RP GR "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 16
POSTED BY: DireKtorsSmeagol
UPDATED: Wednesday, May 19, 2004 22:54
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River walks out a little and focuses on Damon. She says in a clear voice, as if acting:
"To sleep, perchance to dream. Awaken from this dream, Damon, and enter into this brave new world."
She waits for a reaction from Damon.
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Okay, reference time! 
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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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Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - GALLEY
It's a technique he has down better than any other: evade the enemy and run like hell. Perfected after years of practice, he pushes passed Book, keeping his arms and cloths free from the other man's grip, and runs for the door. Damon sprints at an unbelievable speed, fueled by his powerful build and instinct for survival. Moving so fast, it is difficult for him to stop or dodge as the menacing, bear-like form of Jayne steps out from around the corner.
Jayne thrusts forward his empty hand, catching Damon ruthlessly by the throat. Damon's head is held motionless as his legs flail out from under him, and he plumets to the metal floor decking aided by the strength of Jayne's arm.
Recovering in an instant on his back, Damon claws at Jayne's iron grip and maneuvers one arm around Jayne's to pry it off. It would take more than being choked and stunned to stop him. The knee digging heavily into his chest and the sound of a pistol cocking round off the list nicely, however, and Damon stops resisting to stare up at the serious expression on Jayne's face.
JAYNE
"Goin' somewhere?"
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Inara rises to her feet at the curt knock at her door--the small metallic sound seeming very loud in the silence that had fallen over her shuttle.
Realizing she's been studying the nondescript box on her leg, Inara hurries to secret it away, and moves to the door.
Inara straightens her robe and opens the door.
****that was a teaser! teehee****
Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss
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Damon’s turn:
LOCATION - GALLEY
Damon’s mind is already trying to figure out the fastest route to his shuttle. He barely hears River’s voice behind him:
Quote:
"To sleep, perchance to dream. Awaken from this dream, Damon, and enter into this brave new world."
Before he has time to process her words, Jayne jumps out in front of him. A collision is prevented as Jayne thrusts his empty hand forward, catching Damon ruthlessly by the throat.
The next thing he knows, Damon hits the hard floor of the galley with Jayne’s hand still gripping his throat. He claws at Jayne’s hand and maneuvers an arm around Jayne's to pry it off. Just as he manages to loosen Jayne’s hand enough to pull a breath, Jayne’s knee drives it from him as it lands heavily on his chest. His already broken ribs scream in protest to the weight being forced on them.
Come on, don’t do this now…
The sound of a pistol cocking breaks his concentration. He looks up to see Jayne’s gun only inches away from his head.
Tzao gao…
He stares up at Jayne for a few moments, not moving. But seeing the lethal look in Jayne’s eyes gives him pause and he slowly lowers his hands. He feels his veins pulsing rapidly beneath the large hand threatening to crush his windpipe.
Quote:
Originally posted by Saint Jayne:
JAYNE: "Goin' somewhere?"
Part of him is tempted to just let Jayne shoot him. Dying in a fight for your freedom seems like a much better way to go than any death on Dis. Dying of his injuries in a stuffy mine, by Crofton’s hand, or perhaps even his own… But no, the fight isn’t over, not yet. He will continue to fight as long as there is breath in his lungs. But despite his determination, he cannot keep the fear from his eyes. Once again, his life is in someone elses hands.
tzao gao = shit/damn it
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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LOCATION - DINING ROOM
As ...
Mal slides forward, unwilling to interfere with Books gambit. However, Mal moves right to block Damon from rabbiting the that direction. In a flurry, Damon spins from Book and begins to hop up the stairs. Mal, facing the aft hatch, gets only a split secound to begin to run before Book can fully turn to engage in pursuit. Before either of them reach the stairs Jayne materilizes outside the hatch and catches Damon by the gullet in one meaty hand.
With ease, Jayne literally lifts Damon up into the air and holds him there. Jayne then takes a single step over the sill and proceeds to bodyslam Damon to the upper landing, pinning the boy to the deck with a knee to the chest and a gun between the eyes. Damon's head bounces on the landing tread edge with a painful sounding hollow 'boink'.
JAYNE
"Goin' somewhere?"
MAL
...guffaws with hilarity as he allows his run turn into a walk. He moves over tho the base of the AFT Stairs...
"Whoo Hoo Ahhhh ... Whew ... ha ... mighty fine and hi-larious greased pig chase my fine young man, what ya got for an encore?"
...Mal puts one foot on a lower step and leans in near Damons head. Seeing him upside down, Mal searches Damon's eyes to see if this change of atmo is calming him down. Damon's panicked breaths seems to have slowed, but that might be caused by Jayne kneeling on Damon's chest...
"Heh, I best call Inara and Mz. Rowan before you gain strength for your next act of wonder. ...pauses and then looks comically grim... But I warn ya, they are going to be pretty annoyed they missed this excellent little chicken run. They jus' might take it into their pretty heads to give you one of those famous ...looks to Jayne pointedly, yet with a smile... Evil Companion makeover whoozits. Mal leans in closer to Damon... Bet ya could clean up an' be pretty in pink ...Mal wiggles eyebrows in silly suggestive fashion, then throws a grin to Kaylee over his left shoulder... Kaylee, you think ole Damon here could borrow your shindig dress for a spell? Since Jayne landed him I suppoz Jayne gets the honor of escorting Damon to the next fancy party."
He winks at Kaylee's flutter of a grin and he turns back to Damon and leans down to do a stage whisper in Damon's ear. Although everybody in the Galley can still hear Mal fairly clearly. His voice containing more than a smidgen of mock indignation.
"Not time to be shuffled off yet my boy. I got a nice cozy bunk all picked out for you. If you up and get yourself deceasified, I'll have wasted a good minute of my valuable time thinkin' and planning your decor. And that makes me a tad tetchy and I don't wanna be tetchy!"
Mal smiles his biggest crooked smile yet and looks to see if Damon is finally back to reality.
MAL
...as he stands, still a carrying a shadow of a crooked grin...
"It 'peers you might have been nibblin' on the medicinal peyote solider. That a fact? Or do you just live to make folks laugh?"
The shadow grin still dances around Mal's mouth, contained - for the moment.
EOM
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DireKtor's Scene
LOCATION - BRIDGE
As...
A the "incoming live wave" console indicator flickers, briefly lighting up the empty bridge with a wan orange glow. As quick as it sttuters on, it fades away to darkness. The readout scrolls to show -
# MISSED LIVE WAVES : 001
RECIPENT : SERENITY - ANY CREWMEMBER
SENDER : SHEPHERD BOOK
NO MESSAGE
CORTEX ADDRESS : BLOCKED
AUTHORIZATION : ALLIANCE COMMUNICATION AUTHORITY #JGB44THX1138SB OMEGA
EOD
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Damon’s turn:
LOCATION - GALLEY
Damon’s gaze shifts from Jayne’s gun to Mal’s upside down face as it appears above him. Mal smiles, apparently finding something funny. Damon tries to move into an easier breathing position from under Jayne’s knee, but shifting his legs only tightens Jayne’s grip on his throat, moving his arms only brings the gun closer, and moving anything else is impossible and trying only amplifies the pain he’s already in.
Quote:
Originally posted by CapnRahn:
A long Mal speech that you can reread for your pleasure in the post above
By the time Mal finishes, Damon’s breathing has greatly slowed and his fear has been replaced with a strong look of confusion. Though Mal’s words come across as a joke, or maybe mockery, his eyes betray a look that Damon cannot place. Again, something tells him that something isn’t right. Where is Crofton, he would have been here by now to gloat. When and how did Kaylee, Thorne and River suddenly appear in the room? More questions run through his mind, none of them having any logical answer, until he remembers River’s words:
Quote:
"To sleep, perchance to dream. Awaken from this dream, Damon, and enter into this brave new world."
His thoughts come to a screeching halt. He lies motionless, unaware that he has stopped breathing, the pieces starting to fall into place. The realization finally dawns on him.
It was just a dream.
He looks back up at Mal, looking for the reassurance he isn’t getting from Jayne. He slowly releases his breath and begins to relax his muscles. A slight grimace passes over his face as Jayne’s weight shifts, or maybe it is just his adrenaline finally abandoning the fight. But despite the pain, he doesn’t dare move with Jayne’s gun still hovering above him. The large and heavy man doesn’t look the slightest bit shy about pulling triggers.
Deciding that now might be a good time to say something, he tries to ask Mal a question, but only manages a few muddled words around Jayne’s hand.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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LOCATION - GALLEY
As ...
Deciding that now might be a good time to say something, he {Damon} tries to ask Mal a question, but only manages a few muddled words around Jayne’s hand.
Mal leans over to hear Damon's words, but nothing intelligible comes out. Looking up, Mal raises his left eyebrow at Jayne and a suppresses a chuckle.
MAL
"Jayne, you mind easin' up on your kung-fu grip there a skosh? Seems our boy here finally wants to parley and I can't understand the mush comin' out his pipes you are a crushin'.
EOM
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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Jayne's Move:
LOCATION - GALLEY
MAL
"Jayne, you mind easin' up on your kung-fu grip there a skosh? Seems our boy here finally wants to parley and I can't understand the mush comin' out his pipes you are a crushin'.
Jayne has had his steely, unblinking gaze fixed on Damon the whole time, his face betraying none of the confusion he feels. Damon is unarmed now and seems to have collected his wits again, and Jayne is happy to release his disabilitating grip on his throat and remove the solid tonne crushing down on his chest. He stands with a sneer, leaving Damon to cough and sputter on the floor.
JAYNE to Mal
"Fer future reference, the grease is s'posed ta be on the pig, not lubin' up the mech'nism of a gun."
Jayne explained his views on ship-board gun contol as subtly as he could, not realising that he was serving to lighten the mood even further. He would have gone on with a suggestion of strip searches for the passengers (he would do Rowan, of course), but Mal wasn't finished with Damon.
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Blended post, MERZ and INARA
LOCATION – INTERIOR, INARA’S SHUTTLE
2518 AD ~ Day 024/January 24 ~ 1435 hrs/2:35 PM AMT
As . . .
The door swings open in front of MERZ and there INARA stands. MERZ is uncertain how to begin, what to say.
INARA gazes out at her new visitor--framed as she is within her door, the grimy metal of the catwalks behind her, she seems at perfect home there. Hard surroundings, an even harder woman. Until she reaches the eyes . . . for all her tough exterior, and a stance of complete surety, the woman's eyes belie a bit of doubt.
Realizing she's been staring for a moment INARA gives a start . . .
Truly, where have my manners gone? Come in if you'd like.
She stands back, motioning the woman in, and realizes that for some reason she expected to have to look up at MERZ. Her presence and her stature are incompatible to each other. Looking down on her is almost unexpected.
MERZ walks somewhat uncertainly into a world that is wholly outside her experience. More used to barracks and the unadorned walls of most functional transport craft, this lush décor takes her aback somewhat. She stalls in the middle of the room after treading most carefully upon the carpeted floors within Inara’s shuttle, afraid to sit or even move. There is so much that can be broken here. And in an way unaccountable to MERZ, INARA seems to fit her surroundings perfectly.
INARA precedes the woman into the room, then turns to face her, and extends one slim hand.
INARA
I am Inara Sera--I suppose you'd call me the welcoming committee. It's always a pleasure to welcome a visitor to Serenity--Has our crew been accommodating?
MERZ carefully takes the slim hand offered her. She has never felt skin so soft.
MERZ
I am Mercedes Troy. Thank you, I have found the crew of this vessel quite friendly. And I think my status has been elevated to crew.
INARA
Ahh a new crewmember, then! We truly must celebrate your arrival. I was just considering having a bit of tea, Mercedes...would you like to join me?
MERZ
Yes, that would be appreciated.
INARA
Have a seat there--make yourself at home. I'll prepare the tea.
INARA busies herself with the now-familiar ritual of tea preparation...and muses on how busy her little shuttle has become. ROWAN and AISLIN’s soft voices still flow into the room from behind the curtain, the pleasant mumble occasionally punctuated by a laugh.
INARA watches MERCEDES, as she prepares the water, removes the cups from their velvet box . . . the petite woman is perched carefully on the edge of the divan, hands folded between her knees . . . as she works, INARA occasionally catches MERCEDES with her eyes closed, delicate nostrils flaring as if searching for a scent.
While INARA is preparing their drink, MERZ closes her eyes and inhales deeply. She can smell perfume and incense, the paints and lotions, and one vaguely chemical/medicinal smell she cannot quite place and does not like in this context. But there are more important things to be done.
One by one she edits out the assorted, unimportant odors in the room. Once she has gotten the chaff out of the way, what is left – ROWEN certainly. MERZ takes in ROWEN’s essence and realizes that she is . . . happy. Something is happening that is making her smile. MERZ glances in the direction of the covered doorway behind which ROWEN sits, speaking too soft for MERZ to pick up the words. No matter. MERZ edits ROWEN from her conscious olfactory sensing.
What is left, is just INARA. MERZ is carefully adding her to the database when she also smells the fresh, hot tea coming into the room. MERZ opens her eyes, her face as expressionless as ever.
INARA finishes the tea, placing the pot on the table, and seating herself to Mercedes' left. She carefully pours a cup for
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