RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 13

POSTED BY: Channain
UPDATED: Monday, April 5, 2004 14:04
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MANIACNUMBERONE

Friday, March 26, 2004 9:14 AM

Book's Move
LOCATION - Galley/Pool Hall

Book sits and listens without interruption while Rowan recounts her dreams. Jayne has taken a seat on a nearby chair, slinging a leg over an arm, and closing his eyes to listen.

When she finishes, her plea resounds in Book's heart. "Sounds to me like you know what your dream was about." Book smiles fatherly, looking deep into Rowan's green eyes, which he's noticed but never commented about. "You miss having a family. That's a common ailment here." Seeing the look on Rowan's face, Book sighs softly. "We can talk more tomorrow."

Book walks over to Jayne and hears him breathing the deep breathes of sleep. He walks back over to Rowan and says quietly. "It's time you found some sleep as well."

Book takes the empty bottle of wine to the recycling bin and then goes to the doorway of the Galley/Pool Hall. "Good night, and hopefully pleasant dreams. Let me know if you desire any techniques to help you control your dreams." Book walks through the doorway and down the aft stairs to his quarters. Sliding the door ajar, he turns on a light and sits down in his chair. Sleep will come, eventually.

EM

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GEEZER

Friday, March 26, 2004 12:38 PM

Thorne's Move

Location: Cargo bay/Passenger quarters

[THORNE retrieves a duffel and hard-side case from the conex, and heads back for his bunk.

Entering the short alcove leading to the passenger quarters, he hears soft, rythmic, footsteps coming from RIVER's room. The door is slid partially open, and he glances in. She is dancing in an irregular circle within the confines of the cabin, her step almost soundless despite the heavy ship boots she wears. Her eyes are closed, and her face soft as she glides around the room...almost, but not quite, touching the walls and furniture as she whirls, waltzing with an invisible partner. THORNE smiles at the beauty of her dance, and at the fact that she's leading. He'd like to cut in, but hesitates to break the spell.]

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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ASTRIANA

Friday, March 26, 2004 1:33 PM

OOC: Just to keep 'em in the loop...

ZOE/WASH MOVE:
LOCATION - WASH & ZOE'S BUNK

WASH and ZOE continue to be... occupied.

End Move.

OOC: When the night has progressed a little farther, we'll get 'em talkin' again.

~A~

...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.

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TEELABROWN

Friday, March 26, 2004 1:42 PM

Geezer- using your character, but not for much.
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Her world is going back to the actual world. The dance slows down, stops, and she does a slight courtsy. River seems to be coming out of a beautiful dream. She hears a clapping sound. She looks up. There, Thorne in the doorway. He streches out his hand, andbows slightly.

THORNE: May I have the pleasure of this dance?

River takes his hand, and starts leading, aound the room.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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GEEZER

Friday, March 26, 2004 5:16 PM

Thorne's Move:

Location: River's Room/Common Area

OOC: Teela. Right back at ya.

(RIVER) hears a clapping sound. She looks up. There, Thorne in the doorway. He streches out his hand, and bows slightly.

THORNE: May I have the pleasure of this dance?

River takes his hand, and starts leading, aound the room.

[THORNE is a practiced dancer, and quickly falls into step. He can pick up the rhythm from RIVER, but is used to leading, not being led. He subtly shifts his hands, indicating he'd like to change. River spins away and returns, her right hand lightly resting in his left, and her left hand on his right shoulder as his arm encircles her. In silence, they dance out the door and into the roomier common area.

As they twirl across the floor, THORNE thinks of how they must look, he in a stained shipsuit and she in castoff clothes and heavy boots. Like a father and daughter on some backworld planet, pretending to dance at a fancy cotillion ball.

The music in RIVER's head winds to an end, and they stand together for a moment, catching their breath. THORNE finally steps back and bows from the waist. "A true pleasure, Demoiselle Tam. You are surely the finest dancer and greatest beauty at the ball." RIVER curtseys and smiles coyly, then dissolves into giggles, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. She breaks away and runs to her room, turns to face THORNE at the threshhold, sticks out her tongue at him, and closes the door.

THORNE stands alone for a while, smiling softly and swaying in time with an unheard waltz. Then he picks up his bag and case, and enters his room.]

EOM


"Keep the Shiny side up"

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SQUEE

Friday, March 26, 2004 6:29 PM

OOC: Channain, I'm taking Damon into the galley, but I'm not sure where Rowan is. I thought that if we both state the time that we are there that it would avoid confusion.

Damon’s turn:
LOCATION: CATWALK to DINING ROOM 4:15 AM

Damon's thoughts return to the present when he hears someone enter the cargo bay. He looks up to see Thorne walking down the stairs and across the cargo bay toward the conex. Time to get the day started.

Damon crosses the catwalk and makes his way up to the galley. Looking around, he spots Jayne asleep in one of the chairs. All of the other chairs have been pulled away from the table, which has been completely cleared off. Looks like Book and Rowan played a couple games after all.

He crosses the galley to the kitchen and helps himself to some left over stew from the night before. Even cold, it still tastes wonderful. After grabbing and drinking a cup of water, he takes his bowl of food and heads for the bridge. He assumes that the highest ranking, on-duty crewmember will be there.





I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

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CHANNAIN

Friday, March 26, 2004 10:23 PM

Rowan's Move:
LOCATION: Galley/Pool Hall 12:15 AM

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Book: "It's time you found some sleep as well."
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ROWAN (to herself): Ah yes to sleep, perchance to dream...to see Xiang, to remember, to feel the ache intensify upon wakening. Nope, not likely.

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Book: "Good night, and hopefully pleasant dreams. Let me know if you desire any techniques to help you control your dreams."
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That would imply that she had any intention of getting to sleep, which she doesn't. Staying busy has been the key thus far and she really does need the practice, in case her eye isn't healed up well enough to remove the patch. Quite a sight that will make at the tournament. She makes a note to check the doctor's stores later, see if he has any of that cell regeneration acellerator drug - never can remember the name.

Taking the pad from her waistband, she sets up another rack of nine and plays through several more, pounding the balls at each break and skillfully dropping each one in single set ups and combinations until it becomes purely automatic again, all the while watching Jayne twitch in his sleep. Seems he's one of them as can sleep through mortar fire on a rock ledge if he has to. Not the most attractive thing in his sleep either. Every dream he has displays on his face, from something powerfully distasteful, to something that might be considered pleasurable.

When she sees the small clock in the kitchen grotto display 4:04 a.m., she decides to call it quits. She'll need to relax a little, preferably before Book wakes up. Shutting down the holo-billiards system, she packs up the cue stick into its velvet-lined case, and pauses to take one last long look at Jayne.

He's calmer now, more settled, probably in the deepest part of sleep. Walking softly to him, she pulls her long hair around to one side and holds it back before bending down to drop a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth. He stirs a little, mutters and turns toward her as she straightens, only to settle back down. Smiling at his boyishness, she turns away, silently promising them both another time. After all, New Hokkaido is still a day or two away.

*POOF*

Jayne's Move:
LOCATION: Galley/Pool Hall 4:10 a.m.

She moves quiet enough, but there weren't no mistakin' her for someone else, that's for damn sure. She smells too good to ever let that happen - like black licorice, all spicy and dark. Didn't expect the kiss though. Soft mouth half over his lips, half on his beard, that little suckle - like she had some idea in her head that he was a tasty treat. Tìan xiâo de how she ever got that notion.

Did she take the long way back to the dorms on purpose? With one eye cracked open, he watches her walk away, admiring the shapeliness, the stride, even the light in her hair. Be damned if she isn't the most amazin' thing he's seen in a coon's age. Whoever that Xiang fella was that left her, he's daì ruò mù ji, no gettin' around it.

*POOF

Rowan's Move - Supplemental:
LOCATION: Passageway to Catwalk to Dorms

Rowan decides to take the long way around on the forward stairs, just to stretch her legs a bit. She's on the upward landing when she catches a glimpse of someone moving around and pauses to watch the fella from the Hara Cary - Thorne was his name - go one way, then Damon come from Shuttle 2 and cross the catwalks to head up the other. Waiting until they're gone, she descends and crosses to the common area and up the ramp to her room, tiptoeing past the Shepherd's as she hears his light snoring. Setting the cue case aside, she pulls her duffle bag out from under the bed, and opens it. Snuggling the money pouch down one side of the diffle, she digs down to the bottom and produces a book. Gray cover with a blue gray spine, a black satin cord bookmark dangles from just inside the front cover. Opening it, she glances over the detailed map of a Chinese family compound from earth that was. Turning a couple

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DRAGONFLYDIRECTOR

Friday, March 26, 2004 10:32 PM

INTERLUDE #2 Part 1
NEW HOKKAIDO - ORBIT
As ...

At New Hokkaido Control's instruction, Hlastoni slotted the Rubicon into the outer perimeter holding flight pattern. The battered looking engineering tug changed vectors with the grace of living creature.

Hlastoni garnered no satisfaction from his skills nor the whistle of appreciation from N.H. Control. Nothing was more important than controlled precision -- in all things. It was as simple as that. Controlled Precise Response.

From the rear, drifted the voice of Corzaire Jax. He was telling yet another lengthy tale to the diminutive cleaner, Tilde.

They made a perfect pair. Jax continually overflowed with chatter, facts, figures and even fantasy. If Hlastoni would deign to listen, he may have found Jax's anecdotes amusing.

Tilde, on the other hand, was the consummate listener. She would focus on the speakers face, her own bearing the innocent expression of a simple child. She would often ask the speaker simplistic yet invariably penetrating questions. Although at this moment she was quietly swept up in Jax's tale of derring do in the rescue of Viela from the brig.

'So many years ago', Hlastoni thinks as a fragment of Jax's story filtered clear of the various ship chirps, clicks and hums to wash over his conscious. An involuntary flash from Hlastoni's memory briefly overrode his vision. Stuttered images of the harried breakout shuttered across his mind's eye. With a practiced skill, he carefully stowed their images and their concurrent emotional content away into a well worn section of his subconscious.

The incoming wave signal from N.H. Control begged for Hlastoni's attention.

N.H. Control
singsong female Chinese voice over headset
"Flight 66-Rubicon, Control. Please remand helm to Control. Control out."

Hlastoni
gruff matter-of-fact tenor
"Control, Flight 66-Rubicon. Helm remanded. Flight 66-Rubicon out."

With naught to do but watch the scenery, Hlastoni diverted his attention by considering Tilde. She was a very strange bird, normally quiet and almost invisible. Did a helluva job at cleaning and organization. Hlastoni was sure she could make an Alliance Training Instructor weep with joy at the shininess of her attention to detail.

The only reason she was with them on this weapon retrieval was that the Captain had allowed it. Upon hearing the pickup was to be at new Hokkaido, she had apparently had informed Captain Rahn that on that particular planet there was a client she had a prior commitment to. Something about a full cleaning and reorganization of a business of some sort. The Captain asked no questions, and automatically allowed her to join Jax and Hlastoni on this, a simple job.

Apparently, she would be gone for a few weeks. She had assured Viela that she could catch up to the Chimera, even if the contract lasted longer than agreed fortnight.

Hlastoni sighed and settled back into the pilots chair to get a quick 15 minute 'zone-out'. Still, he had one eye slitted and observing the control panel.

Under N.H. Control's electronic guidance, the Rubicon swiftly winged it's way closer to the next holding orbit. Rubicon's rough and rusted exterior belied it's speed and precise maneuvering as she slid into her assigned flight slot.

END OF INTERLUDE #2 Pt.1

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