GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 18

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

Thursday, July 8, 2004 3:23 AM

Jayne's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY

The two men immerse themselves in the task, focusing on the equipment littered around the airlock and not noticing the passing traffic through the cargo bay.

SQUEE

Thursday, July 8, 2004 8:05 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - CARGO BAY

Damon follows Jayne over to the air lock and gets to work on any job given to him. He's still not sure he fully understands what they are doing but can't be bothered with questions right now; he has other things on his mind.

Somehow the afternoon has slipped by and it seems like he hasn't gotten anything done- nothing productive anyway. There's work still to finish, info on New Hokkaido to look up and possibly an uncomfortable conversation with the captain to be had about the incident in the galley.

Damon's very tempted to try and forget about the whole thing but Book still has his gun. The darn thing is worth at least a month's earnings and he isn't about to loose it.

Money- that's what it boils down to. Money for food, money for cloths, money for a bed... money for freedom. Freedom is damn expensive too. It'll cost a fortune to get his brand properly removed and at this rate, he'll be on the run scraping for work for another ten years at least, assuming he doesn't get caught first.

He shakes his head and contines working. It won't happen. The verse is a big place and there's very little chance Crofton will find him... as long as he keeps moving, avoids Feds and keeps his identity a secret. One thing he definitely can't afford is mistakes.

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

MANIACNUMBERONE

Thursday, July 8, 2004 9:01 AM

Book's Move
Galley

After Damon speaks to Book, regarding God, Book sadly contemplates his words, closes his eyes and begins to pray again... but this time for the well-being and future of the crew. The sounds of pool balls and the talking of the others dwindle away as Book enters into a long, deep conversation with God. When he opens his eyes again, many of the crew has left and Rowan is fiddling with her holographic billiards-projector control unit. He remains silent in the corner as she starts a little music... he watches her break and then attack the billiards balls with a soldier-like focus. She's in her own when she plays. It's good to have something like that. Something to put yourself into. Knowing that work is being done, and that he's expected to help, Book ignores his his inner voice and continues to watch Rowan.

EM

CHANNAIN

Thursday, July 8, 2004 2:48 PM

Rowan's Move
LOCATION: Galley

THORNE: I am a friend to anyone who follows the Golden Rule, and like a great man before me have sworn eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man. I believe that you and I could be friends.

The 2 ends up as a bank shot on the six, sending it into the left corner at the head of the table. Rising, she takes a long assessment. There’s a possible combo shot on the 4, or she could sink the 2 on its own.

ROWAN: “I’m familiar with two versions of that Golden Rule, Mr. Thorne - the one I’ve seen used most prevalently in the ‘verse is the one who has the gold makes the rules. Then again, if you subscribe to the one that’s a bit less worn out these days, then you should be advised that I will do unto others as they would do unto me in whatever fashion it’s been done unto me first.”

She decides to go for the combination. The practice will do her good. Leaning in on the two again, she lines up the angle on the 4.

ROWAN: “We don’t really know each other, Mr. Thorne, so you can tell me you’ve sworn hostility against the Soristar Sisterhood and it really wouldn’t mean a hill of beans to me.”

A medium-soft strike sends the 4 exactly where she intended. Still in shooting position, she lifts her eyes to Thorne.

ROWAN: “Actions speak louder.”

EOM

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

Thursday, July 8, 2004 4:42 PM

Thorne's move
Location: Galley

Thorne walks back into the galley to watch Rowan's play. Between shots, she replys to his remarks.

ROWAN: “I’m familiar with two versions of that Golden Rule, Mr. Thorne - the one I’ve seen used most prevalently in the ‘verse is the one who has the gold makes the rules. Then again, if you subscribe to the one that’s a bit less worn out these days, then you should be advised that I will do unto others as they would do unto me in whatever fashion it’s been done unto me first."

'Ah, Golden Rule version 1.01' Thorne thinks.

"We don’t really know each other, Mr. Thorne, so you can tell me you’ve sworn hostility against the Soristar Sisterhood and it really wouldn’t mean a hill of beans to me."

Thorne smiles, recalling a recanted Sister he once knew.

"Actions speak louder...”

Thorne considers a moment, then answers:

"Yes they surely do.

At this point I should probably note that my actions likely saved your life, and the lives of everyone else on the ship, when I took command of the fight off Hera. You might also recall that I've ensured, out of my own pocket, that you'll be getting a full crew share for the remainder of our journey to New Hokkaido.

But just because actions speak more loudly doesn't mean they tell the truth. I was fighting for my life as well, and I value it highly. Your pay is a pittance to me, and makes my voyage go smoother. So these actions really demonstrate nothing except my own self-interest.

The fact is you'll have to trust me, or not, based on all the actions and interactions in which you see me involved, not just a couple of macho gestures. Am I fair, honest, straightforward? Do I keep my word? Will I stand up for what I believe is right? I say that I meet these criteria, but it's your decision.

I would prefer to be trusted, and to be your friend. Mutual trust and friendship can serve our mutual self-interest, as well as being enjoyable for both of us. My observation of your actions tends me toward trusting you, and liking you as a person. I tend to go with such tendencies. I hope that you'll decide soon, and I will be glad to answer any questions you have that may speed your decision."

Thorne moves to the stove, dishes up a small portion of the leftover synthetic chicken dish, and begins to eat as he awaits Rowan's reply.

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

CHANNAIN

Thursday, July 8, 2004 8:14 PM

OOC: hand *smacked* Bad Channain! Bad Bad! I changed it back.

Rowan’s Move
LOCATION - GALLEY

Speculatively, Rowan lowers the stick to the floor as she straightens, her fingers interlacing at the shooting end. As she listens to his self-proclamation, she catches herself smiling. Interesting fella, this Mr. Thorne, her benefactor. Earnest enough, to be certain and straightforward to boot.

FLASHBACK
“Make no mistake, whether there is a war tomorrow or not, I intend to marry you.”

Rumors had been flying that the Independents were planning the first strike on an Alliance outpost in retaliation for the obliteration of an entire planet. Robert Chang had just informed them that the strike would likely happen tomorrow. On the day of their wedding. She had said, jokingly, that the war waits for no wedding. Her fiancé didn’t think it was particularly funny.

Lifting a hand, he stroked her hair lovingly and looked into her eyes with passion and fury.

“I have waited a lifetime for you. I will not lose you now.”

END FLASHBACK

THORNE: I would prefer to be trusted, and to be your friend. Mutual trust and friendship can serve our mutual self-interest, as well as being enjoyable for both of us. My observation of your actions tends me toward trusting you, and liking you as a person. I tend to go with such tendencies. I hope that you'll decide soon, and I will be glad to answer any questions you have that may speed your decision."

There’s two, really, but she decides to start with the most obvious one first.

ROWAN: “If someone asked you right now if you were a gorram browncoat, how would you respond?”

EOM

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

Friday, July 9, 2004 11:23 AM

Book's move
Galley

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ROWAN: “If someone asked you right now if you were a gorram browncoat, how would you respond?”
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As Book leans forward to listen a little closer, his chair squeaks, making the only sound in the moment of silence after Rowan questions Thorne. Intrigued at what answer Thorne might give, Book does not look abashed at having overheard their conversation, instead his face becomes a little curious and his gaze settles on Thorne.

EM

GEEZER

Friday, July 9, 2004 5:59 PM

Thorne's Move

Location: Galley

ROWAN: “If someone asked you right now if you were a gorram browncoat, how would you respond?”

THORNE: "Depends. If it was the Captain or Zoe asking, I'd say 'Damn right! And proud of it'. To a customs guard I was trying to get something past, it'd be 'Just a citizen, sir'. To a loudmouth in a bar on Unification Day, if he was conscious after, I'd quote the words of an ancient fictional hero, 'When you call me that, smile!'."

EOM

OOC: I'm heading for the racetrack, and will be offline until Sunday after dark. Wish me luck.

"Keep the Shiny side up"

CHANNAIN

Friday, July 9, 2004 9:40 PM

Rowan’s Move
LOCATION - GALLEY

THORNE: 'When you call me that, smile!'"

Well now that is interesting. Wouldn’t have figured him for it. Most browncoats Rowan has the displeasure of encountering these days aren’t quite as entrepreneurial. Mostly they’re just bitter and broken down or disillusioned, or as in Reynold’s case, just trying to maintain some manner of livelihood as far from the long arm of the Alliance as he possibly can and still reach a fuel station. Or in her own case, the next pool hall. Mr. Thorne is definitely a horse of a different color, possibly several colors.

Picture him in tie-dye, Rowan decides she appreciates the image. She raises her stick again and bends down to line up her shot on the 2 on a long diagonal across the table.

ROWAN: “Mr. Thorne, I believe you just might be my kind of crazy.”

With a power strike that Merz might find nearly half formidable, Rowan sends the 4 into the corner.

EOM

We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
http://www.mnartists.org/artistHome.do?rid=7922

MERCEDESTROY

Sunday, July 11, 2004 12:37 PM

MERZ move

LOCATION - CARGO BAY

JAYNE and DAMON are busy in the bay and do not so much as glance around when she enters. MERZ is surprised to see a plate full of ROWAN’s excellent meal sprayed over the splintered crate. no matter. housekeeping will handle it soon enough. waste of a good meal though … MERZ does not want to take either DAMON or JAYNE from their task. But hers needs to be done too, and she is not going to try to tackle it without assistance. She does not have hands enough.

She spends a moment in thought, and then having decided, walks to the comm in the cargo bay. She calls down to the engine room.

MERZ
KAYLEE, it’s Merz. I am going to take a walk outside, to move and then disguise your new cannon. I could really use some assistance with this job. Would you care to join me?

While waiting for a response she sets her toolkit down, open a pouch and withdraws her VAC tool belt – the one the engineers gave her for outside work. She selects the tools she wishes to take with her and begins attaching them to the other belt.

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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