RP GR "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 15

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MERCEDESTROY

Sunday, May 2, 2004 1:27 PM

MERZ move
LOCATION - CATWALKS
TIME 13:02 AMT

MERZ is not far into her acrobatics, but moving well and contented with her body’s responses, after too many months on the run and without the luxury of regular exercise periods. These people have made it clear that whatever she was or is, she is welcome here and now. It is so much easier to relax and be herself. She knows she is still in for a fair bit of confusing and possibly offending people, but time and practice will help her to correct these lapses. Lack of patience is not one of her flaws.

There is an increase of activity below. MERZ can hear footsteps; conversation. But she is too far away to really hear anything and all she can smell up here is dust, machine oil, tequila, and the ozone tang that is part of the air of all enclosed craft. Nothing she can hear causes alarms to go off.

From below, she hears DAMON "Cap'n wants a meeting here at 3. He also said I should help you here with the cargo and tequila, Jayne. I'll be back in a minute."

MERZ ponders. Stop now, and help move cargo – that is exercise of a sort too? No, not just yet. Training too far behind now, really need to finish this – can’t afford to lose conditioning. Just because she has left her team, does not mean her skills will never again be needed. Her contribution to Serenity, as crew, will be to maintain her skills, to strive to be at her best. And that means, for now, to keep her physical abilities at peak.

She performs a series of back-flips terminating in a one-armed handstand, while pondering. Thirty more minutes of this, then break to assist with cargo, and clean up and change before meeting.

Sounds good.

She sets her internal clock for .30 and sinks back into the routine.

EOM
TIME 13:05 AMT

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

SAINT JAYNE

Sunday, May 2, 2004 4:17 PM

Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
1:08 PM

Inara glides away from Jayne as he turns and marches in the other direction. Leaning over the comm stand, he fiddles with the controls and barks into it.

JAYNE
"Kaylee. Y'alright, girl? Haven't seen y'all day. I'm gonna be lockin' up the cargo bay afore we meets with the Cap'n, an' spacing this foul-smelling jiu. When I give the word, I wancha ta set the atmo-feed to pull the O₂ and pump the fumes in here from the resta the ship."

Jayne looks up to see if that finally got the dancing lady's attention. Not so much as a funny look. She is engaged in an intense acrobatic workout, and Jayne can't help but watch her. He really feels badly not having paid for this, a display of unbelievable power for such a small frame; woman pushing herself beyond her own human limitations. Beautiful. Somehow that gets him all charged up.

Eyes still locked on the free show, Jayne leans back into the comm.

JAYNE
"Wash. I'm gonna need ta lock down the cargo bay in about an hour to space this mess. When I give the word, get the crew an' passengers what don't need ta be on the bridge ta meet in the galley or 'Nara's shuttle fer a head count. Then Kaylee sucks the O₂ an' we open the airlock."

Jayne and Damon get down to work. Once Damon finishes with the manageable loads, Jayne gets him to restack them to his liking and secure them to the wall, ceiling and floor beams with the ample chain found in the room. Jayne himself positions several hydrolic-lift wheels under the larger loads and pushes them to the wall with the mule.

Jiu = booze

CAPNRAHN

Sunday, May 2, 2004 5:35 PM

LOCATION - BRIDGE
0101 hrs/1:01 PM AMT {Relatively speaking}
As ...

Wash meanders into the Bridge and flops into the newly minted gunners chair. He wriggles around unconsciously as if the chair isn't comfortable. After a second of adjusting, He does a quick glance at the instruments.

Mal looks back to Rowan and holds up a finger in pause.

MAL
in a congenial tone containing a whiff of humorous intent
"Hold on to that thought Miss, I got'ta talk to my poor over-worked, over-hormoned pilot for a sec."

Mal moves over to the other side of the Bridge. He stops and lays a hand on the opposite side of the gunners chair headrest. Crouching and facing Wash, Mal's positioning blocks Wash's view of Rowan. His left arm drapes across the back of the chair as if Mal had a companionable arm around Wash himself.

MAL
eyes flint hard and in a tight and almost pained whisper, his voice only carrying a couple feet
"Been needin' to ask you something. ... pauses to stare Wash straight in the eye... You and the crew lookin' to have a new captain on this here boat? If you and the rest have lost enough respect for me to allow a stranger to make orders on my bridge without my say-so, I can't but believe I need replacin'. If that is the situation, I do herby resign."

Wash's studied blank look dissolves into a dazed and confused expression as he assimilates exactly what Mal as said. Mal waits until Wash's shock wears off and he tries to speak.

MAL
eyes glittering with barely contained humor
"Naw, I paid good plat for this ship. ... shakes his head in a comically serious manner ... Instead, how 'bout we see if the new seat-belts work in a flat spin?"

Mal stands up and back in a snap. His left arm flinging the chair in a counter clockwise motion, spinning Wash like a top. Wash's form blurs with the chair's into a cyclone of blended color.

MAL
with feigned shock and wonder
"Whoa - good bearings! Durn, fergot to fasten the buckles. Ah well, we'll do it next time."

MAL turns back to Rowan, as he attempts to stifle a huge grin. Behind him Wash is still attempting to stay in the chair and slow the spin. Valiantly remaining seated, Wash's revolutions begin to slow. Mal notes Rowan's expression and explains with eyebrows raised and a tiny grin ...

MAL
lilt in voice
"Training exercise and seat bearing check. Viva the revolution."

EOM 0103hrs/1:03 PM

OOC
I am just putting in timeticks as a reference for me. As Ciara sez -- time is relative! So don't feel you have to get too hung up on time.

"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"

MERCEDESTROY

Sunday, May 2, 2004 5:46 PM

MERZ move

LOCATION - CARGO BAY
TIME 13:35

*Time Mercedes*

MERZ comes out of her last move upright, poised and focused. Calm even. JAYNE and DAMON are still below, shifting and securing cargo. MERZ trots down the stairway, collecting her footwear on the way by and slinging it back over her shoulder.

Easy enough to fall into the pattern of what the boys are doing, and lend a hand. She listens carefully to JAYNE’s stories and jokes. All input is useful.

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

SAINT JAYNE

Sunday, May 2, 2004 7:34 PM

Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
1:38 PM

As Merz approaches the two sweaty men, she finds Damon tightening chain with a hoist and Jayne positioning hydrolic-lift wheels under one few remaining boxes in the middle of the hold.

JAYNE
loudly finishing the punchline to a joke
"...an' the guy says, 'that ain't my pecker, he's better trained than that!'"

Jayne roars in laughter, slapping the side of the cargo container. Damon is a good worker who responds to Jayne's orders with immediate action. He doesn't talk much, but that doesn't stop Jayne, who really needs to feel good for a while. He hasn't laughed so hard since he conned Simon into getting into that space suit when he was new on board.

GEEZER

Sunday, May 2, 2004 9:10 PM

Thorne's Move

Location: Upper passage/ Bridge:

1:05PM

THORNE gets no response from MAL's Comm, and understands why when he hears the Captain's voice coming from the bridge. He walks toward the bow and climbs the bridge stair. MAL is standing behind a queazy-looking WASH in the gunner's chair. ROWAN is sitting in the pilot's chair, smiling at some joke he just missed.

Thorne: "Captain, if you have a minute, I'd like to talk about the drop tomorrow. Based on where the coordinates will put us, I have a hunch that we might want to go in locked and loaded."

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

SQUEE

Sunday, May 2, 2004 9:49 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY

Quote:
Originally posted by Saint Jayne:
JAYNE
loudly finishing the punchline to a joke
"...an' the guy says, that ain't my pecker, he's better trained than that!'"

Damon's grin breaks into laughter at Jayne's joke. Listening to Jayne laugh only makes him laugh harder. He shakes his head and leans against the container for a moment to catch his breath.

At first he was concerned that's Jayne's conversation would lead to questions that Damon didn't want to answer, but he was pleased to find that Jayne is more interested in keeping them entertained.

Damon wipes the tears and sweat from his face on the back of his sleeve still smiling. It felt good to laugh. He turns back to his work and sees Merz watching them.

"Hey, Merz, care to join us? We could use another heavy lifter."

JAYNE
"Why? She good at this kinda thing?"

Damon smiles. "Well, she handled the capn's cannon well enough."

Both of them burst into laughter again, their laughter rolling through the ship.

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

MERCEDESTROY

Monday, May 3, 2004 12:07 AM

MERZ move

LOCATION - CARGO BAY

JAYNE. . . he's better trained than that!

MERZ looks at the laughing men, very confused. She has no idea what that means, or why it is amusing to DAMON and JAYNE. There has to be a joke there somewhere, but MERZ just has not gotten the hang of humor yet. DAMON notices her approach.

DAMON Hey, Merz, care to join us? We could use another heavy lifter.

JAYNE Why? She good at this kinda thing?

DAMON Well, she handled the capn's cannon well enough.

They go off laughing again, clutching their sides, heads rolled back. MERZ sighs. She knows she is missing something and has long associated other people’s laughter with something called enjoyment. Which is just a word to her. No one has really been able to explain to her how to ‘enjoy’ something. And there is something to their smell that leads her to believe this may actually be some form of a ‘dirty’ joke – another concept she does not comprehend. And possibly at her expense?

Does not matter. They seem friendly enough and she did come down to be of assistance. She nods and attempts to laugh with them. “Sure guys, what do you need me to do?”

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

DECOY

Monday, May 3, 2004 1:33 AM

Wash is moving:
LOCATION - BRIDGE Rotating Fast, Bridge, Bridge Rotating Slower, Bbrriiddggee Stop

Wash: (at end of the discipline spin, quietly to self, possibly to Mal) Permission to hurl, sir... (To Mal, directly) This conversation could go round n' round, but it comes to this... I'm sorry, I reacted, instead of thinking... We as a team could have done that exercise with much more flash, sir... So…

(Bracing in the chair)

Wash: (With a look of slight mischief) Please don’t resign, sir it’s always Gorram hard to break in a new captain. I think it’s only appropriate to say:

Spin me sir, spin me hard... But can I have Rex first, I need a hug.

(Time tick: Afternoon, there are numbers here, but they could be anything)

EOM?

Decoy, they make me go first.

CIARA

Monday, May 3, 2004 2:25 AM

As she enters the galley, Inara hears echoes of speech from the hallway adjacent to the bridge.

She rummages through a few cupboards, finally coming across a small packet proclaiming the contents give the diner "much well and smooth happiness!" Chuckling at the strange advertisement, Inara grabs a much-abused piece of fruit from the counter and heads toward the voices. The contents of the package turn out to be small blue-tinged crackers shaped like suns. Inara pops one into her mouth every few steps.

she emerges from the hallway, and enters the bridge. Thorne is standing just adjacent to the doorway, and Rowan is perched lightly on the second pilot's chair. Inara gives a demure nod to Thorne, who returns it.

Mal seems to be playing some odd sort of game with Wash, the pilot's toes skidding on the deckplates, his chair's spinning coming to a halt as she approaches the pilot's console.

MAL"Training exercise and seat bearing check. Viva the revolution."

Inara smirks: "if that squeaky old chair is all that stands between us and certain doom, I fear for us all."

Wash gives Inara one of his trademark silly grins, his blonde hair seeming to protrude from his head more than usual, and turns back to Mal

Wash: (With a look of slight mischief) Please don’t resign, sir it’s always Gorram hard to break in a new captain.

Inara, deciding not to dwell on the prospect of "breaking" Malcom Reynolds in, turns to Rowan, Jayne's directive echoing in her mind.

While the men are engrossed in what is certainly a very deep conversation involving revolutions and plastic dinosaurs, Inara stoops close to Rowan's ear.

INARA softly:
There has been a call for you in my shuttle, Rowan...you asked me to inform you when it came.

To make sure Rowan has no choice but to follow her lead, Inara straightens and says a bit louder: Why of course, Rowan..if you'd follow me back to my shuttle we can discuss it further.

Inara gives Rowan an encouraging smile and turns to exit the bridge.

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

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