RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 10
POSTED BY: FrauDirektor
UPDATED: Thursday, March 4, 2004 20:12
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
Damon steps back as Simon and Inara approach with Rowan. She looks like she's going to be about as happy as he will be for the next couple of days.
He turns his attention to the captain's conversation about finding Thorne a bunk.
Zoe: ""Sir, I believe the Shepherd made up one of the passenger bunks for Mr. Thorne." She glances at Book. "Shepherd, when you can spare a minute, would you show our guest to his bunk?"
Damon wonders whether he belongs outside with the truck or in a passenger room. Probably somewhere in between. Looking at Zoe's belt, he notices his gun isn't there anymore. He lets out a frustrated sigh and watches as everyone goes about their jobs.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Mal's move:
Location: Cargo Bay
[Seeing DAMON just standing around scratching himself, MAL decides he must be well enough to go to work.]
MAL:"Hey, DAMON. If you can scratch like that you're not so bad off. 'Les you wanna get out here, 'bout time you start pullin' your weight. Move them laser cannon crates off to the side. Maybe Kaylee can figger how to hook it up later on sometime."
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Thorne's Move:
Location: His cabin, across the short hall from BOOK's
[Thanking BOOK for showing him the way to his cabin, THORNE closes the door and turns into the room. He sets the hard-side gun case on the bunk and snaps it open. Inside are a large semi-automatic rifle with a telescopic sight, and a bouquet of flowers. THORNE removes the flowers and recloses the case. He sits down, the flowers in his lap. After several minutes of stillness, he speaks, softly, as if to someone else in the room.]
THORNE:"Last time pays for all. The Valley will be clean after this, and maybe you can finally forgive me for what I brought down on you. Maybe I can finally forgive myself."
[Laying the flowers aside, THORNE heads for the bridge, to guide WASH to his cargo.]
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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OOC: the laser gun is stolen Alliance right? well if it isn't then forget the referance to Alliance. ^_^
Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
MAL:"Hey, DAMON. If you can scratch like that you're not so bad off. 'Les you wanna get out here, 'bout time you start pullin' your weight. Move them laser cannon crates off to the side. Maybe Kaylee can figger how to hook it up later on sometime."
Damon looks at the crate of equipment and then picks up one of the parts. Typicall Alliance equipment: make it cheap, but works great. He looks up at Mal for a moment before continueing his inspection.
"This is a midbook transport, right? Standard accelerator core? If your mechanic is thinking of mounting them on the bow, I'd advise against it. Too much strain on the power lines, might bleed too much. Could maybe mount them under the extenders, though... they'd probably be less visible there too..."
He sets the part back down in the crate. Pushing the pains of his injuries aside with practiced skill, he closes the lid and pushes the heavy box toward the side of the room.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Rowan's Move:
Location: On the gurney in the cargo bay, hopefully headed for the infirmary.
With both eyes closed, Rowan can feel the contact lenses, particularly in the eye that seems to be fusing itself permanently shut. Feels like a giant slab of rock in each eye.
Rowan to herself: Made... they'll have to come out. They'll see...
ROWAN: "Oh please... I'm so tired."
EOM
Made = Fuck
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River is seeing all the bustle around her, says:
There's no room for a ghost.
She starts to leave the Cargo bay.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
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"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard
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Inara's turn
Inara helps Rowan slowly lower herself down onto the gurney. As she settles, Rowan lets out a low groan.
One of Rowan's eyes is covered with blood, and the lashes are clumped together, sealing her lid shut.
ROWAN: "Oh please... I'm so tired."
grimacing in sympathy, Inara places a hand on Rowan's head and smoothes bak her hair. Inara looks to Simon for help
he's concentrating on getting Rowan's head settled onto the gurney, he begins to slowly push it toward the infirmary, Inara striding along beside.
End Inara's turn
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LOCATION - CARGO BAY
As ...
ROWAN
“SOLD!”
ROWAN starts forward, only to discover she has a slight left-side list. Putting out a hand to steady herself, she’s about to fall when SIMON catches her quick and helps her over to the gurney. ROWAN accepts his assistance graciously, and takes INARA’s hand as they reach the gurney. Between the two of them ROWAN is able to climb up and settles on the uninjured side with a sigh. Searching with one eye - the one that still works - she focuses on Mal.
ROWAN
"Next time a brown coat asks me to go after some other notorious yaoguài I’m tellin’ him to go to hell."
As SIMON helps ROWAN settle into the gurney, his thoughts dividing and splitting amongst various paths ...
NISKA ... as soon as SIMONs thoughts head this direction, other questions diverts his attention.
SLIGHT and his sister, RIVER - is the connection between them something more than just Blue Sun? Was SLIGHT not an operative, actually an experiment as well? So, the possibility that RIVER was to be an operative could substantiated with the information on the MEMORY STICK SLIGHT gave him. At that thought, SIMON unconsciously pats his pocket where he has stored the MEMORY STICK. Finding it still there, he resumes his work on helping ROWAN settle on the gurney.
SIMONs thoughts switch to his current state of perplexing behavior. What could be causing his strange gray-outs and fits of emotion? A thought suddenly occurs to SIMON - The encephlo-reader should not have shorted like that. As soon as things calm down ... SIMON chuckles inwardly ... as if it ever calms down on this ship named Serenity. SIMON is shaken from his brief reverie by ...
ROWAN
"Oh please... I'm so tired."
SIMON
Without thinking he softly brushes ROWANs hair from her wound and whispers...
It will be OK, mei-mei, I'm here.
EOM
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Kaylee's Move
Location: Cargo Bay
Kaylee looks up at Damon as he starts to lecture the Captain on where to mount the laser cannon.
"I know gorram well where they can 'n can't be mounted, thank ya very much."
Climbing to her feet, she shoots a look of loathing at Damon and continues out of the cargo bay to the engine room, steering clear of Simon.
Mumbling to self, "Damn passenger...thinks to tell me how to manage Serenity...he kin just stew in his room 'til the Cap'n boots his skinny ass off..."
End Move
BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
Damon turns to who he guesses must be Kaylee as she gets up with a glare. "I know gorram well where they can 'n can't be mounted, thank ya very much."
"I didn't say that you didn't know-" Damon sighs when she doesn't turn around. "I was just trying to help!" He calls after her, watching her leave the room. He kicks the crate in frustration, "Tzao gao, nothing is ever easy."
He notices that the doctor, shepard and Inara are on their way back to the infirmery and walks briskly across the cargo bay to follow them. He can worry about what to do with himself after he has his things somewhere safe.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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