RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning"

CURRENTLY ON Firefly:

BRIDGE: MAL, WASH, and BOOK are getting the ship ready to leave atmo.

CARGO BAY: The tequila sits in the middle of the bay waiting to be put away. ZOE is talking with THORNE, who just arrived. SIMON is caring for an INJURED MAN (Damon) and his UNKNOWN FRIEND (Brink Helsing), who have also just come aboard from a gunfight with the Feds.

GALLEY: JAYNE is eating.

ENGINE ROOM: KAYLEE is working.

PASSENGER DORM (RIVER'S ROOM): INARA is putting RIVER to bed.

PASSENGER DORM (SIMON'S ROOM): ROWAN has been left alone by various departures.

INFIRMARY: NISKA is bound and locked in RIVER's old cryo-box. The infirmary has been locked from the outside.

REAVER SHIP (from Acts 1-2): EARLY is trying to take over the ship.

~A~

...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 7:53 AM

Book's move

Location: Bridge

Book heaves a sigh of relief as Wash puts a hand on his shoulder, relieving Book of the burden of trying to get the ship in the air.

Book to Wash

"Glad to have you back on board, son. We were gettin' a might worried."

Book stands and goes to the front window of the ship again. Alliance troop reinforcements are coming into sight further down the docking area. Book turns anxiously to Mal

Book to Mal

"Those cases of tequila aren't gonna do us much good now. I heard the crash of bottles way up here, and the smell is overpowering. Those people who just got on are gonna have to stay for the time being... look!"

Book gestures for Mal to look out the window. Mal approaches and see's the Alliance reinforcements making their way down towards Serenity. Dozens of troops are pouring into each docked ship, searching, and dozens more await their commander's orders. Soon, too soon, they will be here.

"Things never go according to plan, do they Captain?"

Book see's the pinched look on Mal's face as he stares out the window, then Mal turns to Wash and orders the ship into the air. Seeing thing are under control, Book exits the bridge and heads back to the galley.

EM

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 8:48 AM

Brink sighs, and looks the doctor over. He'll do well, Slight can tell. He's got the look. Then he feels her
"Wuo de ma," he whispers. "She's here."
"By the way, I'm," he catches himself, remembering not to say it, "Brink Helsing, but most call me Slight. We'll talk later. I should tell the captain why I'm here, and that he has a man shot up in the hold, although I doubt it's the first," he continues, eying numerous bullet holes in the bulk heads.
He turns to find the captain. "Thank you, doctor."
EM

Everyone Dies. Someone's carrying a bullet for you, doesn't even know it. The trick is, to die of old age before he finds you.

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 9:59 AM

Keep the Shiny side up

Mal's move (wish me luck):

[Mal moves quickly from the bridge down to the cargo bay and scans the scene. He sees the mule and shot-up trailer of tequila cases. A pungent-smelling liquid is dripping from the trailer and forming a stream that disappears under the cargo truck that has smashed into it from behind. Next to the truck, Zoë is standing toe-to-toe with a man in a deliveryman’s outfit, who he finally recognizes as Thorne. Simon is patching up some unknown fellow who seems to be leaking blood from every part of his body. Another stranger, in a long black coat, stands nearby, reloading his pistol. He can feel the ship starting to lift. Things are really getting out of hand.]

Mal roars: “What in the gorram hell is going on ‘round here? What’s all this fei hua doing in my cargo bay? Who started that bunch of ta ma duhs is shootin’ at us? What bun tien-shung de ee-duai-ro is causin’ me to have to fly my ship out of here before I was ready? But first, who the go se are you two? Oh, Gou zao de, I do surely hope.”

[Mal glares at the two strangers, his hand resting on the grip of his pistol]

"Well?

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 10:04 AM

Damon's turn:

Damon leans against the parked truck as Brink leaves to find the captain, ignoring the bruises and split lip on the face staring back at him in the shiny surface of the metal. But even with the help of the truck, he struggles to stay on his feet.
Too tired to bother with questions, he eyes the young doctor approaching him and then his med kit. By now his left pant leg is soaked in blood and the arm of his shirt is not far behind.
"Only pain killers, no sedatives. Dong ma?" The words barely make it out if his mouth but his glare promises trouble if his wishes are dishonored.
He straightens up as a man, who he presumes is the captain, starts yelling about everything- not looking too happy. Upon seeing his hand on his gun, Damon immediately puts his hand in reach of his own. He returns the glare in full force and doesn't answer. After a few moments of glaring at eachother, Damon speaks up. "They were Feds and it was me they were shootin' at. Some guy showed up said he had a ship, didn't say that it wasn't his or that he didn't have permission to bring me aboard. Now why don't you tell me who the guay you are, where I am and where I'm goin'."

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

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 10:27 AM

Slight speaks up, finishing with his pistol and offering it, handle first, to the captain. He merely gazes at Mal, keeping his red eyes focused on him, and speaks slowly, almost reminding him of Book.
"I apologize for the mixup. I can pay you triple whatever you ask, I garauntee it. However, we both needed transport offworld. This mans reasons," Slight gestures to Damon, "for obvious reasons. Mine aren't, but if you like, you can call the crew here together and we can talk it over. But this is..." Slight hesitates, wondering just how much he should tell the captain. "This is the only weapon I have, and if you want, you can keep it." Slight keeps his eyes locked on Mal, and makes sure to keep his voice level and unthreatening. "But if you want an explanantion, I'm afraid I'll have to insist on Simon Tam's being there when I do."

Everyone Dies. Someone's carrying a bullet for you, doesn't even know it. The trick is, to die of old age before he finds you.

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 11:13 AM

BOOMERGOODHEART

Kaylee's Move
Location: Engine Room, moving to Galley

Kaylee looks over her shoulder as Serenity's engines start to rev up higher and higher. She stares a bit as it starts to spin, then continues out of the engine room, on her way to the galley. All of the modifications have made her powerful hungry.

"Funny," she thinks, "I coulda sworn I heard a crash down in the cargo bay. But how could that be? Unless Wash was tempted ta taste the cargo for "quality control purposes"."

She laughs as she pictures Wash with several little drink umbrellas sticking out of his hair, mooning at Zoe with big owl eyes.

Kaylee has a grin on her face as she enters the galley.

End Move

BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 12:53 PM

TEELABROWN

__________
River says in her sleep:

He's here.

She turns over.
__________

............................................................................................
"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Keep flyin', and remember, THEY can't take the sky from US!

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 2:58 PM

Keep the Shiny side up

Working without a net, here are Mal's and Thornes next moves:

[Mal takes the pistol from the red-eyed stranger and shoves it in his belt. Triple fare is interesting, but he doesn't want to look like he can be bought.]

"We'll talk about payin' later. You'll get your chance to tell ever'body your story and convince me we shouldn't just drop you both out the hatch. Dong ma? Right now just stay with your buddy."

[Moving from one problem to another, Mal walks through the stream of tequila to Thorne and Zoe, who have finished talking but are still standing face to face; Zoe glaring and Thorne smiling slightly. Mal turns to Thorne]

"Are you fong luh old man, driving that damn truck in here like a madman? You could've ended somebody."

[The smile never leaving his face, Thorne turns and replys.]

“Well, I was tryin' awful hard not to get ended myself. And even though I had to steal ‘em all by my lonesome, here’s your two cases, as agreed. Let’s see if you think they’re payment enough to haul my cargo. Open ‘em up, boy.”

[Curious, Mal and Zoe open the cases. One is full of instruments, controls, and a strange looking helmet. The other contains what looks like a standard strap-on sensor pod. Mal scoffs.]

“A box of junk? And a sensor pod? Wu de tyen ah. We got two a’ them already. This ain’t worth go se.”

[Thorne shakes his head and replys,]

“Sensor pod...Oh, my. Son, what you’ve got yourself here is a Fosgate Mark 23 self-collimating, vacuum cooled, 5.5 gigawatt, argon gas laser cannon...the B Series with zero point two five second cycle time and the optional automatic heads-up multiple target designator. Probably the finest piece of ship-board ordinance this side of an Alliance battle cruiser’s main battery. And it’s stealthy, too, as you so quickly noticed. Looks just like a plain old sensor pod. Looks that way to all standard scans as well. You are now definitely the best armed little firefly in the entire known ‘verse. Now say ‘Thank you, Mr. Thorne’.”

[Thorne looks at the puzzled expressions on the faces of Mal and Zoe. Beyond them on the catwalk he sees the Shepherd, who overheard the entire conversation and is smiling and nodding approvingly.]

[Mal realizes he is losing the handle on the situation. This old coot always has an answer, and he's got two...make that three...well, maybe four unknown quantities on board. Time to get everyone together and get the facts straight.]

"Zoe, tell Wash to find somewhere in the wild to park us, an' get the crew together in the mess hall. We're gonna find out what kind of fei hua our new passengers have to tell us. Doc, once that hwoon dahn can move, get him and his boy friend there too.'

[Mal stalks off towards the mess hall. This has been a bad day, and doesn't look to get any better.]

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 3:03 PM

Book's Move

Location: Galley

Book, after detouring to the catwalk to scope things out, enters the galley a little too late to save all of his fine preparations that he had left out, from Jayne's hungry hands.

Book thinks to himself.

"The man is an eating machine."

He shakes his head and lets out an inaudible sigh.

Book to Jayne.

"I think there's fresh liquor in the cargo bay."

Kaylee enters the galley with an enormous smile on her shiny cheeks.

Book to Kaylee

"Kaylee, how's everything in the engine room? Come sit at the table."

Book, like a magician, turns and conjures a huge tray of food from a refrigerated cubby hole that Jayne had not seen. He takes it to the table and gathers dishes.

EM

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 3:45 PM

CAPNRAHN

LOCATION-CARGO BAY
Just after the excitin' heroics!

From the entraance to the Infirmary/Dorms hatch, SIMON see the injured man {DAMON} standing near the truck in the bay and a violent tremblor runs through his body.

He shakes his head in confused pain as if to clear it, then looks again.

The visible mutiple gunshot traumas pump blood out at an amazing rate, soaking the man's {DAMON}pants.

SIMON starts as if shocked by high voltage and dashes over to the man {DAMON}. SIMON begins triage while ignoring the yelling and commotion around him. The man {DAMON} says something, but SIMONs world has been narrowed to one thought/action: "Save this man's life", nothing else matters to him.

After ascertaining the damage and finding only 3 bullets still lodged, one each, in the thigh, hip and peritoneum SIMON concludes the bullets have not injured any thing greiviously. The extrraction of them can wait a few minutes.

So he quickly injects a powerful painkiller and muscle relaxer to slow the the man's {DAMON} heart down, calm him {DAMON} further and ease the blood flow.

He then cuts the pants away then cleans the cloth out of the wounds with care, but urgent speed.

SIMON then digs into his kit and applies the coagulant and antibacterial agents and finishes dressing the tramuas in his usual competent and efficacious manner.

EOM

"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 4:44 PM

Damon's turn:

Damon keeps his dark eyes fixed on the captain as he turns to the truck driver and start up a conversation.
"Tzao gao," he says under his breath, barely noticing the prick of an injection. He doesn't know whether the man (Mal) was ignoring him on purpose or just easily sidetracked, but either way, it still left him wondering whether he was a passenger, prisoner or burden.
He looks down as the doctor finishes cutting off his pant leg and mumbles another curse. Now he has to buy another pair of pants.
He listens with mild curiousity to the conversation between the captain and the truck driver, Thorne and takes a moment to study an older man smiling on the catwalk. He can feel his body begin to calm down and relishes in taking a breath without worrying about the agony of his broken ribs.

"Zoe, tell Wash to find somewhere in the wild to park us, an' get the crew together in the mess hall." the captain says, "We're gonna find out what kind of fei hua our new passengers have to tell us. Doc, once that hwoon dahn can move, get him and his boy friend there too."

Damon glares up at the captain as he climbs the iron stairs, resisting the urge to shout something back that would get him thrown out the air lock. If there's going to be another fight, he should at try to get feeling better first, not that he was particularly looking forward to one.
He looks back down at the doctor. "How much longer?"

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

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 5:11 PM

BOOMERGOODHEART

Kaylee's Move
Location: Galley

Kaylee smiles at Book as he motions her to the table. From some unknown little nook, Book produces a platter loaded with food.

"Mmmm, Sheperd, ya musta read my mind...I'm so hungry I could eat Alliance rations."

She smiles as she gets down to the serious business of eating.

End Move

BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 5:16 PM

CIARA

Inara's turn

Inara quietly walks back through the common area. Pausing in the common area, with a straight line of sight into the cargo bay, she sees quite a few members of the crew and a few people she doesn't recognize. The smell of alcohol is very strong, and she hopes its not coming from any of the assembled.

Curious, she decides to watch from above. Inara climbs the stairs onto the catwalk overlooking the cargo bay and watches the scene unfold.

end Inara's turn

ooc

sorry, can't write too much tonight, guys. Smooshed my pinky and ring finger pretty gruesomely today, never realized how much you use 'em in typing--:P

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 6:09 PM

OOC: Yikes Ciara! Take care of yourself, girl!

Wash's Move

MAL tells him to get the ship in the air and leaves to check out the ruckus below. Figuring they must be gonna head for Serenity Valley, WASH gives the coordinates to docking control and begins take-off procedures.

End Move.

Zoe's Move
(with bits of WASH's interweaving move mixed in)

Keeping her face emotionless, she listens with growing anger to THORNE's tirade.

THORNE: "Hell, girlie, my end o' the job went just fine, even if I did have to do it all by my lonesome, after y'all never showed up. Smooth as silk right 'til I got here and ended up in the middle of a Purple-belly shootin' gallery. And them ain't my boys. I don't know either of 'em from Adam's off ox. And yep, we got another stop, in Serenity Valley, but there ain't gonna be any Feds there. Probably need to lose this truck, too, after we get the goodies out of it."

ZOE responds, keeping her voice neutral.

"I'll have to have the ship's clocks checked, looked to me like we still had a half hour before rendezvous when you drove up that ramp. But, since you've already done the job, that's just one less thing to be done 'fore we head off-planet."

She turns as MAL arrives in the cargo bay, taking her position slightly behind him and to the left, watching the conversation between him, THORNE, and the TWO UNIDENTIFIED MEN (Damon and Slight).

After helping MAL open the crates and discuss their contents with THORNE, MAL orders ZOE to have WASH set course for a lonely piece of land and get everyone assembled in the galley. She turns and heads toward the bridge.

WASH turns as she enters the bridge, eyes lighting up like they always do when he sees her.

WASH: "So, hon, we got a destination? I mean, we could hover hear for a spell, but I think the Alliance might find that mighty strange behavior."

ZOE: "Yep. Find a quiet piece o' nowhere to set down. Cap'n wants to get everyone together in the galley to have a little chat with all our new arrivals."

As WASH resets the course controls and send Serenity out to the boondocks, ZOE presses the ship-wide intercom.

ZOE: "This is ZOE. We need all personnel - and I do mean all - to the galley immediately."

She pats WASH's shoulder before turning to the door.

ZOE: "Come join us once we're down."

WASH: "Right behind ya, baby."

ZOE heads to the galley, finding BOOK, JAYNE, and KAYLEE there when she arrives. She pours herself a cup of tea, and takes her place at the table.

End Move.

~A~

...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 6:48 PM

Book's Move

Location: Galley

Book looks up from the semi-tasty protein concoction he is about to put into his mouth as Zoe's voice comes over the intercom

"This is ZOE. We need all personnel - and I do mean all - to the galley immediately."

Book looks merrily to Jayne and Kaylee.

Book says to both

"Well, that was easy."

EM

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 7:34 PM

Damon's turn:

Before the doctor has time to answer, a woman's voice comes over the com ordering everyone to the galley. Damon looks up and notices a fancy and surprisingly attractive woman standing on the catwalk. How many women do they have on this boat?
He decides that he isn't going to miss the conversation in the galley for anything. The rest of his injuries can wait. He needs to find out where he is before he ends up in a holding cell... or out an air lock.
Brushing past the doctor, he picks up his bag from the floor and begins the slow task of climbing the stairs.

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

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 7:44 PM

CAPNRAHN

LOCATION-CARGO BAY
After ...

DAMON
Looks at Simon
"How much longer?"

SIMON
after putting tools away
"I have to remove those bullets RIGHT now. The one in your peritoneum is near a major artery of your liver. I fear your ribs are not only broken but one maybe shattered. I won't know until I view a scan of your torso."

SIMON retrieves a roll of wide elastic and begins to wrap DAMONs ribs as...

ZOE
Over Intercom
"This is Zoe. We need all personnel - and I do mean all - to the galley immediately"

EOM
Man I was about to post gobble-d-gook, so tired I was mispellin' words ta port and starboard... including THAT bloody sentance.

Night All! Fly Free!

"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"

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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 8:15 PM

OOC: Hi all I got/borrowed an account on AIM: mandigirl777 so if any of you AIM users wanna chat sometime, we can! for anyone on msn, you can reach me at dm_squee@earthlink.net Astirana, can you put this info on the contact list please?

Damon's turn:
Location: cargo bay

Damon stops at the foot of the stairs when he hears about the bullet.
"Shit, juh jun shr guh kwai-luh duh jin-jun... How long will that take? I have some talking to do with your charming captain."

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

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 3:17 AM

Keep the Shiny side up

Thorne's move:

Thorne turns away from the still sputtering captain and heads for the stairs to the common area. As he walks past the pale dude with the red eyes, he has that strange feeling again, but this kid's too young, and too remarkable looking, to have been in the program. Thorne hands him one of the bottles of tequila. "Happy Birthday, kid." he says with a grin.

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 3:43 AM

Keep the Shiny side up

Mal's move:

[Mal looks around the cargo bay once more as crew and pasengers start for the common area. Pools of booze and blood are drying on the deck plates. An occasional shard of glass falls from the trailer. One of the truck's tires is slowly going flat, sounding remarkably like someone giving him a particularly juicy raspberry. He's got to calm down or there'll be blood on the walls when he goes upstairs. Raising his clenched fists above his head, he starts to curse.]

"Ni ta ma de. Tian xia shuo you de ren dou gaisi! This go she is gorram unbelievable! Just once I'd like a job that didn't turn to Chou ma niao right before my eyes! Why does the 'verse always want to tai-kong suo-yo de shing-chiou doh sai-jin wu di pigu? I really don't deserve this."

[Feeling better, he heads for the stair. On the way, he grabs a bottle, breaks the neck off on a convenient stanchion, and pours a stiff jolt of tequila down his throat. Time to get his troublesome passengers squared away.]

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 4:18 AM

i DO aim to misbehave

Rowan's Move:
Location: Simon's Room, after Zoe has left.

Left alone in the doctor's room, Rowan lets herself relax. She's on board and barring any unforeseen unpleasantness, finally on her way to New Hikido. She can remember easier negotiations to get on board, but at least it's done.

Moving out into the hall, she turns to go up to her room, lightly brushing her fingers on the Serenity's smooth walls on the way. She wasn't spinning a yarn when she told Reynolds she liked the Firefly. Unlike some ships, there is a coziness to a Firefly in the way the crew quarters are designed, and an efficiency in how it all fits to accommodate the cargo hold.

Stepping inside her room, she slides the door shut and lifts her bag to the bunk. Opening it quickly, she pulls out fresh pants and a semi-sheere long-sleeve shirt. Slipping the robe off, she stretches again to eliminate the last of the kinks left over from an undue amount of tension, and gets dressed. While she's taking a brush through her still-damp hair, she hears gunfire from somewhere outside. Reacting quickly, she moves to grab the attaché and pull it to the head of the bunk. Opening the side storage bin, she shoves it as far into the back corner as it will go. Closing the bin firmly, she's still barefoot as she darts from the room and heads for the access stairs leading to the cargo bay just as the truck crashes into an unsuspecting four-wheeler on the ramp. Hearing Zoe chew out the fella called Thorne, Rowan easily recognizes the opera enthusiast from the Hara Cary, with a bottle of tequila in each hand. Rowan smiles and figures her situation may have turned just a bit shinier.

EOM

OOC: Must dash to work before am late. Will post more later!

OOC to GEEZER: Go Geezer, Go Geezer. Or to put it more succinctly: "Whoa...Good Mal." Oh, and To Quote Capn Rahn: *Homer'esque* mummmm... dark chocolate! I behave with dark chocolate the same way Kaylee does with a strawberry. Just an FYI

OOC to CAPNRAHN: I'm thinking being an engineer takes more than a measure of creative thinking. Art is about composition - finding the disparate parts of an image and putting them together. Difference between you and me is you can probably do the math without trying. Me? Not so much. Write your descriptions however you see fit, Capn. You're doing a pretty shiny job thus far.

OOC to CIARA: AWWWWWW, woe's Ciara!!!

I draw, therefore I am
http://www.mnartists.org/artistHome.do?rid=7922

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 5:10 AM

Slights turn:
Brink watches the captain lead the way to the common room, and takes a deep breath. He can tell it's going to be a long day, but he's used to those.
Slight turns to Damon, and watches the doctor take care of him. He'll be fine, Slight realizes. Now it's his turn to be worried for his own welfare. Slight follows the rest up to the common area, and puts his hand in his pocket, fondling the small device there. He hopes to all the Void he doesn't have to use it. . .

EM

Everyone Dies. Someone's carrying a bullet for you, doesn't even know it. The trick is, to die of old age before he finds you.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 5:11 AM

CIARA

Inara's turn

Zoe's voice over the intercom draws the attention of everyone in the cargo hold. They all begin to make their way up to the galley.

Finally, only Mal is left. Inara watches as he explodes--profanity of every type spewing from him mouth. His hands are bunched above his head, fingers clenching and unclenching. Her heart swells for him. She watches as he breaks the neck off of one of the bottles and takes a long draught. She winces at the sight.

"cutting your face to shreds on broken glass isn't going to make this situation any better, Mal." she calls down from the catwalk.

Mal turns to face her, deep blue meets soft brown--she sees the anger in his eyes, frustration and rage mix to harden his gaze.

"can't ruttin' hurt, now can it?
I thought you fancy companions were all about your privacy 'an such--odd to see you sneakin' around spyin' on people. Just can't help yourself?"

Inara laughs. "nothing about you has me helpless, Malcom Reynolds"

She turns to exit into the galley, and hears the thud of his boots on the steps to the catwalk.

She feels his hand on her arm and she turns to face him. A significant glance is exchanged, and he moves on ahead of her into the galley.

Inara shakes her head and enters the galley, where the rest of the crew are waiting.

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 6:16 AM

Slight:

Slight stands before the rest of the crew, and first takes off his blue glove, laying it to rest on the table. Immediately, he feels as though he's been lifted-like he just shrugged the 'Verse off his shoulders. He turns to the crew, and waits for someone, anyone, to tell him to begin, to go to hell, to do SOMETHING. He feels so tired, all of the sudden. Then he scans around to locate Simon, wanting to say he's sorry, sorry for what's happened, and what has to happen.

Everyone Dies. Someone's carrying a bullet for you, doesn't even know it. The trick is, to die of old age before he finds you.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 6:27 AM

Keep the Shiny side up

Mal's move:

Inara laughs. "nothing about you has me helpless, Malcom Reynolds"

[As Mal catches Inara on the stairway, he gives her what he hopes is a meaningful glance, conveying his hope that she won't cause him trouble while he's deciding what to do about the new passengers. Last thing he needs is her poking fun. Makes it rough in discipline. He enters the common area, where everyone is assembled, and looks back as Inara walks through the door.]

"Good. Now that we're all here, let's get down to business. First off, maybe one of you [points at Helsing and Damon] can tell me just who the guai you are, and why you think its a good idea to bring the gorram purple-bellies down on my ship. Make it good, or you're walkin' home from here."

[Finally noticing that Damon looks pretty bad, Mal asks,]

"Doc, is this liou mahng gonna live long enough to give us his sob story, or just die now an' save us the trouble?"

[Ignoring the glares from Inara and Book - they should know he's just talking tough - he waits for Simon's answer]

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 7:31 AM

Book's Move

Location: Galley

Book to Mal

"If I may captain, I don't think anyone here thought it was a good idea to have Alliance shooting at them, or us."

Book looks around the galley at each of the new passengers, taking each in.

"Let's not put them on their guard right away."

Book laughs, and relaxes his look, trying to put everyone at ease.

Book to everyone still standing

"Why don't you all have a seat."

EM

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 7:35 AM

Zoe's/Wash's Moves:
(Combining moves here, since neither needs much at the moment.)

WASH finds a fairly deserted spot not too far from the docks and sets Serenity down. He rushes to the galley to make sure not to miss anything (as tends to keep happening). WASH enters the galley and takes a seat next to ZOE just in time to see BOOK and INARA glaring at MAL, and wonders what he's missed. He looks questioningly at ZOE, wondering what he missed this time, but she shakes her head - so slightly as to only be seen by him - his cue that she'll tell him later. WASH leans forward, arms resting on the table in his usual pose, as BOOK speaks.

End Moves.

~A~

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You can't take the sky from me.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 7:40 AM

i DO aim to misbehave

Rowan's Move:
Location: Common area stairs, lurking behind the goings on in the cargo bay.

Rowan's mouth fairly waters over Thorne's description of the sensor pod. She can see the configurations, feel the pods workings in her hands, imagine them going smoothly into Serenity's systems. The B-series argon gas cannon could prove a bit problematic as a Firefly's specifications aren't exactly designed to support that kind of firepower. Then again, there's no telling what kind of enhancements the little mechanic has managed to perform.

Seeing the look on Reynold's face, Rowan can tell he's gotten more than a little overwhelmed by it all--a fella can only handle so many fires at one time, after all. With a brusque order to get underway, Zoe gives him a measuring look before she moves from the goings on in the Cargo bay and takes the forward catwalk stairs to head up to the bridge. The blonde man follows, grinning like a kid who went on the biggest ride in the park and lived to tell the tale.

Seeing the young man who had been a quivering mass on the dormitory floor only moments ago now tending to one of the two young men just on board, Rowan's surprised to notice the deft movements of his hands that suggest ingrained practice. He's a doctor? Then what in the nine hells was all that business before? She's heard tell of physicians answering the old adage of "heal thy self" by self-medicating, although he seems more than capable enough at the moment. Definitely a product of core-world schooling, no question about it. Nonetheless, physicians who take matters into their own hands can be dangerous at best, to themselves as well as others.

The one in the long coat looks like something out of a nightmare - not quite real and a just a little too quiet. When he does speak, he's succinct and matter-of-fact, but it's plainly obvious he's holding back something. Catching the glare the other boy tosses to Reynolds, Rowan decides that one could bear some watching. Youth saturated with anger combined with whatever manner of weapons he was carrying - and he definitely looked the type to be carrying - can lead to all manner of unpleasantness.

Everyone has secrets, no one knows that more than Rowan, but she wonders if Reynolds can tell it. With everything going on, a fella stuck in the thick of things often can't see what's going on right in front of him.

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ZOE Over Intercom : "This is Zoe. We need all personnel - and I do mean all - to the galley immediately"
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Time for the meet and greet.

Hearing the Firefly's engine power up, feeling the subtle vibration of gentle power in the deck under her bare feet, Rowan turns and leaves the captain to his troubles. Returning to her room, she locates a pair of hemp-soled sandals in her bag and quickly slips them on. Closing her bag, she shoves it into the next bin over under the bunk and then heads out, taking the back stairs up to the galley. There she finds Zoe sublimely steeping a cup of tea. Book is leaning over a large pot that contains some heavenly smelling concoction - shepherd was a fair hand at the stove at that - little Kaylee taking extreme delight in the food on her plate, and the large fella from the cargo bay standing at Book's right, staring at her the way small boys stare at the best chocolate in the 'verse through the store window.

Now he looks just as good standing up, doesn't he?

Moving over to the stove, she leans over to take a long whiff of the shepherd's stew and lifts her eyes as she raises an eyebrow at him. In her peripherals, she can see the Big fella's focus on the curves clearly revealed by the semi-sheer top and figures this is the one she likely won't have to worry about too overly much. Looking at him, she takes another deep breath and watches his pupils dilate. Making good use of his distraction, she takes account of him herself, noting broad chest and shoulders, nicely shaped hands and a vaguely vacant expression. Definitely wouldn't take much in the way of persuasion with this one and no questions asked either. There was one on every crew.

Book holds a plate loaded with stew right under her nose, doing his best to effectively curtail any further interaction. Looking at him, Rowan allows a warm smile - isn't that just like a shepherd?

Taking the plate and a pair of chopsticks, she moves to the lounge area away from the open area, keeping her back to the wall as she sits down. Taking a bite, then another, she gauges the length of the large dining table and figures that with a little tweaking, a decent holo-billiards system would fit nicely.

Rowan continues to eat as everyone assembles and Reynolds starts his speech.

EOM

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 8:09 AM

Slight stands up, noticing every move the crew makes, from the strong, tough-looking womans nod to the pilot, to the not-so-subtle seduction attempt by the woman decked completely in black. He can see the wincing Damon tries to hide, and the strained emotional looks fleeting between the captain and the Companion. He can hear the demons voice in the back of his head, whispering, reminding him he wanted to see all of it. It had been his choice.
"Look, I first want to apologize for the trouble brought upon you and yours, Captain. And while I'm sure I appear to be a young upstart in your eyes, much like that old soldier of yours who mailed himself to you, I doubt the Shepard here is even older than me."
OOC, I'll finish this in a second, I swear

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 8:24 AM

Slight clears his throught, and continues.
"I'm sure you've all heard of the Blue Sun Corporation. They've put more than a few parts in every ship that flies, and sell eveything from," Slight points to Jayne, as he continues, "clothes, to Core property. But much like I believe you to be, Captain, this corporation is a front, a means of which to do work towards something much larger than a few stitches of clothing. We, at the innermost circle, are interested most in," Brink stares at Simon, and swallows, "human upgrading. Improving the human body, and," Slight closes his eyes, trying to hold back the tears, "the human mind."

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 8:43 AM

Damon's turn:
Location: from cargo bay to common room

After hearing the doctor tell him he can survive for a bit longer if he takes it easy, Damon carefully climbs the stairs and follows the voices to the common room.
The first thing that catches his attention is the smell of food and it reminds him that he hasn't eaten in a long while. He's surprised at how many people are present and takes a moment to glance everyone over- and count whatever weapons that are visible- as the captain starts talking.
"I didn't fight half the planet's Feds to die on this boat," he says firmly, still standing near the door. He points to Brink. "This chunren told me he had a ship and I followed him cuz otherwise, I'd be dead. Now I want to know who you are and where I am."
He sighs as Brink takes the opportunity to appologize, trying to keep his frustration down. He leans against the nearest wall, still eyeing the food in the kitchen, and adjusts one of the severed handcuffs still tightly attatched to his wrist. The gorram things were beginning to cut into his skin and he's getting tired of putting up with them.
Still listening to Brink, he examins the handcuffs and makes a face when he realizes that this Alliance go se doesn't open with a key and therefore can't be picked with a pocket knife.
He looks up when Brink finishes. An uncomfortable silence follows and from the looks that the doctor is getting from various people, Damon guesses that he has some connection with Blue Sun as well.
"What is this? a boatload of ex-Alliance?"

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

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 8:51 AM

Brink feels his rage build. "I never was Alliance, wang bao dahn. The Blue Sun seceded because they couldn't deal with the luh-suh way it was handling, us. They wanted their damn psychics now!" Slight stops, catching his breath and staring, opened eyed, at nothing.

Everyone Dies. Someone's carrying a bullet for you, doesn't even know it. The trick is, to die of old age before he finds you.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 8:51 AM

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Rowan's Move:

Listening to Slight, it seems to Rowan he's working up to some kind of a confession.

Improving the human body and mind? Could it be Xiang was right all along?

EOM

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 9:03 AM

Damon's turn:

Damon voice rises in reaction to Brinks name calling. "Well what about that glove of yours! huh? You may be able to get by most folks with them recognizing it, but I sure as hell know what it means so you better give me a better answer than that."

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

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 9:12 AM

Slights breathing becomes heavy, as he struggles to reign in his rage. "You know nothing about what that glove means." Slight stares for so long, his eyes begin to draw the blood faster in Damon, just as the weapon the Powers used an Ariel does.

Everyone Dies. Someone's carrying a bullet for you, doesn't even know it. The trick is, to die of old age before he finds you.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 9:26 AM

Book's Move

Location: Galley

Book appears, in great stature, stepping between the shouting Brink and Damon, who though still only a few feet away from each other, look closer to pulling guns than throwing fists. Book ahems, lifts his hands and deftly sets a bowl of stew into Brink's and Damon's hands before they can reach for their guns.

Book looking at each of the shouting men in turn

"Gentlemen... don't fire your guns in here."

EM

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 9:30 AM

Slight starts gulping air and sitting down. "My apologies, Shepard. And my gun is with the captain, currently." Abruptly, Slight stares at teh wall. "Umm, which one is the pilot? Because there's is definetely troube coming towards us, at about half burn."

Everyone Dies. Someone's carrying a bullet for you, doesn't even know it. The trick is, to die of old age before he finds you.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 9:38 AM

i DO aim to misbehave

Rowan's Move:

ROWAN (softly): Now how does a shepherd learn how to diffuse hostilities with so little effort and so much authority? Is it a Biblical gift, or does seminary offer a specific curriculum for for something like that?

Having been poised, ready to hit the floor should bullets start flying, Rowan settles back again. Zoe had also been ready to pounce, and is now glaring darkly at both young interlopers. Reassured that the crew isn't afraid to take appropriate measures when need be, Rowan lets her sandals drop to the floor. Drawing both legs up, she folds them effortlessly into lotus postion and resumes observing as she finishes up her meal.

EOM

OOC: DAMN fine post, Maniac!

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 9:39 AM

Wash's Move:

WASH has been watching the interchange between the two newcomers, wondering which one will shoot first - ZOE or MAL - when BOOK manages to diffuse the situation for the moment.

"Gotta love a man who can stop a gunfight with stew..."

WASH starts when the RED-EYED MAN (SLIGHT) makes his pronouncement. Coming from RIVER, he might not have been surprised...

"Come to think of it, the man's got red eyes, maybe I shouldn't be surprised at him, either."

Aloud, he says:

"Hey, that'd be me!. Guess I'll just leave you kids to your fun and go find us a lonelier piece o' planet. Maybe a nice little spot in the middle of nowhere..."

He leaves his seat, goes to the bridge and sits down, fussing with his dials and switches. Once Serenity is back in the air and moving away from the approaching trouble, he checks his screens to find them a MUCH lonelier piece of nowhere, were they surely won't be bothered, or followed.

End Move.

OOC: I concur! Thanks, Maniac!

~A~

...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 9:41 AM

Keep the Shiny side up

Mal's move:

[Things look to be getting out of control again, with these two hollering at each other, and Mal notices that River has been backing towards the door ever since she saw that blue glove.]

"Both of you bi zui just a second, dong ma? This is all interestin', but it don't answer my questions. Who's candy did you steal to get the Feds shootin' at you,[points at Damon] and why did you [points at Slight] make the pien doh juh juh tyaren decision to bring his shot-up carcass on board my ship? We can talk about your fancy-dress gloves later."
Mal's move, supplemental:

[Mal sees that River is still edging towards the door, and is starting to get that "I'm a crazy girl, yes indeed" look on her face. He glances at Inara, and , catching her eye, looks toward River. The Companion instantly picks up on River's fear and moves to try and comfort her.]

EOM

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 9:51 AM

Slight merely shrugs off the captains question. "My ships is too small for me to fly it and doctor a man, all the while running from the feds. Bought it off a trader, claimed he found it just drifting along just recently. It is well equipped, though; whoever Early is, he knows how to make a good ship." Slight stares at the crews reaction. "What? I bought the ship, I didn't kill the man to get it."

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 9:52 AM

Keep the Shiny side up

Edit: Just time shifting. Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 10:00 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by RavenWhyteWing:
Slight stares for so long, his eyes begin to draw the blood faster in Damon, just as the weapon the Powers used an Ariel does.

OOC: If I understand this correctly, Brink's stare is causing Damon to bleed like in Ariel for a moment? If I interpreted wrong, someone holler.

Damon's turn:

Damon pulls his glare away and puts a hand to his forehead as a painful headache suddenly explodes his his head. He opens his eyes when he feels a small trickle of blood from his nose and fresh blood running from his arm wound.
"Ching-wah TSAO duh liou mahng..."
He grabs the hilt of his gun, but a man with two bowls of food steps in front of him before he pulls it out. The headache slowly starts to fade and the bleeding stops. Absently taking the bowl in his left hand, he keeps a threatening glare on Brink, torn between rage and fear. His hand stays glued to the hilt of his gun.

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

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 10:04 AM

Slight realizes his mistake, and reverses his powers, before he kill a man and most likely himself in the process.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 10:06 AM

Keep the Shiny side up

Mal's move:

[To Slight]" That'll do for now, but don't think I'm finished with you. Now, for the third time and last time, what's your story? Or do you expect that bowl of stew will heal you all by itself? And by the by, does either of you have a name? 'cause I sure ain't heard one yet."

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 10:10 AM

Damon's turn continued:

Damon glances at the captain as he speaks to him, then quickly looks back to Brink. He speaks to the captain, but his hand doesn't leave the his gun and his eyes don't leave Brink.
"I'm not answering any questions until I know where the guay I am. For all I know you folks are keen to turn me in, if not it looks you're ready to kill me. So for the last time, where am I and who are you people?"

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

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 10:13 AM

Slight suddenly realizes he still has the bottle of tequila handed to him earlier. "Well, I'm Brink Helsing, but most call me Slight," he answers, taking a long pull of the tequila.

Everyone Dies. Someone's carrying a bullet for you, doesn't even know it. The trick is, to die of old age before he finds you.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 10:16 AM