RP GR "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 15
POSTED BY: DireKtorsSmeagol
UPDATED: Monday, May 3, 2004 06:49
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LOCATION - MALs DORM
Noon-Thirty AMT
As ...
MAL's door bangs shut, nearly on JAYNE's arse. MAL stands there a moment with a relaxed grin on his face.
MAL
in an ironicall tone
"Huh, pain IS scary ... can be fun too."
MAL starts at that thought. He unfolds his hands from his arms and stares at them.
MAL
whispers gruffly
"What in the ten hells of being drowned upside down is going on? I actually tried to strain Jayne thu my ladder ... Heh. Tho it did have certain bit'a humor to it."
Mal turns, sets the chair upright and then drops heavily into it. Has things been so rocky that he was losing his cool? With all the bustle and fuss on Serenity for the past few days, MAL felt like he was slipping down a mudslide towards a smeg pit. His key was wound so tight, he felt that he would surely snap and the shards of his anger would cut everyone to ribbons. Especially himself, control of himself is all he really felt had. Nothing else mattered - it all ends.
All the while there was something itchin' and annoyin' at the back of his mind urinating on his concentration. MAL tries to focus on that in an attempt not to thing about other things ... or people ... person ... Inar-. He switches tracks, not liking where this was heading. The thing irritating his memory -- it was something he had either heard or read. Something special, different -- even unique. But try as he might, MAL couldn't remember what it was. Suddenly very achy and tired he supports his head with his right hand. MAL closes his eyes, seeking a little peace in the darkness behind his eyes.
EOM
OOC : probably dos'na make much sense ... sorry! should not post while tired and brain ded. 
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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MERZ move – supplemental
TIME 12:28 AMT
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
She has not been at it long. Not long enough for the real world to fade completely from her conscious mind. So when JAYNE enters the cargo bay, and makes a beeline for the weight bench, it is easy enough to stay out of his way, and not include the intruder in the shadowfight.
Later on, that option would not prove so easy.
MERZ considers stopping while another person is present, and drops the thought almost immediately. they do not own me anymore. let him see what he likes. i do not give go-se anymore.
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Thorne's Move:
Location: His Quarters
Time - 12:30 PM
THORNE has rechecked his preparations for the evening, and, finding everything satisfactory, is stretched out on his bunk, musing on the new information he gathered on the bridge.
Thorne: "Looks like the drop will go as planned, although HLASTONI has managed to find the most remote place in the system to do it. The man just loves to do things the hard way. Wonder if that means he's expecting trouble? Probably be a good idea to get the crew together for a little pep talk...or at least suggest that to the captain. Remember, Rosie, it's not your ship."
"Interesting revelations from MERZ. She knows Hlas; very well, I'd guess, and she was at Serenity Valley during the battle. That makes her Alliance, or at least Alliance-connected. And she's obviously been schooled and controlled from a young age. It's likely she's completely devoid of the basic social skills because she never learned them in the first place. Plus the fact that my empathic sense can't read her at all. Hmm, could be that the Alliance had another human-enhancement project on a seperate track from the one that produced me and RIVER. Ended up just as nasty, it seems."
"What to do after the deal's finished? Spend some time on New Hokkaido? Head back home? Might drop by Persephone and pick up my yacht. Guess I'll just leave my options open and wait for a sign. Now about tonight..."
Thinking of the evening with INARA, THORNE drifts into a light sleep.
EOM
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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ZOE'S MOVE
LOCATION - BRIDGE TO GALLEY/DINING ROOM
Quote:
WASH: "Serenity says it's 1230 on the display, I've got her on auto, let's do lunch, and maybe a little afternoon delight, before we go back to the bridge?"
ZOE chuckles lightly at WASH's leer and leans in for his small peck on her cheek.
ZOE: "Sounds like a plan I can get behind, dear."
As she follows WASH to the door, ZOE sees JAYNE over WASH's shoulder, making a bee line for the cargo bay.
WASH: "What's eating him? He looks like he needs a nice vacation... maybe with a companion... help him to relax."
ZOE shakes her head at the image of JAYNE with a Companion.
ZOE (laughter in her voice): "That's a rather unsettlin' thought, husband. Do Inara a kindness and don't mention it to him. Matter of fact, I'd consider it a personal favor... Now, what about that lunch you were promisin'?"
Leaving unsaid the manner of payment for that favor, ZOE gives WASH a gentle shove out the bridge door and they walk down to the galley.
End Move.
~A~
...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.
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Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
12:35 PM
Too many gorram people on this boat. Can't find me a speck of privacy. Jayne does his best to ignore the woman dancing in the cargo bay, and keeps his back to her so she doesn't get a look at his face.
Jayne mutters inaudibly to himself, grunting a few syllables out loud every time he hoists the 50lbs to his chin. "...shuh muh... ...I'm na... ...no ruttin'... ...son of... ...gorram... ...thinkin'..."
Sounds from the catwalk catch Jayne's attention. He tilts his head slightly and glances up to find Rowan, walking quickly away from Inara’s shuttle. Jayne lowers his arm and lets the dumbbell drop to the floor. 'Nara? he thinks, his eyes becoming wider as his mind conjures wicked scenarios of what Rowan has done to her. Jayne stands, no longer concerned about hiding his face. Just 'cause the Cap'n can't see what's goin' on don't mean I'm gonna sit on my thumbs an' ignore this!
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Rowan's Move:
LOCATION – From INARAs SHUTTLE to CATWALKS
12:35 PM
Rowan moves out quickly, before she can change her mind and rush back. It’s been an awfully long time since she’s been touched with any true tenderness, but as tempting as it is there is also the danger of losing herself to it. It’s one thing to let go in the midst of a meaningless tryst with a fella who won’t bother to think about waving after. To experience the kind of emotional stimulus a companion can render without half trying could very well be her undoing. The only way she’s been able to maintain her strength for so long is by avoiding even the hint of that kind of involvement, and that’s exactly what she’s telling herself as she makes her way aft across the catwalks.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Merz moving fluidly through some martial discipline disguised as a dance. Completely focused, her movements continue uninterrupted causing Rowan to wish briefly that she could find that level of concentration again. Been a long time since she found peace of mind, even on a superficial level.
As she descends the stairs near the common area, Rowan is surprised to see Jayne. Standing with arms folded, and a smug look on his handsome face, he certainly looks about ten times more alert than the last time she saw him.
ROWAN: "Ni hao da jia huo! Nice to see you making use of your boots for a change."
EOM
End Location: CARGO BAY
Ni hao da jia huo – basically "Hi there big fella"
OOC: My hand to The Great Whoever, http://www.formosa-translation.com/chinese/ had “fella” in its database.
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Slight takes a deep breath. The empty bottle of whiskey lays testiment to the past hour he has spent. He slowly rises in the shuttle. Despite the rather large amount of alcohol in him, his movements are still assured as he sets down at the console.
Better at least tell Reynolds he's on his way.
Slight thinks better of it, and decides to wave Thorne instead. Might not want to aggravate that captain any time soon. From what he had seen, the man could use a break. From what little Slight knew of such situations, however, such breaks came rarely, if ever.
Slight starts up the Cortex, and then reconsiders. He's seen Thorne's mind, and knows his preferences. No reason he can't hack up the old messages received by Thorne.
Slight begins to type away at the Cortex. Hlastoni. Name means nothing. Spot three, previous mail, three options. Time and place.
Slight's sitting on the bird getting him there, so he doesn't have to worry about that. Slight sends a private message to Candy, informing her of thge dustoff that he needs to go to. She'll go there, and ask no questions about. Chances are she wants to help him. . .get as far away from her. She wants nothing more to with her past, and he can't blame her. Pity. He could use all the help he could get taking out the Academy.
Slight opens the door of the shuttle, and moves down to the catwalk, lighting a cigarette. No rest for wicked.
You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.
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Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
12:39 PM
ROWAN
Ni hao da jia huo! Nice to see you making use of your boots for a change.
Nien ching duh's makin' fun of me now. Took me down real easy, didn't she? Jayne meets Rowan at the bottom of the stairs. As Rowan closes the gap between them, both notice something different about each other. The sides of Jayne's face and forehead are imprinted with red, linear marks.
JAYNE
Parroting Rowan's thoughts out loud
What the guai happened to your face?
Jayne stares at Rowan, his eyes shifting left and right. It is obvious he is just noticing her true eye colour for the first time, and he is certainly not showering her with more compliments. Far from it, he seems to be keeping his distance, his eyes locked on Rowan's and his expression one of... anger?
Nien ching duh = little girl
Guai = Devil
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Rowan's Move
LOCATION - CARGO BAY
12:39 PM
As she approaches and gets a good look at him, Rowan decides he looks like someone smished his face against the deck plating. Or maybe one of the access ladders – only it’s fairly recent because it sure wasn’t there last night. Who did he manage to piss off enough to get strong-armed for it?
JAYNE What the guai happened to your face?
Took the words right out of her mouth.
ROWAN (frowning): "I got pounded on by that fafeng lâotou someone was dumb enough to let loose on this boat – but you..."
Gesturing to his face, she's about to tell him that the bruising he's going to end up with could be tricky to explain to the next whorehouse he might venture into. Then she realizes he's taking in her eyes for the first time, and if that scowl is any indication, his reaction to the god-awful color is going to be vastly different from the others she received that morning. Seems like his dander might be up about something else too, and it sets her hackles prickling.
ROWAN (acerbically): "You got something to say to me shuai nan hai?"
EOM
fafeng lâotou = crazy old geezer
Shuai nan hai = she just called him "pretty boy."
OOC: The Jayne quote is done using a font color instead of the *quote* html - I like it much bettahrer. Thanks for showing me the way SJ!
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - GALLEY
Damon looks up as Zoe and Wash enter the galley.
"Either of you know where a 'cup' is?" He points to the instructions on the box to clarify.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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