GR RP "Adventures in Gunrunning" ACT 21

Damon’s turn:
LOCATION - BRIDGE

Quote:

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KAYLEE
"Just set 'em in the Engine Room, thanks. I will put 'em up later."

(Wash points to the tool bag, and asks Damon): “Hand her the soldering iron, please…”

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Damon kneels down next to the toolbox and hands Kaylee the soldering iron and the spool of wire she’s reaching for. Knowing she’ll need some wire snips, he hands her those too.

“Need anything else from the engine room while I’m in there?”

He moves over to his pile of cleaning stuff and starts picking it up.



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

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KAYLEE’S move,

LOCATION - BRIDGE

DAMON reaches into her toolbox and fetches up the soldering iron and some other stuff she was needing. Mighty nice of him ta give her a hand. She plugs the iron in a handy socket and sets it down carefully away from any skin or other meltable items. She fetches the solder from her pocket where it had hidden.

DAMON
Need anything else from the engine room while I’m in there?

KAYLEE considers his question very carefully, while her hands continue to work on the console. Suddenly a thought hits her, something that came across her mind earlier, and was distracted clean away.

She stops what she is doing, and turns to face him. He has moved over to the cleaning supplies and is picking them up to put away.

KAYLEE
Ya know, I think I lied when I said there was nothin’ more to be done. But something got me thinking. Mr. Thorne says that conex is a little fragile to be slingin’ it about, and it’d be a bunch of effort emptying crates and re-packing that cargo.

She smiles brightly at Damon. We have some of those really long rubber bungee cords, as long as the bay is, ‘bout, say 60 feet or so. Kinda had a thought that half a dozen of those sorta braided together would make a nice brake for that box. Once it gets to the end and kinda stops before slinging back, cut the cords and it drops neat as ya please. See what I mean? But we need ta get it set up tonight. Are you game?

Oh and thanks for the clean-up in here, she motions towards the console. WASH turns a little pink himself, though not so much as the lightbulbs. It looks really good.

EOM



If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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Location: GyraFalcon
Time-not important.

The DeepRED detects that the strings have attached themselves, and plugged into the organs. Utilizing the power source, the DeepRED grinds these systems into action. Then it makes a horrible discovery-
These systems are in need of repair. Desperate need.
The DeepRED comes to another conclusion. There are limited supplies. The necessary componants are within this very ship. It sends 71 nanytes to scout for possible parts, and the needed supplies. The swarm lifts. As the it disperses, it resembles a cloud of smoke. . .or perhaps a soul, disappearing into the ether. . .

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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Rowan’s Move
LOCATION - INFIRMARY
Rowan and Merz Blended Post

ROWAN (inwardly): Aunty Merz?

Charmed, Rowan bites her lips to hold back the smile, not wanting Merz to feel embarrassed and curious as to where she would have heard such vernacular, especially in this particular context. Would Troys think of themselves as a family unit?

RIVER: Fa-Zhou Rowan, River Tam.

Hearing her last name, Rowan blinks in surprise, wondering if River just knows, or if Rowan might have let it slip. She can't recall giving it to Reynolds or mentioning it to anyone else. How long, she wonders, would it take for them to guess who her father is?

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.

Rowan frowns, watching Merz's meticulous examination with interest. So maybe the theories on Troy biotech is true?

ROWAN: "I could hook her up to the physio-analysis system. Wouldn't take but a minute."

MERZ looks at ROWAN, head tilted to one side. She raises up her left hand and forms a fist in front of her own eyes.

MERZ: "This equipment is a luxury I normally do not have. Machines can malfunction, can lie."

She slowly opens her hand and turns the palm toward ROWAN, turning her face toward her at the same time.

MERZ: "This I can trust above all things. Not perfect. Don't claim that. But a known quantity." She lowers her eyes and her hand. "I need that, right now."

Thinking of her own installation of the holo-billiards system in the galley, Rowan can heartily agree. There is something to be said for the comfort of situations and conditions that are wholly and completely understood.

ROWAN (softly): "shì...wánquán dŏng." She breathes a long sigh. "Well, you won't mind if I try to render a second opinion, will you? I should probably see if I remember how this system works."

Moving over to the controls, she pulls up the system, activates it and returns with two wireless electrodes. Looking at the two bits of metal and plastic in her hands, she glances at River and considers what bringing medical instruments close to the girl might do. One could only guess what may have been done to her in the Academy with the assistance of instruments similar to these. And they had just gotten her calmed down.

When River looks over, Rowan already has her hands behind her back, hiding the electrodes.

ROWAN: On second thought, why don't you be the diagnostician. I'll take notes."

EOM

shì...wánquán dong = yes...understand completely


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Malachi's Move
Location: so close, but yet so far.



Holding it up above his head and looking through it into the muted white light, Malachi flicks a bubble to the top of a syringe and squirts the excess fluid into the air. His nostrils widen slightly as he slides the needle into the vein on his arm. Book. Malachi's eye twiches in derision I will cause him to suffer if I don't find that card. The fool... letting it go.

Letting out a great breath, he releases the strap on his bicep and feels the drug rush through his system. His face and hands quickly turn a shade of blue, and for a few minutes euphoria overwhelms his senses. As the color fades from his skin, a signal light flashes and a voice in Chinese chimes emotionlessly from the comm speakers, "10 hours."


EM

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MERZ move

LOCATION - INFIRMARY

MERZ watches ROWAN reassess using the lab’s diagnostic equipment. By the time RIVER glances in her direction, ROWAN has already reconsidered.

ROWAN
On second thought, why don't you be the diagnostician. I'll take notes.

… good thought. too many reasons to leave that machine out of the equation …

MERZ
Examination shows some evidence of cranial intrusion in the past, but well healed and not of particular note at this time. If causing this distress, is beyond my ability to alleviate. No visible or hidden trauma detected other than the slight scrapes on her knees. Those I will clean now. Unable to find physical reason for her misery. I lack the … understanding … of … she trails off into silence. How to explain that she cannot understand how these civilians process thought enough to tell what is normal or abnormal for them? She and I do not really understand one another. I thought you might comprehend her better.

She approaches the cabinets and locates some swabs and disinfectant, and busies herself cleaning the shallow wounds on RIVER’s knees.

EOM



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River
LOCATION - INFIRMARY

River lies on the medical bed with Rowan on one side and Merz on the other. She seems to have completely tuned them out as she idely braids a small piece of her hair while staring up at the ceiling. Kaylee is better, Book is with Mal, Rowan is better, Damon isn't so worried. Things are almost back to where they are supposed to be. If only Simon were here...

"Nightmares are gone but they'll be back."



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

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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - BRIDGE

Quote:

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KAYLEE
Ya know, I think I lied when I said there was nothin’ more to be done. But something got me thinking. Mr. Thorne says that conex is a little fragile to be slingin’ it about, and it’d be a bunch of effort emptying crates and re-packing that cargo.

She smiles brightly at Damon. We have some of those really long rubber bungee cords, as long as the bay is, ‘bout, say 60 feet or so. Kinda had a thought that half a dozen of those sorta braided together would make a nice brake for that box. Once it gets to the end and kinda stops before slinging back, cut the cords and it drops neat as ya please. See what I mean? But we need ta get it set up tonight. Are you game?

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There is no end of work on this ship. Least I'm not dead weight or they wouldn't need me around.

Damon picks up the last of the cleaning supplies and stands up. Truth be told, he's glad to have work to keep him busy. Free time only lets his mind wander to where it oughtn't and it's not like he has anything better to be doing.

"Yeah, sure. I'll see what Jayne and Merz are up to."

Quote:

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KAYLEE
Oh and thanks for the clean-up in here, she motions towards the console. It looks really good.

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Damon smiles. Getting thanked and complimented for his work is still something he's getting used to. "Thanks, but next time I think we should make the mess makers do their own dirty work." He throws a smile at Wash and heads for the engine room.




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

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