GR RP "Adventures in GunRunning" ACT 23
POSTED BY: CapnRahn
UPDATED: Sunday, November 7, 2004 21:02
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MERZ move
LOCATION - GALLEY
ROWAN smiles back at her. Merz ponders. Perhaps she is starting to understand for herself how to fit in. It gives a sense of ... accomplishment.
Then JAYNE speaks and there is a change. Rowan is deeply affected by his words, evidenced by her own response and her body's reactions. And Merz is forcibly reminded that they will be parting company at New Hokkaido. But in light of her own resolve, that would have been occuring anyway. She pushes those thoughts aside, vehemently. That is for later. Now is for - bao.
ROWAN takes her attention from Jayne. Turning back to Merz she tips her head thoughtfully and says "As for you, xiâo péngyou, I'm thinking you might just be ready to learn the fine art of glazing. How brave do you feel?"
Slightly confused - she has never really considered kitchen duty to require much in the way of bravery, Merz responds. "I am ready for whatever you choose to teach me, mero saathi. Show me how to 'glaze'."
As she approaches closer, to watch and learn, MERZ speaks softly, for Rowan's ears only. "I have known you are in pain. Do you trust me to run a diagnostic on you?" Again, Merz tries out her new, real smile. "I promise to use the machine."
EOM
xiâo péngyou = little friend
mero saathi = my friend (Nepali)
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Wash's Move:
Location - Pilot's Lounge to Bridge
(Kaylee leaves, and Wash is alone with his thoughts... He just simply stares out into the black... And then with a sigh, he goes back to his helm console, and goes back to work on the course that must be plotted for the run tomorrow.)
(On the Helm, in the Master Repeater Function Unit Command Status Screen (MRFUCSS) the time display reads: 20:35 AMT (8:35 pm) Wash says to Rex): "I'd better hurry, or I'll be flying blind down those canyons tommorow... I'm shure that Mal will like that even less than what I've got planned." He goes back to work, entering little post-it note like arrows on the planetary survey map screen.)
EOM
Decoy, they make me go first.
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - SPARE DORM
Damon watches Mal for a few silent seconds, waiting for him to start whatever it is he has in mind.
Quote:
Mal
... voice deep and very fatigued, somewhat horse...
"Sit ... Lay down ... whatever ya need ta do to. Things are changin', you gotta cogitate on yer next move."
... Mal continues, uncharacteristically giving an explanation to what he normally would just do and not even bother to explain ...
"Power'll be goin' down in a minute, nuttin but the lights. Darkness makes you face yerself." ... unspoken but seen his flashing eyes: "And yer Demons" ...
The comm crackles and Book's voice rumbles hollowly over it. "Captain... what's going on?"
Mal doesn’t respond to Book and indicates hatch above Damon with his thumb...
"Not gonna be locked, but you as much as peek a nose hair above the deck, the rest'll the crew 'll be eatin' long pig for breakfast sausage. Dong Ma."
Without waiting to see or hear Damon, he brushes by brusquely and heads up the ladder. He closes the hatch.
Damon watches Mal disappear into the hall. The lights go out as promised, leaving him alone in the dark room. Just as well. There isn’t a night that goes by that Damon doesn’t ‘cogitate’ his circumstances, and now is as good a time as any, even if it’s ahead of schedule. He moves to the bed and drops himself on it, letting his back and head hit the wall with a soft thunk.
Mal’s right about the dark- Damon has always been able to think better in the dark. But if he thinks Damon can just ‘cogitate’ his demons away overnight, he’s got another think coming.
Shi, I wish it was that easy though…
He runs a hand through his hair, wondering if Mal’s reference to breakfast meant that he’d be staying down here overnight.
Hope not… nothing to do in here but sleep once I’ve finished contemplating how the hell I got into this ma lashi, or how I’m going to get out of it.
He sits up, putting his elbows on his knees, and hangs his head. So what went wrong?
I overheard something meant for Zoe and misunderstood? Surely can’t be the extent of it. If Mal wanted to talk to me all he’d need to do was ask. I was floating out in that hall for at least ten minutes waiting to talk to him. Hell, I was waiting to talk to him when he came down to the infirmary earlier but as soon as I turn my back he has to get Jayne to ‘escort’ me? No, he knew I could hear him; you don’t order shuttles and weapons lockers locked down to talk to someone. He wanted to know how I’d react.
Tzao gao, he knows I’m a slave… I don’t care what he claims to know or not know about me, it was no coincidence that he mentioned ‘slavers’. Can’t be.
His fingers run slowly over the scars on his wrist left by the handcuffs that had cut into his skin countless times as he pulled and fought.
What else does he know? I never gave them my last name so how could he know?
He closes his eyes and gives his head a slight shake.
Who am I kidding, all they’d have to do is check the cortex for news on yesterday. I must’ve left a trail of dead an’ injured Feds at least 10 blocks long…
Damon takes a deep breath and sighs, listening to the soft hum of Serenity’s engine in the otherwise silent room. He knows he should leave tomorrow, least if he wants to play it safe he should. But just the thought of having to leave threatens to drain him of what strength he has left. Another town to wander in without protection, more Feds to hide from, having to worry about where it’ll be safe to sleep or whether he can afford food, and then to start the cycle all over again on some other ship, assuming he finds one. When will it end? It has to end sometime- he can’t keep this up forever. Yesterday is proof of that. So the question is: where will it end? Mal had talked about him
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JAYNE - GALLEY
I guess she understands. Jayne holds his intimidating manner until Rowan has finished talking and stares at him with ernest eyes; the kind of eyes that only a true professional could fake. "You do that then. Point A to B is good, just so long as ya keep clear a point J."
He backs off and takes a position next to the kettle. Leaning next to it, Jayne can feel a comfortable heat radiate from when Inara made tea, and that starts him thinking. Well, if she doesn't sleep much, odds are pretty good that neither will he.
Jayne snatches the kettle and takes it over to the faucet. He fills it halfway, judging by the sound of the water when that is because his eyes are still perched on Rowan and her every move. He flips the switch at the kettle's base and puts it back down. He then fishes blindly for the can of coffee in the cupboard. Gorramit, where is it? Who made coffee last?
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THORNE's Move
Location: Various
River smiles and reaches for the ball only to have it pulled out of reach at the last second. He brings it back and she reaches for it again, only this time when he pulls it back out of reach, she grins a proud look of triumph and holds up the handkerchief she snuck from his pocket with a giggle.
“Got you.” she says.
THORNE's look of mock surprise slowly fades as a feeling of something important left undone comes over him. He stands and speaks to RIVER.
THORNE: "I've enjoyed our game, little one, but I have something important that needs doing right now. You'll be all right here for a while. I'll see you later."
He moves to his cabin, where, sure enough, the message light is flashing. He downloads the message to his personal link, decrypts it, reads it, and then curses fluently and imaginatively in several languages for quite a long time. He reads the message again and dispatches a short reply.
Connecting to the ship's comm, he records several time-delayed messages.
THORNE:"Cap'n, this is THORNE. I've been called away on urgent business and have to leave you now. I'm sure that you'll be just as glad to have me off your ship. I will rely on you to complete the drop. In my cabin you'll find a credit chit good at any bank for the agreed price, plus a little for your trouble and the spacesuit I'll be taking."
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"ROWAN. THORNE here. I'm off on a detour, but if you still want to participate in our little scam, contact the manager of the Greentree as we discussed. He will take care of everything. I'd wish you good luck, but you don't need it."
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"RIVER. Sorry I won't be able to continue our game immediately. Something has come up that I have to handle personally. Something even more important than jacks. I will see you again sometime, and I am looking out for you, as much as is in my power. Take care, little one."
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"This is THORNE. I have to leave the ship, but your job remains the same. Protect RIVER at all costs. You do not want to fail me in this. I will contact you later."
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"INARA. I'm sorry, my sweet, but something has come up which I must attend to in person. It is not more important than my promise to you, but is a life or death matter, and more immediate. If I'm not back by the time you are ready to go to Ariel for treatment, call the comm code attached to this message. Everything will have been arranged for your passage and cure, and all you will have to do is get well and stay beautiful.
I enjoyed our time together, brief though it was, more than I can express. You are very dear to me, and I wish you every happiness. I hope that one day the scales will fall from your captain's eyes, and he will see the great treasure which he alone can have. Adeiu, sweetling."
Gathering a few belongings, THORNE looks around his cabin once more, then heads upstairs. He enters the dorsal airlock and dons one of the space suits there. Reaching out to touch the steel of the hull, he murmurs,
THORNE:"Goodby Serenity. You're a good old girl. Look after them for me."
Opening the outer lock, he steps off into space.
EOM
OOC: See my OOC.
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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LOCATION - BOOKs DORM
As ...
Book opens the slider and looks at Mal expectantly
BOOK
"Captain... I wouldn't have expected you to come all the way down here... just to give my comm call an answer. Please, come in."
Over the comms ...
Quote:
THORNE:"Cap'n, this is THORNE. I've been called away on urgent business and have to leave you now. I'm sure that you'll be just as glad to have me off your ship. I will rely on you to complete the drop. In my cabin you'll find a credit chit good at any bank for the agreed price, plus a little for your trouble and the spacesuit I'll be taking."
"This is THORNE. I have to leave the ship, but your job remains the same. Protect RIVER at all costs. You do not want to fail me in this. I will contact you later."
... Oh what the gorram hell is goin' on now ... Mal thinks irritably. He grabs his talkie and keys to the Bridge.
MAL
... irritated and tetchy ...
"Wash, I didn't hear one of my shuttles detach, so which hatch did he swim outta?"
... know'n Thorne, it could been a bit ago - meebe why he neglected to answer my request during the Damon prank...
" And WHEN the hatch was opened ..."
... for no real reason and under his breath... "i'll smoke him a smeggin' kipper."
... turns to Book as he unkeys the talkie.
"Well, Shepherd, that was one of the reasons I came here - I wanted you to lead the ground team t'marrow."
EOM
OOC - sorry fer bad joke
- no sleep makes cap'n a frellin' git...
"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"
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