GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 18

POSTED BY: Channain
UPDATED: Tuesday, July 27, 2004 02:50
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MERCEDESTROY

Sunday, June 27, 2004 1:38 AM

MERZ move

LOCATION - CARGO BAY

She does not understand the girl RIVER’s words. For this moment, she does not care. Everything, if not under control and completely focused is just … all right. And for this moment, it is enough.

DAMON
Hey, Jayne, I hear grub's on the table. Let's grab a quick plate or two and talk about what needs doin?

grub? MERZ thinks, that did not smell like grub. . But the intent is clear, along with what ROWAN said; a meal is waiting. And that is just fine with MERZ. She wonders what JAYNE might have heard or witnessed and dismisses the thought. it is of no consequence.

MERZ once again sets the cover and the hardware on the top of a short stack of crates. Since it is most likely they will be going outside from this location, then might as well leave the stuff here. She turns to DAMON who has moved towards the stairs and his meal. MERZ hisses to get his attention. Catching his eye, she nods her head at the demolished container.

MERZ
“If he asks what happened, tell him, well tell him it was woodpeckers.” she whispers, and winks at him.

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

SQUEE

Monday, June 28, 2004 4:48 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY to GALLEY

Damon chuckles at Merz's comment and turns back to the stairs. Food is sounding very good right now and he can't wait to find out how good of a cook Rowan is.

Waiting takes less time than he thought it would as he is hit by the smell of something delicious fighting it's way down from the kitchen.

He spots Rowan and Book around a holographic pool table as he enters the galley and nods to them.

"Who's winnin?"

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

CHANNAIN

Monday, June 28, 2004 8:39 PM

OOC: A simple picture will (hopefully) soon follow to give a better visualization of Rowan's view of the table. For now, I'm using compass directions to explain her positions on the table:
South: The end of the table she shoots from.
North: The opposite end, where the nine-ball diamond is located.

Rowan's Move
LOCATION: Galley

Rowan's signature on a break is to always shoot from the southeast corner of the table, a habit she almost never deviates from. This time she sinks the 3 right off the bat and promptly moves around the table to put the 1 into the west side corner. Then she uses the 2 for an angle shot on the 6 and 5, sitting tight together on the west side, resulting in the intentional-looking sinking of the 6 in the east side pocket. Pleased with the outcome, she easily lines up a shot with the 2, angling for the 8.

It's like meditation in motion - one part physical, one part mental. The triangulation for each shot forms in her head as she takes in the position of each ball in relation to the pockets on the table, which her body automatically reacts to. After dropping the 8 in the northwest corner, she lines up the 2 for an easy drop in the northeast corner when Kaylee enters from the direction of the bridge.

ROWAN: "Hey, Kaylee. There's sesame chicken ready if you're hungry."

EOM

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BOOMERGOODHEART

Tuesday, June 29, 2004 5:40 AM

Kaylee's Move
Location: Galley to Engine Room

Kaylee glances absently at Rowan as she enters the Galley.

"Smells good, Rowan, but I'm not very hungry right now. Thanks anyway."

Giving her a small smile, Kaylee continues past her and through to the Engine Room.

BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."

CIARA

Tuesday, June 29, 2004 4:54 PM

Inara's turn

LOCATION: galley to shuttle

Mal flashes one of his rare smiles--Inara's heart dances a little more in her chest. She nods demurely, giving nothing away...her training taught her to never give anything away. She chances a glance over his left shoulder, Catching Rowan's eye--the woman's wearing a very amused expression--and she raises a brow meaningfully at Inara. The bonds of sisterhood, so rare in this desolate vacuum, seem to have grown strong between them. As Mal turns his face from her, Inara wrinkles her nose at Rowan, and grins girlishly.

He turns away, engaging Rowan in what seems to be an intense conversation--tones hushed.

Inara leans one hip against the table and loses herself in watching the crew. The Shepherd drifts through the throng, hiding a wince of pain with an expertise that worries Inara. She means to go to him, but he hurriedly exits the Galley.

Mal and Rowan's conversation lasts but a few moments, he also trades a few words with Mercedes, and before Inara realizes it, Mal's warm scent is tickling her nose again.

She turns her head toward the scent, and then down...she can only see the back of Mal's head, he has struck an ostentatiously low flourishing bow. Inara chuckles inwardly, and gives Mal a grin and a small curtsy, touching her fingers to her lips and slightly bending her knees.

"Mademoiselle, after you."

Mal's good humour lasts only as far as the hallway. In no time at all, the silence stretches uncomfortably again.

They make their way toward her shuttle.

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

CHANNAIN

Tuesday, June 29, 2004 6:03 PM

Rowan's Move
LOCATION: Galley

KAYLEE: "Smells good, Rowan, but I'm not very hungry right now. Thanks anyway."

Oh, now there's a girl with man trouble. It's a condition that's easy to spot from a mile off, although the lack of Kaylee's brilliant smile would have been a clue for anyone paying attention long enough.

Making a note to bring a plate of food to the girl later, Rowan returns to sink the 2 in the northeast corner as Book arrives from the bridge. Setting her stick down on the table, she moves into the kitchen area and slips on a couple of oven mitts to get the chicken-ized protein. Placing the platter on the bar, she looks up to discover a black look on the preacher's face that rivals Kaylee's equally blue mood. Seems they both have little black rain clouds following them through the ship, conspicuously after they both spoke to the young doctor. Odd thing indeed.

ROWAN: "Hey Shephard. Hope you don't mind me taking liberties in your kitchen. Just seemed like it was time to feed the masses."

Taking off the mitts, she tosses them onto the counter before moving back to the table so she can finish the game and folks can use the table to eat. She has the cue stick in hand and is surveying the table again when she sees Damon come in with the look of the voraciously starved that only a fella in his late teens and early 20s can master.

DAMON: "Who's winnin?"

ROWAN (smiling): "Me, myself and I. You ever handle a stick zhao di di?"

EOM

We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
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MANIACNUMBERONE

Tuesday, June 29, 2004 7:34 PM

Book's Move
Galley

"Oh no. I'm sorry, Rowan. It's not you." Book looks somewhat ashamed and tries his best to put on a Shepherd's demeanor as he walks over to the table where Rowan is picking up her cue. "The Brothers in the abbey always took turns preparing meals, and Kaylee likes to cook as well, but..." He says, lowering his voice so only Rowan can hear. "...it's a nice change to taste someone else's cooking again." Book smells the air with an increasing grin as the intense aroma of the chicken-ized protein enters his olfactory system. "Smells like chicken. Excellent."

EM

SQUEE

Tuesday, June 29, 2004 8:24 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION: Galley

ROWAN (smiling): "Me, myself and I. You ever handle a stick zhao di di?"

Damon walks further into the room, and shakes his head. "No, not really." He returns the smile as he passes her on the way toward the kitchen. "You look like you've handled more than a few though."

He grabs a plate from the counter and starts filling it with food. He wonders where Merz and Jayne have disappeared to, but isn't about to wait for them. He carries his plate and a cup of water to his corner and sits down on the floor.

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

CHANNAIN

Tuesday, June 29, 2004 8:48 PM

Rowan's Move
LOCATION: Galley

BOOK: "Smells like chicken. Excellent."

Rowan's smile grows with pleasure over the Shepherd's approval.

ROWAN: "Protein can taste like organically grown anything so long as you know how to use rosemary. I'd be interested in your opinion, Shepherd."

DAMON: "You look like you've handled more than a few though."

She sticks her tongue out at him exactly as she would have had the comment come from her own brother and not this hard-to-figure adopted one. She watches him fill a plate and move over to his customary corner, waiting until he's slid down to the floor, legs folded neatly under before asking.

ROWAN: "There are other chairs in here, y'know. You don't always have to be dusting the floor with your butt."

EOM

We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
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SQUEE

Tuesday, June 29, 2004 9:10 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION: Galley

ROWAN: "There are other chairs, you know, you don't always have to be dusting the floor with your butt."

Damon smiles, and gives his spoon of food a quick blow before putting it in his mouth. "Floor's fine. 'sides, who says it's the floor that needs the dusting?"

He looks down at his plate, shoveling the protein cubes as if they were trying to jump off his plate.

"Damn, I wish I could cook like this..." He looks back up at Rowan, licking gravy off a finger. "Aren't you going to have any?"

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

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