Virtual Firefly Book continues 3
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UPDATED: Monday, January 15, 2024 00:15
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*Brit stumbles into the infirmary with a painful scowl on her face, holding her head*
Something is utterly wrong here. There is a knife scraping against my cranium.
*Stops holding her head for a minute as she looks the other way, but then grabs her head in pain again with a scream*
WHERE THE 
IS THE CAPTAIN!?
*She begins to hit her head against the wall*
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"You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin' command here." - Jayne Cobb (Firefly)
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*When abbey awoke the next morning, she could see the sun shining through the broken roof from where she lay. It had been cold the night before but now she was feeling… comfortable… and warm... She was surprised that her neck wasn’t hurting. She seemed to have found something to prop her head up like a pillow. The dazed feeling when you wake up from a really good night’s sleep was beginning to fade and the past night’s events were coming back to her. She distinctly remembered sitting up against the wall next to Colt trying to sleep… She felt something stir behind her then the feeling of someone’s breath on the back of her neck and their body pressed closely behind her. It wasn’t until his arm had pulled her into a tighter embrace that it dawned on her what was going on. It was about the same time that Colt woke with a jolt and realized the same thing. They both jumped away from each other.*
Colt and abbey *in unison*: Eeeew!
*Their motion was so quick that they almost jerked each other’s shoulders out of joint. They rebounded back towards each other and smacked their heads together.*
Colt and abbey *in unison*: Owww!
*They sat as apart from each other as possible. Rubbing their tender foreheads.*
abbey: What did you think you were doing?
Colt: I didn’t do anything! I fell asleep against the wall.
abbey: So did I!
They sat there a little longer, glaring vehemently at each other.
Colt *changing the subject*: We’d best get moving.
abbey: I’d say that was an understatement.
They stand up and chunks of dried mud fall from their clothes. Both of their attire are stiff from filth. They took a whiff of the clothes. It smelled of manure.
Colt and abbey *in unison*: Yuck!
Colt *nervously*: We… we need to get out of these… clothes.
Abbey *raises eyebrow*: And how do you suppose we do that? I am not, repeat not, getting naked with you.
Colt *protesting*: Like I would want to…
abbey *all to quickly*: And why not? You have a problem with me?
Colt smiled at her. She realized what she had said and quickly turned to look around the shack. She changed the subject quickly.
abbey: What’s in these trunks?
Colt: Let’s look.
*They kneeled next to the first trunk and opened it. They were surprised to find that the trunk was well made and kept the contents inside in good shape. It was filled with women’s clothing.*
Colt: Guess we found the trunk for you. *Starts looking around the room.* I wonder if one of the other two trunks has man clothes.
*abbey rifles through the layers of clothing until she reached the bottom. There was various forms of suggestive lingerie, low cut dresses and other tackily decorated attire. She slams the trunk shut nearly catching Colt’s fingers in the process.*
Colt: Hey!
abbey *blushing*: We… we need to look into the other trunk.
Colt: Nothing fit?
abbey: You could say that.
*They moved to the next one and found similar stuff. This time, Colt watched as she went through it. As she inched closer and closer to the bottom, his eyes became wider and wider. *
Colt *whispering*: What the…
*abbey looks around at the room now since they can now see the faded décor it contained. She started to laugh heartily.*
abbey: This used to be a… a whore house!
Colt *eyes getting ever wider than before*: You mean these clothes all are…
abbey *still laughing*: Their… work clothes!
*She calms down a little as she leads him to the last trunk. It was a little more modest, but not much. abbey pulls a dress out. It was blue and has spaghetti straps that attached to the garment by a hook in the back. It was a little low cut, but not overly so and the length was short, but not too short. One thing that drew abbey to it was that it was soft, obviously made with some decent quality fabric. *
abbey: I can wear this. It isn’t that bad. And I will be able to fasten it even with the handcuffs.
Colt: What am I going to wear?
abbey starts laug
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*Brit stumbles into the infirmary with a painful scowl on her face, holding her head*
Something is utterly wrong here. There is a knife scraping against my cranium.
*Stops holding her head for a minute as she looks the other way, but then grabs her head in pain again with a scream*
WHERE THE
*She begins to hit her head against the wall*
Oh, hey, no Brit that'll the hangover worse sweetie...
*pulls Brit from injuring herself more, and guides her to the bench, Oram reaches into the cupboard and pulls out some pain medication, then gives Brit the tablets and a cup of water*
We’re not sure where the Captain or Abbey are at the moment… we think they may have gone off together…..
*Mobbex snickers*
Quiet you.
*While she's treating people, she grabs some equipment to treat Stan’s broken nose. His glasses are broken as well as having a wonky nose line.*
Good news…. It’s treatable and you’ll live.
*Stan raises his eyebrows*
Stan: And the bad?
It’s gonna look wonky unless I set it back into its place….
*Stan just groans in reply….*
It’ll hurt, but I’ll give you something to numb the pain.
*20 minutes latter, Stan has had his nose fixed, and cleaned up, his eyes are still watering from the pain though.*
Mobbex: Jeez… and here was I expecting you to take it like a man.
Hey, Mr-Blew-My-Money-On-Crap, it hurts like hell. Keep it down, or I’ll do the favour for your own nose.
Mobbex: But mine ain’t broken…
That can be changed.
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Abbey: You’ve been at it for 20 minutes. When are you going to give up?
I’m not?
Abbey: You said yourself you can’t pick locks.
That was before *working the rusty nail into the lock for the hundredth time*
Abbey: What’s different now?
Now I got to wear women’s clothes.
Abbey: Even if you get the cuffs off you can’t wear those smelly disgusting clothes.
*I sniff my shirt and fight the urge to heave* Don’t smell *cough* that bad.
Abbey: It’s much worse than your usual odor.
*I yank her cuffed hand towards me and go back to work on the lock*
*Tossing the nail down* Your right, aint gonna work.
*Glad that left my coat on the Book, I pick the nail back up and use it to rip my sleeve. Tearing my shirt, I pull if off. Then take Abbey’s sleeve and do the same.*
Guess we should get to it then *Leading her out the water pump* You sure we can’t wash em off enough to kill the stench?
Abbey: This isn’t the first time you’ve worn women’s clothes.
True, but I was getting paid before.
*Abbey hands me my new clothes and extra garment from the trunk* Here, to wash with. Can you rip the rest of my sleeve off?
*I grip her sleeve in my mouth and rip it with my free hand*
Abbey: That’s good. *holding the rest of her blouse she holds up the blindfold.* Turn around.
I’m fully capable of tying my own.
I’m sure you are but your not going to.
Well who’s going to tie yours?
Believe me Captain, you have nothing I want to see.
And you think you do? *she ties the blindfold around my head* Ow. Not so tight.
Abbey: quit being a baby
*She leads me to the pump and I feel my hand in her hair as she secures her blindfold. We carefully remove the rest of our clothes and begin to wash*
*Up on the hill.*
Jasper, take a look at this. *The other man rides up *
I didn’t know Bonn’s was open again.
Me neither, but looky there. Hey…that aint Bonn.
Must be a new gal. Are they handcuffed?
*Back at the pump*
I heard something * My hand is jerked back down.*
Abbey: Don’t you dare take off that blindfold.
I heard something. *We stand quietly but don’t hear a thing*
Abbey: Right you heard something.
I thought I did. I’m clean enough * I start to pull on my skirt*
Abbey: Well I’m not so you keep that blindfold on.
*Back on the hill*
That fella putting on a dress?
He...he is Horace.
Nice to know anything goes with this one. Bonn was kinda strict.
Let’s head to the bunk house and get cleaned up. Were gonna have some fun with this one.
I call first dibs
*Back at the pump were both dressed and remove our blindfolds.*
Abbey: Oh my…*trying not to laugh* You look…I mean you don’t look.
Laugh it up.
*We hike for a few hours without seeing anything remotely resembling civilization. Then come across a burned out cabin. Nothing stands but part of the chimney and an old well*
We might be able to get some water out of there. *pointing the well*
*We approach the old well. One side has collapsed. An old mesquite tree is growing next to it.*
*Abbey moves to the edge* Looks like there water.
*A snake drops from the tree and wraps around Abbeys neck. She loses her balance and falls in. I flatten out and grab the side of the well still standing, to keep from following her in*
Abbey!
*She manages to get the snake off of her with her free hand*
Colt…Colt there are more down here. Get me up.
*I pull hard and yank her back up*
Are you bit? * I lay her down and start looking for a bite mark* Do you feel any pain?
I….I don’t’ think it *wheeze* I don’t think * wheeze* it bit me.
*I pick her up and carry her to the chimney.*
You’re ok Abbey, just calm down. *genuinely concerned* Abbey you got to breath now. Calm down. 
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Why so tetchy doc? 'Haven't had your mornin' bender yet? *snickers at his wit*
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Why so tetchy doc? 'Haven't had your mornin' bender yet? *snickers at his wit*
*Oram doesn’t say anything, just throws the scissors that cut the last of Stan's bandages up onto the metal table, Stan winces at the horrid noise but watches quietly*
Next time you get shot up, or injured in anyway. Whether you’re bleeding all over this infirmary on your deathbed or need a bandaid. You can go and heal yourself, you ching-wah tsao duh liou mahng.
*Oram walks out of the infirmary towards the galley, leaving Mobbex, Stan and Brit in the room*
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Oh yeah? Then don't count on me savin' your ass next time you get in a jam! *cranks his voice up to a shout as Oram exits the room* You can rot in hell for all I care!
*gives Stan a pointed look* Y' know, 'might not look like it now, but booze her up little and she gets real chummy.
*hops off the couch*
I'll be in my bunk.
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*Makes the breakfast for the crew, but isn’t calm about it. Pots and utensils clanging as she moves about in a pissed off manner*
Stupid liou coe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze fuh ur-tze of a Merc…
*continues cutting up ingredients and slips and cuts her palm with the knife*
Wa Cao damn it to hell.
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*crosses the threshold of the dining area, rubbing his hands against his sore scruff*
*winces*That bar stool did some damage...
*walks up to the fridge, notices Oram's cooking mishap*
*Smirks, but keeps his mouth shut.*
*opens one off the cupboards and takes a can of protein mush*
*peels it open with his pocket knife*
*leans against the counter and starts eating it raw*
*speaks through a mouthful of half-masticated protein mush* Y' said some mighty unkind things back there.
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*Nodding politely to Brit, Stan walks out of the infirmary and into the spartan common room, where he tosses his duffel and case in a corner. Glancing over at the passenger dorms he climbs the stairs and heads out through the door below the GWA and down the gangway into the largely empty cargo hold. Not seeing anyone he ascends the larger gangway up to the mid-deck catwalk. He lingers a bit, taking in the holds dimensions before heading towards the stairs to the main deck. Walking into the forward hallway he decides against heading towards the bridge. Figuring since he is just a guest that would be an unwise idea. Instead he enters the galley just in time to catch Mobbex' comment to Oram.*
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