VFF The Book continues 4
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Saturday, April 26, 2014 13:20
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*Abbey steps in the doorway, blocking Mobbex’s way out.*
Mobbex *slightly irritated*: Can you get out the way?
Abbey *her voice unnaturally soft, but steely cold*: What do you think you’re doing?
Mobbex *shrugs. He isn't in the mood to have a knock down with abbey too): Came here to get some meds.
Abbey: Not that. Your fight with Oram.
*Abbey takes a step towards him, not afraid to invade Mobbex’s personal space. He takes an involuntary step backwards.*
Mobs: She deserved it.
Abbey *steps forward again*: No one deserves to be spoken to like that.
Mobs: Well… she…
Abbey *steps forward again*: NO ONE!
*Mobs is now pinned between abbey and the exam table. Abbey sticks her index finger in Mobbex’s face.*
Abbey *back to being soft spoken*: You do not know anything about her life or what has happened to her in the past. Do you?
*Mobs is getting very uncomfortable at the amount of anger that abbey is so calmly exuding. He is unsettled.*
Mobs: Uh… N-No…
Abbey: I do. She is the only thing that I have left from before… *she pauses for a split second, then continues*. I will not, repeat not, let you treat her that way. Do you understand?
Mobs *stammering*: Yes… Yes, ma’am…
Abbey *gives him a sweet smile then reaches up to brush off both shoulders as it he had dust on him - Mobbex recoils a bit at her touch*: I’m glad we talked. *takes bourbon bottle away from him* You may go now.
*Mobs nods slowly and leaves the infirmary quickly. Abbey looks at the bottle, goes over to the sink and dumps it out. Then she heads to Oram's room.*
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You are one Strange Bird...
*smiles* You can call me "batshit nuts."
*wanders out of the bridge*
Stan: *Looking a bit perplexed* "....batshit nuts?"
*He busies himself with maintaining the ships heading and having the computer calculate time of arrival then decided to do the math himself, just for practice. After he begins to glance around the bridge. Captain's seat to the left. Down and in front the Avionics bay... maybe, he cannot recall but most aught threes have an EVA hatch and escape pod just under the upper bridge deck. Behind him the bridge airlock and head.
Stan: "Well. Here I am. I always wanted to...."
Spots: *coming onto the bridge* "You flying this thing up here all by yourself?"
Stan: "Then I'm not the only one who finds the fact the Captain left me up here all alone scary?"
Spots: "He must think you're trustworthy. Anyway, don't mind me, just checking the other console here."
*Spots ducks under the opposite console and opens a couple panels. After he's finished he gets up and begins to head back towards the hallway.*
Spots: "Just don't scrape her on any space debris or anything."
Stan: "Yeah, well.. I'll do my best not to."
*Stan continues checking systems and familiarizing himself with the control console.*
*A few minutes later Wash comes back in and takes the helm back.*
Wash: "So how'd it go, kid? Doesn't look like you messed anything up to bad."
Stan: "No, no problems. All shiny up here. I'm going to head back down to the galley. Let me know if you ever want to take a break."
Wash: "Sure thing."
*Stan heads back down the gangway to the hallway and towards the galley.*
Stan: "....batshit nuts?"
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*Oram is pushed against the wall, crying, while hiccoughing and taking swigs from her duffle bottle. The room is in a mess as she’s unleased her anger on her belongings and such. One picture of her and the man, much younger and with no baby, is ripped and lays by the door. Abbey knocks softly at the door, but Oram just throws a spare pillow at it while taking a heaving breath in.*
Abbey: *concerned* Oram, let me in, it's ok.
Oram: *miserably* Go away…
*Outside of the room, Abbey sighs in frustration and tries to unlock the door, but with no success*
Abbey: Oram, open the door or I'll break it down.
Oram: It's my room, go away.
Abbey: You’ve been drinking while on pain medication… You’ll fall and hit your head.
Oram: I’ve done it plenty of times. It’s not the first…
Abbey: Yeah, but I'm making it the last. Open the door or I'll get Spots to open it for me.
Oram: *picking up a book and throwing it at the door* NO!
Abbey: I’m not gonna let you kill yourself with booze, open the door now!
Oram: Good, this time I’ll get it right!!
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*Oram hears abbey’s footsteps retreat from her door and smiles.*
Oram: About time she left. *takes another swig from bottle*
*A couple of minutes pass, then she hears abbey outside her door again.*
abbey: Open the door, mei mei. I won’t ask you again.
Oram *yelling*: What are you going to do about it?
Oram hears some rustling by the door and then a large CLICK. abbey opens the door.
abbey: You wouldn’t let me in, so I had to let myself in. *Oram scowls at her and takes another drink in defiance.* I took a look at the locks on the other rooms. They are just like the ones to the storage room at Mr. Smith’s candy store. Just needed to get the right tool. *abbey holds up a swizzle stick from her gaming bar*
Oram *miserably*: Didn’t I tell you to go away?
abbey: Didn’t I tell you that I wasn’t? *Looks around room at the mess Oram made.* Good God Oram!
*abbey starts picking up some of the stuff on the floor and comes across the ripped picture. She stands up and regards it.*
abbey: Was this your husband?
Oram *eyes her intensely*: That’s not yours. Put it down.
abbey: He’s very handsome.
Oram: I. Said. Put. It. Down. *abbey hands it to her and Oram shoves it in her pocket.*
abbey: You left your bottle in the Infirmary.
Oram: I’ll get it later.
abbey: No need. It’s been disposed of.
Oram: You dumped it out?
abbey: You don’t need it… especially not now.
Oram *chuckling sarcastically*: You gonna be my mother now? *starts to take another drink*
*abbey reaches out and snatches the bottle from Oram’s hands. Oram grabs for it trying to get it back, but the alcohol has slowed her reaction time.*
abbey: You don’t need this one either. *Abbey goes to sink and starts pouring it out.*
*With surprising strength and velocity, Oram throws a very large book at abbey, which connects with her shoulder. Abbey drops the bottle into the sink, which shatters, and leans against the wall in pain. Oram’s eyes widen.*
Oram *apologetic*: abbey… I’m so sorry… I didn’t…
*abbey pulls open the collar of her shirt and looks at her shoulder. It was already starting to bruise. She winces.*
abbey: I’ll be OK. It will heal. I am more worried about you. *Tears have started down Oram’s face.* I’m not leaving. You have had pain killers and alcohol. I have lost enough in my life and I am not losing you too.
abbey stands up and moves to Oram’s side.
Oram *quiet and remorseful*: I didn’t mean to hurt you.
abbey *pats her friend’s shoulder*: I’ll forgive you.
Oram: I don’t want to talk about it. *meaning the reason why she is doing this to herself*
abbey: I know you don’t. Maybe someday you will and I’ll be here when you want to. But this *motions around room* has to stop.
Oram *softly*: I don’t know if I can.
abbey: We’ll worry about that tomorrow. For now, I want you to lie down and get some sleep. I’ll stay with you tonight so you won’t be alone.
Oram nods as she slides underneath the covers of her bed. abbey tucks her in.
abbey *lovingly*: I will always be here for you, mei mei.
*Oram nods and closes her eyes. Soon she is fast asleep. abbey sits herself down in an uncomfortable chair by the door. She checks out the bruise that Oram gave her. The bruising is worse.*
abbey *to herself*: This should look good tomorrow.
*She shifts in the chair, trying to find some way to get comfortable and tenderly watches her friend sleep.*
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*I go back to the dorms and knock on Stan’s door*
You awake in there?
Stan comes to the door with a bad case of bed head: Yeah *yawn* I’m up.
Just thought you might want to watch Wash bring us in.
Stan: Thought you didn’t want me landing?
I don’t, but what I want and what might happen round here ain’t always the same. Won’t hurt for you to watch how it’s done.
*As I’m coming back out I hear Abbey and the Doc having a heated discussion in Doc’s room. I think back to the dinner. *
Least I ain’t the only one she fights with.
*Mobbex overhears: Who Abbey? I know that’s right.
She fighting with you too?
Mobbex: Not so much fighting. More chewing on me till I want to toss her out an airlock. Why you putting up with those two?
Two?
Mobbex: Her and the Doc. One of em dancing round here like she’s running this gorram ship. The other is half dru…*Looks up at me and stop* The other …is just…Well you seen her. Jumping on me like a lunatic.
Doc does good work. Don’t think you two fighting was all her fault. And Abbey……she pays on time and up front. ‘Bout the only source of income we’ve had lately.
Mobbex *angry*: Yeah that’s the only reason you want her around.
*I get in his face* You sure you want to go down the road? I seem to recall you getting off rather easy, stealing from the crew and all.
*Each of us sizing up the other, Mobbex back down*
Mobbex: Your boat. You want to fill it full of crazy’s it’s up to you.
That’s right my boat
*Stan and I continue up to the bridge*
Stan: Should I sleep with my door locked?
What for? *nonchalantly* Mobbex? Nothing to worry about there he’s almost harmless.
*Stan follows some what confused*
Wash thought Stan would like to see how it’s done.
Wash: Fine by me Captain (to herself) Watch how it’s done new guy.
*Alarms start to sound*
Wash: Oops got to shave the vector a bit more. *Looks to Stan innocently* I just wanted you to see …what to do if…that happened.
*A short time later were on the Book sets down soft as a feather on Creed*
*On the Comm* This is the Captain. We’re on Creed. 
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*The Captain turns around and Brit is standing right there*
Colt: WAH!! *backpedals* Don't... do that.
*Brit narrows her eyes at Colt* Do you know what Creed means?
Colt: Well I don't but I'm sure you're gonna tell me.
It is a statement or confession of belief. It is derived from the latin word credo which means "I believe."
Colt: Alright then. I guess that's something new... don't know why I needed to know that.
Simply for the fact that you don't believe.
Colt: Believe in what?
*Brit walks away, passing Stan*
Colt: That girl is... huh...
Stan: Batshit nuts?
Colt: *Looks at Stan with with a raised eyebrow* Just don't say that around her...
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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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That's right, my boat.
*Mobbex is left seething as the captain steps away.*
Fathead's thinkin' horniness 'fore business... I gotta get out o' this nuthouse.
*Climbs down the ladder to his quarters and plunks himself on the cot*
If things don't settle down some, next stop, I'm gone.
*strips down to his boxer shorts and lay his head on the pillow*
*simmers down as drifts off*
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*Sky is sits down at the table in the galley just as they land on Creed. She notices the flowers in the center of the table are starting to wither. She gets up and changes the water in the flowers, then sets them back down in the middle of the table.*
Hm, be a while before we can get flowers like this again.
*Brit wanders in and notices the flowers on the table have begun to wither*
Brit: These have only begun to wither because the rest of us have done the same.
*Sky looks up at Brit with a "Huh?" look. Brit just knocks the flowers over and lets the water pour out on the table and onto the floor, a few dead petals flowing along with it. Sky just watches them all fall*
What you go and do that for? Don't think I'm gonna be the one to clean that up.
Brit: *Stares at Sky for a moment* I can see through you. Your lips tell lies but your eyes speak what's true.
My eyes speak... you're insane.
Brit: You're still wondering why you're here.
*Sky stares at Brit with a bit of disbelief*
You don't know that.
Brit: You don't know me. *Brit heads out and goes to the engine room*
*Sky sighs and gets herself some alcohol and begins to drink it, setting the glass down with a pugnacious expression*
Why the hell am I still here?
*gets up, cleans up the spilled flowers, and leaves the galley*
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*abbey woke up early the next morning in an incredible amount of pain. She looked at the bruise on her shoulder. It had turned an angry purplish, black color. abbey made a face. She rubbed her neck too. It was stiff and painful.*
abbey: I need to get something for those.
*She got up and checked on Oram. She was still asleep, snoring just a little bit. abbey turns and quietly sneaks out of Oram’s room, making her way to the galley. No one was there and she was thankful for it. abbey pulls out the coffee pot and sniffs it. It smells so strong that it could probably dissolve a spoon. She makes a new pot. When it is done, she pours herself a cup and sits down heavily into one of the chairs. She rubs her neck hoping to get at least one of the painful sites to lessen. She closes her eyes, trying to will the pain away. Colt comes in from the crew hallway, but since abbey’s back is to him (and she has her eyes closed), she doesn’t notice him. Colt pours himself a cup of coffee, leans up against the counter and watches her. Her posture is slumped a bit and he can tell she is exhausted. Then he notices her rubbing her neck. He walks up to the table and sits on it next to her.*
Colt: Neck hurt?
*abbey nearly jumps out of her skin and winces at the same time.*
Colt *apologetically*: Sorry… Didn’t mean to scare you.
abbey *resumes to rub her neck*: It’s OK. Just a bit tired.
Colt: Stiff neck? *abbey nods* Let me help you…
*Colt stands up behind her and starts to give her a neck massage. abbey doesn’t complain. She lets out a little moan that sends shivers up Colt’s spine,*
abbey *softly*: That feels soooo good.
*Colt smiled a bit and ran his hands further down her shoulders only to find her wince noticeably. He frowned.*
Colt: Hurt there?
abbey: You could say that. Oram and I had a… discussion last night. She didn’t like what I had to say.
Colt *slipping his finger under the collar of her shirt*: Do you mind…? *abbey shrugs slightly and he pulled back the shoulder of her shirt to look. He saw the bruise she was sporting.* Are you OK?
abbey: It’ll heal.
Colt *sitting down in the chair next to her, starting to become a bit angry*: What happened? I thought she was your friend.
abbey: She is. It’s no big deal. *Colt turns her chair to face him. She opens her eyes and notices that his jaw was clenched it anger. She smiles at him.* Don’t make a big deal out of it. She feels bad enough as it is.
Colt: What happened?
abbey: She hit me with a book.
Colt: A book? Why?
abbey: I took away her alcohol. I am really concerned about her.
*Colt starts to stand.*
Colt: It’s her that should be concerned.
abbey *grabs his arm*: It’s OK. Really. It’s just she’s been under a lot of stress lately, so she is… drinking a bit too much. So promise me you won’t do anything right now.
Colt *lifting the shoulder of her shirt and looks at the bruise again*: Well you need some takin’ care of. Follow me.
*Colt extends his hand and gently helps her up. He leads her down to the infirmary, not noticing that he never let go of her hand. When they arrive, he gets out an ice pack and gently lays in on her shoulder. She winces visibly. Absentmindedly, he brushes his hand gently down her arm.*
abbey: Thanks.
Colt: It’s gonna hurt for a while, but that should help. *moves over to cabinet and fishes out a pain killer, putting two in his hand. He glances down and notices the pills are labeled: Panaflex. Quickly he puts them back in the bottle and grabs a different one.* Anything but Panaflex right?
abbey *chuckling*: Definitely not Panaflex. Got enough to deal with right now.
*Colt hands her another type of pain killer and a glass of water. She takes it.*
Colt: Now you go on up to your shuttle and get some sleep.
abbey: I can’t… I promised her I’d stay with her.
Colt *sternly*: Captain’s orders. You have to obey. *abbey cocks an eyebrow at him.* Don’t worry, I’ll check in on her la
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