RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 13
POSTED BY: Channain
UPDATED: Monday, April 5, 2004 14:04
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MERZ Move
LOCATION - BRIDGE
Merz enters the bridge area, glad that the Captain is on deck.
"Good morning, Captain Reynolds. How stands the day? Do you need me as a watch stander and if so, when. If I have a bit of time free, I could use someone to show me the laundry facility."
Nothing could induce her to admit that she has never actually done laundry - she can learn.
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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GYRFALCON - IN TRANSIT
As ...
Quote:SIMON awakes with a jolt as a series of clicks from the forward sensor suite crack the stillness of the Gyrfalcon's cockpit. The dream of RIVER trying to teach him to dance still warm and cozy in his memory.
River shows Simon her dance.
YR: You try it ge-ge.
YS: River, honey, I can't...
The cabin fades away, back to the clock...
Seeing that BRINK still has the pilots position aptly filled, SIMON nestles back to enjoy the warm unfocused muzzyness of just waking. Images behind his closed eyelids flash and flitter like so many unbound butterflies. One image begins to dominated the others - KAYLEE. Her image kept supplanting each memory fragment until, much like the child's flip book movieola, the disparate images snap slowly then faster and faster until they blend into a coherent cinematic flow. A soft mental rewind brings SIMON to a shocking realization: this was the last minutes he had spent with KAYLEE before he abandoned Serenity.
Quote:SIMON nods mutely as he stands frozen in the door. KAYLEE notices and states
LOCATION - ENGINE ROOM
As ...
SIMON stands in the ENGINE ROOM door frame, hesitant to enter the empty room. Suddenly, KAYLEE drops down from the ceiling with her back to him.
KAYLEE turns her head slightly, her eyes glazing over a bit. The engine is turning slowly...Wash must have left it in idle for a quick getaway. Her eyes snap down to a unit below the floor. A frown crosses her face as she picks up her wrench and starts to bang on it.
"Piece of go-se....this ain't th' time....oh, come ON already..." Taking a
breath, her head tilts again. "Ah, that's much better."
Turning to toss her wrench into her toolbox, she sees Simon standing in the
doorway.
"Oh....uh.....hi, Doctor. Didn't hear ya come in." Nervously, she runs a
smeared hand through her hair. "Fix that Rowan girl up?"
KAYLEE
"Come on in, nuthin is gonna bite."
At least KAYLEE hopes their isn't going to be a flare up from SIMON.
He smiles and moves forward. As he gets closer to KAYLEE his stance and stride become more confident and at ease. As he reaches her, he looks deep into her eyes. His own eyes are open to his very soul as he musters the strength to toss the dice and place his heart at KAYLEE's mercy.
SIMON
softly and with a very slight hesitant pace
Umm, I would very much like to talk with you. If you have the time"
EOM
OOC:
I know, I know ... that was just a tease ...
I have had a long day and am pooped ...Hey Boomer! If ya want to respond in this flashback - go ahead. If ya haven't I'll just press on with it tomorrow. Send me an email if ya have any ideas ya want to bat around.
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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OOC: Hmm... maybe the time idea was not so great cuz now we have a problem... it was 4:15 when Damon was in the galley on his way to the bridge and now its 5:30. Geezer, Debs, could you guys edit that? Sorry, I take back the whole I thought that if we both state the time that we are there that it would avoid confusion thing.
Damon's turn:
LOCATION - BRIDGE
Damon approaches the bridge and hears the familiar voice of Merz talking to the captain.
Quote:
"Good morning, Captain Reynolds. How stands the day? Do you need me as a watch stander and if so, when. If I have a bit of time free, I could use someone to show me the laundry facility."
Damon stands just outside the bridge, leaning against the doorway as he waits for Mal to finish with Merz. He spoons another bite of food in his mouth and starts wondering about his own laundry situation.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Location: Dreamstate
Inara sighs and rolls over, fighting the urge to waken--her lids flicker a bit, then are still-she rests once again, one arm flung over her face, one slim leg peeking from beneath her robe.
ooc taking an RP break still :)
*gives the thumbs-up to Geezer*
Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss
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INTERLUDE ONE Part 2
LOCATION - NEW HOKKAIDO DOCKS, LANCELOT's LANDING BERTH
As ...
NICO paused at the hatch and let his pupils softly dilate to adapt to the strong sunshine bathing the New Hokkaido port city of Tomokomai. Satisfied he was now prepared, he stooped low and crossed the threshold from the Lancelot to the open-air ramp leading to the ground.
Not moving his head NICO, swept the crowd with his steady gaze. He noted the flow and surge of the people thronging the docks and off-world market. He focuses on a brightly colored poster that was announcing a Faire nearby to the docks. He closes his eyes to pull up a mental image of the maps of New Hokkaido he had studied. "There" he thinks, "Tha verra place I ra'quire."
Curious children formed a bow wave around NICO has he crested through the mass of humanity towards his goal. The children were actually opening a swath before NICO's assured tread.
Many minutes later and many more children and a few piqued adults added to NICO's impromptu legion of the curious.
Just outside the Faire and in a huge blistering hot open waiting area, NICO stops. Only moving his eyes, he glances up at the tattered remnants of a tent roof for this large shallow dish of an amphitheater. There is a massive fountain at the center, many meters away from the entry arch. Dozens of people were utilizing the the obviously overworked well, but they still looked hot as they languished in the meager shade until they could mover closer to the cooling spray of this ailing water supply.
Smoothly rotating his head a precise 45 degrees to port, NICO takes in an abandoned section of the amphitheater. Though he knew it to be mostly an illusion, it seemed that the heat waves were more intense in that area than anywhere else. The dearth of occupants also spoke of a location too intense for just anybody to settle into.
NICO allows himself a small smile of appreciation directed towards the creator and its sense of balance in all things.
During this short inspection, NICO's crowd becomes restive, starting to drift off in boredom or chattering to each other about other strange things they have seen here at the dockyard and newly errected Faire.
Still carrying the small smile, it subtly changes from appreciation to one of humor. NICO thinks Always I ha ta live 'Th' Show', th' word iz'na enuff ta motivate thez pur fallowers. He strides to the large fountain and inspects a suddenly cleared area of the ledge.
Huge 3'x3'x3' cropped tip triangular slabs of a polished black and gray granite nestle together in a repeating pattern. Adjusting his rucksack to his left shoulder, NICO wraps a huge hand around one of the outer truncated tips of the 10 inch thick slab. With a bunching of muscles in his forearm and right shoulder, NICO pries free his slab from the others with only a slight puff of dust.
Carrying the slab like a suitcase, NICO strides, alone towards the hot spot. His crowd is now stunned speechless and motionless. Either at the immense strength just showcased or at the sheer audacity of this giant of a man.
At the sixth row of seats formed into the ringed stone, NICO stops again. Carefully he places the slab upright on one of the long sides and balanced on the 'seat' of stone. After dropping his ruk behind the vertical slab, and with an easy hop, NICO perches upon the stone with one foot on either side of the apex. Adding to his imposing height, the additional 5 feet of bench and slab made NICO seem to loom over the entire amphitheater.
After a few second of closing his eyes and baring his face to the sun, NICO clears his throat with a soft yet dust rumbling "ahem". He remains with his face still upturned and eyes closed.
The entirety of the assembled crowd adruptly focuses on NICO.
The light falling on him seems to burn away a barely perceptible grayish fog surrounding him. This has the effect of revealing NICO for inspection by the more distrustful of the throng.
The vision
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INTERLUDE TWO Part 2
LOCATION - NEW HOKKAIDO PRE-ENTRY ORBITAL INSPECTION DOCKS
Inside the Marshal's Office
As ...
The MARSHALL is seated at his desk, HLASTONI stands with his arms folded. His hood of his flight suit creased neatly across his shoulders and his goggles/breather nestled in its holster on his chest. His attitude is one of restrained and controlled snapping of ones patient sanity. His stance and an occasional rippling of his jaw muscles are the scant indicators of his wound up mental state.
CORZAIRE JAX is standing with papers clenched in his fist, the only indication of his rising anger. His voice very quiet and controlled as he questions the MARSHALL.
JAX
"We have our permits and clearances and I have acquiesced in all of the other stipulations and other variant improbable criteria. with a slip of composure and allowing sarcasm to sneak into his tone "And paid ALL of the associated fees, tariffs, licenses and ... tips." the last word is grated out as if it cost flesh and blood for JAX to say it.
The MARSHALL grins at JAX's momentary loss of control. He waves to the pile of platinum coin on his desk and says in his peculiar nasal swinish wheeze...
MARSHALL
"Diz here ull buy ya zum lezzway. Butz I ztill haz ta check yer bona-fidez. Lezzen ya got a bet'er method of suzpeedin' yerselfz along."
Greed fairly oozes from the MARSHALS every pore as he leers up at JAX. However, JAX is momentarly lost in the reflected sparkling of the coins. The flashes of light dancing merrily across the multiple fold and greasy creases of the many chins dangling beneath the MARSHALL's lips and jaw like a grotesquely inflamed wattle.
Shaking himself free of the hypnotic lights and horridly quivering gelid flesh, JAX shakes his head in the negative. The MARSHALL sighs and scoops up his coins and waddles to the closed office door. He then makes a production of turning around in stages, maneuvering his bulk in tiny steps.
After getting no response for his theatrical effort from either JAX or HLASTONI, the MARSHALL shrugs and truns again and struggles out the door.
MARSHALL
over his shoulder and in a peevish whine
"I b zeeing to yer bona'z here is a zec, gotta drop a load of ferta'lizer inna can first."
After the MARSHAL exits, JAX uncharacteristically pops the door with one hand and it slams with a heavy thud.
JAX
in a strained high pitched rant
"Of all the smeg swilling ... ignorant gimboyd ... lemur molesting ... Camel urine sucking ... Ga'shite-nas!"
HLASTONI
in his dry and bored tenor, with NO hint of mirth
"Gesundheit" He shifts position slightly and peers thru slitted eyes and in a sideways manner at JAX "We're going to be late for the transfer. CAPTAIN RAHN and THORNE will not be amused." HALSTONI blinks a single time and continues "And you would not want to disappoint TILDE, now would you?"
JAX gives an all suffering grimace towards HLASTONI. He then looks heavenward as if asking the Gods to strike this leather clad heathen with a bolt of lightining. In HLASTONI's case, preferably bolts - plural - of massive damming and huge amounts of amprage containing holy fire from the blue heavens above.
When no such Godly retribution is generated in response to his unspoken plea, JAX drops his chin to his chest and emits an explosive, resigned sigh.
JAX
weakly and without force
"Sod off, you testosterone poisoned git."
HLASTONI
with a slight tilt of his head and a stern reprimanding tone lacking any hint of comedy
"Language, Squire ... language."
END OF INTERLUDE TWO
OOC:
I think I got the stuff I needed to foreshadow finished in these 2 interludes. At least till the mini begins! 
I am working my way up to fashon the all important and highly anticipated "Kaylee and Simon Encounter" flashback continuance.
*Cap'n
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MAL's MOVE:
LOCATION: BRIDGE
MERZ: "Good morning, Captain Reynolds. How stands the day? Do you need me as a watch stander and if so, when? If I have a bit of time free, I could use someone to show me the laundry facility."
[MAL's first reaction is shame, since he's obviously asleep on watch and dreaming the image of MERZ, standing at parade rest, wearing nothing but skin. He shakes his head, but the image remains, and he slowly realizes that he's awake, and a beautiful naked woman is standing there awaiting his orders.]
MAL: "Wu de ma! Well...Uh...Laundry first I'm thinkin'. And then put some of it on. We tend to wear clothes on this boat, mostly. All that outfit'll do is have you fightin' JAYNE off with a stick an' givin' Shepherd Book a case 'o the vapours. The laundry's down off the common room, next to the lavatory, so run an' get you some cleanin' up done now. But first stop by your bunk and wrap a blanket or somethin' 'round you. When you get that done come see me, an' we'll talk about your duties."
EOM
Wu de ma - Mother of God
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - BRIDGE
Quote:
Originally posted by Geezer:
MAL: "Wu de ma! Well...Uh...Laundry first I'm thinkin'...
Damon looks up when he hears Mal's reaction. Merz is standing completely naked with her back to him.
Tzao gao...
He feels his face go red and he quickly diverts his eyes back to the empty bowl in his hands. Despite the fact that she is much older than he is, he can't help but be reminded of how long it has been since he was last with a woman. A long gorram time.
The woman has guts to walk around like that on a boat full of strangers.
Mal finishes talking and both wait for Merz's responce.
Tzao gao - shit
Wu de ma - Mother of God
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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MERZ move
LOCATION - BRIDGEAs...
MERZ cocks her head “Do I understand that you find my appearance inappropriate? Humm . . . I will remember it in the future. On my last posting, I was assured that among associates this was merely an indication of trust. I did not intend to distress anyone. I shall, of course, take care of this at once. My apologies Captain.”
She turns to leave the room, and is unsurprised to see DAMON behind her. His breathing had given him away. But before leaving the room, she pauses and looks back at MAL. “I do have one question, but the answer can wait until I return. What is a Shepherd?”
She nods to DAMON as she passes and returns to her bunk, shaking her head. * ich schwre, daß sie die richtlinien bilden, während sie entlang gehen. sie sind gerechtes verwirren mit meinem kopf
EOM
*I swear they are making up the rules as they go along. They are just messing with my head. (German)
OOC: this neither translated well nor translated back well. this is what I represent her as saying anyway
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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MAL's MOVE:
Location: Bridge
MERZ: “Do I understand that you find my appearance inappropriate? Humm . . . I will remember it in the future. On my last posting, I was assured that among associates this was merely an indication of trust. I did not intend to distress anyone. I shall, of course, take care of this at once. My apologies Captain. I do have one question, but the answer can wait until I return. What is a Shepherd?”
[MAL watches MERZ walk away with a mixture of enjoyment and puzzlement. What gorram kind of 'verse does this woman come from that she thinks walking around a ship buck naked is normal? And how could anyone not know about Shepherds? As MERZ moves out of sight, he finally registers that DAMON is standing in the door, blushing to the ears.]
MAL: "Well, put your eyes back in your head an' come in. At least you're dressed. An' you do know what a Shepherd is, right?"
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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