RP: "Badger's Betrayal" or "Adventures in Gunrunning" - ACT 6

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CHANNAIN

Friday, January 23, 2004 2:09 AM

Rowan's Move:

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Book smiles and gestures towards the semi-open bathroom door across the common area.
"You'll find what you're looking for through there. I'll bet you're hungry too. I'll go set out some things up in the galley. Meet me up there when you're through."
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ROWAN (nodding gratefully): "Thanks Shepherd. I appreciate the kindness."
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Book turns and goes up the aft stairway to the galley.

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Returning to her bags, she sinks down to her haunches to open the duffle to pull out a toiletries bag, a robe and clean underwear. Zipping it shut again - and securing the padlock, for all the good it would do - she rises and heads out to the bathroom.

Certainly not the biggest room in the place, the passenger lavatory of an R3 is more like a converted walk-in closet, cold and painfully utilitarian. She finds towels under the miniscule vanity - dark colored so as not to show stains too easily, but not too coarse.

Turning on the water first, Rowan makes sure the hot is working before she starts to undress. Looking down at the dragon tatoo, she runs her fingers over it, thinking of the night on Jiangvin when she made promises and vows she ultimately wasn't allowed to keep.

Stepping carefully under the spray, she plays with the spiquets until she finds just the right setting and turns to let near scalding water drench her from the top of her head all the way down to her toes. Lifting both hands, she smooths her hair down and leans back just enough so the water washes over her face, down her neck and further. She waits until she is completely soaked before reaching for a small bottle of body wash and a scrubbing puff.

Bliss.

Actual washing and rinsing doesnn't take much time at all, but Rowan isn't in any particular hurry. Since she isn't entirely certain she'll be shipping out with this crew, she figures she might as well make the best of it.

Stepping out, she dries herself quickly and dresses in the only clean underwear she had left - matching black bits of lace that had been a gift.

XIANG's voice: You should always wear black, like a signature. Become the Black Dragon.

And so she had. Recalling what happened almost immediately after she tried them on - and swiftly had them removed again - Rowan hastily folds a short black silk robe around herself and takes the toiletry bag and towels with her as she steps out of the lavatory.

EOM

Edit: MAN! You know what's hard? Writing RP in present tense and fanfic in past tense and switching back and forth. Sorry for the confusion folks!

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GEEZER

Friday, January 23, 2004 2:46 AM

Deliveryman's move:

A small delivery truck pulls up to Serenity's berth. A crewcut young man with a clipboard gets out, checks the berth number against a manifest, and walks to the ramp.

"Well, this is where Mr. Thorne said to deliver the stuff. Anybody home?"

Getting no response, he unloads two cases of fresh limes, a blender, a box of fresh vegetables, a chest of frozen steaks, and a portable spice rack from the truck, leaves them on the ramp, and departs.

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

TEELABROWN

Friday, January 23, 2004 2:49 AM

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River is in the Engine room, and just starts looking at things. When Kaylee asks how Simon is, River replies:

Ge-ge is asleep. The voices wouldn't go away. Someone's in there.

River goes back to lookaing around, admiring the machinery.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Keep flyin', and remember, THEY can't take the sky from US!

CIARA

Friday, January 23, 2004 3:40 AM

Inara's turn

Inara finishes her tea, the hot, green liquid steaming down her throat all the way into the core of her. She warms from the inside out, first her chest, then her arms, fingers, and toes. She hadn't realized she was so cold. She leans back, bare feet tucked underneath, her favorite elaborate robe hanging from one shoulder.

She leans her head on the back of the divan, her nest of spirally curls spread against the red brocade. She notices Mal's white shirt slung across the back of the sofa. She lifts the soft white fabric to her nose, and breathes deeply. She smiles softly and hugs the shirt to her chest.

Renewed and refreshed, Inara cleans and puts away all her tea paraphernalia. She pushes her unruly hair back into a sleek ponytail, and cinches her robe around herself.

"Well, there are new faces to see, new stories to hear, and I'm getting a bit hungry!"

Grabbing Mal's white shirt, Inara heads out onto the catwalk, intent on the kitchen

End Inara's turn

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

HUMBLE

Friday, January 23, 2004 7:33 AM

MAL'S TURN

[While in the Cargo Bay, Mal notices boxes sitting on loading ramp. Snoops inside, likes what he sees. Quickly puts goods in a cubby hole in the Bay. Heads back to passenger quarters to check up on Simon.]

[Mal, having checked in on the Doctor, and finding everything to be all right, feels the call of nature overcome him. Decides to use the Lavatory as this is closer than his cabin. As he is entering Lavatory, he runs into Rowan unexpectedly.]

Says to Rowan:"Tzao gao! Who the Hell are you?"

[Mal backs away from Rowan after having accidently run into her. The collision undoes her black robe, exposing her supple form to his steely gaze. Mal takes in her lithe figure and provocative under-garments. A less honorable man would not have hesitated to indulge in a multitude of sinful acts of indescribable pleasure upon this gorgeous flower of womanhood. However, Mal restrains himself, but only just. Tearing his gaze away from the splendor of her feminine beauty, Mal looks into her face and recognizes Rowan as the 'saleswoman' from the loading ramp.]

Says to Rowan:"If it's bras and panties you're sellin', I don't have the figure for 'em. Don't recall giving you the run o' the ship either, in fact, dan nang! So start talking, ma shong!!"

END TURN.

CAPNRAHN

Friday, January 23, 2004 8:39 AM

OCC- truncating the dream ... you'll see why later

LOCATION-SIMONs ROOM
Just after MAL checks in on Simon
Who is still locked in a dreamscape.

The dream takes a further turn for the worse. The images speed up until SIMONs vision is overcome with the Images that flash by. Then, without warning -- the stream of Images freeze-frames. The final picture stuns SIMON into insensibility.

River is still in the chair but Simon has her brain and partial stem in his hands. Its soft gelatinous archina removed and draped over the cranial clamp like a discarded hat.

Trying to pull himself from this nightmare, SIMON closes his eyes. To no avail, the image pops back up.

RIVER
{ Ethereal voice softly emanating from everywhere }
"Ge-ge? I thought you were going to fix me. You lied, it isn't time to wake up. I can't NOW, since you have slaughtered me with you complete incompetence! { her voice takes on a strange quality and light accent } You are nothing. Your failure is complete."

RIVERs body then erupts in obscenely writhing tendons. They whip around, searching, seething.

SIMON rushes over in abject horror and tries to replace RIVERs brain into her skull. Before he can -- a blue surgical gloved hand, arm sheathed an expensive suit sleeve, emerges from the empty cranium of RIVER. The hand grasps at SIMON, missing him, only to latch on to RIVERs severed brain-stem.

Reacting without thinking, SIMON recoils. At this sudden movement and the blue gloved hands implacable hold, RIVERs brain begins to elongate and tear.

The terrible liquid ripping sound alerts the writhing tendons. They seem to orientate on SIMON and swiftly engulf him in a foul smelling sheath nearly up to his shoulders. With a supernatural speed, the tentacles efficiently pull and tear the clothes off of SIMON. Then begin an insidious probing for available orifaces to invade.

RIVER
{During attack and still ethereal & softly emanating from everywhere & nowhere}
"And to think I wanted to get married to you!"

The light is suddenly extinguished and SIMON is left empty handed, naked and no longer restrained. But he is now in a total darkness that rivals the stygian abyss of death. He is left totally alone and bereft of any sensation -- except for the emptiness of complete pain and total loss.

Strange sounds flow from the dark. Whispers and accusations. Scrapings and the shrill squeal of a UN-oiled wheel shatter the dark.

RIVER, bloodied and sans her skull cap with remaining hair in a floating nimbus around her appears in front of SIMON with painful clarity.

RIVER
{In her 'sane voice' as she slaps SIMON rocking his head almost off of his shoulders}
"TIME TO WAKE UP!"

With a throat rupturing roar beginning to rend its way up his trachea, SIMON falls backward from RIVER.

SIMON wakes to find himself roaring at the top of his lungs and tangled in his bed sheets, still clothed and on the floor of his room.

He lies stunned in the far corner of his room ... with a pained expression glazing his features.

EOM

"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"

CHANNAIN

Friday, January 23, 2004 1:43 PM

Rowan's Move:

The collision is startling, and the sudden contact with the captain's solid frame pushes her backward as she drops the toiletry bag and towel to regain her balance. Since she never bothered to tie the belt on her robe, it flutters open easily, exposing her shower-warmed skin to the cool processed air and giving the captain an opportunity for a good, long look.

Men like to look, its part of their basic make up. For a girl running around the 'verse on her own, that could be both advantage and hindrance. In this case the latter seemed to apply as the captain didn't seem to have any other mood except cranky. Nonetheless, he still has that same look in his eyes - very nice, twilight blue eyes - that she has seen in every man since she was 14 years old. The trick is to give them just enough, but leave them wanting more.

Righting herself, she leaves her things on the floor and the robe gaping open as she faces the captain dead on. If he wants to look, might as well let him although he doesn't seem near as gullible as that pitiful mark from the Hara Cary. Far from it. He confirms it by determinedly keeping his eyes above her collarbone, not that it wasn't something of a struggle. Only one other man has done that before, and she has to push the thought of him away for a later time. There is business to be done.

ROWAN: "My name is Rowan, and I'm not selling anything today, Captain. I'm looking for passage off world, and you just happen to be going to New Hikido, which is where I need to be. Your Shepherd indicate to me you were the sort who might be willing to help a girl out of a fix. I figured if you decided otherwise, at least I could meet the next captain refreshed and ready."

Bending down slowly, she picks up both her bag and the towel in one strong hand. Feeling his eyes on her, she straightens again and steps out of the lavatory to stand next to him, almost close enough to brush herself against his arm.

ROWAN: "So what'll it be ... Captain?"

EOM

OOC: Edited slightly to add her name (time Mal knew I think) and change past tense to present.

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TEELABROWN

Friday, January 23, 2004 2:22 PM

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River is in the Engine room, and suddenly she screams out, while gripper her head:

Ge-ge, you promised! TIME TO WAKE UP!!

River collapses...
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Capn has permission to use my character in his dream, so I'm somewhat synchronizing it.

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Keep flyin', and remember, THEY can't take the sky from US!

CIARA

Friday, January 23, 2004 5:34 PM

Inara's turn

Inara's footfalls on the metal grate catwalk outside her shuttle are soft and muffled. The cargo bay is quiet, save Jayne's grunting below, as he lifts and lowers the weights. The rich fabric of her robe make a soft swoosh as she takes each step. The sound is as soothing to her as the roar of the ocean, or the hum of Serenity's engine.

Suddenly, a sound breaks the quiet. It cannot even be described as a scream...more like the tortured howl of some poor animal. The scream disturbs Inara on a very primal level. This is not a sound meant to be exhaled from the frail body of a human being.
It seems to be coming from the passenger quarters...

Inara hurries down the aft stairway, and back through the door to the common area.

As she nears the bathroom, Inara comes up short. Rowan and Mal are standing near the doorway, Rowan dressed in a black short robe and wisps of lacy underthings. It resembles many of the pieces Inara owns...but while Inara wears them with sensuality and soft femininity, Rowan wears them proudly, looking more like a cat poised to pounce than a woman at a disadvantage, caught in her undewear. Rowan's soft skin and gleams with moisture, her lean muscle flexing under it as she adjusts her weight and moves past Mal, toward the passenger dorm, almost brushing against him. Inara is too dumbstruck to have heard their exchange.

Another heart-wrenching scream breaks the air like thunder--this one sounds female. Inara throws Mal's white shirt, still speckled with a few drops of her blood, onto one of the seats in the common room, and follows after Rowan and Mal.

End Inara's turn

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

GEEZER

Friday, January 23, 2004 6:01 PM

Thorne's Move:

Sitting in his 'borrowed' truck, Thorne has a momentary sense of unease, as if someone were calling to him for help from a distance. "No." He thinks. "None of them would come here, even if there were some left alive. Must be nerves. I'm just getting too old for armed robbery." He sinks down in the seat and waits for Mal and his crew.

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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