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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Sun comes up, it's Tuesday mornin'
(OOC: Rewinding a bit on my last post to incorporate DM’s post).
After kissing Dodger goodbye, Willow stepped lightly onto the ship, and waved goodbye as the cargo doors closed behind her. Once she was out of sight, she let her shoulders slump with the tiredness she felt, but smiled a secret smile of happiness as she made her way to the kitchen. Sleep sang its need in her bones, but Captain would want to come up with a plan for the next few days. Certainly, they’d be busy.
Willow straightened her shoulders as she reached the kitchen, and reached up to wind her hair back up into a loose knot, held in place by the butterfly pin. She nodded a greeting to Sung and Trish, already seated at the table, and continued to the stove. She put the kettle on to boil and put together the makings of tea.
When everyone was in the kitchen, she glided to the table with teapot and enough cups for all, and poured for those that wanted it. Taking her seat, she cupped her hands around the tiny cup of tea, sipping slowly. Being tired always made her cold, and the sheer silks of yesterday’s outfit were not made for warmth.
(OOC: Insert Wyatt's speech from Bromern's post here  )
Willow nodded her head when Sung instructed her on getting more medical supplies, knowing that this job would be far from routine “Mind you, “ she thought to herself,” we haven’t figured out what a routine job would look like.” She thought fleetingly of her small bed with it’s clean cotton sheets and suppressed a sigh. Internship in medicine had meant many sleepless nights, surely she could forego a nap for one last errand.
When the Captain dismissed them, Willow made a quick stop at her bunk, shivering as she changed into the market outfit of yesterday, adding a wool sweater (knit by Trish, of course) for warmth. She looked critically into the mirror and made a face at the little Buddha sitting serenely nearby. “Just some mascara and lipgloss will do for now,” she told the statue,” I am in a hurry, after all.”
Making her way back to the cargo area, she ran into Asher escorting a young woman to the cargo doors. To Willow’s critical eye, the girl was pretty enough, but cheaply dressed, both in material and manner. “Definitely a working girl,” she thought to herself, but her manner was warm as she greeted them. She shook Beth’s hand politely as Asher introduced them.
“And this must be your new friend, Asher, dear,” Willow smiled, ”I’m Willow, the ship’s doctor. Do lead the way, Asher dear, Beth and I are going to share a little girl talk.” While they continued their way to the cargo bay, Willow gently touched Beth’s arm, slowing her to create a little distance between the two women and Asher. When Beth looked her way, puzzled, Willow spoke, her manner coolly clinical. “As ship’s doctor, I am responsible for the health of the crew. Is there anything I should know about your health with regards to our friend up ahead? I’m sure you get my meaning. “
When Beth answered, (OOC: let me know which way she responds), Willow nodded and smiled warmly again. “Thank you, dear, I had to ask. Now get your rest, dear, I’m sure you must be tired.”
Willow stands a discreet distance away as Asher bids his lady goodbye, then hooks her arm through Asher’s once Beth leaves. “Come, my dear,” Willow sang,” while you were abed with your lady love, we got our marching orders. I need strong arms and a stronger back for all the med supplies I’m going to fetch, and you won the lucky chance to be the strong back. “
The two leave the ship in the mid morning light, and make short work of the supply list. As much as being dirtside was a rare treat, they had a job to do.
(OOC: Will post more later this week, just wanted to get the Beaumonde part done and posted. )
Posted on 2007-03-25 at 15:12:54.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Money, my 2 cents
Al is right, we didn't work out how the profit sharing would work. On the show, Mal owned the ship, and the rest were crew (though there are hints that Zoe contributed to buying the ship) so Mal had to pay them wages out of the profits.
We are put some of our starting credits into buying the ship even though we joined at different times, so I'd think that would count as buying off the ship's debt, and in the case of Willow adding a sick bay, adding upgrades.
So, we all own a piece of Roc, though Captain owns biggest piece as Captain. I say we all have a stake in keeping her in the air, so the payout of shares happens after the fees are paid.
Opinions?
Posted on 2007-03-24 at 17:56:56.
Edited on 2007-03-24 at 19:45:03 by Alacrity
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Topic: What’s Your Favourite Edition?
Subject: Me for 2nd edition, too
I found that I played 2nd edition for years without having to pull out a rule book for every little thing, and I found that both 3.0 and 3.5 were so complicated in some areas, that a single round of combat took way too long to figure out.
I don't know whether it was a rules or the evolution of the newer players, but I have also found a higher incidence of overpowered characters that seem to have awesome abilities at low levels...call me old school, but characters that had a very real chance of dying had more "skin" in the game. I found that 3.0 and 3.5 characters went from being heros to super heros, and well, there used to be a game system based on Marvel characters, wasn't there? I stayed away from it for a reason
In table top, I've gamed mostly with one DM (Alacrity), who is now my husband, so we stuck with 2nd edition rules with some changes along the way (many of which are posted in the DM's corner here on the site). We had another friend who was also a DM, and he liked to dabble in different gaming systems, so we tried Star Wars, Ars Magica, and some system that was so realistic, our characters were nearly defeated while trying to cross a log bridge (seriously...a broken leg was near fatal, due to the chances of healing badly or infection leading to gangrene).
We still play modified 2nd edition, and Alacrity incorporated some elements of other game systems that he found appealing. Our characters have virtues and flaws, for example, from Ars Magica, and playing to your V&F adds XP.
One of the nice things about gaming online is that the players need not be overly familiar with the particular set of rules, as the DM will do the rolling offline and post the results (usually in the form of a narrative). Since I have always been more about the role than the dice roll, that suits me fine!
Posted on 2007-03-24 at 14:42:57.
Edited on 2007-03-24 at 14:44:06 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: And Brom's post makes a full set
Excellent post, too so well worth the wait. I'm thinking that Sam's twitchiness and verbal diarrhea (i like that phrase so much i had to use it again) distracted Willow from Wyatt's own problems during the negotiating.
Congrats on the company expansion project. It's a lot of work, but it's a sign of the respect the company has for your capabilities. Temporary absences in order to advance at work (and therefore afford trips to Toronto with the family...hint, hint) will always be acceptable to me 
of course, I could hardly (cough, cough) expect otherwise 
Posted on 2007-03-24 at 13:48:24.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Meh, you are already a better GM
I have to say, I have been truly impressed by the calibre of everyone's posts...we have some great players here 
Posted on 2007-03-23 at 16:49:50.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I agree
Perfectly in character...I just wanted to:
1) make sure you meant to do it, and
2) preview Willow's reaction
I've posted, btw
Posted on 2007-03-23 at 14:11:55.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Sorry, the post got away from me!
Flashback:
Willow is a child watching an old vid with her mother, so old it had only black and white colours. Usha is in the “Young Hollywood family” stage of her career, and occasionally has time for Willow even when there aren’t photographers around. Willow and her mother are dressed simply, Usha without makeup and her hair in a simple plait and they nibble snacks as they watch.
On the vid, a pair of dancers float around a dancefloor, the man slimly elegant and the woman a froth of chiffon. After a complicated set of steps, the “audience” in the vid applaud, and Willow and Usha do, too. “That Mr. Astaire can really dance!” Willow sighs, half in love with a man dead for centuries.
Usha’s feeling motherly and indulgent, so she doesn’t laugh at Willow, and pats her hand instead. “Silly girl, it is Ginger who is the real dancer. She does everything he does, but backwards and in heels.”
Present:
Willow remembers the afternoon on the sofa as one of the happiest days of her life, but the analogy of dancing backwards and in heels comes back to her now. Captain knows how much he needs to have a chance to turn a profit, but she doesn’t, so she has to follow his lead, and try hard to make him look good. Negotiations were a three way dance when she had the Captain along, so it was tough.
“Juh guh jee hua juhn kuh pah, either way,” Sam grumbled, “Fer the whole ruttin’ buncha us! I mean, if I’m hearin’ correct what Dodger’s sayin’, we’re humped on this deal, right? Plus, even if’n we’s ta manage salvagin’ anythin’ from it, us an’ Smokey McPot, here, get on the bad side o’ some big ruttin’ Joo Bah Jeh who’s like ta come a-gunnin’ fer us jus’ cuz we mighta once seen this mi tian gohn cargo… Mother-humpin’-son-of….” Dash’s voice trailed off into under-his-breath mumblings.
The Captain stilled Dash with a glare and a “Finished”, but Willow feared it was a temporary reprieve. Indeed, dancing backwards in heels was hard enough without Dash lobbing verbal grenades onto the dance floor, and Willow began considering how she could jab Dash with her butterfly pin without anyone noticing. No, that won’t do. A suddenly sleepy Dash may be more unsettling to Dodger than one with verbal diarrhea.
Wyatt had given his opening price for the bolts, and Dodger had countered low. All three discussing the matter knew those two prices were unrealistic, they merely set the boundaries for the discussion. No-one had ever explained the finer points of wordplay to Dash, though, as he fairly burst out again “Two-fifty,” Sam repeated incredulously, “Gun ni jwo lu! (Screw you runnin’!) That luh suh don’ even cover the cost of us walkin’ to this flop! (OOC:won’t repeat everything)”
Willow and Wyatt both glared at Sam, but Willow let Wyatt do the really disconcerting stare. She’d never been able to divert Sam’s paranoia when it had the bit in its teeth. Instead, she smiled a rueful apology to Dodger.
“I’m sorry, Dodger dear, but he’s rather like a trained ape at times. Without the training, of course. Now, about that price of yours. I can understand how you don’t want to necessarily pay for the same cargo twice, but I’m sure you can do better than that…”
And so the dance resumed. Wyatt was a fair hand at bartering, so Willow let him lead, interjecting more to smooth the way when things got heated, applying warmth to Dodger and polite deference to Wyatt. When Sam had interrupted once too often, Willow turned to him and said in a firm, no-nonsense voice,” Why don’t you go play, and leave us adults to our conversation? You are acting like a child who needs a dose of cod liver oil, and I’m reaching for the spoon, nyen ching duh! ”
Willow was startled at her own vehemence, feeling like her mother’s words had come out instead of her own, but it made Sam stomp away to bother Hack and Slash for a while. She figured that she could always stitch him up later if they hurt him too much.
Dodger seemed more amused by Sam than annoyed, and like any good businessman, haggling over price was a fine way to relax. When the final price was reached and Wyatt and Dodger had shook hands over it, Dodger looked over to Willow with a broad smile. “Shouldn’t we be kissin’ ta seal de deal, sweetness?”
Willow tilted her head to the side and arched a brow at his assumption. Before his smile could fade, she winked and purred,” Later, dear…among other things.”
When Wyatt and Sam started preparing to leave, Willow moved over to Dodger’s side and made room for herself beside him on the chair. Dodger put his arm around her to accomodate her, and she breathed in his warm spicy smell again. When Wyatt looked back at her with an “Ain’t you comin’?” look, Willow shook her head slowly.” Don’t wait up for me, Captain san…I’ll be back in time before we lift.”
(OOC: not sure what Wyatt will say, will respond if needed.)
The finest of Rocinante’s crew left (Sam still grumbling) and Willow was left alone Dodger. She gazed at his leonine features, full lips and strong nose chiseled by a master craftsman, and felt her warmth gathering into a fire. She gave him a smoldering look and asked, “Now, about that kiss…”
(OOC: Again, fading to black to maintain a PG rating)
In the morning, Willow again walked through the streets on the wrist of a gentleman, as Dodger escorted her back to the ship. Bare of makeup and with her hair flowing simply down her back, she was radiantly beautiful in the morning’s light, if a touch tired. Kissing Dodger sweetly at the ship’s ramp, she pressed her forehead to his before giving him a swift hug. “Our time together was too short, Dodger, dear, but I thank you for it. JA keep you safe!”
Before he could say anything more, Willow stepped lightly onto the ship and waved goodbye as the door closed behind her. Once she was out of sight, she let her shoulders slump with the tiredness she felt, but smiled a secret smile of happiness as she made her way to her bunk. A little sleep while they headed out, then some food to make up for the dinner she’d missed!
Posted on 2007-03-23 at 13:49:47.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sample? Gonna top it up with apple juice?
Willow's more of a businesswoman than I think people give her credit....I think you just sampled your share of what little profit there may be in this trip 
Posted on 2007-03-23 at 00:10:58.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Re Eol's post
Good work...but you're drinking the rum???? That's the equivalent of $250 per bottle!
Posted on 2007-03-22 at 16:36:46.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Thanks everyone
Now for Willow's post...that will be tough....
Posted on 2007-03-21 at 21:02:44.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Asher and Beth, sitting in a tree
Sunni’s Noodle House was a posh location, and the discreetly secluded room Sunni had brought Asher and Beth to was normally reserved for Blue Sun and government types. This was apparent by the number of staff (and a few curious patrons) who found reasons to wander in and out of the room, studying the occupants surreptitiously (or openly, in the case of customers). The staff poured more tea into tiny cups Beth and Asher had barely touched, as well as endless glasses of water, all young women in well cut cheongsams and high heels. The girls were all so generically pretty that one had to wonder if they too, like the shrimp, had been grown on the premises.
The staff scattered like butterflies when Sunni bustled in with bowls of soup. She gave the staff a piercing look before chasing them out with a liquid stream of Hindi that sounded lovely and scathing at the same time. “Stupid girls,” Sunni sighed before setting the bowls down with a flourish.
“Drink up, my pets, my special soup thickens the blood!” She nudged Asher with a cackle,” Young men need their strength, yes? Of course they do, yes, yes and you can relax…I will keep the stupid ones too busy to come bother you anymore.” She tilted her head, listening for something only she could only hear. “Excuse me darlings, someone is trying to burn the masala.”
In the sudden silence (how did one tiny woman take up so much space?) Asher and Beth looked at each other, and laughed, openly gawking at the luxurious room. Asher proclaimed “Well, I’ll be damned!” more than once, but Beth wasted little time in tucking into her soup, her half audible moan a testament to its flavour.
Asher looked around for a spoon, then flushed a bit when he saw Beth sipping out of the bowl directly. “Shucks,” he muttered, a little embarrassed,” I’da bin swatted for that back home.” Beth dimpled with a polite smile, but put down her soup long enough to ask,” Where’s home? When it’s not a ship, that is.”
The two chatted as Auntie Sun brought in platter after platter of sumptuous dumplings, roasted duck, tiny tarts filled with savouries. When Asher looked down at the table, there were both carved wooden chopsticks and silver cutlery, and Sunni brightened when he picked the cutlery (typically, the middle and lower classes use chopsticks, cutlery is usually for the wealthy), only to have her face fall when she saw the ham fisted way he held them and sawed at the meat. “Your home is Ezra, boy, or I’m a monkey’s aunt,” she shook her head ruefully, but her eyes were kind. “Did you park the cattle out back where they won’t scare the customers? No worries, Auntie Sun likes her little jokes,” she finished, patting Asher on the head like he was one of her nephews. She then vanished back to the kitchen, leaving a cloud of spice in the air.
While they ate, Beth visibly relaxed, Asher’s open admiration and respectful manner bringing the girl out from behind the brassy working girl. Over a second bottle of sake, she admitted to being a sharecropper’s kid from Beylix. Her parents had proved to be better at producing babies over crops, though, and they’d started selling the older boys into indentured service to pay the rent on the land. Beth had decided to leave before they got around to selling the girls, but had found Beaumonde a tough place for a farm girl with few skills.
Auntie Sun continued to bustle in and out, but true to her word, she’d kept the others out. From the tilt of her head as she replaced empty teapots and poured more sake, she’d been listening discreetly. As her guests were trying to figure out if they could stuff one more crystal dumpling into their full bellies, Auntie Sun looked Beth over critically before giving the girl’s hair a gentle tug.
“You know, you pretty and smart, and that’s your real hair, yes? It is good you came to me then. I need a girl smart enough to know how to check coats without emptying pockets, hmm? If you smart enough to know this is a way to work up to better things, you come see me in the morning…but not too early. Auntie Sun needs her beauty sleep. Now go away, darlings, but don’t be strangers, hmm?”
The look of hope and gratitude on Beth’s face is nearly brighter than the moon as they head out into the night (still drawing curious stares from well dressed people waiting in line). When Asher invites Beth back to the ship, she freezes a moment, then hugs Asher’s arm to her tightly. “Why not,” she laughs, “Auntie Sun likes you, so you must be good people.
The night air does strange things to Asher’s knees, and he realizes just how much sake they’d had. Beth seems unaffected, though, and with her help, they make it to the Rocinante without any falls or spills.
It takes a moment for Asher to recognize his own cabin after Willow’s careful preparations, and after he lets out a long whistle, Beth breaks down into giggles before pulling him down onto the bed. The young man has a moment’s worry about the effect of all the alcohol may have on his abilities, but it appears Beth did learn a few skills after leaving Beylix after all.
(OOC: Fading to black here to maintain the PG rating.)
Posted on 2007-03-20 at 23:37:47.
Edited on 2007-03-20 at 23:39:22 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Editing madness :)
I think it's good now, and Maximus' thoughts that they want to kill each other is understandable.
FYI...although my post had Dapple's inner voice urging her to kill, her attack may or may not be deadly (she's not that good a fighter, to kill with a single blow)...it may just knock Arien out, which is what this player would prefer to happen.
Alternatively, you grapple her or knock her out of the way...then I have to figure out what our enraged little sociopath's reaction will be to that 
In any event, Al's next set of dice rolling should be...interesting lol
Posted on 2007-03-19 at 22:38:27.
Edited on 2007-03-19 at 22:40:05 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Losing the battle within
Dapple’s nose twitched with irritation at every deliberate sniff of the air, but she pushed on. It was the only thing she could think to do while waiting Jal’s scouting mission, but with the second deep sniff, what flooded Dapple’s mind was not pine, but fear. It rippled over Dapple’s dead water of unfeeling (what appeared as calm to the others), and something sinister roiled under the surface.
Stopping her prowl of the room, Dapple reached up to pat the little creature trembling against her. “Keep calm, little monster,” she muttered, perhaps to herself as much as Sunset. As images of Orlando and torture flooded behind Dapple’s eyes, she blinked and shook her head, seeing Tonno’s gang and the Greens instead. “No, no,” she continued to mutter, “that’s not going to happen here. You’re free now, and if danger comes, well, you know how to find a good shadow, don’t you? You’ve seen me do it often enough, so it should be easy for a clever little thing like you.”
With Sunset’s protective coloring making her near invisible against Dapple’s mottled clothing, it may not have been clear who Dapple was speaking to, but she really didn’t care at the moment. Keeping emotions in check was an ingrained habit, a necessity for survival, but Sunset was channeling fear and panic into the little thief as fast as Dapple could will it away. It was all she could do to stand casually and stroke the little dragonet as she muttered to it.
No-one noticed the internal struggle, in any case, as Arien staggered, clutching his head. As Char and Kilgim moved to steady the knight, he evades them to slump down, mumbling about Alloryn in the dark. Dapple was so engrossed in the effort to keep herself and Sunset calm that she missed much of it, but Arien’s high pitched tone pierced her self- absorption.
“Men! Oh, it has been so long since I have had men!” Arien warbled in an unnatural falsetto, sounding a third rate bard playing a woman’s part. Then he staggered and clutched his head, exclaiming in his own voice, only to look towards Dapple as he did so.
His face curls up into a savage mask of rage, “An elf!” he spits with fury (and that strange voice again) launching himself at Dapple with arms extended like claws.
Sunset hisses and draws her wing back as if to strike. Dapple’s last coherent thought is a very clear image of a woman lunging to attack her - a woman with-talon like hands and greenish skin. The others may be moving to intercede, but Dapple is not conscious of anything but the rage pouring from behind a barrier ripped to shreds in her mind. Angerfearbetrayalloathing haze her vision with red as she takes a few steps back from the man she’d once come close to trusting. She seems to coil into herself, a snake preparing to strike.
“Liar!” she spits, her voice seeming to claw from the depths of her soul, just as she launches herself at the advancing Arien. As she rises from the ground in a leap, she twists, her right foot aimed at Arien’s head, just behind his ear. KILL HIM! roars the voice within, and Dapple is beyond resisting the urging anymore.
Posted on 2007-03-19 at 01:45:09.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Disliking the character, not the player :)
Dapple had lowered her hood so that nothing interfered with her hearing, so it was only overgrown blond curls that obscured the stony glare of grey eyes. Once again, Valentine had been called upon for assistance, along with his mystical brethren, and once again, the stuck up lay about acted like it was indulging them in a silly request. "Not my forte,¨ the thief thought contemptuously to herself, "his only real skill appears to be doing as little as possible was looking down his nose at the rest of us. Another noble¡¦s brat is not what we need. I hope he catches a bad case of wounded soon.¨ Considering he chose to wave a sword instead of a spell at those bugs earlier, perhaps you will get your wish soon enough. He may be the fraud, not Spellbinder.
Dapple shook her head, eyes narrowing in annoyance, and paced around the room while letting the others discuss magical scouting¨. Even though the pine fumes irritated her nose, she took deliberate sniffs here and there, trying to figure out if the strong smell was intended to cover up another one. It was the most recent thing done to this room, so perhaps it was of significance.
(OOC: I keep forgetting about Sunset, so thanks, Addy for thinking of Killer. If Sunset did come in with us, let me know. )
DM's Note - I forgot Sunset too. She would be with you so I will have to do a post for her.
Posted on 2007-03-15 at 13:01:54.
Edited on 2007-03-15 at 13:10:05 by Alacrity
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Plans are a go!
The weekend in MD should not be affected as it falls on a holiday weekend that both Canada and US observe. Al has told them about his plans (plane tickets, hotel bookings, etc.) and they are cool with it.
Posted on 2007-03-14 at 11:43:12.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: A little post - I'm just the eye candy, after all
Willow watched Dodger’s reaction to the bolts and their words, and the minute play of emotions on the man’s face told of fear, but not towards them. An inexperienced person would have relaxed at that point, thinking they were in the clear, but Willow remained alert to all possibilities. She’d assisted in neurosurgery, after all, and the smallest mistake could take you from “all vitals good” to “let’s salvage the organs” in a flash.
She kept her hand warm and soft on Dodger’s arm, all the better to feel any new tension or sweat, and looked over to catch Sam’s eye. She let her smile widen to let him reassure him that there was no immediate danger, then looked to Sung.
“Captain san, I may be stating the obvious, but we’re caught in a classic standoff, and with an unknown slinger, not Dodger, here. The question is, were we being set up, was Dodger,” and here she looked back at the intelligent and perceptive man sitting beside her and her insides shivered,” or are all of us being played?”
Posted on 2007-03-12 at 15:26:05.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Knock, Knock
(OOC: Sorry, but it seems a little odd that Maximus would push past the two at the door and be the one to open it, so I hope this fits without changing anyone’s intentions)
The first door had not been really a door, just as the wall had not been truly a wall. Perhaps it had originally been designed to fall inwards with the lightest of touches (and in a flash, Dapple understood: the hidden passage had been for swift escape), but time and neglect had shifted its balance, so that it threatened to fall outwards.
Dapple took a swift look around and noted that the big gladiator was closest, so eager to be out of the passage that he was close to crowding Char and Dapple at the door (though he hid the fear well, Dapple gave him that much). Catching the man’s eyes, Dapple indicated the door, and he moved into position with a nod. She slid a blade between door and frame, and gave a tug, instead of a push. It was enough to shift the door, and it tottered inwards. The gladiator caught it, balancing it’s weight against a massive shoulder, and lifted it easily out of the frame to prop it against a wall.
Dapple gave him a nod and a tight grin that flashed briefly, then melted away into grim lines, the matter forgotten as she faced another room. Padding quietly around the room, she gave it a quick once over before focusing on the door, Char close behind. Nothing could be heard beyond it, but the sad state of the bolts spoke ill of their chances to pass undetected. She removed a glove to probe the rust with a blunt finger, but touch confirmed what eyes suspected: the bolt was rusted fast, and would need brute force to draw. The noise such an action would make would be loud indeed.
With gestures, she drew Char back to where the others were clustered, not wanting to speak close to the door. When all eyes were on her, she related her findings. “I have oil and such to treat a squeaky hinge, but not anything that can undo years of damp. That door’ll only come free with a lot of noise, so we’d best prepare to switch from sneaking to moving fast.”
Her mouth clamped shut before the words barely escaped, and she waited on the reactions and ideas of the others.
Posted on 2007-03-12 at 15:09:41.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: New place, Tann?
Congrats! Sorry I can't be there to bring you a plant or a bottle of wine for the ne place, but I have had quite enough of planes, thank you very much
Home for a week of March break...so I'll be able post the long winded meandering posts that I so love Alacrity may be a little pre-occupied (I'll let hm share the news when he's able) but I hope we can advance the story.
Coolio posts, peeps! Let's keep 'em coming!
Posted on 2007-03-10 at 15:24:22.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I just had to get my post in before hitting the airport again
Since I have a week before march break, work is determined to get three weeks worth outta me first!
@ EOL's post: We'll have to call Dash "Cap'n Tightpants" 
Posted on 2007-03-06 at 03:08:13.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Tiger, tiger, burning bright
Willow glided back to her room and began to change with what for her was unseemly haste. Clothes flew every which way as the former Companion sought to cleanse every trace of the market from her person. As she reached for the salmar kameez she'd set aside earlier, she spotted the start of finger sized bruises forming on the inner side of her upper arm. "Pisht!," she muttered to herself and glanced at the little Buddha sitting impassively amongst her cosmetics. "He didn't need to be so rough! I might have gone with him if he'd only asked nicely." When Buddha refused to look convinced, she made a little face and reached for witch hazel to dab on the marks. "Well, I might have, but he was awful drunk. He would not have remembered, and I am always memorable."
Fortunately, she'd been able to preserve her makeup, so after sliding into the tailored kameez, she only had to re-arrange her hair and apply fresh scent. Ignoring Wyatt's pointed look at his watch, Willow joined Wyatt and Sam in the cargo bay precisely on time. Enjoying Sam's open admiration of her outfit's precise fit, she lowered her lashes at him in not quite a wink before placing a delicate hand on Sung's proffered wrist. "Shall we, Captain?" she murmured, letting the captain lead them out of the ship and into the night air.
She walked at a stately pace through the streets, a vision of grace with a gentleman at her side and another following close behind. She tried to ignore the seediness of the streets and thought back to the many glittering parties she'd attended in such finery, wondering again at the path her choices had brought her. If she felt any sadness, it didn't show on her schooled expression of polite interest.
Still, Dodger was a delight, and he greeted them with open arms. Wyatt and Dash were treated to vigorous hand shakes, before Willow took the big man's hands to lean in and brush both cheeks lightly with a kiss and a murmured "JA keep you, Dodger, dear." She breathed in his scent of coconut, rum, and spice warm with the underlying musk of male animal, and felt a flare of desire. As she let go of his hands and turned away, Dodger's left hand fell casually to brush her hip and buttock, a seeming accident. She walked over to his desk, following the others, but let her hips roll like the sea as she did so. A smoldering glance thrown over her shoulder confirmed that Dodger had noticed.
"You are an unfair man, mon," Dodger laughed at Sung, but his eyes were on Willow. "Bring a beautiful woman to my 'ome like dis, 'ow am I suppose to talk business wit' a clear 'ead?" He laughs again while strolling around his desk to sit down. "Can I offer you a drink? Smoke? Other pleasures?" He asks, the deep laugh making Willow's insides all shivery.
Willow smiles at the compliment, but shakes her head knowingly, setting herself on a corner of the desk instead of a chair. As was fitting, she let Sung and Dash accept whatever hospitality they chose, and took none for herself. When it was the right time, the Captain would turn over the discussion to her. This was a dance like no other, and Willow knew the steps.
(OOC: leaving room for Brom and Eol to add whatever convo they want to )
When Dodger leans in to examine the bolt, Willow is watching his body language, but is confident that a good deal can be made. The mark on the bolt changes all that, and Dodger is less friendly when he looks up. "Willow! You sly vixen. What you be tryin' to do to me 'ere?"
She was too good the let the shock show on her face, nor would she make the rookie mistake of looking to the Captain. Instead, she let her smile widen as she leaned forward and placed a pliant hand on Dodger's tense forearm. She moved slowly, so that her scent had a chance to reach him before she replied.
"Dodger, darlin', if I were attempting to "do" you, there'd be no mistaking it for anything else. I told the captain, if anyone could move marked goods and get close to market value, it's Dodger, and so here we are," Willow purred, stroking Dodger's arm lightly. "We hadn't gotten to talking about price yet, and we had no intention of hiding anything. With me, sweetness, what you see is what you get."
Willow widened her green gold eyes at Dodger, her meaning clear.
OOC: Will stop here for interjections and Dodger's response.
Posted on 2007-03-05 at 00:43:18.
Edited on 2007-03-05 at 00:54:41 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Small, dark place...feels like home
Maybe dank dark places weren’t everybody’s idea of traveling, but to Dapple, any passage that was hidden, secret and enclosed was near to perfect. Darkness was rarely a problem as nearly every place that was dank and dark had fungus that glowed ever so faintly to Dapple’s eyes, guiding her along. Even if that source of light failed, her hands, hearing and sense of smell would be enough. It was an almost cheerful thief that made her careful way down the passage, relishing the opportunity to try her hard won skills against any lock or trap in her way.
Oddly enough, the passage widened as they went along, and the anticipated latrine smell didn’t materialize. Dapple began to suspect this was never a sewer in the first place, but had no idea what else it would be for. Smuggling, perhaps? In the end, she came to the end of the passage without incident, and even the big fighters behind her could move comfortably.
Dapple looked up at the opening above them, a hand up to still the others while she considered. The noise of ripping a way clear would be too obvious, and if this passage was here a-purpose, another exit must exist. She takes a deep breath and the quality of the air tickles her nose. It’s fresher than it should be, down here, and she soon enough finds a false wall. The mortarless bricks are there for concealment, and are removed easily by the thief’s strong hands. Char moves up to help, and after checking for any tripwires (alarms, or traps, Dapple wants neither), Dapple gives way to let the ranger work alongside her.
It wasn’t so long ago that he was ready to kill you, little monster. Now you let him within weapon’s reach? I killed his lady love, Dapple “thought” back fiercely, I deserved to die for that. No one would have stayed his hand, least of all me.
Still, the thief moved with alacrity into the newly revealed room, the scent of pine cleaner harsh on her nose and tongue. A quick survey revealed all that Dapple needed to know about the room, and she was already moving towards the door as Char signaled to her to do so. A curt nod barely moved her hood as she pressed ear to wood, listening for what may lay beyond.
OOC: Based on what Dapple hears, she’ll check the door. She’ll note whether the lock mechanism is on this side of the door, or the other, and if nothing is heard on the other side, she’ll open it to take a look out in the hallway.
Posted on 2007-03-04 at 22:40:31.
Edited on 2007-03-05 at 00:12:01 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Posting resumes! Happy dances for all!
Tann: Don't change your name on my account...just don't blame me when I get it wrong....but we'll have some fun with "Maximus". With Dapple's short stature, her gladiator name would have been "Justaweebit-us"
Posted on 2007-03-04 at 20:59:24.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Shiny indeed!
Very cool, Brom, I am always in awe of your abilities!
Posted on 2007-03-04 at 20:48:11.
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Topic: Having the WORST day, in 3 sentences
Subject: this was my day yesterday
Arrive at the airport for a 2 hour flight in the morning, and find all flights are delayed because of weather. Spend 10 hours at said airport; first to see if flight will actually leave, then wait in a line with several hundred other people for a cab back into city. Since this was a cross border flight, I had to pass US immigration officers to check in, then Canadian customs to leave the airport, all without ever getting on a plane.
Bonus sentence: My nickname with all those people waiting for a cab? DELTA (didn't even leave the airport)
Posted on 2007-03-02 at 20:13:07.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Need a portable hole for my closet
Sorry, wrong gaming system and I couldn't convince the DM to let me have one anyway....so I took the double bunk
Willow has an unseemly amount of clothes!
Posted on 2007-03-01 at 01:08:07.
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