RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 12
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UPDATED: Tuesday, March 23, 2004 21:45
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Mal's Move
Location:Upper Passageway
[The events of the day have suddenly hit MAL like a blackjack. It takes a herculean effort just to stop and turn when INARA calls his name]
INARA: "Do you know what Simon's off to do, Mal? Shepherd gave me the meme stick, but I never got a chance to read it. I truly worry for River...apparently I'm to care for her, but I'm not sure how she'll be without her brother...
[Even half-asleep, MAL can read INARA's concern. Too tired to think of a caustic comment, he replies.]
MAL: "Said he's on the trail of a cure for RIVER. Not much detail. May get in touch later. And RIVER? I don't know, 'NARA. I reckon as we'll all be lookin' out for her. She didn't seem too shook when she heard SIMON's gone, but is that a good or a bad thing? See about gettin' her bedded down for now, please, an' we'll talk on it tomorrow. You should prob'ly get some rest too. G'nite now."
[MAL turns away and staggers to his quarters, half-falling down the ladder. Still fully dressed, he collapses onto the bed, asleep before he stops bouncing.]
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Slights move:
Slight goes on to the Cortex. He logs in under the special encoding he'd created, long ago. He finds Serenity, and is pleased to see the Alliance ships only sent one message, the typical log of an unauthorized vessel. With simple ease, he erases the mention of it. Serenity shouldn't show up on Alliance radar for a while.
Slight hacks through, and sends a message to Serenity. He leaves it in Blue Sun coding, so that only Thorne will be able to open it. "Agent Slight, reporting to Thorne. All is well. Simon Tam is unboard with me, but quite focused, and not very social at the moment. There's," Slight allows a proud smile, "no mention of an unauthorized Firefly-class in Hera." He pauses, not sure what else to say. "To all of the crew, I salute you on exceptional flying and shooting. Well done. Reply to this message with a return date, if you'd like to pick up your wayward doctor. If not, and with Captain Reynolds permission, I can have us off-planet with a day."
Slight ends the recording, then adds two attachments. One to Thorne, explaining about the sticky, and it's current place of hiding. He starts a second one to Merz, but pauses. What in the world can he say? He decides. "When we meet again, m'lady," he says, unconciously touching the screen with his hand, "There is much I would like to discuss. I will return."
He sends his emblem, a merlin with razor wings.
Slight closes the message, touching the screen with a gesture that's almost a carress. "Until we meet again," he whispers, and settles back for the long ride there.
I'm talking about geese.
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Rowan's Move:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Forget stitches and utilize a time-honored tradition of cauterizing a wound like they were stuck on some battlefield on Earth that was? Rowan answered that with a glare.
ROWAN: "Don't tempt me."
Noticing his apprehension - actually the absolute fear in his eyes - she holds back before starting to numb the area.
ROWAN: "I'm actually pretty good at this. Even with one eye, I never miss a target. If you want something to put you under, though, you're entitled to it."
EOM
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Book's Move
LOCATION - Galley
Book rises from the table and goes into the back alcove. Out of site of everyone for a moment, he goes over Simon's message again in his mind, with worry etched on his face. If the doctor gets what he thinks he may, things are going to change very soon for River... and for the rest of us as well.
Assorted foodstuffs in his arms, Book re-emerges from the pantry alcove and goes to the main counter to deposit the load. "I forget how good it is to cook for a large group sometimes." Book says smilingly, as he looks at all the food, the likes of which they haven't had in a while. "Back at the abbey, we often got the chance to cook for all of the brethren.'
Book looks up at the emptying galley, about to tell the story of when one of the brethren accidentally dumped a large jar of olive oil onto his head. They'll be back when they start to smell this, he thinks.
Book, suddenly a one-man whirlwind of activity, begins preparing the various foodstuffs, and soon has a mass of steam and delicious smells wafting throughout the ship.
EM
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LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Quote:
Originally posted by Channain:
ROWAN: "Don't tempt me."
Noticing his apprehension - actually the absolute fear in his eyes - she holds back before starting to numb the area.
ROWAN: "I'm actually pretty good at this. Even with one eye, I never miss a target. If you want something to put you under, though, you're entitled to it."
Damon shakes his head. "I don't mind needles as long as I approve of what's in them. Do whatever it is you think you should do, but if it opens again, I'm closing it my way. Thing's not worth the hassel."
An idea occurs to him and he stops her hand before she injects him. "I got a better idea. How about you give me some of the magic the doctor had me on before instead. That'll everything quite for a few hours at least."
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Kaylee's Move
Location: Engine Room
When the blonde woman from the bridge comes into her engine room, and asks to be shown what she'd missed, Kaylee had to smile to herself.
"No problem...Merz, was it? I'll be happy ta show my girl to ya. Get some rest 'n we'll talk again later."
Zoe comes to the doorway and hands Kaylee Simon's memory stick.
"Thanks, Zoe. Whoever's next in line for this thing might hafta wait a bit. Don't know as I'm in tha mood ta hear what th' doctor hasta say righ' now."
Kaylee tucks the stick into one of the many pockets on her jumpsuit and watches the two women walk away. With a small sigh, she turns to crawl into her hammock where she falls asleep instantly.
End Move
BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."
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Thorne's Move:
Location: Galley/Engine room/Quarters
INARA: "You would be most welcome, Mr. Thorne. I should be ready to recieve you in my shuttle say...tomorrow, late afternoon? I fear we may need that much rest to recover from today.
Until tommorow then.
[THORNE is not sleepy at all. He's too keyed up from the fight and the anticipation of tomorrow. Could use some food, though. The Preacher has something going that smells pretty good. He sips on the tequila until BOOK starts to spoon up a bowl, then walks over and picks it up.]
THORNE: "If it's all right with you, I'll take this down to our engineer, and come back for some myself.
[At BOOK's nod, he stuffs a spoon in his pocket, grabs a Blue Sun to go with the stew, and heads for KAYLEE's domain. He smiles as he sees her already asleep in her hammock.]
THORNE: "You sleep, little KAYLEE-girl. You did real good today. Daddy'd be right proud of you."
[KAYLEE smiles in her sleep. THORNE can't see any reason to return to the galley, since he already has a bowl of stew, so he heads to his quarters to eat. Five minutes later the half-empty bowl is left on a side table, and he is asleep, dreaming of INARA.]
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Rowan's Move:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
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DAMON: How about you give me some of the magic the doctor had me on before instead.
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ROWAN: "That's assuming I know what he gave you, which I don't. There's no easy way to do this, xiâo dì dì, but it does need doing."
He's so young, still so convinced he's immortal, even when the wound is already bordering on infection. Had she ever been that impetuous? Probably - in fact probably worse. She didn't realize the enormity of what they were doing, not until the end.
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FLASHBACK
It was over. The capital itself was being overrun - assault troops were at their door again and they would shoot to kill this time. The Alliance had had its fill.
He turned to her, showing his unabiding love for her with the most intense stare she had ever seen. Then his eyes switched to a point somewhere behind her and he nodded once. "Take her."
Her eyes widened as she realized what he meant. The bodyguard's large came around her from behind and a cloth was pressed to her mouth. She breathed in something horrible, struggled to break free. His eyes never left her, and as the darkness folded in around her, she saw the sorrow mingle with his determination to sacrifice himself. For her.
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ROWAN to herself: Sonofabitch already decided to die for me. Why couldn't he have tried to live instead? He could have tried.
Rowan held Damon's gaze with even more determination than before.
ROWAN: "If you think your life's not worth any hassle, I will stop - I have exactly no time for an obstinate sonuvabitch. But when you wake up with a temperature of a hundred and six and start hallucinating about giant purple spiders, you don't get to come running to me, dong ma?"
EOM
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Rowan holds Damon's gaze with even more determination than before.
ROWAN: "If you think your life's not worth any hassle, I will stop - I have exactly no time for an obstinate sonuvabitch. But when you wake up with a temperature of a hundred and six and start hallucinating about giant purple spiders, you don't get to come running to me, dong ma?"
Damon's dark eyes harden into a look of dead seriousness that none of the others have seen in him. He speaks calmly, making sure that his words are understood. "Don't ever make the mistake of thinking that I don't know what my life is worth. My life is worth a lot of hassel. I said the stitches aren't worth the hassel. But if you don't have time for them then I'm perfetly happy to take care of myself."
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Rowan's Move:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Feeling her mouth curve in a smile - much the same way Xiang's once did when she gave him a piece of her mind - Rowan nods in satisfaction.
ROWAN: "You've got spunk - all right then. You keep that shirt up and try not to squirm. Wouldn't want to stick you any more than I have to."
Quickly securing her hair in the collar of her shirt, Rowan bends down and focuses on the area around the small open section of the wound. Damon twitches on the first prick of the needle, but less on the second until finally he's perfectly still. Finished, she lays the syringe aside and takes up the sucher kit; a curved needle with sturdy black silk and two clamps.
ROWAN (mostly to herself): "Now, so long as I don't sew my glove to your gut, it'll all be shiny."
Hearing Damon's intake of breath, she smiles slyly and begins.
EOM
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