GR RP "Adventures in Gunrunning" ACT 21
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Thursday, October 14, 2004 13:08
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JAYNE'S move
LOCATION – CARGO BAY
DAMON
"Kaylee's already a few steps ahead of you. She asked me to braid some bungee cords for the drop." Jayne scrunches up his face and mouthes the word "bungee?" "I think I might be needin some help though so lemme go find Merz."
Jayne just stares at Damon's back. Bungee cords? That wasn't what he was thinking at all. Did they even have any bungee cords? And if so, why weren't they set up around the cargo bay for fun yet speedy decent from the catwalk?
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Rowan’s Move
LOCATION - INFIRMARY
Merz "...if it is something I am trained to recognize, that would be sufficient. For anything complex or uncatagorized, I would want to use the equipment. Let's get a blood sample."
Damon takes another bite of his protein bar as he walks into the room and throws the wrapper in the garbage when he frees it from his pocket.
DAMON: "Jus stick a Rapiheal patch on it- I hear they work wonders."
Rowan raises an eyebrow at Damon's snide tone as her mouth curls into an affectionate smile.
ROWAN: "Smart ass. I suppose you're here to pester me about how come I haven't done that diagnostic yet, aren'tcha?"
Turning to Merz, she watches as the other woman moves to the cabinets. Taking into account the storage space of the average Firefly and habits of most medical personnel, Rowan makes an educated guess.
ROWAN: "Try the third drawer on your left. There's probably a blood kit in there."
OOC: Six more days. Just six more days. Reserving the right to edit for Chinese later. Dictionary's at home.
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - INFIRMARY
ROWAN: "Smart ass. I suppose you're here to pester me about how come I haven't done that diagnostic yet, aren'tcha?"
Damon shakes his head. "Naa, not my place to fuss about who does what. Though I hear Mal won't be happy if stuff's not finihsed."
He continues eating and looks over to Merz. "But work is why I'm hear. Kaylee asked me to braid some bungee cords for dropping the container and I thought maybe you could give me a hand if you weren't busy."
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MERZ move
LOCATION - INFIRMARY
She is glad that ROWAN decided to cooperate, would not have liked to force the issue. MERZ turned towards the cabinet to locate what she needs to take a blood sample. Behind her she hears someone enter the room.
DAMON
"Jus stick a Rapiheal patch on it - I hear they work wonders."
She smiles just a little bit at his words, he is trying to be helpful after all. She does not listen particularly to ROWAN's reply to DAMON, it is of no interest to her at this time, but is filed away in case need develops later. But ROWAN's suggestion as to where she might find what she seeks is heard and noted. Moving to the drawers, she does find the kit in the third drawer on the left.
She removes the kit from its drawer and turns back towards ROWAN. Glancing at the bed, she also notes RIVER has fallen asleep, and appears to be resting quietly. Good, she needs that.
ROWAN and DAMON have continued to converse for a bit before DAMON turns his attention back to MERZ. Through a mouthful of protein bar, he says, "... Kaylee asked me to braid some bungee cords for dropping the container and I thought maybe you could give me a hand if you weren't busy."
MERZ
Busy for a moment Damon, not for long. Happy to give you a hand in about 15 minutes. Where would you like me to meet you? I must finish here first.
She turns her whole attention back to ROWAN and begins laying out the necessary equipment to draw a blood sample. Once all is laid out and prepared she reaches for ROWAN's right arm. ROWAN places her right wrist in MERZ hand and relaxes for the procedure. MERZ positions ROWAN's arm in a comfortable position and ties off her arm above the elbow. After locating the vein with careful fingers and swabbing the target area on the inside of the elbow with antiseptic, she seats the needle and draws a single ampoule of blood. Deciding that will be sufficient, MERZ sets the sample carefully aside, removes the needle, cleanses the area again and places a cotton ball over the small wound. ROWAN, knowing the next step places a finger over the cotton, putting pressure on the area, and MERZ unties her arm.
I will run a full TOX scan on this, Rowan. Do you wish to wait?
EOM
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Rowan’s Move
LOCATION - INFIRMARY
DAMON: "Naa, not my place to fuss about who does what. Though I hear Mal won't be happy if stuff's not finished."
Rowan rolls her eyes briefly at that and raises her right hand to do a mock salute in the general direction of the captain’s quarters. Then she lowers it as Merz returns with the blood kid and takes one long breath to relax. Blood draws are nothing, generally--one quick stick, maybe two, depending on the skill of the person doing it. Considering the background of the person doing it now, Rowan figures the stick will be so precise, she won’t even feel it.
Turning her eyes from Merz so she won’t tense up in anticipation of the needle, she watches Damon continue eating the protein bar with more relish than the substance deserves. Her nose wrinkles of it’s own accord.
ROWAN: “You know that stuff is just low grade protein with Blue Sun supplements, right? Cardboard tastes better than that.”
MERZ: “Busy for a moment Damon, not for long. Happy to give you a hand in about 15 minutes. Where would you like me to meet you? I must finish here first.”
Feeling the tiniest prick after that, Rowan counts to ten before she looks down, just before Merz applies the cotton ball to the entry site. Ready for it, Rowan puts one finger over it to apply pressure as Merz unties the tourniquet.
MERZ: I will run a full TOX scan on this, Rowan. Do you wish to wait?
Rowan breathes a sigh and reaches for the small rapiheal patch herself. She manages to take the cotton ball away and swiftly apply the bandage one-handed. Funny the skills a girl could acquire.
ROWAN: “No, I’ll catch up with you later. I better get my little buns in gear and test out the cannon. Wouldn’t want the captain to have a kenipshen.”
Moving out, she nudges Damon’s shoulder playfully, just as he’s taking his last bite of the protein bar. When he scowls at her, she just smiles, winks and heads out.
Funny how the air seems different outside the infirmary. It’s that way on most ships--cold, sterile, antiseptic inside, warm and inviting outside--but on Serenity, it seems more intensified.
Heading up the auxiliary hall to the dorms, Rowan steps inside and is pleased to see everything in its place, as if no one had felt the need to further ransack her room in search of lipstick. She shakes her head, smiling at the absurdity of Jayne wearing the deep red shade she affectionately called “bitch stick.” If he wanted makeup tips, all he had to do was ask.
Giggling to herself over the image (“Uh, Miss Rowan, uh, y’got anything this side of mauve?”), Rowan grabs the source pad and ear piece and turns to head back out. The source-pad activates with a light touch to the power switch. Tucking the earpiece in place as she moves along, she remembers the message signal she received while she was in the galley and works her way through touch-screens to her personal message center.
EOM
END LOCATION: On her way to the bridge.
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - INFIRMARY
Quote:
ROWAN: “You know that stuff is just low grade protein with Blue Sun supplements, right? Cardboard tastes better than that.”
Damon shrugs and keeps eating as he leans against the wall next to the door. “It’s not as good as your cooking was for sure but it’s not so bad. Fills the stomach.”
Quote:
DAMON turns his attention back to MERZ. Through a mouthful of protein bar, he says, "... Kaylee asked me to braid some bungee cords for dropping the container and I thought maybe you could give me a hand if you weren't busy."
MERZ
Busy for a moment Damon, not for long. Happy to give you a hand in about 15 minutes. Where would you like me to meet you? I must finish here first.
Damon watches as Merz turns her attention back to her equipment, realizing for the first time that it’s intended for Rowan. Silly me for thinking the one on the med table was the one bein fixed. He swallows his food.
“No rush. I’ll be in the cargo bay either helpin Jayne or findin the cords.”
Merz nods and addresses Rowan.
Quote:
MERZ: I will run a full TOX scan on this, Rowan. Do you wish to wait?
ROWAN: “No, I’ll catch up with you later. I better get my little buns in gear and test out the cannon. Wouldn’t want the captain to have a kenipshen.”
Moving out, she nudges Damon’s shoulder playfully, just as he’s taking his last bite of the protein bar. When he scowls at her, she just smiles, winks and heads out.
Damon watches Rowan go, his muscles relaxing from the tightened state they instinctively jumped to on their own accord. It takes him a second to remember he still has food in his mouth and he swallows it after releasing his breath. He sighs and turns back to Merz, idly rubbing his wrist with the opposite hand.
“I don’t suppose you know how to braid do you?.”
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The DeepRED reviews all available protocols. Clearly, any methods of rejuvination will not be a viable course of action. As such, a repair matrix is out of the question. With such options, the DeepRED must depend on the biologic. It has its own repair protocols, juxtaposed with a survival instinct that outweighs any A.I. It begins to review.
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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MERZ move
LOCATION - INFIRMARY
ROWAN heads out of the door, after chiding DAMON on his snack choice. Means nothing to MERZ, who still regards eating as a necessity most of the time, and does not care what she eats. (Although that is changing under the influence of food that is lovingly prepared, if not precisely real.)
Observing DAMON reaction to ROWAN’s casual contact with him, MERZ realizes that his earlier reaction to her touch was not entirely a reaction to her specifically. …ah, he dislikes contact. a bit unusual, but not greatly so … She files it away in the database for further consideration.
DAMON
I don’t suppose you know how to braid do you?
MERZ just stared at him, perplexed. Did the fact that she had not re-braided her hair lead him to believe she could not do so? Interesting. She decides a simple response will be sufficient.
MERZ
Yes.
All the while, her hands keep up their motion, setting up the diagnostic equipment to test ROWAN’s blood sample. First step, to turn off the activated system and then relocate the wireless electrodes a distance away from her own position, and make sure they are also deactivated. She prepares a shallow, sterile glass dish with the decanted blood sample, leaving a very small sample still in the tube. Placing the dish in position, she turns the diagnostic device back on and proceeds to carefully program it with the proper parameters. It is clear that while she is able to perform this function, it is not done so as automatically as some things she has been observed doing. The machine begins to hum away, processing the sample.
She picks up the tube once again, contemplating the amount she left. With the equipment there, surely no more is needed. Does not matter. ROWAN is her saathi. She will get nothing less than MERZ best efforts. Decision made, she opens another drawer and removes a thin glass pipette from a sterile wrapper. She lowers it into the remaining blood sample and removes a couple of drops. These she carefully place upon her tongue.
EOM
saathi = friend (Nepali)
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Damon’s turn:
LOCATION - INFIRMARY
Merz works busily with the blood she just got from Rowan and Damon wonders for the second time since she started drawing it what’s wrong with Rowan. Again, he considers asking but again decides it’s none of his business.
MERZ
Yes.
Damon reddens a bit at Merz’s expression, feeling embarrassed at the question and stupid for having to ask. Everyone knows how to braid- it’s probably as easy as tying your shoe.
Merz goes back to her blood work and Damon tries to find an easy way to say what he needs to without making himself look like an idiot. After a moment, he comes to the conclusion that there isn’t any way around it.
“Well, um… you think you could teach me? cuz I’m all up for braidin cords but…”
Damon slows to a pause when he sees Merz put a couple drops of blood on her tongue. A brow disappears beneath his hair that’s almost long enough to get in his eyes. He tries to keep talking while his brain tries to figure out what the guay she’s doing- not that he has a problem with blood, he just can’t figure why someone would deliberately put someone else’s blood in her mouth.
“…I just don’t…” Screw it. “What are you doing?”
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MERZ move
LOCATION - INFIRMARY
DAMON
Well, um… you think you could teach me? cuz I’m all up for braidin' cords but… {pause}
MERZ mind is on other things, foremost being the sample in her mouth. She has closed her eyes and turned all of her analytical skills inward. She savors the sample, and lifts the tube with the remaining blood to her nostrils - scenting it and adding the results to her analysis.
…I just don’t… {pause} What are you doing?
MERZ snaps her eyes open. DAMON sounds very confused. Why? It is a normal enough procedure if diagnostic equipment is not available. And a good way to keep skills honed if it is.
MERZ
ROWAN requested some bloodwork. There are substances that test similar to that machine but leave different aftertaste. Just being thorough. To answer your question - yes, I can teach you to braid. Is there something else you require here?
MERZ dips the pipette once more and applies a couple more drops to her tongue. Closing her eyes once again, she returns her attention to the analysis, scent and taste.
EOM
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