RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 14 by FrauDirektor

Wash's move (finally!):
Wash slowly stirs. He doesn't even have to open his eyes to realize that he's in bed with the woman he loves. With a sniff, he can smell the coffee wafting down through the atmo feed. It's probably a good time to get up. Wash leans over and kisses Zoe's forehead. She shifts, and smiles in her sleep. Wash is quiet as he can be, dressing, but of course, she still wakes up.
"Good morning, bao bei," he says softly, smiling with his pants still somewhere around his ankles.

EOM

You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.

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Monday, April 5, 2004 11:02 AM

Book's Move
LOCATION - BOOK'S ROOM

"I would say, first thing is for you to relax." Book relaxes the look he must have been giving her inadvertantly, and soothes his emotions back to stillness.

"Second, you may call me Shephed or Book, and the title is a religious one. I'm not a superior," Book lowers his voice conspiratorally and puts a soft quirky grin on his face. "I actually don't like them much. I'd like to think one day everyone will consider themselves as equals."

Book pauses in his attempts to make Mercedes comfortable and he turns and sits down on his bunk, suddenly exhausted. He wonders what kind of a place she must have grown up in... to believe what she does. She's apparently been taken advantage of without her knowledge.

"You have good instincts. I think you've started on the right road to understanding how to get along with this crew and in new situations in life. You've got to trust someone sometime, like you're trusting me now, and just hope that the person you trust won't lead you astray."

Book stands back up and goes to his cracked mirror, not looking up at it, but instead down at his Bible sitting on the counter below. He picks it up and leafs through a few pages, then turns back to Mercedes. "I will not lead you astray."

"As for the clothing optional statement.... Book says with a somewhat worried look as he scratches at the back of his neck. "... maybe you better tell me a little more."

EM

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Monday, April 5, 2004 12:32 PM

CIARA

LOCATION - INARA'S SHUTTLE

short post to let Rowan in--will post more later

As Inara is putting the final touches on her apparel for her evening with Thorne, suddenly there comes a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at her chamber door.

Assuming a visitor, and nothing more, "Qing jin"* she calls to the door.

(with apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)
*Qing jin--come in, enter

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

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Monday, April 5, 2004 1:55 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION- SPARE SHUTTLE

Damon pulls his bag out from under his bed and rifels through its meager contents, pulling out his three shirts, underwear and stray socks. Just as he wonders where his second pair of pants are, he remembers that they had fallen victim to the doctors scissors yesterday.

Looks like I'll be doing some shopping at NH.

After grabbing his razor and putting his bag back under his bed, he steps out onto the catwalk and heads for the infirmery.

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

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Monday, April 5, 2004 5:26 PM

MERZ move

LOCATION – BOOKS ROOM

Quote:
I will not lead you astray.

why do i believe him? it is not the first time i have trusted, but why do i believe him?

Book has sat down and then risen again. his posture and his very smell speak of tension and concern. In an effort to make him more at ease, MERZ drops into a seated position on the floor, as much at ease as she can manage.

After a short pause, MERZ answers him, her voice a monotone, her face stone. “All right Shepherd. Home was a barracks with 24 other TROYS. Everything we did, we did together. Clothing was what was needed, called for at any given time for training or comfort only. Time spent among others than us was mission time and had different parameters and strictures. We only know what we are taught and we are taught only what we need to know.

I spent time outside of the shelter of the TROYS. I . . . made different . . friends and learned new things. I learned the difference between nude and naked from one who believed that to be unclothed by choice was among other things, a matter of trust. His companions/crew understood his beliefs and those who would share them. I learned this from him along with other, different lessons. I was beginning to learn more from all of these comrades when they were taken from me.”

Pause

“I did not know enough people to realize all places are not the same.”

Pause

“They told us of religion. We are taught it is a set of lies told by those who would control to those whom they would control, full of contradictions and false comfort. We do not need such things.”

Pause

“I want to learn to fit in while I search for my lost ones. I am afraid that making friends or new companions may endanger them, should I be sought after. TROYS do not leave the group.”

Pause

“I think I may be learning to understand fear. I already know sorrow. And what I had of faith is already shattered.”

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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Monday, April 5, 2004 7:27 PM

DRAGONFLYDIRECTOR

INTERLUDE 3 Part I
LOCATION - OMICRON PERSII VIII, OROBOROS
0520 AMT {Alliance Mean Time} As ...
In mid leg sweep, CORVAIR TROY is nearly caught off guard by the apparent buzzing in his left ear. Flipping out of range of his opponent, a motorized stick-man, he lands off of the sensor mat.

Closing his eyes, he concentrates on the scrambled wave that was being relayed to his internal cochlea transducer. After a moment of extracting the message from the code, he smiles tightly and heads for the landing bay.

EOI

"Observe Analyze & Respond"
Motto of the A.P.E.s
Alliance Protean Engineers

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Monday, April 5, 2004 10:48 PM

Book's Move
LOCATION - BOOK'S ROOM

Seeing Rowan sit on the floor, Book stops his random movements and internally berates himself. She just stood there and spoke, and I go and wander about the room. I didn't even offer her a seat. I wonder if she would have taken it.

Book listens to Rowan and remains silent until she reaches religion. He opens his mouth to speak, but the look on her face is one he's seen before and he closes it again.

Book can feel his heart breaking as he listens to this girl tell him of her loss of belief, and her search for freedom. She was meant to come here. Sent here for me to help he thinks. Book closes his eyes for a what he supposes are only a few moments, his hands tightly clutching his Bible, and silently asks for the strength to help Mercedes. He opens them again to see Mercedes watching him intently, and realizes that more time has passed in silence than he thought.

A warm smile on his face, Book releases his grip on his Bible. "Fortunately for you, faith can be mended." Book stops and waits for the inspiration he just asked for. He decides to try to address the issue of the people who had told her about religion. "The measure of anyone is in what they do, not what they say. Those people who told you that religion was meant to control you... did they try to control you?"

Book pauses to see the effect of his words. Is she afraid to speak to me more fully? he thinks. "There's no need for you to fear endangering me." Book sets the Bible back down on the counter top. "Tell me, what does TROY stand for?"

EM

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Tuesday, April 6, 2004 12:42 AM

MERZ move

LOCATION – BOOKS ROOM

BOOK smiled at her.

Quote:
Fortunately for you, faith can be mended. Those people who told you that religion was meant to control you... did they try to control you?

MERZ tried to smile back at him, knowing that her smile more resembles - well she doesn’t know what. But not his. “Did they try to control me? Pretty thoroughly I suspect. I had no measure of how much until I . . . left.”

Quote:
Tell me, what does TROY stand for ?

MERZ considers the question, her face once more relaxed into nothing. “I do not believe it stands for anything. It is just our – name. We are team TROY. I am unit Mercedes. There are other teams. I have met units from team HARN, MORT and OPAL.” Without conscious thought, MERZ has straightened even further than is normal for her, practically sitting at attention. Her words become almost a litany. “We are orphans. We were given names and a place. We are grateful and dutiful. We are trained. We are utilized as needed. We do not question. We do not deviate. We do not fail. We honor our commander.”

MERZ drops her head, and then looks sideways up at the Shepherd, like a young child. “I . . . deviate. I have failed my commander, and I have dishonored myself. I do not wish to return. That is further dishonor.” pause “Strange, to have wishes of my own.”

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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Tuesday, April 6, 2004 11:41 AM

OOC: I said I wouldn't, but I am
Slights move:

Slight wanders into town. His armor has locked itself into the fishnet shirt-like configuration, and is covered by the black leather trenchcoat. Thankfully, it has gone silent.

He can see the typical fare of a ship port. Sad little men, peddling transport, old women selling clothes. Little children running around, trying to find likely pickpocketing targets. Teenage girls in the small alleys, wearing next to nothing and eyeing potential customers.

To Slight, it feels like home.

Searching out the transports is a hassle. He sens a few discreet messages to the armor, and walks slowly to the nearest Cortex terminal. He moves to turn on the screen, and stops, shocked, staring at his face.

His eyes are the deep, fierce gold of an albino. The reflective red is gone, as was the shielded gray.
Slight shakes his head. Whatever happened in his mind has taken a strange toll.
The nanytes, sensing the terminal, follow his instructions and fly into it. Within seconds, they've integrated themselves into the system. The machine is faster, and already searching for passage to New Hokkaido. Four ships flash onto the screen. Void, a rustbucket TransView is still operating here. It then deletes the two that are leaving too late-one's leaving tomorrow-and of the two that are left is the TransView. Only other ship there is-Well, what do you know? It's a Firefly class transport. Looks to be in decent shape. Captain Seraph, flying for thiry years. The nanytes quickly check the fed files. Nope, looks like. . .Lillian is a clean ship.
Go-se. Means the captain is a law-abiding citizen, or too smart for his good. Either way, bad for Brink Helsing.
Slight shrugs. He can squeeze him, one way or another. Slight checks the passenger manifest. Oh, good, they're waiting for one more passenger. Then Slight looks closer at who else is flying.
Go-se.

You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.

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Tuesday, April 6, 2004 1:23 PM

Keep the Shiny side up

THORNE'S MOVE:

LOCATION: HIS QUARTERS

[THORNE is ironing a white cotton shirt. As he irons he is unconsciously singing "Ready for Love" by Bad Company.

"Walkin' down this rocky road
Wondering where my life is leadin'
Rollin' on to the bitter end
Finding out along the way
What it takes to keep love living
You should know how it feels, my friend"

He finishes the shirt and hangs it beside the suit he had touched up earlier. Freshly polished shoes sit on the shelf.

Clothing ready, he opens the case he earlier fetched from the hold and pulls a small stasis chamber from it. The chamber's lock opens to his fingerprint, and he removes two heavy round objects. Carefully laying them on the bed, he retrieves a metallic cylinder from the case and places it beside them. He opens the cylinder, fits the globes gently inside, closes and latches the lid, and checks the timer set into it.

He removes other objects, including a razor-sharp knife and a bottle of clear liquid, from the stasis chamber and case and places them, along with the cylinder, in a well-used duffel bag.]

THORNE: "Yes sir. Someone's gonna get the surprise of their life tonight. Wasn't sure I could get this stuff on board, but it'll be well worth it if everything goes off at the right time."

[Smiling, he counts out 500 Plat in new Alliance bills and places them in an envelope. He folds the flap over but doesn't seal it, then puts the envelope in an inside pocket of the suit.]

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Tuesday, April 6, 2004 8:06 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION COMMON AREA to INFIRMARY

Damon reaches the common area and finds the washing machine without much difficulty. His small bundle of clothes are dropped into the machine, followed by a reasonable amount of soap. He closes the lid, making sure that it's sealed and hits the start button.

Satisfied when he hears the sound of running water from inside the machine, he walks into the infirmery and closes the door behind him.

OOC: That's all for now. I'll have time for more tomorrow. Night all- or good morning, depending on when you guys read this

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

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Tuesday, April 6, 2004 11:15 PM

Book's Move
LOCATION - BOOK'S ROOM

Book's eyes soften and he goes to the floor in front of Mercedes and sits down smoothly into a cross-legged position.

"Honor is earned. The way you and the other TROY's were treated wasn't right. Those people who treated you that way deserve no honor from you."

Book watches the confused look on Merz's face. Is she confused with the ideas? Does she not believe me? he thinks.

"It isn't dishonor to wish for your own freedom, nor is it strange. Every person on this ship wants their freedom... in one way or another. Having attained your freedom, although not the complete freedom you're searching for, you shouldn't feel dishonor."

Book folds his hands together and rests them on his legs. "How is it that you were separated from the other TROY's and given the opportunity to meet those other people?

EM

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Wednesday, April 7, 2004 1:42 AM

Keep the Shiny side up

MAL'S MOVE:

Location: Bridge/Crew Quarters Passage/Hold/Common Room/Galley

[MAL can hear and feel the movement of people all over the ship. His watch is over, and he decides to take a prowl around and act captainy for a while. Leaving the Bridge, whe pauses at WASH and ZOE's bunk and pounds on the hatch.]

MAL: "WASH! Get your jing tzahng mei yong duh butt off my First Officer an' up to the bridge. Need you to re-check everythin', after that Crazy Ivan yesterday. Ma-shong ya' hear?"

[Giving the hatch one last hearty thump, MAL clumps down the fore stair to the Hold. He checks the strapping on the conex and tightens a turnbuckle that doesn't really need it. A pile of disarranged storage boxes shows that DAMON was at least looking for the tie-downs to use as field-expedient seat belts, although he's nowhere to be seen right now.

Hearing a step, he turns in time to see ROWAN on the starboard catwalk entering the passage to INARA's shuttle. Just goin' for some girl talk?

Since he's already looking up, he turns around to check the lights and vents on the ceiling. On the port catwalk he sees RIVER. she is walking along the top of the handrail, above a 30 foot drop, as though it were a tightrope. Her eyes are closed. Nothing unusual there.

When he arrives at the common Room, he finds it empty, but can see DAMON in the laundry. 'Bout time that boy cleaned up. Hope he's takin' it easy on those wounds. MAL knows how easy it is to make 'em worse if you're not careful.

The smell of fresh coffee and hot baked goods draws him up the aft stair to the galley. KAYLEE is finishing off a muffin.]

MAL: "Mornin' Little Miss Winnit. Better be a muffin left for me, or someone's gonna be cleaning the outer hull with a toothbrush. Let's see what we got here."

[MAL finds his special cup, emblazoned with the slogan 'Cause I'm the Captain, That's Why!', pours a cup of coffee, and grabs a muffin. After a bite and a sip, he feels right with the world, and sits down at the table to finish his breakfast.]

EOM

Jing tzahng mei yong duh = Frequently useless
Ma-Shong = On the double

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Wednesday, April 7, 2004 5:43 AM

CIARA

LOCATION -INARA'S SHUTTLE

Inara turns to the door as Rowan enters. Smiling graciously as she looks up into the taller woman's striking jade gaze, Inara clasps Rowan's hand and welcomes her in. As Inara turns to close the door, she sees Mal peering up from the floor of th e cargo bay. Inara's heart gives a small leap, then she realizes he's probably just inspecting the ceiling. "I must really be slipping" she thinks to herself. Closing the door and leading Rowan by the hand to the velvet sofa, Inara motions for her to sit.

"Ah Rowan! It's so good to see you up and about. Feeling better I trust? You will join me for tea, won't you?"

Inara busies herself with tea preparation as they talk--she is still wearing the thin shift she slept in, but has thoroughly bathed, he skin glowing, freshly scrubbed.

Each time Inara glances up into Rowan's eyes, she feels a comfortable warmth, a familiarity--she is very much like her sister in so many ways--though Inara would bet neither would admit to it. Aislin's face flows into place over Rowan's in Inara's mind--her soft smile...her kind words...she is a part of home Inara has missed greatly.

pouring Rowan the first cup, then her own, the two women sit in companionable conversation.

EOM

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

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Wednesday, April 7, 2004 6:13 AM

BOOMERGOODHEART

Kaylee's Move
Location: Galley

Lost in ruminations about Simon, Kaylee hears the Captain griping about something from far away.

"Mornin', Cap'n," she says vaguely.

End Move

BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."

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Wednesday, April 7, 2004 7:11 AM

Wash's move:

Wash hears the sharp, almost fatherly orders from the captain above his bunk. He gives a sheepish grin to his wife. "Guess I better get back to the office. If you get some coffee, save me a sip, bao bei?" They both smile. They know she'll bring a perfect cup of brownbean-once she gets around to it.

He pulls on his hawaiian shirt, and hops onto the ladder. With a few steps, he arrives into the bridge, and flips three switches. Within moments, he's got his baby talkin to him. Looks like the port afterburner's reacting a little slowly, better check that out,.

You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.

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Wednesday, April 7, 2004 8:50 AM

ASTRIANA

ZOE's MOVE(finally!):
LOCATION - WASH & ZOE'S BUNK

WASH kisses ZOE's forhead. Recognizing his morning ritual of waking her by trying not to wake her, ZOE shifts, and smiles, pretending to stay sleep. When she hears WASH begin to move around, she knows the jig is up and decides to get up and start the day.

WASH: "Good morning, baobei.*"

ZOE's smile widens as looks up and sees WASH's pants still haven't quite made it above his ankles. She glances at the clock and chuckles softly, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

ZOE: "Bet the Capn'll be beatin' down the door any minute..."

The sound of MAL pounding on the door and shouting interrupts her. She shakes her head ruefully and begins to dress, still chuckling.

ZOE: "Never fails..."

WASH gives ZOE a sheepish grin. ZOE grins back and finishes dressing.

WASH: "Guess I better get back to the office. If you get some coffee, save me a sip, baobei*?"

They both smile. They know she'll bring him a perfect cup of brownbean - when she gets around to it. WASH pulls on his Hawaiian shirt, climbs the ladder and heads up to the bridge.

ZOE finishes pinning her hair back, takes a moment for a long stretch, then climbs the ladder herself, heading in the opposite direction.

ZOE enters the galley and looks around to see who's about. She sees KAYLEE at the table, munchin' a muffin, looking for all the world like she ain't really there. Feeling sympathy for the young woman, ZOE puts her hand on KAYLEE's shoulder as she passes, giving it a little pat in understanding.

ZOE sees MAL sitting at the table too, sipping from his favorite mug. Figuring coffee's not such a bad idea, she goes to the decanter and fills a cup for herself, thinking she can bring WASH a mug and a muffin once she's got the lay of the land for the day. She gives MAL a sidelong glance and smiles slyly as she pours.

ZOE: "Thanks for the wake up call, Capn. Didn't much need it, but it's nice to be thought of."

ZOE picks up her cup and leans against the wall nearest the table. Raising the cup to her lips, she takes a long pull, taking care not to burn her mouth, and glances surreptitiously at MAL over the rim.

END LOCATION - DINING ROOM

End Move.

baobei = darling, sweetheart
OOC: Woohoo!! I finally get to post!!!

~A~

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

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Wednesday, April 7, 2004 8:55 AM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave

Rowan's Move:
LOCATION - INARA'S SHUTTLE

Poised on Inara's doorstep, Rowan detects a spicy, engaging aroma wafting from the shuttle's interior that reminds her strongly of the incense Aislin used to use when she came home to visit. Thinking of her surprises Rowan somewhat. They were never as close as sisters should be, something that often mystified her as a child. There were times she felt she and Aislin were embroiled in a competition of some kind, the rules of which only Aislin knew and was unwilling to share. In a way, it was more of a relief when she finally went off to the Academy.

Quote:
INARA: "Qing jin"

Stepping inside, Rowan discovers an environment intentionally designed to put an outsider at his - or her - ease upon the moment of entry. Some of the tension she wasn’t even aware of drifts away even as Inara takes her hand, looks into her eyes and warmly smiles.

Recalling her reaction to the companion on first sight, Rowan finds herself drawn to her. Things of beauty such as this are rare indeed in the black. To be in the presence of one such as Inara is a heady experience indeed.

Quote:
"Ah Rowan! It's so good to see you up and about. Feeling better I trust? You will join me for tea, won't you?"

ROWAN: "You won't hear me say no."

Receiving a warmer smile, Rowan takes a seat on the curved sofa and takes some pleasure in watching the companion gracefully move in the shuttle's small space. Rowan finds it easy to speak to her and finds herself discussing the elements of 9-ball with a most unlikely fan of the game. There is a sense of familiarity with Inara, unlike anything Rowan has experienced before, but not in any way that Rowan would have defined as comfortable. On the contrary, In a different time and place, Rowan would have enjoyed contracting with her just to indulge a bit in the easy intimacy they seem to have developed so effortlessly. The allure of it is almost to good to pass up.

All too soon, Rowan's thoughts return to the arrival at New Hokkaido.

ROWAN: "I am feeling better - it's nice to have both eyes back. But I'll need to reformulate the disguise once I get to New Hokkaido, and I wondered if you could give me some help with that."

EOM

Qing jin--come in, enter

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

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Wednesday, April 7, 2004 9:46 AM

Slights move:

Slight stares up at the impassive bridge of the Lillian. Whereas Serenity has a more graceful, if bulky appearance, Lillian has more of a sleek, icy look to it. Like the ice that hangs from a roof after a snowy day.
Slight keeps watching the ship, and realizes with a sigh that he's still in there.
Captain Seraph is standing under the bridge, smoking what seems to be a cigar of some kind. Hopefully this is a smoking-permitted trip. Slight hasn't had a moment without an unlit cigarette.
Seraph is a stocky man, short and pudgy. A well rounded stomach stretches at the simple cotton trousers. His shirt is just a stress-once called "muscle shirts," if he recalls correctly-also a simple, blue cotton piece of clothing. The only thing that proves him as a spacer is the black, thick boots on him. A reddish brown cap alights his head. His eyes are small-they look crafty, but Slight can tell he's honest soul. The green seems odd with the rest of his clothes.
Slight adjusts his trenchcoat, and puts on his red sunglasses. Better make this quick, no reason to be wasting time.
"Captain Seraph?"
The man looks up from his cigar. "That's me, si. What's your business, amigo?"
Slight grins. By the Void, they both know the smae language. "Busco el pasaje a Hokkaido Nuevo." {I need passage to new Hokkaido}
The captains eyes widen, and he waves his arm energetically.
"¿Realmente? ¡Bueno! ¡Venga a bordo!" {Really? Good! Come on board}
"Gracias." {Thank you}
Both step inside, and Slight almost shudders to be out of the sun. It had taken him all night to get to the port, and he was glad for it. Anyone in the sun of Hera would be burning by now.
Slight would have passed out. Albinos did not react well to sun.
The captain moved to the com by the door, portside, unlike Serenity. "Candy, viene a la bahía de la carga." {Candy, come down to the cargo bay} "Si, senor." The voice is female, but darker.
Slight reverts to English as the footsteps make noise above him. "Captain, on our way there, might I rent one of the shuttles?" "Si, senor, but there's only one available. The other one is rented to another passenger. Candy, would you show this gentlemen to his room?" Slight is about to turn to face this Candy, when Seraph suddenly notices Slight has no bags. "Travel light, amigo?" The raised eyebrow is one of worry. Is he trying to get off in a real hurry?
Slight smiles winningly. "Not at all, I left my bags with a friend. I was hoping you could leave within an hour, and in the meantime I could retrieve them."
Seraph shrugs, which Slight can tell is a yes. He finally turns to face Candy.
It takes all of his effort not to drop his jaw to the ground. The woman standing before him is pale. She stands almost eye-to-eye with Slight, eyes that are the palest of blue with specks of violet streaking through. Her hair is black, with purple highlights all around her head. She, too, wears a stretch. But the effects are much more gratifying on her than the captain. Her pants are a much tighter sort of cottton, flaring out only over the boots. The whole outfit is black, with some kind of silver shimmer under it.
Slight takes a deep breath. "Hi, my name is Brink. Brink Feral." "Candy Seraph." "Captains wife?" Slight enquires. The man does not deserve this. "No, his youngest sister. This is a family operation. Rick is the capitan, I fly the boat, and Serena is the mech. Tio and Josephine are. . .our heavy lifters" Slight smiles inwardly. Guns can be pretty heavy, "and Rose is the cook. She's the oldest, but she doesn't want to be captain. Says she has enough problems makin a meal for all of us."
Slight nods, remembering the mental images that flick through her mind as she ticks them off.
"Candy seems like an unusual name for a Hispanic."
"I'm not Hispanic-albinos don't happen often in those families." Slight gives a nod of sympathy as she says the word that haunts both of them. "I was adopted into this family. I was found wandering around Beaumont three years ago." Slight suddenly realizes why she seems so familiar. It's not just the pigment-free skin. He saved her, and dropped her at Beamont. She was eighteen then, and she had been unconcious. He'd left money with her. "What about before?" He keeps his voice and face nuetral, signalling her. "I had a bad childhood," she responds, also flattening her voice and face. Slight raises his glasses, and removes them. She smiles. "I better take you to your ship. Ever sailed on a Firefly? I can make it quite a ride, and she's got some bumps to her."
Slight gives a half-smile, as he remembers how he got off the last Firefly. "Think I'll be fine, thanks."

You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.

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Wednesday, April 7, 2004 9:54 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - INFIRMARY

Damon looks around the infirmery, noting that the window coverings are down. Somehow the room feels very empty without a doctor.

He crosses the room, sets his razor down on the counter beside the sink and starts looking for the supplies he needs. Pain killers, hydrogen peroxide, and a clean rag.

He brings them back to the sink. After giving the instructions for the pain killers a brief skim, he pops a few in his mouth and downs them with a handful of water.

Next he opens the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, pours some onto the rag and gives his wound a thorough cleaning.

OOC: to be continued...

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

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Wednesday, April 7, 2004 3:22 PM

Damon's turn continued:
LOCATION - INFIRMARY

Satisfied that his first wound is clean, Damon unbuckles his weapon' belt and drops his pants. He carefully removes the bandage from his leg and begins cleaning the bullet wound that had been patched up by Simon.

He thinks back, trying to remember if Simon had given him any instructions for cleaning them, but comes up with nothing. There's nothing but a blank from when Simon came into the infirmery to when he woke up on the secondary bed almost an hour later.

Once finished with his leg, he pulls off his shirt and removes the bandage between his elbow and his burn. He feels his anger build at the sight of the name on his arm- the scar that will have him branded as property for as long as it remains on his flesh.

Quote:
I own you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Dong ma?

It hurt. More than just physical pain. They tore you down. But you kept building yourself up. But every time they tore you down a little more. And it got harder to rebuild.

Yeah, it hurt, he admits to himself, glaring at the burn, You stilll hurt, but I'm not broken. I won, and as soon as I can afford to have you removed, it'll be game over. I'll find somewhere where the Feds won't find me- where Crofton won't find me- and be able to finally stop running. And there's nothin' that hwoon dahn can do about it.

dong ma = understand
hwoon dahn = bastard

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

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Wednesday, April 7, 2004 4:36 PM

MERZ move

LOCATION – BOOK’S ROOM

Quote:
"How is it that you were separated from the other TROY’s and given the opportunity to meet those other people?

MERZ has long wondered about that. A truly satisfactory explanation has never been given to her, not that she actually asked. “I believe it was a combination of circumstances. It is not unusual for a TROY to be ‘loaned’ to another division/commander for an extended period of time, should need be determined. All of us have served on such detached duty. It is simply understood that we fulfill our mission and do not mingle with outsiders.”

MERZ turns a little pink. Is she blushing? wonders BOOK.

“TROY’s are supposed to be interchangeable. We know, learn and do the same things even if some are better than others. I have always been questionable because I am not of correct height. But I am fastest. I also have . . . interests outside of the group and have had since – always. I fix things. It has been a problem with and for me for as long as I can remember. Detaching me to be loaned to an elite engineering team entering a ‘hot zone’ was either a mistake in judgement or an intentional experiment. For me it was, well – fun.”

MERZ stands. “I thank you. I feel - better – now, I think. And while I disagree, your views on honor have given me something to consider. Freedom is proving to be harder that than the alternative. Concerning clothing, I have decided that as long as those around me are clothed, it is probably best that I remain so. I will look into acquiring additional wardrobe in New Hokkaido if there is time. That takes credit, does it not? I have heard Captain Reynolds about and it is time that I saw about my expected duties. Shepherd Book, I am – glad – that you spoke with me. I hope we may speak again.”

Once again, and understanding that the Shepherd said he is not a superior, she cannot change her oldest responses, and the salute escapes her.

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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Wednesday, April 7, 2004 9:17 PM

Book's Move
LOCATION - BOOK'S ROOM

Book rises to his feet as Merz does. Listening to her make her excuses, it's obvious to him that he's failed in his initial attempt to reach her, but he doesn't let his disappointment show.

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Mercedes - "Shepherd Book, I am – glad – that you spoke with me. I hope we may speak again."
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"I'm glad you spoke with me as well. It's plain that we have more to talk about, I will be available to give you my help... if you want it."

Mercedes saltues him, and Book half raises his arm to return Merz's salute, then covers his action by quickly bringing his other hand up as well, clasping them together and giving a nod to Merz.

Walking her to the door, he can see that she is eager indeed, like she said, to see about other ship business... she is practically bouncing on her feet. Merz walks briskly away in search of Mal, and Book looking over her departing shoulder notices River's door is open and the light is off. River's awake. he thinks.

EM

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Thursday, April 8, 2004 4:32 AM

Wash's move:
Wash continues the checkup, finally satisfied that besides the port burner, everythings hunkydory.
Wash leans back, ready to arrive in New Hokkaido already. Blue Sun operatives, robotic naked women, Alliance gunboats. . .Wash starts to contemplate starting a beagle farm. Might be nice change of pace.

You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.

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Thursday, April 8, 2004 9:23 AM

MERZ move

START LOCATION – OUTSIDE BOOK’S ROOM

that went well

MERZ is content as she hurries back into the galley. Although she did not report to the Captain as soon as she probably should have, she feels more able to cope for having spoken to BOOK. maybe there is something is this religion philosophy after all. must give it some study later, time permitting.

The common area is beginning to look a bit livelier as the morning actually begins. Merz steers straight for the coffee pot first; there is less than a dribble left. No problem. She dumps the dregs of the pot into recycling and starts a fresh one. Does not take long to locate what is needed, there is a certain logic to placing coffee supplies near the coffee pot. Soon enough she has a fresh pot going. Now to try to blend in.

She remembers this pose, has seen it more than once. She has her own empty cup in hand, was waiting by the pot. She turns, and leans back against the wall, arms crossed, cup in hand and legs crossed at the ankle. he always looked so relaxed this way. he thought it was charming, whatever that is. can’t hurt to try

MERZ scans the room, noticing everyone. ZOE with her cup, KAYLEE still lost in thought, and the Captain, looking relaxed and contented. She catches MAL’s eye. “Good morning again Captain. I think I am ready now. What do you need from me today?”

EOM

END LOCATION - GALLEY

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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Thursday, April 8, 2004 10:29 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - INFIRMARY

Damon finishes with the graze on his arm and rinses off the rag in the sink to begin washing the rest of his body. Not many ships have working showers so when he gets the time to bathe, it's usually just a small towel and cold water. At least this ship has soap- being covered in dirt, sweat and blood is second nature to him, but it is nice to be clean whenever he can.

He works carefully, trying not to hurt his broken ribs and bruises that are turning various colors. As soon as he is finished, he sticks a Rapiheal patch on each of his wounds and pulls his clothes back on. Now all he has to do is shave and he'll be ready to get on with the day.

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

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Thursday, April 8, 2004 6:00 PM

CIARA

LOCATION - INARA'S SHUTTLE

Inara and Rowan relax into the luxe cushions of the sofa, both nursing steaming cups of strong tea. Laughing and chatting with one another, Inara feels more at home than she has in quite some time. Inara watches as Rowan sips her tea, warm familiarity creeping over her again--she wonders how long it's been since Rowan has seen Aislin...she knows the woman thought the world of her little sister.

ROWAN: "I am feeling better - it's nice to have both eyes back. But I'll need to reformulate the disguise once I get to New Hokkaido, and I wondered if you could give me some help with that."

"I'd be most pleased to help you with a new disguise, Rowan...though if you divulge any of my Companion makeup secrets, I'll have to kill you" Inara says in a serious tone, a mischevious glint in her fathomless eyes.

Inara rises for a moment, fetching a large case covered in scarlet brocade. Removing various and sundry brushes, pots of color, and powder, Inara sits back to ponder the canvas of Rowan's skin.

"you look just like her, you know...except for the eyes of course." says Inara, assuming if Rowan wishes to discuss her sister, she'll pick up the subject.

Inara gently brushes the hair away from Rowan's injured eye, and runs her fingers over the skin there. Rowan turns her face slightly into Inara's hand, those matchlessly beautiful green eyes sliding closed.

EOM

giving Rowan a chance to speak: hope it's OK I acted Rowan a little, Channy.

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

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Thursday, April 8, 2004 10:49 PM

Book's Move
LOCATION - Leaving his room

Book waits until Merz has ascended the aft stairs before he clicks off the light in his own room and walks to River's door.

Double-checking that she isn't in her room, regardless of the light being off, (you never know with that girl, she could be curled up in a ball in the corner) Book quickly walks through the common area and glances through the window of the infirmary. Damon is inside with a towel around his neck looking dubiously at a shaving implement and appearing to be ready to cut his thumb checking it's sharpness.

As Book walks through the doorway to the cargo bay, continuing his search for River, the purple light in the small container in his room begins to pulse again.

"River?" Book calls as he goes towards to stairs at the back of the cargo bay. He walks halfway up the stairs to the small landing and stops. "River?"

EM

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Friday, April 9, 2004 2:49 AM

Keep the Shiny side up

MAL's Move

LOCATION: GALLEY

MAL has just finished his first muffin when ZOE enters and pours herself the last of the coffee.

ZOE: "Thanks for the wake up call, Capn. Didn't much need it, but it's nice to be thought of."

MAL: "All part of the service, Ma'am. Besides, WASH'd sleep the clock 'round if I let him. Not like our new folk. They've been up an' about for a while.

ZOE nods and sips her coffee. MERZ glides quietly through the aft entrance and makes a bee-line for the empty pot. MAL watches as she finds the fixings and starts another brewing. Holding her empty cup, she turns, pauses, and carefully arranges herself in a pose that would look relaxed...if her effort to maintain it wasn't so obvious.

It looks like she's washed her ship suit, anyway. It's now two or three shades lighter, and has shrunk a bit, making it tight in interesting places. Maybe he should have KAYLEE or ZOE show her how to use the washer properly, and maybe find her some other clothes from the slop chest.

Apparently satisfied with her 'relaxed person' imitation, she finally acknowledges his presence and speaks.

MERZ: “Good morning again Captain. I think I am ready now. What do you need from me today?”

MAL: "Nothin' much. If you'd like to check out the lazer, that'd be good. I asked DAMON to rig up some seat belts for the bridge chairs so you don't go flyin' if we have to 'Ivan' again. You might get with him on that."

"By the way, I decided that you, he, an' ROWAN have earned a half crew share for this trip. I'll pay you off at New Hokkaido, an' you'll at least have some walkin' around money."

"Now sit down an' have a muffin"...and as he sees her start to straighten up..."An' dont salute!"

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Friday, April 9, 2004 4:40 AM

TEELABROWN

River, as I last remember was using the handrail as a balance beam. Very nice touch, Geezer! Maniac, borrowing Book.
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River lightly leaps off the handrail, her eyes still closed. She opens them, and becomes aware of the outside world.

BOOK: River?

She walks towards the voice, and almost runs into him.

BOOK: River, where-

RIVER: (cutting him off) How can you find me when I wasn't lost?

She walks towards her room, leaving Book in a half-stunned silence.
_____________
Maniac- you can stop her if you want.

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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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Friday, April 9, 2004 5:24 AM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave

Rowan’s Move:
LOCATION - INARA'S SHUTTLE

Quote:
INARA: "You look just like her, you know...except for the eyes of course."

Arching her head a bit against Inara’s fingers, Rowan indulges in the smallest form of bliss - a true treasure for someone who has been alone as long as she has. Such a soft touch leads Rowan to fantasize a bit about a full body massage, lingering a bit on the notion of what a companion’s warm, sensuous hands can do. What would cause such a lovely creature to venture so far from civilization, let alone keep company with a crew who gets shot at every other day?

Reflecting on Inara’s words give Rowan cause to smile, though, wondering if being out in the black hasn’t disoriented Inara’s perceptions just a bit.

ROWAN: "So you and Aislin were acquainted?"

Opening one eye, she sees Inara smile and nod. Nodding with her, Rowan closes that eye again.

ROWAN: "Then I guess I can forgive you a little generosity. Aislin was always the true beauty. Everybody always said it would get her somewhere. Last I heard of her, she was vying for second priestess at the house on Sihnon. That was before...well, before the war."

She almost said before the wedding. Interesting how a companion's very presence had the ability to pull out hidden truths.

ROWAN: "There's times now that I think she might have been envious of my relationship with our brother - and Father too for that matter - they both indulged me quite a bit. Probably more than they should have. I was always able to connect with them better, probably because I always felt inferior to her. She dazzled me from my first memories. I remember I once thought she was an angel."

She sighed, hearing ugly green-eyed troll ring in her ears as she always did, eventually, on the few occasions she thought of her sister.

ROWAN: "That's what probably caused the falling out we had. She said something awful to me once when I was eight years old, and we never really got past it. We got along better after her first session at the Academy, but we were never what you would call close."

Feeling the light touch of a makeup brush reminded Rowan of watching Aislin sit in front of their mother's mirror, experimenting with the colors, trying on earrings and testing perfumes. Rowan had always been more inclined to try working her way into her father's source box, and she always managed to discover his new password within three tries or less. Eventually he gave up changing it at all, since it wasn't much of a deterrent. It lessened the challenge somehow.

ROWAN (almost to herself): "I wonder where she is now?"

EOM

OOC: Ciara - I don't mind your acting Rowan a bit if you don't mind my doing the same for Inara. I'll be sending you a refresher on Aislin's current status. Later baobei!

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

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Friday, April 9, 2004 9:13 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - INFIRMARY to CARGO BAY to DINING ROOM

Damon runs his hand over his freshly shaven jaw and starts gathering up his supplies. He quickly puts everything back where he found it and throws away the empty patch wrappers.

Walking out into the common room, he pulls out his clean laundry and drops it off in his shuttle before returning to the cargo bay and his pile of boxes. Deciding to work around the heavy box, he resumes his search for the straps.

He finally finds it tucked away in a forgotten corner and pulls it out. Pulling off the lid, he finds a large bundle of tangled straps. Looks like every stray strap had been thrown in the box and mixed around for several weeks.

He runs a hand through his hair with a sigh. Untangling this mess will be a project all on its own. Best do it somewhere comfortable. He picks up the box and heads up to the galley.

END LOCATION - DINING ROOM

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

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Friday, April 9, 2004 3:31 PM

MERZ move

LOCATION - GALLEY

Quote:
Nothin' much. If you'd like to check out the lazer, that'd be good. I asked DAMON to rig up some seat belts for the bridge chairs so you don't go flyin' if we have to 'Ivan' again. You might get with him on that.

good idea that. glad he thought of it

Quote:
By the way, I decided that you, he, an' ROWAN have earned a half crew share for this trip. I'll pay you off at New Hokkaido, an' you'll at least have some walkin' around money. Now sit down an' have a muffin an' don't salute

MERZ nods and manages not to salute at what sounds to her like a direct order not to salute. Have another muffin so that is a muffin don’t need to twist her arm. Tasty, that was. “Yes Captain, can do. Also ZOE wanted to learn how to use the cannon, and it has a built-in training simulator. We can work on that today too.”

MERZ glances over at ZOE. “Does that work in with your schedule?” And at KAYLEE. “Kaylee, do you have a rivet gun I could borrow?”

She tilts her head at MAL. “Half share? Does that mean . . . payment? I was not expecting that, I thought I was working to pay my passage. Interesting.” Pause “Thanks.”

When the coffee pot falls into silence, she pours another cup, grabs another muffin and sits down to savor both in peace. confusing world, but i could get used to this, in time

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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Friday, April 9, 2004 3:46 PM

BOOMERGOODHEART

Kaylee's Move
Location: Galley

Coming out of her reverie, Kaylee looks over at Merz.

"Sure thing. Come on back ta the engine room when ya need it 'n I'll get ya all set up."

Rising from the table, Kaylee moves towards the bridge. She needs to talk with Wash about the Crazy Ivan yesterday.

End Move

BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."

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Friday, April 9, 2004 10:26 PM

Book's Move
LOCATION - COMMON AREA

As River walks away through the doorway to the common area, Book turns around to watch her go, and tilts his head to one side. I'll never get used to that, he thinks.

"River! Wait a moment." Book jogs to River and catches her as she passes the door to the infirmary. Damon exits, freshly shaven, and walks by them on his way to the cargo bay.

River turns abruptly and Book almost runs into her. "I... actually, Simon..." Book stammers.

Book reaches into his pocket to produce the memory stick. Starting to explain to her what it is, she quickly recognizes it and takes it from his hand, rattling off a technical description of the device that defies normal comprehension. Book has a sudden feeling that River may very likely know what is going on much more than he does.

"You should probably give it back to me when you've heard what it has to tell you. I'll see that it gets to who it needs to."

Book leaves River alone, turning the memory stick over and over in her hand, and walks sedately back to his room and clicks on the light to it's lowest illumination.

The purple light from the communicator in the small container has just recently stopped flashing.

EM

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Monday, April 12, 2004 2:03 AM

Keep the Shiny side up

Mal's Move

Location: Galley

[That's a good idea, getting ZOE checked out on the cannon. MERZ has a fine grasp of military necessities. Someone does need to teach her to peel the paper off a muffin before eating it, though.]

MERZ: “Half share? Does that mean . . . payment? I was not expecting that, I thought I was working to pay my passage. Interesting.” ... “Thanks.”

MAL: "You're welcome. Should be thankin' THORNE, though. It was his suggestion...an' his money. Figgered that fightin' us out of atmo was above an' beyond normal duties, so he chipped in some extra for ever'body. I think he jus' enjoyed gettin' to play Space Captain again."

[MAL thinks: 'Played Space Captain pretty good, too. And has enough money to not worry about giving a good bit away.']

MAL: "Oh, an' if you're lookin' for work after we get to New Hokkaido, he said he might be able to line somethin' up. You might ask when you see him."

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Monday, April 12, 2004 2:47 AM

ASTRIANA

ZOE'S MOVE:
LOCATION - GALLEY

ZOE sits quietly sipping her coffee as MERZ enters, and nods approvingly as MAL and MERZ talk.

Quote:
MAL: "By the way, I decided that you, he, an' ROWAN have earned a half crew share for this trip. I'll pay you off at New Hokkaido, an' you'll at least have some walkin' around money. Now sit down an' have a muffin an' don't salute."

MERZ:
(to MAL) "Yes Captain, can do. Also ZOE wanted to learn how to use the cannon, and it has a built-in training simulator. We can work on that today too."

(to ZOE) "Does that work in with your schedule?"

(to KAYLEE) "KAYLEE, do you have a rivet gun I could borrow?"

(to MAL) "Half share? Does that mean . . . payment? I was not expecting that, I thought I was working to pay my passage. Interesting." Pause "Thanks."

KAYLEE: "Sure thing. Come on back ta the engine room when ya need it 'n I'll get ya all set up."

MAL: "You're welcome. Should be thankin' THORNE, though. It was his suggestion...an' his money. Figgered that fightin' us out of atmo was above an' beyond normal duties, so he chipped in some extra for ever'body. I think he jus' enjoyed gettin' to play Space Captain again. Oh, an' if you're lookin' for work after we get to New Hokkaido, he said he might be able to line somethin' up. You might ask when you see him."

ZOE waits for MAL to finish his explanation, then blinks but otherwise keeps her face neutral in her surprise that THORNE offered up additional payment for that piece o' action; most clients would've just figured it was "part o' the service". She mentally chuckles at MAL's description of THORNE as "playing Space Captain." With all the stress, and MAL's possessiveness with Serenity, ZOE figured MAL would be fit to be tied this morning.

ZOE: "That's a nice gesture, and by the looks o' things, I'm sure some of our new arrivals could use that cash."

ZOE stands, nearly empty cup in hand, and heads to the coffee pot. She makes a cup for WASH, with just the amount of creamer he likes, then pours another cup for herself and heads toward the door. She turns to MERZ as she steps through.

ZOE: "MERZ, let me know when you're ready to talk about that cannon. CAP'N, I'll be on the bridge if you need me."

End Move.

~A~

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

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Monday, April 12, 2004 9:53 AM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - GALLEY

Damon looks around as he walks into the galley, listening to everyone discuss various things.

Quote:
MAL: "You're welcome. Should be thankin' THORNE, though. It was his suggestion...an' his money. Figgered that fightin' us out of atmo was above an' beyond normal duties, so he chipped in some extra for ever'body. I think he jus' enjoyed gettin' to play Space Captain again. Oh, an' if you're lookin' for work after we get to New Hokkaido, he said he might be able to line somethin' up. You might ask when you see him."

Damon stores this bit of information away. If the captain doesn't need him after they reach New Hokkaido, then he should keep a look out for more job opportunities.

Pulling one of the empty chairs to the side of the room, he sets his box down next to it and sits down. He pulls out a knot of straps from the box and starts working it loose.

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

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Monday, April 12, 2004 11:01 AM

Wash's move:

Wash finishes diagnostics, and can hear Zoe approach. He can almost smell the coffee approach.
Wash smiles. Home indeed.

You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.

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Monday, April 12, 2004 2:23 PM

MERZ move

LOCATION - DINING ROOM

MERZ watches DAMON sit down with his box. That being the next step, and pretty much finished with her meal, she stands and moves over to him to help.

"ZOE, I will be on the bridge in a little. Just going to assist DAMON here with his project first. Once we get the straps done, we can get down to work. Give you some time to wake up."

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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Monday, April 12, 2004 2:47 PM

Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM

Damon looks up when he hears his name mentioned to see Merz walking toward him with her mug of coffee.

At least she's dressed this time, he thinks to himself. He can't imagine what he'd do if he had to work with her the way she was.

As soon as she is close enough to talk to, he gives her a slight nod. "Hey."

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

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Tuesday, April 13, 2004 12:30 AM

MERZ move

LOCATION - DINING ROOM

"Morning DAMON. Could you use a little assistance, or maybe just some company?"

EOM

If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress

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Tuesday, April 13, 2004 6:45 AM

Wash's move:
Wash hears Kaylee come in first.
"Mornin', Kaylee. Sleep well last night?" Wash can't keep a grin off his face. Without waiting for a response, he continues, "Port afterburner seems to be rattling like Jayne's stick. think you could take a look for me?"

You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.

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Tuesday, April 13, 2004 7:29 AM

BOOMERGOODHEART

Kaylee's Move
Location: Bridge

Kaylee walks onto the bridge as Wash asks her about the port afterburner.

Smiling at the shirt Wash had decided on today, she replies, "Sure thing. I'll git right on it. That was a helluva Crazy Ivan yesterday, Wash. Ya know how ta take good care o' meh girl. But if ya break her at some point, Zoe'll be mournin' certain body parts."

Grinning, she turns to leave as Zoe enters with 2 cups of coffee. "Oh, hey, Zoe...".

End Move

BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."

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Tuesday, April 13, 2004 8:32 AM

Wash's move:

Wash glances at Zoe as she enters the bridge. "Did you hear that reckless threat? our marital bliss would take a terrible toll." Wash gulps a little. Kaylee wouldn't hurt a fly. . .so long as it did nothing to the ship. Wash would hate to see what would happen if he actually did break down Serenity one of these days.

Slight's move:

Slight comes back on board, trying hard not to glance at Candy and read into her. The two duffels he carries are completely loaded-so to speak-so he should be ready for anything.
Slight drops his bags on the floor of the shuttle, and looks around. Whoever rented this shuttle before was farely utilitarian. A table with two chairs, a long cot in the corner, a chest with a lock. Should do fine.
Slight hangs his coat over one of the chairs, and unloads everything he'd just bought.
First he assembles the MUCB. A mini Uzi, it carries 32 rounds. He hadn't been able to find the military uranium rounds. He liked the classics. He checks the breach, switches on the safety and screws on the silencer. Then he checks the Glock 26. He slides in one of the clips, chambers a round, the slides it back out and puts a full clip inside. 13 shots out of this one.
Satisfied, he locks up the weapons. Next, he slides his belt off. Unzipping it, he pulls out several vials, lock picks, and several memory sticks. He puts together the collection of parts he's bought, and slides the stick into the working terminal. As he gives the terminal time to access the stick he's selected, he starts to put together one last device.
The terminal beeps once, and reviews the information. "Candy Pullman, code named Shadow. Physical upgrades: body movement, strength and coordination, senses of sight, smell and hearing. Typical of Vampire class. Albino. Aged twelve when brought in for programming and training." Torture and brainwashing, Slight translated. Twelve was actually fairly old. "Mental upgrades: reaction speed, memorization. Unexpected ability of "cloaking" from readers. External upgrades: Chips implanted within the brain, to release serotonin and methamphetamines. Amigdala (guessed with spelling) removed, but cybernetic system in place to rate control. Adrenaline-boost nanytes, self-mainatining.
"Orphaned at seven, and uncovered from an orphanage in Londinium. Pullman family held significant stock in the Blue Sun. Shadow will be unable to access the stock until 20, as dictated by the will left by the mother, Sara Jameson Pullman.
"Shadow is scheduled to complete three rituals," missions, Slight translated. "Believed to resist Blue Sun doctrine. Therefore, there will be no faith restructuring. End information."
Slight sat back heavily. Poor girl. the ability to control body functions took a heavy toll. It made you afraid to sleep sometimes, wondering if you would turn yourself off inadvertantly. Suddenly, there's a soft knock at the door of the shuttle. Slight turned to see Candy walk in. "Hi, Brink. We're dusting right now. We want all passengers in the common area, so that we can meet 'em." Slight frowns a bit. "Call me Slight, Shadow." The look of rage that clouds over Candy's face is brief. "Who are you, hwoon dahn?"
"My name is Brink Helsing," Slight responds quietly. Candy begins to look afraid. "You're. . .the Son, aren't you?"

You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.

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Tuesday, April 13, 2004 8:56 AM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave

Rowan’s Move:
LOCATION - INARA'S SHUTTLE

ROWAN (almost to herself): "I wonder where she is now?"

Saying the words brings her sister's face to mind - the elegant beauty who had always dazzled her, even when she was feeling small and inferior in her presence. Invariably, the last time she saw Aislin drifts in.

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"It's on a coded Independent channel. She's not on the approved users list, but she insists on talking to you. She called you by name, not your alias."

She followed Xiang back into the main operations center, annoyed at being interrupted from composing the latest missive from the Revolution. "Did she say who she was?"

"She did."

Waiting for the name, she implored him. "And?"

He turned to her with those serious eyes. "I thought you should see for yourself."

Bringing her to the console, they stood together as he gestured to the comms officer. She folded her arms, waiting expectantly.

The hold screen blinked away, bringing up the face of a woman that seemed to be illuminated only by the glow of the monitor on her end. To her shock, she recognized her sister instantly, and the jaws of both women dropped at the same time.

Rowan stepped forward. "Aislin. What are you doing?"

"There is no time, mèimei - you must listen. I have information that an Alliance death squad is on its way to your current location. Their orders are to eliminate all Revolution personnel and destroy the facility."

Rowan frowned. "How did you know to contact me?"

Aislin's mouth curved softly with a smile. "Did you think I would not know whose eyes were staring out at me from the Revolution transmissions?" She nodded once, as if confirming something for herself, then went on. "You must leave where you are, as soon as you can."

"What about you?" Rowan found herself asking. "What if someone finds out you informed?"

Aislin shook her head dismissively. "The Guild confidence code will protect me. Please, mèimei, whatever you think of me, you must trust these words." Her eyes drifted to Xiang. "It would not do to have you all killed before I can be formally introduced to the man who won your heart."

Rowan turned to Xiang and they shared one of the silent moments of communication they had become well known for. All he needed was for her to nod once before he moved to another comms console to give the order. Listening to him command the evacuation, Rowan returned to her sister's image. Lifting a hand, she placed two fingertips on the screen. After all the time that had passed between them, Rowan found herself without the words to properly say farewell. "Xièxie ni jèi jei."

Aislin smiled and touched two fingertips to the monitor on her side. Tears glistened in her dark eyes. "Méi guanxi, xiâo long."

EOM

Xièxie ni jèi jei - thank you big sister
Méi guanxi, xiâo long - It's all right, little dragon

We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
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Tuesday, April 13, 2004 9:46 AM