RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 11
POSTED BY: FrauDirektor
UPDATED: Monday, March 15, 2004 03:00
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Inara's turn
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
to OUTSIDE
Jayne eyes the hand grasping his precious bottle of tequila. Using one hand to sip his tea, he begins to slowly inch the other hand along toward Inara, a sloppy attempt at retrieving his liquor. Inara calmly sets the bottle on the floor and continues watching Jayne with a smile of companionable graciousness.
Finding himself caught, Jayne grins broadly at her and returns to his tea. Inara can see he is merely pressing his lips against the rim of the cup, pretending to swallow Book's brew.
Sighing inwardly, Inara puts down her cup and turns toward Jayne, hoping to reason with him.
Over his shoulder, she spies Zoe stomping down the catwalk steps, a large, sloshing bucket in hand, and a murderous glint in her eyes.
INARA notices ZOE's look and discreetly moves away from an oblivious JAYNE.
A deluge of water washes over Jayne's head, flattening his hair and filling his cup to overflowing. She gives Jayne an innocent look and turns away--"I think Zoe has some things to discuss with you, Jayne--we'll pick this up later"
Inara turns and runs toward the cargo bay door, not wanting to embarass Jayne further with the laughter that is becoming harder and harder to contain. Inara can hear Jayne's bellow of rage as she rounds a stack of cargo boxes.
A peal of laughter comes to her lips as she ducks around the corner of the bay door and leans against Serenity's warm side. The tension and worry of the day seems to drain from her, as, eyes closed, she takes a breath and leans her head against Serenity, holding her face up to the softly lit sky. A warm breeze tousles her hair, long curls coming undone and caressing her face.
End Inara's turn
ooc--Book, Mal, Thorne,anyone else--it'll be a few moments before Inara realizes she's laughing in the middle of Serenity Valley--a vast wasteland where so many died--if you want her in a good mood, now is the time
Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss
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Thorne's move:
Location: Serenity Valley
[As THORNE finishes the pre-fly on the Gyrfalcon, he hears a peal of laughter from outside. Puzzled by this totally inappropriate sound in such a place, he goes to the door. Inara leans back against the sunlit side of the ship, her face lifted to the warmth. She is so totally in the moment, a being of pure joy and light. THORNE feels his sorrow melt away in the radiance. How could any sadness remain when this woman smiles? He has to know her better. Regardless of events, he has to make his case now. As he walks to her, a smile starts to pull at his face. The compsition his sub-conscious has been developing springs full-formed into his mind.]
THORNE: ”Mademoiselle, grant me a moment please. I would have waited for a more appropriate time, but my soul moves me to speak now, and cannot be denied. I believe that we may have reached an understanding earlier, and I wish now to present my Supplication in the proper manner, if you would consent to hear it.”
[At INARA’s nod, THORNE strikes the traditional lector’s pose, left hand behind back, right foot slightly advanced, and right arm raised with hand at shoulder level, palm facing up. He begins to speak in a clear, firm voice, with the trained accent and intonation of a core-worlds courtier.]
“If the white night ever comes again and rest eludes my soul
I’ll recall the color of your eyes, the perfume of your hair
Then like a swelling tide of peace, your love o’er me will roll
As my nightmares change to reveries, so comforting and fair
In the world we only met today, yet you I’ve ever known
As a Goddess, as a Fairy, as a lover, as a friend
In this time, so brief, between us, the vision I’ve been shown
Has stirred a song within me which I hope will never end
I have seen you so courageous, and I have seen you kind
As in my hopeless dreams I had imagined you would be
And now the only hope that lives within my helpless mind
Is that some day you’ll find the things you always sought - in me.
Dear Companion, in the hours since I was captured by your sigh
“Inara” has become my prayer, my hymn, my battle cry”
[Supplication finished; he lowers his hand and makes a leg toward INARA, then stands quietly and awaits her reply.]
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Mal's Move:
Location: Cargo Bay
[MAL hears a splash of water, and then light footsteps as INARA runs giggling through the cargo bay, not seeing him at the winch controls. What's that fool woman got to laugh about in this hellhole?]
MAL:"JAYNE! Get your butt up here and help me get this load in, or you'll be walkin' home."
[THORNE is talking outside, and snatches of poetry come through the mechanical sounds of the bay. Why's the old man versifyin' now? Has everyone gone crazy?]
MAL:"JAYNE? ZOE? Anybody? A little help here?
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION: UPPER HALLWAY to GALLEY/DINING ROOM
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MERZ: "Damon has been under a doctor's care recently, yes? Do you know if he was - given medication. A beer might not be a good idea."
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Rowan nods as she guides Merz down to the galley.
ROWAN: "Good instincts. He seemed wounded pretty bad when I came on board. I don't know how extensively, but the doctor knows his trade so I imagine he'd use some manner of pain killer that wouldn't mix well with alcohol."
Gesturing vaguely to her eye, she gives Merz a thin smile.
ROWAN: You may not want to stay on board too long. Seems the only way to secure passage is to get yourself wounded. I wouldn't recommend it.
Hearing a soft chuckle behind her, Rowan leads Merz into the galley where she finds a ceramic teapot set aside on the back counter. Lifting the lid, she can smell peppermint and licorice root and a further combination of leaves and spices that's meant to clear the mind and dull a few aches and pains.
ROWAN (sighing): Just what the semi-invalid ordered. And there's enough for two. Shall I pour?
She starts to take down a pair of mismatched cups from the cupboard.
EOM
We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
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Jayne's Turn:
Jayne sputters as the water deluges over him. He weaves a little, shakes the water out of his face and hair, rocks a little unsteadily, then smiles a lopsided grin.
"I seem ta' be a liddle wet"
His smile broadens and he proceeds to tip over backwards off the crate. He hears Mal yelling for him and yells out..
"I'm comin' chapn tighty whitiesh. Just let me getsh my gorram butt outa da shwimmin pool I seem ta done fell in..."
The Hero of Canton, the man they call... Meeeeee!
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Book's Move
Location: Returning to Serenity
Book walks slowly but steadily back towards the ship, searching in vain for what he knows is now a lost cause. Yet another lost cause in this valley.
Book doesn't know if he can make it back to his room without being seen or spoken to, but he wants to try... He doesn't feel like he could help anyone right now. Too many memories, that he thought he had buried deep, had rushed to the surface when he looked out on the devastating remains of the battlefield. ...so he angles his approach to the ship.
It was hard to not lash out at Thorne when he had been attacked, but something told him that Thorne wasn't himself at the moment. It was hard to sit on the ground afterwards and think of different things to allow for a calming period to pass within himself. He didn't want to strike out at that man. He didn't want to hurt anyone.
Arriving at the same hatch from which he left, Book enters Serenity, hears someone singing from the other end of the cargo bay, ignores it, and goes quickly to his quarters. He slides the door closed quietly, goes to the mirror and sets down his incomplete Bible. Taking the collar off his shirt, he sets it down on top of the Bible and looks at himself. Anger grows in the eyes staring back at him and he suddenly strikes the mirror with a closed fist.
LOCATION - Book's Room
EM
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LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Quote:
ROWAN: You may not want to stay on board too long. Seems the only way to secure passage is to get yourself wounded. I wouldn't recommend it.
MERZ chuckled softly to herself as she followed ROWAN into the room. She doesn't want passage that badly. She can smell the brewed tea easily in the small room and it only gets stronger when ROWAN lifts the lid on the teapot. MERZ does not recognize it, but can identify peppermint and licorice root from prior experience. It smells good.
Sighing, ROWAN says "Just what the semi-invalid ordered. And there's enough for two. Shall I pour?"
MERZ nods "Yes, thank you" she says absently, and while ROWAN is fetching cups for the tea, she is locating the other smell in the room. There is a pot on the stove, no longer on the heat, and from the aroma it has been somewhat scorched. The spoon it was stirred with is still inside, and MERZ cannot resist the temptation to taste it. She does not think anyone else is going to eat it.
The taste, even partially ruined, is indescribable to her. fresh ingredients, and freshly made . . .. She hasn't eaten anything but survival rations for weeks, except the last couple of days - she ran out. The valley had limited resources. She was not wasting ammo or risking detection to get a dingo, that's for sure. Yesterdays meal, well lizard was never going to be one of her favorites.
She takes one more spoonful, closing her eyes and just savoring the taste, and then lays the spoon across the top of the pot. Turning around she sees ROWAN seated with the steaming tea cups before her, and joins her at the table. The taste of the tea was everything that the smell had promised. MERZ feels herself wanting to relax, just for a moment. But can't, not here. Not yet.
MERZ looks at ROWAN, her head cocked to one side. "I can see why you are only wearing one lens. What I don't see is why wear them at all. Vison correction? Then why change the color of your eyes?" She sips her tea and her eyes close in contemplation. I have to get moving, should finish the job and . . . .. She takes another sip.
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Zoe's Move:
Location - Cargo Bay As...
Quote:
JAYNE sputters as the water deluges over him. He weaves a little, shakes the water out of his face and hair, rocks a little unsteadily, then smiles a lopsided grin.
JAYNE: "I seem ta' be a liddle wet"
His smile broadens and he proceeds to tip over backwards off the crate.
MAL: "JAYNE! Get your butt up here and help me get this load in, or you'll be walkin' home... JAYNE? ZOE? Anybody? A little help here?"
JAYNE hears MAL yelling and yells out..
JAYNE: "I'm comin' chapn tighty whitiesh. Just let me getsh my gorram butt outa da shwimmin pool I seem ta done fell in..."
ZOE: "There in a minute, Sir."
Sighing with resignation, ZOE leaves JAYNE struggling to lever his sodden bulk into a standing position. She walks over to MAL and says in a low voice:
ZOE: "Sir, he ain't in any shape to help with this. Think we outta just leave him be until we get the cargo loaded. Then get him to his bunk and let him sleep... it... off..."
ZOE's voice trails to a stop as she sees JAYNE finally manage a standing position and begin the swaying, seasick journey over to them. Rolling her eyes, ZOE turns and gives MAL a look that speaks volumes on the foolishness of drunk folks.
ZOE: "I'll go guide the conex in, Sir."
She turns on her heel and heads out to where the conex is waiting to be winched in.
End Location - Serenity Valley, just outside the ship
End Move.
~A~
...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.
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MAL's move:
Location: Cargo Bay
ZOE: "I'll go guide the conex in, Sir."
[As ZOE leaves, MAL reaches into his pocket for the item he removed from the medkit in the warehouse. He was hoping he wouldn't have to do this, but...Well, actually he was kind'a hoping he'd have to do this. JAYNE stands swaying as MAL turns to him, smiles, and speaks.]
MAL:"JAYNE, ol' hoss. I got somethin' for you. Found it in THORNE's treasure cave. Ever see a popper before? Alliance made 'em to boost performance when their troopers were wore out. It'd 'bout keep a dead man goin'. Great for a quick sober-up. Course the side-effects are a mite rough, but they're usually temporary. Nausea an' stomach cramps for the first couple minutes, then itchin', sometimes hair loss or skin color change. Nothin' to worry 'bout."
[JAYNE just grins as the captain's words go right over his head. MAL suddenly slaps the popper onto JAYNEs left bicep. It sticks there and jabs a large-bore needle through his skin. A witches brew of drugs is forced into his system, then the empty device falls off. JAYNE winces and rubs his arm.]
MAL:"There, you ho-tze de pigu. You're gonna love this!"
[MAL turns away and switches on the winch. The conex slowly rolls up the ramp as JAYNE starts to react to the chemical hell unleashed in his veins.]
EOM
Ho-tze de pigu = Monkey's ass
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Mouse's Move:
Location: Porch of Thorne Farm Ruins
She didn't remember seeing the big creatures before, they weren't dingos or hawks, but you hide from anything that large and noisy. After they'd been gone for a while she carefully stuck her nose out to smell around. Nothing bad on the wind, but a nice food smell close by. Scurrying from cover to cover, she climbed to the porch and ran to the bunch of flowers. They were heavy with seed pods, which she tasted and then immediately began tearing apart, filling her cheeks with seeds. She made several trips back to the nest before the seeds were all gone.
On her last trip back, a shadow fell across the ground and she thought a hawk had her. She froze, since no cover was near, but nothing struck. It was just a piece of white stuff with strange black spots, blowing in the wind. It landed near the nest entrance and she examined it as she passed. It was soft enough to shred, and would make good bedding for the den. The babies were coming soon, and maybe with the bedding and the food more would survive this time.
Can a mouse feel happy, or lucky? Can she appreciate a gift from the heart, even if she's not the intended beneficiary? Is the giver blessed, even if he never knew that his gift was received in an entirely unexpected way?
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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