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GR RP "Adventures in Gunrunning" ACT 24

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Tuesday, November 23, 2004 5:27 PM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave


Xiang's Move:
LOCATION - ORBOROS: Tantalus Shipping Nexus


Xiang took another long drag, considering the contradictions.
Quote:

FLASHBACK

He had spent his first life working with young people. His goal had been to show them their past so they might have a better reference point for defining their future. Yet for a young man like Damon, whose personal past presented nothing but strife and the absolute worst aspects of the human condition, what relevance would the ancient past hold? His immediate past was the issue, as was Xiang's own.

Getting him to lie still had become something of an exercise in futility. For Damon, inactivity was a privilege, not a simple basic right. As a consequence, the boy really never stopped moving. Even at rest, his nerves were always active, hypersensitive to any and all possible avenues of escape. Freedom as a privilege was also a new concept for him, whether he chose to admit it or not. He had not been born a slave, as Xiang had not, but he had lived as a slave long enough to be well and completely conditioned toward it. Living free was another condition he would have to grow accustomed to.

Xiang hoped it would be soon. Before he accidentally killed the boy out of frustration, trying to get him to stay still.

Xiang watched the boy laugh in sheer hysterics. How long had it been since he had felt so much pure joy?

“I wish… I wish I could have seen his face… when he found out…”

END FLASHBACK

Yes. To see his face. Not Trihn's, but Damon's. To be able to look the boy in the eye and tell him no one else would suffer as he had. To be able to tell him Crofton Trihn had paid the ultimate price for his actions. To see that light of understanding in Damon's eyes and know this time it would stay.

Xiang stamped out the cigarette and turned to prepare for work.

EOM

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Tuesday, November 23, 2004 5:35 PM

SAINT JAYNE


Jayne's Move

Jayne starts sniffing at the air. What is that? He glimpses behind him to see the cask and box that Kaylee had placed on the counter near the pantry. He flips the box top open and has to really pause and think the last time he'd seen one of these - a candy bar. Lots of them! Well, not enough that one or two missing would go unnoticed, but a good amount.

His mouth instantly waters. Jayne still tastes fish in his mouth, and hocks into the sink to remove the conflicting taste; now his mouth better matched his eyes and nose.

The bars are battered a little, and have a strong smell. He picks up the box and holds it up to his face so he can breath it in deeply while still watching Rowan. "Mmm" he grumbles, then mutters "oh, yeah, that's really good."

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Wednesday, November 24, 2004 1:09 PM

INARAESQUE


Inara's move

LOCATION - GALLEY

Quote:

"Mr. Thorne has left the ship."



Rowan blinks. "Left the ship? How do mean - left? As in…Left? Did we get planet-side and nobody said anything?" Rowan looks as shocked as Inara feels. She turns to Jayne, lifts an eyebrow. "Or did you figure he was plotting against the ship and crew too and just toss him out into the black?"

"I try not to kill the passengers", Jayne says slowly as he and Rowan stare each other down. "Ain't that right, 'Nara?"

"Right." Jayne's been kind to her lately: helping her when she needed it, keeping her secret. Inara will back him up on that point, at least. "And we do appreciate it."

Rowan scoffs back at him, finding the statement entirely too erroneous for words. "Wouldn't be the first time I've seen it done. I've seen hired men toss passengers into the black just for their shoes. Granted, there was about three million in diamonds in the heels of those shoes, but that doesn't make it any less the case."

"I worked with fellers what'd shoot ya fer fun. Don't mean I dumped no one."

Inara shakes her head a little. "This isn't that sort of disreputable ship, Rowan. Killing tends to be a last resort around here." Usually. "Mal and the crew understand that life isn't cheap."

At the news, Kaylee moves towards Inara with a gentle smile. “Aw, ‘Nara, I’m sorry. Did he say why? Oh, never mind that, are you OK?”

"I don't know why he left, and I don't know how," Inara admits, wrapping an arm around Kaylee and accepting a hug -- which is truly welcome, tzoo-foo nee, mei-mei, she thinks. The Companion keeps her eyes on the building confrontation between Jayne and Rowan, though. "I'm fine," warm smile, "truly I am." Her hands have bao-fixings on them so she manages the hug with arms and body-contact rather than hands.

Rowan tips her head curiously, and then seems to back down, moving to test the bao. For a moment, Inara thinks Rowan has backed down, that the situation has been averted. Apparently the other woman can't resist getting the last word, though.

"Three more minutes, tops. Then I'll need a taste-tester." Rowan meets Jayne's eyes again. "Wouldn't want the captain getting a mouthful of bad bao, now would we da jia huo?"

"You gotta taste tester, standin' right there in yer boots. Seems like yer the only one'd know if it tastes right er not."

River looks up at Jayne: "You are being utterly ridiculous, you know that? But if you want to be that way then maybe you don't need any bao. I'm sure everyone else will be able to enjoy it for you."

"Yes, ma'am."

A splash and hiss near Jayne quickly pull his attention back to the pot of boiling coffee. He pulls on a thick baby blue oven mit with a white floral pattern and removes the pot from the heater. "Pardon, 'Nara" he apologises after bumping her with an elbow, his eyes always on the bao making activities.

Small smile, and she touches his upper arm briefly, acknowledging the apology.

The room tension seems to dissipate after River intervenes -- Inara smiles at the young girl, grateful to her for defusing the situation.

"So, yes, Thorne's gone. Somehow. Something came up, apparently. That's all I know." She gives Kaylee another warm smile and squeeze before letting the younger woman go, turning to wash her hands.

Jayne then decides to relieve himself of some phlegm -- Inara almost flinches, and imagines how Simon would react if he were here. ("Could you not do that while we're... ever?!" ) It brings another rush of tenderness and concern for Kaylee: Inara's lost a client, but Kaylee's beau is gone... Inara turns on the water hard for a second to rinse the sink clear. She says nothing; all this time on Serenity has taught her to pick her fights.

As Jayne picks up the box and holds it up to his face, Inara gives Kaylee a faintly quizzical look. "Mmm" he grumbles, then mutters "oh, yeah, that's really good." The quizzical only increases at Jayne's borderline-groaning reaction to the contents of the box. She dries her hands carefully.

EOM

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Wednesday, November 24, 2004 3:11 PM

MERCEDESTROY


KAYLEEs move

LOCATION - GALLEY

Inara responds warmly to her overtures, accepting and returning a gentle hug.

INARA
"I don't know why he left, and I don't know how. I'm fine, truly I am."


KAYLEE is not sure what to say, thinking about it she decides that for now, maybe the hug will be enough. She stays by Inara’s side for a time, just listing to the talk. Seems things is darn near as tense in here as it was on the bridge… now JAYNE and ROWAN are faced off like turkey cocks ready to battle over the same hen. She sighs. It’s just sad, really. ‘Specially since she don’t really understand what is between those two. Ain’t seen nuthin’ that should cause that kind of heat.

JAYNEs making coffee, tryin’ to watch ROWAN and MERZ at the same time, and manages to bump INARA in passing. He apologizes without ever shifting his gaze. He’s gonna hurt someone if he is not careful. But when Inara speaks again, Kaylee’s attention is diverted once again.

INARA
"So, yes, Thorne's gone. Somehow. Something came up, apparently. That's all I know."
She gives Kaylee another gentle squeeze before turning away to approach the sink and wash the evidence of cooking from her hands.

At nearly the same time Jayne takes it into his head to spit into the sink. Watching him once more she sees him take up the box of chocolate bars and bury his nose in it happily. “Mmm, ‘oh yeah, that’s really good.” He’s almost visibly droolin’. Why that Jing tzahng mei yong duh piece of fei-oo merc is scopin’ out her treat.

With a command voice that might have brought a smile to MALs face, KAYLEE takes that situation in hand.

KAYLEE
“JAYNE You drop that. NOW! That is for the party, and you just stay away from it! You get your share with everyone else.”


EOM



Jing tzahng mei yong duh = frequently useless
Fei-oo = junk


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Wednesday, November 24, 2004 3:27 PM

MERCEDESTROY


MERZ move

She lets the conversations and the tensions pass over her while she concentrates on the bao and the song. She does not know if the song is important, cannot see that it has anything to do with the process at all. But if it is a concentration aid, she is all for it.

MERZ finishes up another plate of the bao and moves it over to ROWAN, who is too preoccupied to notice. Uncertain if she should make more, or wait for further instructions she approaches INARA washing her hands at the sink. Leaning in to wash her own, Merz looks at the woman who has been so understanding to her today and decides to ask her one more question. What JAYNE said earlier that had puzzled MERZ it may be that INARA understood and would be willing to explain to her. As INARA dries her hands, MERZ broaches the subject.

MERZ Inara, can you explain something to me? Jayne said something I do not comprehend. I would like to ask you for an explanation. I understood ‘closed doors’ easily enough. But when he said (as she shifts once more into another voice ) ’Cap'n got lucky with you?’ I do not know what that means. I cannot answer his question. Can you assist me”?

EOM


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Wednesday, November 24, 2004 4:26 PM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave


Rowan's Move
LOCATION - Galley


INARA: "This isn't that sort of disreputable ship, Rowan. Killing tends to be a last resort around here. Mal and the crew understand that life isn't cheap."

Well, there's a first time for everything isn't there? A captain who might actually care about his crew isn't necessarily so rare. Some ships drifting around the black were generational--owned and operated by the same family, sometimes since the Great Migration from Earth That Was. But a companion defending the hired thug? Now that was something worth noting.

JAYNE: "You gotta taste tester, standin' right there in yer boots. Seems like yer the only one'd know if it tastes right er not."

River nearly bites his handsome off with her little tirade, snipping at Jayne like a Chinese harpy. Surprisingly enough, Jayne even seems to listen, offering a respectful, "Yes ma'am" as if it had been his grandmother giving him what for. Watching him watch her watch him put on that girlish oven mitt, and apologize politely to Inara, Rowan can't help thinking Jayne might be the only person on the boat who doesn't have a hidden agenda. At the very least he certainly isn't very good at hiding it. There's a certain large amount of allure to that manner of sheer earnestness. Somehow he manages to keep an eye on what the women are doing and not burn himself with the coffee at the same time. She was right the first time then--he does have good hands.

Rowan gives a shrug, not too upset about his refusal, nor all that surprised.

ROWAN: "Means all the more for the rest of us then.

Using the tongs, she removes cooked bao from the steamer and arranges them on a platter. Once the first dozen is out, she sets them aside to cool and is about to turn back for another plate when she discovers one sitting right next to the steamer. The little buns are perfectly formed and arranged. She can't even tell one woman's handiwork from the other. Grinning, she looks over her shoulder.

ROWAN: "Nice work ladies. This might be the best batch I've ever made."

Then Jayne spots the box Kaylee left behind and opens it. Whatever manner of treasure she left behind must be something to cause him to all but bury his head in the cardboard. The tone of his voice as he lifts the box and take a deep breath is more akin to a man watching a beautiful woman perform a striptease. The fact that his eyes are on her at the time might be purely incidental. It doesn't take long for the aroma to make it over to her, Rowan feels her muscles go completely lucid in utter pleasure.

ROWAN: "Tianna - is that what I think it is?"

Moving over to him, she stands up on tip-toe and leans over the box herself. Taking a long, deep breath of her own, her exhale comes out with the moan of a woman who has been truly satisfied.

KAYLEE: “JAYNE You drop that. NOW! That is for the party, and you just stay away from it! You get your share with everyone else.”

Rowan opens her eyes to stare at the girl, startled by the uncharacteristic sharpness of her tone. She doesn't seem at all the type - could be she's channeling River's most current mood, could be there's something else amiss. Turning back toward the box, Rowan and spots the note.

ROWAN: "Everybody gets half, do they?"

Turning to Kaylee, she raises an eyebrow at the girl. Getting only a stoic look in return, she determines the little mechanic definitely means what she says. Half a decent chocolate bar would be half again more than Rowan has had since she left the core. Judging by the label, this isn't any Blue Sun lièzhì substitute either. All the more reason to be frugal. Rowan can respect that.

Tipping her head back to look Jayne in the eye, she grins wickedly.

ROWAN: "Wanna split one, da jia huo?"

EOM

da jia huo = big fella - her nickname for Jayne whether she's annoyed with him or otherwise.

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Sunday, November 28, 2004 7:35 AM

SAINT JAYNE


Jayne's Move

"Tianna - is that what I think it is?"

Jayne inhales the aroma deeply, taking it in through his nose and mouth, maybe trying to taste it, or maybe just mimicking the way farm cats smell, using their Jacob's gland.

He drops the can on the counter and snags a chocolate bar, dangling it by the corner of the wrapper. "Now this here's worth hoisting someone out of an airlock for!"

"JAYNE You drop that. NOW!"

Jayne turns to Kaylee, reluctant to let the candy go.

"That is for the party, and you just stay away from it! You get your share with everyone else."

"Ain't it time to kick that off yet? Me an' Damon... I's done with my chores", Jayne pleads.

"Wanna split one, da jia huo?"

Jayne settles the box back down where he got it from, but keeps the one aromatic treat pinched gingerly between finger and thumb. "Sounds good. What say I guard this 'till it's time to rip into 'em?"

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Sunday, November 28, 2004 8:30 AM

MANIACNUMBERONE


Malachi's Move
Same Location



He nods once to the man in front of him and turns back to the hatchway. "I will restore the atmo." Malachi climbs swiftly up the ladder and upon exiting the ship, deactivates the destruct sequence he had set into motion. Still more than 4 minutes till it would have blown, he notes without emotion.

He jets silently through the short space now separating the two ships and boards his own again. He stays only long enough to put a trap-lockdown on his controls, retrieves a black space-worthy case, and another hood compression device to repressurize the other man's ship.

After exiting his own ship, the placement and locking of the hood takes little time and Malachi soon floats through the hatch of Slight's ship into the re-established gravity.

"You heal quickly." Malachi says, as he looks around and takes in the full damage to this ship.


EM

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Sunday, November 28, 2004 5:10 PM

MERCEDESTROY


KAYLEEs move

LOCATION - GALLEY As ...

JAYNE has a point. Near’s Kaylee can tell, except for riggin’ that conex for the drop, which she is going to handle for herself, all the rest that is needed for tomorrow’s run is already done. Which means, they should be ok to start the shindig any time. If the party food ain’t quite finished, don’t mean the party can’t start while the ladies are finishing up.

‘Sids, if JAYNE wants his treat right now, that’s his privilege. He just don’t get more later …

KAYLEE
“You’re right. I don’t see no reason you all can’t start this shindig now. If you and ROWAN want your treat, go ahead. Just save the rest for the rest of the folks.”


Moving into the kitchen area she goes through drawers until she locates the spigot for the cask, and cabinets until she locates some shot glasses. Moving carefully back into the Dining area and the table where she dropped off the cask, she sets down the handful of glasses on the table and sets the cask on it’s side. Carefully installing the spigot and then triggering the button that will retract the bung, she sets the cask back upright and arranges the shot glasses around it.

Turning and looking at all in the room, KAYLEE announces - ”The cabinet is officially open. Ya drink this stuff at your own risk. Let the shindig begin!”

EOM


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Sunday, November 28, 2004 7:03 PM

RAVENWHYTEWING


Slights move:

Slight chuckles, stamping out his cigarette.
"Wouldn't be much use if I took my time about anything."
As atmo is restored he finally begins to breath. It feels cold, and sterile. Just the way he likes it.
Slight stares at Malachi, his eyes almost glowing red. Abruptly, exhaustion washes over him. He needs rest, and he knows it. No time.
"I suppose you'd like to know what in gorram hell is going on here?" He doesn't break eye contact. Best way to set who's in charge, and the oldest trick in nature. Who breaks eye contact first?
As he holds the mans eyes, Slight speaks longer, snooping around. He's careful-if he roots into the emotionally charged memories, the empathic connection could harm him right now.
"Let's see. Currently Malachi, born Robert Malachi, planet of origin. . .Venla. About the last of the Jewish culture resides in the same neighborhood as you. Parents dead, four siblings. Aron, two years senior, an Alliance paper-pusher. Arielle, psychologist, one year junior. Abraham, called Abe, and Alicia, called Ale, twins, both dead from a disease. So far so good?"

Wizards Eighth Rule: Deserve Victory

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Monday, November 29, 2004 2:31 AM

MERCEDESTROY


MERZ move

LOCATION - DINING ROOM to MERZ DORM to DINING ROOM

KAYLEE
“Let the shindig begin!”


Well. This might be interesting. Or possibly instructive. MERZ does not know if she is looking forward to this experience, this ‘party’, ‘shindig’, or whatever. But she has been promised a new experience at least and data is always useful. One thing she does know is that often one can dress or wear something special at a time like this. And while she has no other clothes, something special she has …

MERZ turns to ROWAN, who is still absorbed in JAYNE and the contents of that box of KAYLEEs. MERZ knows what is in there, she can smell it from where she is, chocolate. She does not understand what is so … moving about it and why it elicits such strong reactions in the rest of the crew. But she hopes to find out.

She is about to let them know she is leaving for a moment, but no one is paying any attention to her at this time and MERZ decided simply to sneak out and back. Her errand will take only a moment.

Sliding out the back hatch she enters the dorm where she stashed her meager belongings and pulls her pack out from under the bed. Rummaging around at the bottom of it she comes up with a crumpled piece of trash paper, tattered and dirty like it has been rolling around there for years. She carefully unwraps it and lets the contents lie upon her palm for a moment.

It is a crystal, a three-edged figure with two faces - an inch long on each beveled side, with three facets on each face. It is mounted on a fine gold chain. She takes a moment to work a knot out of the chain, working very slowly and deliberately to avoid breaking the delicate jewelry. Once the chain is freed she holds it up, looking at the play of light through the faceted crystal and the rainbows that roll around its edge. It is the finest item she possesses other than her teacup, and the first present she ever received. She has worn it once; on the day she received it. And now, she can wear it again.

MERZ carefully manipulates the clasp and reached behind her to fasten it. It takes a bit of fumbling to get it on; the first time Maro did it and she has never worked the clasp for herself.

Once she has it fastened she frees her hair from behind the chain and looks in the mirror. She does not see herself, which is not where she is looking or what she is judging. Merz decides – she has witnessed women wearing jewelry many times and this just does not look right on the cloth of her shipsuit, and would suit her exercise clothing even less. With a quick gesture, she holds the crystal out of the way with one hand, and lowers the zip on her suit with the other. The slightly shrunk suit pulls back and leaves her skin bare down to the place where the zip stopped, which is not so very far, maybe eight inches. Letting the necklace drop down onto her chest she considers again, head tilted to one side. Yes, that is good enough.

She closes her pack and slips it back under the bed. Closed the door behind her and slips back into the Galley area, gliding back to the place where she was. She stops once again, with her back to the counter, facing the room and starts her scan again – accessing the tone of the room and seeing if she can pick up hints to anything she might have missed. Curious if anyone even noticed she has been gone.

EOM

OOC: edited for clearer description of the necklace, I did a poor job of describing it. Maybe I'll post a picture ...

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Monday, November 29, 2004 1:38 PM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave


Rowan's Move
LOCATION - Galley


JAYNE: “Ain't it time to kick that off yet? Me an' Damon... I's done with my chores"

He sounds like a little boy asking to open just one gift two full weeks before Christmas.

Jayne settles the box back down where he got it from, but keeps the one bar of chocolate pinched gingerly between finger and thumb. He seems to enjoy dangling the prize before her.

JAYNE: "Sounds good. What say I guard this 'till it's time to rip into 'em?"

Rowan raises an eyebrow at that. What makes him think she would trust him any further than he’s trusting her?

ROWAN: “What say you put it back till everyone’s here, then we divide it amongst witnesses?”

Leaning backward again, she heads back toward the plate of bao, remembering that she has a finer responsibility to uphold. Picking one of the now cooled buns, she gingerly tears it in half and pops the left side into her mouth. Biting off one tender piece, she chews slowly and with flourish. The sauce is just right - sweet, spicy and full-bodied - the protein prepared thisclose to be mistaken for real bread. If she closed her eyes and pretended, she could easily be back in the kitchen at her father’s house.

ROWAN: “Well, I think that’ll do.”

She holds the other half out, and addresses the current population of the Galley, although her eyes are poignantly on Jayne when she speaks.

ROWAN: “Any takers for a second opinion?”

EOM

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Monday, November 29, 2004 4:57 PM

MANIACNUMBERONE


Book's Move
Location: His Room


The room is quiet for a moment, then the silence is broken by the sound of Mal's glass clinking against his formidable belt buckle. The smell of fresh bread? is slowly seeping into his room through the cracks in the door paneling. Someone's cooking something delicious. The thought comes unbidden to his mind.

Book's eyes wander to a flash of blue light from behind Mal. He settles his gaze on the spot of the flash and stands abruptly. He knows exactly where the flash came from, but refusing to believe it, he crosses the room to a small loosely woven bag. He takes the bag and dumps it unceremoniously onto his bed pad, quickly searching for and finding what he seeks... a device disguised as a 3-sided crystal that he hadn't intended on using until he went to the pool tournament to watch over Rowan.

The blue light has mostly faded, but looking deep into the crystal, he can still see the faint glimmer indicating that someone else closeby has just activated the preliminary start-up for another identical crystal device. (one of the features of the device)

This is not good. he thinks. What are the options? Someone else has one of these devices and is planning to use it... but why?! Second option, and much more likely considering the very secret nature of these devices... they don't even know that they have it.


EM

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Monday, November 29, 2004 7:23 PM

SAINT JAYNE


Jayne's Move

"What say you put it back till everyone's here, then we divide it amongst witnesses?"

"More to smell then", Jayne backs up and deposits the chocolate back into it's box, taking a long snort before closing it up again. He then moves to help himself to a cup of coffee, filling the cup to the brim right from the pot which he settles back onto the warm burner.

Picking one of the now cooled buns, she gingerly tears it in half and pops the left side into her mouth.

Boy that looked good. Jayne slurps some of the piping hot coffee, but in his mind he's eating chocolate and spicy bao and chicken dinner. If Rowan's face is any indication, it's every bit as good as it smells.

"Any takers for a second opinion?"

"Right here." Jayne lips are running before his self-preservation knows what hit it. She ate half, right? It must be alright. Unless she knew that... unless only one side of it... Unless... his mind is swimming with fears. "Less'n Merz wants it!" he adds loudly, heralding Merz's re-entrance into the Galley.

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Monday, November 29, 2004 8:03 PM

SQUEE


River
LOCATION - Galley

ROWAN: “Any takers for a second opinion?”

River's eyes light up when she sees the piece of bao being offered by Rowan. She looks up at the older woman, smiling with a eager 'I'll take it if I'm allowed' look.



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

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Tuesday, November 30, 2004 2:02 PM

MERCEDESTROY


MERZ move

LOCATION - GALLEY As ...

JAYNE has noticed her return, and fires his next remark in her direction. "Less'n Merz wants it!"

She considers his words, and the context, along with the various actions and expressions of the others in the room. Deciding that she does understand what he is asking she responds.

MERZ
Jayne. If I understand correctly, the purpose of ROWAN sharing a piece of … bao … with me is so that I can assist in determining if the manufacturing process was successfully completed and the result satisfactory. However, as I am unfamiliar with bao, I have insufficient knowledge of what it should be like, rendering me unable make such a determination.
She pauses and winks at him, a half-grin on her face. (Or at least that is what she is trying for, having seen it done.) If you are simply offering me a taste, I accept. That way I can learn what is or is not correct, once you tell me if it is sufficiently prepared.

She turns her smile on ROWAN. There. Does that earn me a taste?

EOM


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Wednesday, December 1, 2004 10:32 AM

MANIACNUMBERONE


Malachi's Move
Location: Slight's Ship



A twitch in his right eye is all that gives away his action before he takes it. Reaching his hand over to his armpad controls, he pushes two buttons and the destruct sequence answers from the armpad with a soft voice in Chinese indicating 4 minutes 8 seconds to destruct.

Malachi sets down the large black case on a low table set into the port wall and glances up at the man. Moments later a loud, dull metallic boom is heard throughout the ship as Malachi's ship attaches itself to the outer hull with magnetic grappels and pulls itself in. "So far so dead."


EM

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Wednesday, December 1, 2004 11:25 AM

SQUEE


Damon's turn:
LOCATION - SPARE DORM

Quote:


After a minute, Damon's laughter finally dies down but he can't stop grinning. He looks up at Xiang from the recliner, eyes alert, excited, as if he has much to say and no words to put it in.

Finally he stands, paying no heed to the complaints from his lingering wounds. His stomach tells him he's hungry, but his mind can't understand how he can be. He feels spoiled with three meals a day and completely out of place when he asks: "So is it too early for breakfast?" It sounds more like asking for permission than he intended, which also feels awkward since he can't remember the last time he asked permission for anything.





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Thursday, December 2, 2004 11:44 AM

RAVENWHYTEWING


Slights Move:

Slight bares his teeth, all patience lost. he grabs Malachi and throws him against the bulkhead. Lifting him up by a grip on the kidneys, the nanytes swarm in an angry buzz, several flying down his throat to pierce in unpermanent, but extremely painful, damage.
His voice exalted, he rages out in a voice that would echo through Malachis mind forever.
"DO NOT TEST ME ANY FURTHER, FOOL! I know your mind, I know your passwords, and failsafes, and swtiches! Were it not for my weakened state, I would kill you now! YOU ARE PROVOKING THAT WHICH IS DEADLY, AND NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH!"
Slights breath becomes constricted. He is being foolish. What did he expect?
In a softer voice, but with no less authority, he continues. "You may have met Blue Sun operatives before. None are like me. You've met the recovery agents, the men with blue gloves, who are claiming what they believe to be theirs. You would not test them as you do me. Any more such aggravation on your part will result in death. I warned you before. I am a puppet, but you do not hold my strings. Quite the reverse. This is your second warning."
With movements bordering on a caress, he types in the code to shut down the sequence. Who is in charge here must be beyond question now.

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Thursday, December 2, 2004 12:08 PM

MANIACNUMBERONE


Malachi's Move
Same location


"Warn me all you wish. It should be obvious to you by now though that I care nothing for my own life. Destroy me." Malachi hangs in the air against the bulkhead for a moment longer, waiting for the man to destroy him or not.

Closing his eyes, he projects his thoughts. Weakened condition... How strong are you now? How pervasive is your mind? If you can still read my thoughts, you know that right now I am considering destroying both our ships and be damned with the consequences. You know that I can reactivate the destruct sequence immediately without using my control pad, and that I can do it without the countdown. You also know that my life-support is directly connected into my ship's destruct sequence. Our deaths are linked together regardless of how fast you act or what you do. So kill me or not, torture me or not. The beginning will be the end."

Malachi opens his eyes again. The calmness of certain death seeping over him.


EM

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Thursday, December 2, 2004 12:20 PM

RAVENWHYTEWING


Slight's Move:

Slight slits his eyes. He can make him remember why he was such a surviver. This effort will make him weak, very weak, but he can't take much more of this mans foolery.

With a rush, Malachi has left the ship. He is now in Slight's world, the world of the mind.
Slights tattoo melts, becomes his Raven. Malachi has one mark on him-the mark of a barcode, symbolizing his self-induced expendability. His clothes are gray, reminiscent of a military uniform, but no particular allegiance is marked.
Before the both of them lies Arrielle, Malachis own sister. Slight purses his lips, the raven taking off. "She's still dying, Bobby." His voice is not his own, but the voice of Malachi's brother, Aron. "We need the mony for the treatment. She has the Daplong, and Bodens. She won't live unless we both help her. I can't pay for everything-she's not a dependant as the Alliance sees fit. I know you don't care about yourself-you never did. But we're all that's left, Bobby." He uses the name Malachi hates, the name that reminds him off his heritage, and the father who left him. "Pescalins' too expensive for me to do this on my own. I'm already in debt, to legal and illicet loan sharks. Please. Just do something to save Arielle."
Slight speaks with his own voice. "Neither of us care about ourselves. What we do, we do for others. It's not about us, anymore."


With a resounding boom, both are back in the obs craft. Slight falls back, leaning against a bulkhead as he gasps for air. He can see something shift. The empathic connection is so strong, he trembles as he pulls away a cigarette from the pack, lighting it desperately. In the strained atmo, he has to drag at it heavily to light it. The smoke hangs heavily.
"I'm done with threats. Unless you want to remember why humans hate pain, I suggest you do as I ask. This little trip-it's only the beginning of what I can do. I can make you relive your worst memories, make you remember your hydrophobia, remember the death of your twin siblings, dying one after another in your arms. I can raise the pain of that memory, to the point of which you will cry tears of blood. Believe me, I know the feeling. You think you can tolerate pain-you know nothing of pain. I can feel you're tired. Perhaps, after this, we can work something out." He suddenly remembers Thorne's words-
"You can't make it on your own. All this Lone wolf crap won't fly."
Slight swallows. He honestly couldn't wait to talk to him again. They had much to discuss.

EOM

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Friday, December 3, 2004 2:52 PM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave


Xiang's Move:
LOCATION - ORBOROS: Tantalus Shipping Nexus


Quote:

"So is it too early for breakfast?"
Staring down at the dishes on his tiny table, Xiang shakes his head.
Quote:

FLASHBACK
Any meal was a good one so far as Damon was concerned. Xiang could put a raw block of protein down in front of the boy and he would eat it. He still sounded more like Oliver Twist asking, "Please sir, I want some more," but at least he knew to ask.

"I have heard it said that it is never too early for breakfast," Xiang replied, smiling slightly himself with that tiny reminiscence of Robert. He could eat eggs at any time of the day, kneeling down to declare Rowan a Goddess when…

Rowan. Just her name causes him to stop for a moment and remember what it was. To be a friend, husband and lover to such a beautiful creature seems near unfathomable now. Yet that was the joy of his life before. Before he was taken by the Alliance and all he knew was wrested from him. His life, his future, his identity and to the nearest extent, his very soul.

Realizing Damon is staring at him in confusion, Xiang turns and heads for the small kitchen unit to inspect the inventory. Finding what he needs, he begins to turn yellow-colored protein into something resembling scrambled eggs.
END FLASHBACK

Thinking of her now, he remembers her eyes, and how they would spark with green fire in moments of mischief and other pleasures.

EOM

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Friday, December 3, 2004 4:55 PM

SQUEE


Damon's turn:
LOCATION - SPARE DORM

Quote:

"I have heard it said that it is never too early for breakfast," Xiang replied, smiling slightly.

The change in Xiang's expression is subtle but Damon catches it- a brief flash of... something. He remembers seeing it several times before, while Xiang was cleaning him up on Dis. On most days, the long hours passed in silence, suppressed by dark thoughts and heavy emotions that neither wished to deal with during their precious time away from their enslavers. It was on days like those that Damon sometimes saw it, the distant look in Xiang's eyes. Damon can't put words to the look, but he knows the feeling- usually something that doesn't want to be discussed.

He follows Xiang to the kitchen and watches him pull things together for breakfast. Not knowing what else to do to help, Damon pulls a couple cups from the sink, fills them both with water and sets one down on the counter for Xiang.

"Here's to us, Xiang. To victory..."

He raises his cup and takes a swallow.





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Friday, December 3, 2004 7:46 PM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave


Xiang's Move:
LOCATION - ORBOROS: Tantalus Shipping Nexus


Taking up his dishes, Xiang puts them in the tiny washing unit built in under the netro-wave oven. Holding the plastic cup in his hand, he watches the light gleam on the fluted features.
Quote:

"Here's to us, Xiang. To victory..."

Watching Damon drink from a dirty glass with flourish, Xiang cannot help but respond, He lifted the second glass and tapped it against Damon's as he lowered it from drinking, but did not drink himself. One of the cups had belonged to Templar, and considering his occupation, it would not be entirely beyond the realm of possibility that the cup would have some subversive kind of sedative coating adhered to it. Aside from that, who knew what new manner of diseases could have sprung in the past seven years?

Taking Damon's glass and the other one, he put them back in the sink and took down two new ones to fill, adding ice and processed lemon juice.

"You should think before you drink from a dirty glass, Damon. You never know where it's been."

Turning back to his pan, he finished up the eggs and piles all of it onto a plate, which he set in front of Damon. There was enough for two, but Xiang wasn't feeling hungry. It had struck him in the night - after being awakened by Damon's nightmare - that Robert would have to have a particular reason for sending someone after him now, after all the time that had passed. Robert never did anything for a reason. When he visited the campus on Osiris after being incommunicado for more than six years, he had a reason. When he took Xiang into that room where Ro...where SHE was sitting, he had a reason. When he came up with the plan to get her out of the complex should the Alliance finally invade, there was a reason attached to that too.

Something was about to happen. Xiang could feel it. And he didn't care for it one bit.

Rather like now. Events have been set into motion that he has no control over. Will he simply be able to watch them play out, or will he have to take part again? And if so, what more could he lose in the bargain? He isn't even sure his soul is intact.
Quote:

"Victory," Xiang said, trying the sound of the word. "Yinge shengli."

It didn't sound any better in Chinese.

Not wanting to burst Damon's bubble, Xiang nodded. "That must explain why I'm so exhausted. It was a victory hard-won."



EOM

Yinge shengli = To win a victory

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Saturday, December 4, 2004 10:43 AM

SQUEE


Damon's turn:
LOCATION - SPARE DORM

Quote:


Damon reluctantly releases his cup when Xiang takes it from him.

"You should think before you drink from a dirty glass, Damon. You never know where it's been."

A slight frown of confusion crosses Damon’s face. Are they dirty? He shrugs it off and accepts the new cup. A moment later, Xiang sets a plate of eggs in front of him.

Damon looks up. “You not eating?”

Xiang shakes his head so Damon picks up the plate, fairly convinced Xiang’s nuts for passing up food. Putting his back to the wall, Damon sits down, places his cup on the floor next to him and looks down at the chopsticks on his plate. He picks them up, clicking them together experimentally. It feels like forever since he last used them. But his interest in the chopsticks quickly fades and he sets to work with emptying his plate.

"Victory," Xiang says, trying the sound of the word. "Yinge shengli. That must explain why I'm so exhausted. It was a victory hard-won."

Damon grunts at the understatement and moves the eggs to the side of his mouth to speak. “Impossibly won…” He continues eating, thoughts of where he had been not even four days ago pulling him into silence. Five years- eight including the three at the factory. Even eight sounded so much shorter than he remembers it. But he did it. They did it.

He swallows the last of the eggs and leans back against the wall to look up at Xiang. “Xiang, did you ever…” He pauses, not sure if he even wants to ask. So many of them thought he was crazy for doing this. Just a silly boy with a naïve sense of hope. “Did you ever think about what you would do if you were free?”




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Monday, December 6, 2004 7:48 AM

ASTRIANA


ZOE'S MOVE
LOCATION - CREW QUARTERS HALLWAY


Internal musings... Just collatin' data, as they say...

OOC: Just wanted to let folks know I'm still alive. I'll be moving Zoe to the galley shortly.

~Astriana~
~Mostly-Invisible Long-Winded Goddess of Inter-Board Communication and Diplomacy a/k/a El Jefe Magnifico's Mistress... of Communications and Harems~

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

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Monday, December 6, 2004 8:02 AM

MANIACNUMBERONE


Malachi's Move
Slight's ship.


The pain recedes slowly from his head. His head hangs limp against his chest, his breathing ragged. The colors of his induced vision fading to dull washed-out grey, then to blackness, and then the sudden starkness of the bridge of Slight's ship. He blinks his eyes against the sudden change and swallows back the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. "Whom do you serve?" he croaks out in a faint whisper.


EM

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Monday, December 6, 2004 1:20 PM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave


Xiang's Move:
LOCATION - ORBOROS: Tantalus Shipping Nexus
Quote:

Watching Damon wolf down the eggs, it was obvious the boy was preoccupied with something. More than once he looked up thoughtfully and seemed to have an entire conversation in his head, only to return his attention to his plate. Xiang was about to ask what was on his mind when Damon finally came out and said it.

“Did you ever think about what you would do if you were free?”

Free. What did that word mean? When he was sixteen, it meant eventually leaving home and never having to listen to another row between his parents. When he was twenty-three, it meant being able to take the job at the university in Osiris without having to uproot a family to do it. On his wedding day... well, that meant something else entirely.

"I have wondered if there is such a thing," Xiang replied. He had spoken without thinking about it. "To be free. My condition before we met rendered me unable to recall my past, or to see a future--I was simply Chen. It was you, actually, who started the process that freed me from my conditioning. I saw you fighting the guards and the look in your eyes reminded me... it reminded me of the fire I thought I had lost. Of the will to think on my own. We would still be there and you would likely be dead now if I had not been dusting the paintings in the hallway that day."

The fire had actually brought HER image to the forefront of his mind, but Xiang chose to leave that part out. Instead he lifted a chain from under the collar of his sweater. With it came a silver pendant of the yin yang symbol.

"They let me keep this. I did not know what it was, I only knew I had to wear it. It was given to me by someone... very special. Before I saw you, if my conditioning began to fail, I was programmed to look at it and my condition would be restored. Now I look at it and remember... what was before."

"Yin and yang, darkness and light, female and male, me and you."

Hearing her voice in his head causes Xiang's breath catch in his throat, even now.
Quote:

"I am not quite free yet. But when I am, I will find the one who gave this to me and hope I will not end up dead when I do."
EOM

OOC: I need to start writing Rowan again. This is starting to get confuzzling.

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Tuesday, December 7, 2004 11:58 AM

RAVENWHYTEWING


Slights move:

Slight shakes his head. How could this man understand?

Helsing stand before him, regal and green from the Davis treatments. The screen is man sized-Helsing liked to be intimidating.
"You have not reported for several months, Brink. In fact, the reports concerning yourself have been very disturbing. Whom do you serve, Brink Helsing?"
Slight has audio, but no visual feed. The First Power can only hear him. Brink is shirtless, all of his tattoos finished healing. He is waiting till the right time to reveal his rebellion.
Slight snorts to himself. What is he, some teenager?
"Redemption, father. I am serving whatever can take you down. Destroying your little mom and pop store, and freeing all those poor children you've enslaved. That is my purpose now."
"And this Coyote? He's going to help you?" Helsing looks incredulous.
"The three Critters, as they're called-Coyote, Lizard and Badger-are a means to an end. They are the bottom of the rung, and if you want to topple an empire, you start at the bottom."


We are the same, you and I. We both fight for family. Mine is larger than you could ever know. From your clothes to your weapon, to the very structure of the Core. I won't win. You can save her now, mercenary. I will pay for the genetic treatment necessary to cure her. You could rest, if you wanted. I know you won't, but I also know you will sleep better at night, knowing your mei-mei is safe. And we are wasting time.
Slight moves to the consol within Malachi's ship (Now that he's inside, he identifies the ship as a Neon-class.) and links into the Cortex. He waves Serenity within moments, and waits for the response.

Onboard Serenity, a blue light begins to flash, as a synthetic chime informs the helm of the incoming message.

Slight turns to see Malachi come in, as if in a trance. He blinks for a few minutes, dropping his eyes. I wish this could have been easier for you, I honestly do.


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Thursday, December 9, 2004 9:33 AM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave


Rowan's Move
LOCATION: The Galley (where else?)


Her offer of the second half of the sampled bao is met with several reactions. Jayne's usual convolution of answers, Merz with her uber-quantifying, which Rowan now understands is her own way of collating all the unfamiliar data she's trying to absorb. Then there's the simple look of outright yearning from River that reminds Rowan of the eyes of a begging cat.

Small wonder as to who wins.

Rowan holds the other half of the bao out to River.

ROWAN: "Never could resist the look."

Beaming, the girl takes it gingerly and licks her fingers when some of the sauce oozes out.

Knowing full well Jayne will keep an eye on the girl just to make sure there isn't anything in the sauce that ought not be there, Rowan takes another from the plate and cuts that one in half as well. Turning around, she holds one half out to Merz, and one to Inara.

ROWAN: "For my intrepid assistants."

EOM

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Thursday, December 9, 2004 10:37 AM

MANIACNUMBERONE


Malachi's Move
Location: Back onboard his ship.

The ship is the same as it was when he left it; small, fast, powerful and ahead of its time. Constant modifications at base equiped it with the best technology, and for such a small and stealthy ship... the most destructive.
Setting down the black case that he had brought to Slight's ship and back again, he opens it and removes the pieces of a large, automatic laser rifle. "Nothing ever is."

Malachi stalks purposefully to a rectangular metal plate inset into the starboard wall, pushes it and opens a concealed weapons storage locker. He places the pieces of the rifle within and retuns to the black case. Three items still remain in this case, the largest, a med bag, he takes in one hand and walks to the console, setting it down next to Slight. Noting the open connection to Serenity, Malachi catches Slight's eye with a questioning look.


EM

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Thursday, December 9, 2004 11:41 AM

RAVENWHYTEWING


Slights move:

Slight notes the medbag. He should refill the chemicals in his cartridge belt. He mentally injects himself with endorphines.
Slight notices the questioning look.
My old ride. It's a rickety old Firefly-class, run by someone called Reynolds. He calls it Serenity. Has something to do with. . .
Slight considers the vision he'd had.
It's his graveyard, his haunting. Whenever he thinks of Serenity, the battle he fought in, his mind sees a burning cross. He lost his faith in God, there. Serenity is his way of paying tribute. You ever hear of the Bulletproof Browncoat? One of the Independents' supposed weapon? That's him. Seargent Malcolm Reynolds, now Captain Reynolds.
He's picked up a bit of a ragtag crew. A couple of. . ."heavy lifters," a pilot, a mechanic, a medic-
Slight winces at that, the usual. He even got himself a priest. Shepard Book, your little prize and former employer. Whatever mierde you got with him, that's your business.
Slight turns back to the consol, but continues to speak.
What's the medkit for?

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Friday, December 10, 2004 12:25 PM

MANIACNUMBERONE


Malachi's Move


Malachi picks back up the bag and moves away. He's been on the same ship. "How long were you there?" and he didn't notice anything about Book, or he wouldn't still be calling him a shepherd. He goes slowly to the far end of the ship and replaces the med bag in it's storage area next to a pull-out wall cot used for triage. A small ship, he's still only 25 feet away at the far end. Remaining still for a time, he takes the time to quiet his thoughts. The motion sensitive light clicks off bathing him in soothing shadows. He's probably still in possession of one of the crystals he created. If I can take it, I can free myself forever. For a long time he sits in the dark plotting.

EM

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Saturday, December 11, 2004 8:00 PM

MERCEDESTROY


Merz move

LOCATION - GALLEY

Merz takes the offered treat. Before tasting it she looks it over, feels the texture of the “bread” and sticks one finger into the center to touch the filling. Next she lifts it up and smells it – now that it was completed and steamed Merz wanted a comparison for the databank. Finally she closes her eyes and slides the morsel between her lips. One of her trainers had taught her that it was possible, and sometimes even preferable to allow the body to compensate in this fashion – to shut out one sense and increase another one. In this case she eliminated sight in order to concentrate on the taste and mouth feel of the bao.

Merz’ normal diet, for long years, consisted of plain protein and simple vegetation, contrasted with occasional refresher courses in wilderness survival. The last six months had taught her somewhat that there is more to eating than simple fuel for the body. The last two days have taught her that eating can be pleasurable. And this … cooperative effort in the creation of the bite between her teeth … has taught her a new sensation. The bao itself – its complex combination of flavors and textures – is almost overwhelming. Combined with the knowledge that she had in some small way contributed to it’s creation … she experiences some form of emotional response for which she has no name. Merz slowly masticates the morsel, extracting every bit of sensation she can distinguish, before regretfully swallowing it.

She slowly opens her eyes, to find Rowan and River watching her. Merz just looks at them motionless and expressionless, utterly at a loss for words. She has heard so many words used to describe food. And she has no possible idea what the appropriate response should be.

She wants to speak from her ‘heart’, and does not know how …

EOM


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Sunday, December 12, 2004 7:06 AM

DECOY


Wash's (monthly) Move:
Location - Bridge

Mal: "Understood. We need to track down as much of the 'hands on' Early may have perpetrated on Serenity. We don't need no more surprises. Mal out."

(Wash turnes to the security screen, brushes a thin layer of dust off of it, and programs it to begin a self-diagnostic, then... back to the map.)

(Time passes, and Wash quietly pores/frets/manically gestures over the map. Then, something happens... something wonderful. A smell, a smell comes wafting onto the bridge... Wash looks over to Rex, and says): "(sniff) That's funny... (Sniff, sniff) Cooking? (Sniff) Don't look now but I think I must be going insane, I think (sniff,SNIFF) i smell... bao? Oh, gods I don't care that we're going to be killed by Cinammon, Saffron, or Basil, as long as she feeds us a last meal first, I'll go quietly"

(Wash starts to get up to investigate, but a chime sounds and on MRFUCSS, a blue light flashes, trying to alert Wash into realizing that the cortex has an incoming live wave wating for him to ... ackowledge and then accept or eat?... Wash looks up from the map with the friendly yellow and red arrows, and muttering to Rex): "I can't even be starvingly psychotically bored in peace, gotta answer Wave, so..." (Wash grabs Rex, and holds him an inch away from the camera pick-up to the cortex moniter, reading that it's from a Neon-class ship. Slight and a med-bag, and a big fuzzy looking blur appear on the screen.)

Slight (quietly over the wave, which Wash, leaning about two inches from the console speaker can barly hear.): "My old ride. It's a rickety old Firefly-class, run by someone called Reynolds. He calls it Serenity. Has something to do with. . ."

Wash as Rex: "Thank god you've called! We've been boarded by fat fleshy two-legged mammals, and we're running out of condiments, Please help us..." (Wash then leans back and lays Rex down, and says): "Oh, hi Slight, sorry about my disguise, but you know how it is... and hey, if Kaylee or Mal hears you call my lady a 'rickety old anything', I can't be held responsible for what ever happens. What can I Do you for?"



On the cortex screen the display reads: 21:00 AMT (09:00 pm). On board the Supposed 'Neon' class ship, deep inside Slight's healing body, his internal clock goes from 20:59 to 21:09... a nanite squigges over to the '9' and gives it a gentel kick, and it rolles over to '0', and all is right again with the world, and the nanite goes back to more important damage.

EOM

Decoy, they make me go first every month, weather I needed to or not.

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Tuesday, December 14, 2004 5:02 AM

RAVENWHYTEWING


Slights move, Supplemental:

Slight turns to see the the wave has been answered. . .by a toy. The toy rattles on, only to be replaced by a shock of blonde hair and blue eyes. It's the pilot. Figures.
"Oh, hi Slight, sorry about my disguise, but you know how it is... and hey, if Kaylee or Mal hears you call my lady a 'rickety old anything', I can't be held responsible for what ever happens. What can I Do you for?"
Slight sighs. This man clearly thinks he's funny. How sad.
Hail, Serenity. I need to speak with the captain. And your sheperd, and your mechanic, and the little girl. I have no problems with you, but I have some news that I think all four will want to hear from me, firsthand. It's about your doctor. . .
Slight winces internally. This is one of the longest days of his life, and it can only get worse.

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Wednesday, December 15, 2004 6:35 AM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave


Rowan's Move
LOCATION: The Galley (yup, still)


Hearing Kaylee rummage about for the means to serve the contents of that cask, Rowan pays closer attention to Merz's reaction.

After very thoroughly tasting the bao, Merz's eyes come slowly open, catching the light as they focus, first on Rowan and then on River. As expected, her face shows no evidence as to her reaction to what must be her first taste of bao. Rowan figures the Troys probably weren't treated to the finer things of life in the 'verse, and bao wasn't exactly normal military fare even in peacetime. Finally, a small line forms between her brows and Rowan can clearly see the confusion in her eyes.

ROWAN: "Don't try to over-analyze, yo mei mei. If it's done right, bao is meant for pure enjoyment."

Reaching out, she runs her hand down Merz's arm hopefully to indicate she understands the other woman's inability to form some description that might sound reasonably poetical. Then she grins and turns to include all the women in the kitchen.

ROWAN: "Ladies, I believe our work is done here. I don't know about you, but I'm definitely ready for a drink."

KAYLEE announces - ”The cabinet is officially open. Ya drink this stuff at your own risk. Let the shindig begin!”

Quickly turning off the stove, Rowan moves out into the dining area and picks up one of the shot glasses Kaylee has so kindly filled. Taking a breath to prepare, she tosses back the first shot and swallows quickly. Fire erupts on the way down, delivering a flavor that combines the influence of the wood in the cask with something that almost tastes like engine fuel smells.

For a second, Rowan can't breathe. Her eyes go completely round, and then on a sharp exhale, she looks at Kaylee.

ROWAN (breathlessly): "Smooth."

She holds her glass under the spigot and since she can't speak, waves at Kaylee in a "keep it coming" fashion.

EOM

Yo mei mei - friend sister

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Wednesday, December 15, 2004 7:02 AM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave


Xiang's Move:
LOCATION - ORBOROS: Tantalus Shipping Nexus


It makes no sense. He hasn't thought about Damon in months and now the memories seem to be overflowing the floodgates, refusing to be ignored. He should be focusing on the information he was trying to find so Robert could finally work out a plan. Instead he was making himself late by reminiscing about the first moments away from Dis?

And that song. Now that it's stuck in his mind, he'll likely spend the day trying to keep from humming it. Everyone on the station believes he doesn't speak at all. It makes the important people believe he's less of a security risk.

A strange situation for a man who used to enjoy speaking in front of a room full of students.

“Did you ever think about what you would do if you were free?”

Free. The Independents came together to make men free. Look how that turned out.

EOM

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Thursday, December 16, 2004 9:30 AM

KALENVOR


He awoke with a start, taking in everything, then he remembered, the woman, his dead companions... and the casket.

Arms stretching out he checks course, he should be nearing the key soon, a few days, a week at most, the signal it resinated, was getting distinctly stronger, soon he would have it, and then he would have the weapon of the Blue Sun, the mysterious casket, heavy piece of Go se. It was worth it though, they wouldn't have sent his team were it not.

The ship begins making an annoying little beeping noise, glancing over the ship is telling him there is another ship... no wait... two ship nearby, in fact, both in his direct path. he sets the ship to slow, as such the other ships seem to be having difficulties. Letting his own ship stop propulsion for now, this was an annoyance but a tolerable one, for now he would wait and see what happens as he floats towards them slowly.

Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke, I collect stuffed penguins, if you don't tell I won't.

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Thursday, December 16, 2004 2:53 PM

MERCEDESTROY


INTERLUDE ~ A fight seen from a different viewpoint.

(Those who forget the past are doomed to have to go back through the threads and find it...)

She is behind a screen lifting weights, when she first hears the quiet sounds beyond the door. There are intruders. Good, she could use the workout.

Making no noise she carefully sets down her equipment, flicks off the tiny red illumination that her quarters are fitted with, and quickly slinks out into the dark of the main room. Positioned between the only door, and the only object in the room beside her, Shelby waits motionless for the intruders to show themselves. No need to pick up her weapons - what she needs is ever with her.

Whoever is fiddling the lock is good - not that it was much of a lock at that. Somewhere along the line, someone had decided that the best way to conceal this particular cargo was by misdirection. A depressed neighborhood. A simple lock. And, for at least the last six months - Shelby. Whoever was here before she does not know, does not care. Place smelled like a combo between a brothel and a barracks when she arrived. Now, smells only of herself.

Dark outside. Dark inside. When the door opens neither side can see each other. Shelby takes the time to suss out her opponents before any illumination is used. She uses her senses for data. Three - males. One a fairly average specimen scents slightly of excitement only, along with gun oil and propellant; movement indicates normal reflexes. They enter quickly and ease the door shut. The second man smells odd. Human but ... not right, nothing she has sensed before, nothing in the database. He is also armed with a solid projectile weapon; reflexes seem unusually swift. He is excited, tense and - worried.

Silently she stretches, tenses and relaxes muscles, preparing. Confident they can neither see nor sense her. They are still in the doorway, fumbling for the light - the one she never uses. She closes her eyes - ears and other senses alert, so as not to be caught by the change in illumination. Shelby has a quick recovery anyway, but never take chances.

The third man - he bothers her. He smells of meat, of blood, of sweat but no emotional content at all. He also smells of metal, mingled oddly with his human scents. His movements are strange, abnormal. She can hear ... clicking, creaking ... machine noises... ? Quick, but ... he is just ... wrong. Shelby does not care for the feeling of unease deep inside her mind and bowels. She does not care for feeling ... anything.

The leader has found the light switch and light floods the room. Shelby eases open eyes and waits for them to notice her. Better effect that way. Shelby does not bother to add their appearance to the data already in her mind - once she has disposed of the intruders it will not be necessary to remember them.

She knows she has been seen when the two in front do a classic double take, eyes wide. The third man cannot be easily read - half of his face is missing and the other half shows nothing. She inhales and expands - muscles rippling. She is wearing a cotton tank top and shorts - both came with her to this place. She has all but outgrown them in the intervening interval - so there is very little left to the imagination. Her height is perhaps a bit above average (she is tall for a female of her ... team) but she gives a sense of greater size then her height can account for. Perhaps a combination of presence and bulk.

They seem impressed. She catches their eyes and speaks, badly. Has probably spoken only once or twice in half a cycle - voice does not want to work. Her body's failure angers her and colors her words. "You. Leave! NOW!"

Their reactions are swift, practiced. Not with each other, she notices. They draw their weapons and wheel to one side, and the one in front unintentionally fouls the aim of his companion as they shift. She pulls her own guns from behind her back and the initial exchange begins. Unable to keep an eye on all three at once, she deals with the armed opponents first, while throwing the occasional stray shot in the direction she knows the other foe has gone. She has never been good at the technical or tactical aspect of any mission, her role was as protector. Her action is reaction; thinking on her feet was not her strong point. She misses her mates; ahile dherai laamo mahinaaharu ekli.

In the first flurry of gunfire, Shelby thinks she may have tagged one of the gunmen, but they are well trained and very swift. One round goes through the loosest part of her shirt and grazes her ribs but no real damage is done. One of the males has taken a much more serious wound high in the chest before both their guns click empty. The gunfight is all over in less than a minute. Shelby tosses her empty gun toward the back of the room and slides the other, single round remaining, in her waistband, freeing her hands for what remains. They are still standing. This must be remedied. This object she is guarding must remain where it is, untouched. But the third man has already reached it and is attempting to take it. This must not be. Cannot be allowed. Will be stopped. Shelby turns to sprint in that direction, but the other two are on her in a flash, one charging to the front, the other circling to approach from the rear.

The man in front of her is no challenge; she crushes his chest with a single blow. He drops dead at her feet. Before she can make her way toward the third opponent, she is jumped from behind. He is stronger than she expected even wounded as he is, and lands a very solid double-fisted blow on the back of her neck. Enraged at how close she is coming to failing her mission, Shelby reaches over her shoulder, grasping his wrists, and then lofts him over her head and down over the prone body of his partner. He lands hard. Not waiting to see if he will rise, she boots him in the head to keep him quiet.

Meanwhile, the third man has managed to acquire the coffin, and is moving toward the entrance, although not without some difficulty given its great weight. Shelby kicks her prone opponents out of her way, drawing her gun and beginning to sprint in his direction. She gets off a her last shot but misses - the second man is still … still … conscious and moving. He grabs her by an ankle and disrupts her final shot and manages to bring her off of her feet. “Randi ko choro”! She is not off balance long, but does reach the floor - long enough to crush his throat with a balled fist and use that impetus to push off back to her feet.

The last man is moving with his cargo now; reaching the closed door he does not even slow down, just moves on through it, shattering it and driving the pieces before him into the street. For a brief second Shelby is impressed. That was a most Troy thing to do. She is gaining on him now hands out to grasp the container and wrest it away from him. But he is inside the waiting ship too fast, just that much too far away and the door is sealed before she can enter. Wholly enraged, she wastes time pounding futilely on the hatch, before realizing that he is leaving and she is far too close to his engines.

Rushing back away from the ship, back to her quarters and the portable wave unit left with her, Shelby Troy faces the fact that it is time to make the call. To report her failed mission. “Ma morre co manchi chhu.”

EO Interlude


ahile dherai laamo mahinaaharu ekli = many long months alone now (Nepali)

Randi ko choro = Son of a bitch (Nepali)

Ma morre co manchi chhu = I am a dead person (Nepali)






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Thursday, December 16, 2004 4:19 PM

MERCEDESTROY


MERZ move

LOCATION - GALLEY

ROWAN
“Don't try to over-analyze, yo mei mei. If it's done right, bao is meant for pure enjoyment.”


Merz wonders if it would do any good to tell Rowan that she does not comprehend enjoyment … perhaps not just now.

When Rowan reaches out to her, to run one gentle hand down her right arm, Merz controls the need/urge to flinch away. Such a gesture is foreign to her (for the most part) and she has never gotten used to the casual way civilians touch one another. She has tried to learn the rules of such encounters, but always ends up wondering if there are any.

"Ladies, I believe our work is done here. I don't know about you, but I'm definitely ready for a drink."

Her saathi seems to be somewhat distracted. Rowan moves quickly off when Kaylee announces the “cabinet is open” whatever that means. Merz watches her toss back the drink with interest. She can smell the alcohol from where she is and is not entirely sure she likes it. Not as … good? … as bao anyway. This she will try too. In a little bit.

For the moment she holds, still tasting bao and feeling … something.

EOM


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Thursday, December 16, 2004 8:54 PM

INARAESQUE


INARA's move. (Yes, finally.)

LOCATION - GALLEY


"Inara, can you explain something to me? Jayne said something I do not comprehend. I would like to ask you for an explanation. I understood ‘closed doors’ easily enough. But when he said ’Cap'n got lucky with you?’ … I do not know what that means. I cannot answer his question. Can you assist me”?"

Merz's question throws Inara quite dramatically. On one hand, if she's ignorant, well, then, it's even less likely that anything ...untoward occured. On the other hand, she cannot help remembering Saffron and Nandi and how utterly lost she'd felt at the (very real) prospects of losing him, of having to see him turn his eyes and attention onto someone else...

Something occurs to Merz and she leaves the kitchen, leaving Inara to brood a while...

*


Rowan takes another bao from the plate and cuts that one in half as well. Turning around, she holds one half out to Merz, and one to Inara.
"For my intrepid assistants."

"Xie-xie, dear," Inara smiles, taking a careful bite of the bao, managing to avoid letting the sauce run down her chin. Her mouth waters and she smiles genuinely. "Absolutely delicious," is the Companion's verdict.

After trying her piece, Merz slowly opens her eyes, to find Rowan and River watching her. Merz just looks at them motionless and expressionless, utterly at a loss for words.

"Don't try to over-analyze, yo mei mei. If it's done right, bao is meant for pure enjoyment." Rowan smiles and looks over the kitchen for a moment, before speaking again. "Ladies, I believe our work is done here. I don't know about you, but I'm definitely ready for a drink."

"It's very strong, be warned," Inara remarks good naturedly. "But a drink would really hit the spot, I think."

Kaylee goes through drawers and cabinets, fetching the spigot and glasses. She sets up the cask of moonshine and arranges the shot glasses around it.
Turning and looking at all in the room, she announces - "The cabinet is officially open. Ya drink this stuff at your own risk. Let the shindig begin!”

Smiling fondly at her mei-mei, Inara gathers up some of the mess in the kitchen, taking care of it as the others head for the moonshine. She ponders how best to phrase the answer to Merz's question...

EOM


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Thursday, December 16, 2004 10:01 PM

MANIACNUMBERONE


Book's Move
Location: His Quarters


Book holds the object in his hands close to his face, peering intently. The blue glimmer of light deep within the facets of the crystal finally fading away to nothingness, signifying that the preliminary sequence did not lead to the actual initiation of the device. He sighs, relieved. So many possibilities... who has it... how did they come to have it... what are they planning to do with it, if they even know how?

Suddenly realizing that he's been ignoring Mal's reaction to his almost insane behavior, Book catches his breath. A sudden intake of air, his eyes shift worriedly from side to side and large lump appears in his throat. He swallows it down audibly, not looking up from his position, and speaks to Mal. "I'm sorry, Captain. My actions must no doubt seem very odd to you, but please, let me explain."

Book pauses, realizing that he's suddenly ready to tell Mal. To tell him. "Years ago, I... I wasn't always... I'm sorry it's taken me so long to be able to talk to you about my past. I know it's worn on your mind... but not as much as it's worn on mine. I need forgiveness, Captain... Mal. I need your forgiveness." Book begins to weep. The tears sliding slowly down his cheeks and catching on the corners of his mouth. The salt taste poignant and memorable. Still looking down at the now somewhat blurry crystal in his hands, he is overcome. Waiting for some encouragement to continue, he glances to his left to find Mal softly snoring, the container of alcohol completely drained and a smile hanging from his satisfied lips.


EM

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Monday, December 20, 2004 5:25 PM

MERCEDESTROY


MERZ move

LOCATION - GALLEY

Merz picks up the abandoned plate of bao and moves it to the table where people are beginning to gather. It seemed to be the logical choice of location. She hoped Rowan remembers the second batch that is steaming; Merz received no instructions on that part and does not know how to proceed, should it become necessary.

Now that the cooking seems to be done, Merz is ready, perhaps, to try something new. A ‘drink’, with ‘friends.’ Something normally done when work is finished. She approaches the barrel with a certain amount of trepidation and carefully takes the full shot glass that Rowan turns and hands her. She sniffs gently and carefully at the colorless fluid and then looks up at Rowan, head tilted to one side, as if to request information on how to proceed.

Rowan is quick on the uptake and demonstrates how to toss back the shot. It looks like the second one goes down easier.

Merz, still not speaking, follows suit. The result rather catches her by surprise. The liquid is cold in the glass, or at least the same ambient temperature as the room. But in her mouth, esophagus and stomach it burns with an unexpected intensity. Passing thoughts chase through her mind, should she have sipped it first? Is it going to stay in place? She gulps a breath, and looks at Rowan, a bit wide-eyed herself.

MERZ
"Is it"
, she coughed gently, "supposed to do that?"

EOM


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Tuesday, December 21, 2004 9:43 AM

CHANNAIN

i DO aim to misbehave


Rowan's Move
LOCATION: The Galley


Even after knocking back her third, Rowan can still feel the effects of Kaylee's powerful concoction. Might take a bit more than she figured initially to alleviate the burning. Hopefully before any damage was done to her stomach lining. Judging by the cacophony of reactions that barely show on Merz's features - her eyes even go wide, which is a first - Rowan determines that the fact that Merz is showing her surprise at all indicates the hooch could have the potential to blind the unsuspecting.

ROWAN (raspy): "Oh yeah - this is definitely not for the young."

MERZ: "Is it," she coughed gently, "supposed to do that?"

Rowan can only nod. She's had varying degrees of shipboard hooch before. One was so strong that she actually had to stop after five drinks when her teeth went numb. This isn't quite that far and has a nice spicy turn to it...no, wait, that's the bao.

Bao... there's still bao in the steamer!

ROWAN: "Lashî!"

Setting the shot glass down quickly, she darts into the kitchen and lifts the cover on the steamer to find a dozen fully cooked gems waiting to be plucked free from the heat.

Rowan sends up a silent wish of thanks to the Almighty and all the ancestors who just saved her from a hellish visit from the spirit of the craziest grandmother in the 'verse. Setting the cover down, she takes the tongs and starts removing the last of the bao.

EOM

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Tuesday, December 21, 2004 3:12 PM

MERCEDESTROY


DAMON’s move

LOCATION – SPARE DORM

In darkness, and deep in thought, Damon continues to remember …

DAMON
“Did you ever think about what you would do if you were free?”


Xiang spoke, of his past, of what he was beginning to remember. Of the one he was starting to remember again. And finally …

XIANG
"I am not quite free yet. But when I am, I will find the one who gave this to me and hope I will not end up dead when I do."


Back in the present, Damon muses. Xiang had a purpose beyond escape, something to be free for. ~ What do I have? When I am finally free - what then?~ Somehow he had never really thought that far into the future. What was he going to do when he is free? When this mark is no longer on him and no one seeks him, what comes next?

Lying on his back, hands behind his head, Damon ponders the future. Starting from when he gets out of this room. Or starting with the talk he is going to have to submit to from Captain Reynolds. ~… just let me get through that, and then I will try to see the next step …~

EOM


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Tuesday, December 21, 2004 3:36 PM

MERCEDESTROY


KAYLEE’S move

LOCATION - DINING ROOM As ...

ROWAN (rather breathlessly)
"Smooth."



Kaylee grinned at her as she filled her up again, appreciating her response. Yup, that is a good batch. She filled up a few more of the glasses and left them around the barrel. As she watched Merz drink she lifted one up herself and took a taste. Whoosh, that was harsh. She stifled her grin behind a hand as Merz commented “Is it supposed to do that?” Why, you’d think she never had a belt before.

She finishes up her drink and sets down the glass. Jayne is contemplating the barrel and the beer in his hand, apparently weighing possibilities. Rowan has dashed back into the Galley to rescue whatever she was cookin’, Bao by the look of the plate on the table. Merz is motionless, staring intently at her empty glass like she’s stunned er sumpthin’. River is watching Rowan, maybe pickin’ up some cooking techniques, who knows with her.

For the moment, no one is paying any attention to Kaylee, and that suits her just fine. She sneaks a piece of bao off of the plate and heads for the door. Time to head back to the cargo area and finish the one last chore. Don’t need no help either, by the time they’s done with their shindig, she’s gonna have that box all rigged and ready to go.

She slips out the door without a backward glance. She’ll party later, when Simon has returned.

EOM


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Tuesday, December 21, 2004 4:19 PM

MANIACNUMBERONE


Book's Move
Location: His Quarters


Wiping his eyes, Book turns away from a snoozing Mal, and begins to turn the crystal device over and over in his hands. Book stands and walks uneasily to small counter under his mirror, and opens a small box. Inside his past springs out to meet him... many of the things he'd worn on his uniform, the medals and commendations received while fighting for a cause he never wanted to be a part of.

Glancing at Mal again quickly, he listens to the slow measured breaths that signify sleep. It doesn't matter though, does it? Whether he sleeps or he's awake. A heavy sigh, long and drawn out, then the time had come. "I used to be a part of the Alliance. I did unspeakable things. Things which I am sure may lead me to Hell. I want to tell you why. I need to..." As he speaks, Book paces the room quietly. When he stops and takes his seat again on his hard cot, Mal's eyes are open again, and a look of confusion masks his face.


EM

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Thursday, December 23, 2004 7:31 AM

CAPNRAHN


IDEA HOLDER

Mal wakes up from an old nightmare of him crawling through a crow-feild - but the memory has a twist. It started off back before the end of the war. It was on some godforsaken hell hole called Anubis or some such. The dream turns bad as Mal finds himself crawling over the dead and decaying bodies with not only Zoe, but all of the folks that were now on Serenity. The dream takes its twist into unreality as a panicked crewmember screams and freaks out. It starts off as Tracy, but melds into Damon. The screaming and thrashing alerts the brigade of hunting Purplebellies to their presence. Worse yet - the noise actually wakes the dead. As the dead claw and tear at his crew and passengers Mal is paralyzed with indecision. Every putrefied and decaying face on the mobile dead is one that Mal has burned into his memory -- those he has had to shuffle off this mortal coil.

With a huff he wakes up -- and sees Book with the remnants of tears on his cheeks. Mal is mortally sober now - at least mind-wise, his body is still trying to catch up and does not function at 100%

Mal stands unsteady and clasps Book on both his shoulders, his hands unconsciously digging into the muscles in Book's upper arms.

MAL
... voice deep with emotion and steady in its meter and timbre...
"Past is past - are you with ME now? I need you with me, the crew needs you."

His words drift off as his sharp and unglazed focus drives deep into Book's eyes.

EOIH

OOC : Hope that helps ... got more to say, but this will have to do...



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Thursday, December 23, 2004 8:03 AM

CAPNRAHN


NEW ACT THREAD!!!!

ACT 25: http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=17&t=8331

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