an introduction.
Seeing RIVER focused on ROWAN at last, MERZ begins her examination of the girl. MERZ gazes carefully into her eyes and inhales deeply, catching her exhalations. Finding nothing particularly troubling, except for indications of the stress she is clearly under, MERZ moves on. Carefully and slowly, beginning with her head, she runs light fingers over RIVER’s skin; feeling for warm spots or other discontinuities, gently moving the joints, pressing lightly on various junctions and nerve bundles. It is a methodical and apparently long practiced analysis of her physical condition.
River suddenly giggles, a smile spreading on her face as she tries to push MERZ’ hands away from her. Tickling is cheating …
MERZ hesitates, moving her hands back. Tickling? What is that? Is she hurting the child?
EOM
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KAYLEE's move
LOCATION - BRIDGE
Already thinking mostly about the job in hand, KAYLEE nevertheless hears DAMON's question about the cleaning supplies.
KAYLEE
"Just set 'em in the Engine Room, thanks. I will put 'em up later."
She returns to her task, fumbling absently for a spool of wire that persists in being just slightly out of reach. Having not quite caught WASH's remark about the lighting, she does understand he has some comment about the color.
She smiles gently.
KAYLEE (to WASH)
"Yeah, I think pink is a much prettier and more restful color than red."
EOM
OOC {this is written at the office - will edit and clean-up later. But DECOY and SQUEE deserved not to be left up in the air. Debs
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