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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: In that case...
...I'll go with my original thoughts and keep the rum.
Like i said, I did think about it good and hard before I did it (figuring that it would be in character for Dash considering his state of mind)... soooo, off to edit again. And, by the by, I did consider that "horking the rum" might just set someone off and, if somebody's gotta "rough Dash up" over it, I don't reckon he'd mind it bein' Willow, at all. 
Another smashing post, Lady Vanadia. 
Posted on 2007-03-23 at 14:58:30.
Edited on 2007-03-23 at 16:34:58 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Been ponderin' a might...
...an'if it's gonna cause a ruckus, I c'n ditch the rum from that last post...er say it were a cheap bottle o' rotgut as I picked up from the Idoru earlier inna day... Left that place with half a platinum still owed me anyhoo.
Seriously, though, Dash is a dillhole but I don't think he'd intentionally hack away at the profit margin... he LOVES you guys.
Posted on 2007-03-23 at 12:02:42.
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Topic: DND Trivia Game
Subject: That's the one!
The Isle of Dread it is... first AD&D mod I ever played. I thought that was gonna be an easy one. 
Posted on 2007-03-23 at 11:56:21.
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Topic: These are the Questions of our Lives.
Subject: The answer to most of those questions is yes
ok so the opposite of up is down ,but if you were in the center of the earth and ofcourse able to live that makes every direction up so where would down be? if the is a place where every direction is up is there a similar place where every direction is down?
Up, Down, Sideways, etc are not absolutes anywhere, and technically, do not exist at all. Direction as we know it is a purely conceptual construct that we have created to realte ourselves to our environment...So, to use your question as an example, if you were at the "center of the earth" every direction would technically be up, down, and sideways simultaneously. If you have one person standing at the North pole and another standing at the south pole, each one will have a opposite perceptions of what "up" and "down" really are.
do humans have a limit to their potential?
Probably not in the sense you mean... It's already been established that most humans use only 10% of their minds/brains... If we continue to evolve (assuming we don't destroy ourselves in the process) and eventually unlock the remaining 90% who knows what may come of that? Humans as a whole, i think, are as boundless in their potential as anything else... Individually (and probably due in large part to our relatively short life spans) there probably is a limit to what an individual may accomplish, but as a species, I highly doubt it.
do humans still have their insticts?
Absofrigginlutely! For example... if someone insults, offends, or otherwise "hurts" my family, my immediate instinct is to kill... Do I act on it, though? Probably not... "Okay, you called my wife a b--ch... I'd love to just pound your face until the meat falls off of it but I won't because that'd just make the situation worse for both of us, right?"
are some animals or even all of them able to think rationally?
At some level, all animals are capable of "rational thought." It may not be the same sort of "rational thought" that you and I are accustomed to, but there are definitely species other than us, pink, squishy, bipeds, that are capable of "learning", know what they can and can't do, etc...
Posted on 2007-03-22 at 21:17:48.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: becomes...
Law
~Someday I hope and pray that I will
But today I am still
just a bill~
Ahhh... I miss Schoolhouse Rock on Saturday mornings...
Posted on 2007-03-22 at 17:50:00.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: 0_0
waffle shaped head.
Posted on 2007-03-22 at 17:46:22.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Eeek!
I shudder to think... 
*looks pleadingly through the small window at Wyatt as the cap's hand hovers above the button that'll open the airlock the rest of the way and suck Sam out into Beaumonde's atmo* Just...just don't tell 'em I whizzed in the other bottles, Wyatt! Okay?
Posted on 2007-03-22 at 17:07:33.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Meh... dock my pay...
Ever'body else is gettin' their knobs polished... Miss Wil ain't aboard ta dose me with no nighty-night-no-twitchy drops... Kora ain't likely ta join me in my bunk and Ma's probably still scribblin' curses on her notepad at me fer "leavin' a half a jar of pro-paste" in the cabinet (what i ain't never et, mind ya)... Best i c'n hope fer now is someone slappin' my head an' sayin'; "Dash, you knob, we coulda sold that!!!"... I got's issues, puhn yoh. 
Posted on 2007-03-22 at 16:55:04.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sheh sheh
Yeah... just a nip or three. I did think long and hard about it, to be honest, especially once I figured out how much it was per bottle, and nearly decided against it but then I figured; "That wouldn't be very Dash-like... y'know the Joo Bah Jeh's not gonna let the "good hooch" go unsampled... specially if it's just sitting there with nothin' better to do."
*gots a li'l Captain in 'im*
Posted on 2007-03-22 at 16:46:04.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Runnin off at the mouth
Hagglin’
“Finished?”
Dash, still half grumbling curses under his breath, recognized the tone in his friend’s voice. Don’t go gettin’ all prickly-britches, it said, I’ve got this’n. Just to make sure, though, Sam glanced in Wyatt’s direction to make sure that that eyebrow was raised and that the Cap looked all stone-faced and serious like.
“Yeah,” he chuffed after a moment, his lips tightening a bit as he nodded at Wyatt, “I’m good. Go ‘head…” Sam did his best to keep his tongue in check after that. He didn’t like what Dodger was alluding to where this deal was concerned – sure, the Rastafarian would likely take the bolts off their hands and the cargo would be out of Roc’s bay, but that didn’t really matter, now, did it? No, there was already some ruttin’ feh feh pi goh out there huntin’ the crap down with guns blazin’ an’ lookin’ to corpsify any as might’ve seen, smelt, or so much as heard of it – but at least there was still a deal to be done. So, seeing as how the details of the whole thing had pushed his anxious button, Dash kept his comments to himself and let cooler heads handle the talking… He only offered up a “Ruttin’-A, right” when Wyatt made the comment about someone having fitted themselves for a pine-box.
As Wyatt and Willow commenced to haggling with Dodger over the deal, Sam sprawled (if one could call it sprawling what with all the tension in his shoulders) in his chair, chewed on his lip, and, on occasion grumbled, some about how this whole shipment of gorram sten-bolts suddenly stunk more than three herds of cattle with gas bunched up in the hold for two weeks. It sure didn’t help none that Dodger started with a seriously low-ball offer, either.
“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! Never mind coverin’ the gorram bafflin’ of the brainpan as findin’ out we’re humped’s done…”
That comment earned him a “shut up, Dash” glance from both Willow and Wyatt. In reply, Dash tossed both hands in the air, exasperated, and hauled himself out of the seat. “A’right! A’right,” he huffed, clipping away from the desk, “I’ll jus’ go over here an’ play footsy wit’ Frick an’ Frack…” He hadn’t really intended to be a distraction, of course, and, by excusing himself from the direct dealing, Sam had hoped that he would’ve managed to keep from stepping all over the negotiations. Unfortunately, getting out of the chair had only led to the scruffy pilot agitatedly pacing the floor, still unable to keep himself from interjecting at what turned out to be inopportune times.
By the time all was said and done, Sam figured he was probably lucky that Hack and Slash hadn’t bent him over and stuffed him up his own butt while Wyatt offered to help, and Sam felt plumb awful about not being more accommodating where the haggling was concerned… Regardless of the random, profanity laced comments and the incessant pacing, though (and with a lot of help from Miss Wil’s womanly wiles), they had ended up coming to a right respectable set of terms. Probably better’n what we shoulda got, he mused, watching the Cap and Dodger shake on the deal from across the room. Everwhat! Let’s jus’ shin the hell outta here! He was more than ready to strap his iron back on and get back to the ship and, when Frick and Frack opened the door to Dodger’s office, Sam didn’t waste any time getting through it.
“…no need to wait up,” he heard Willow coo as he strapped on his gunbelt and commenced to secreting away the rest of his arsenal.
An’ that’s where we made our money, he smirked, stuffing a derringer into his boot as he shot a glance back through the doorway, is ever’body but me gettin’ some tonight er what?! Need ta find us a female fence wit’ low standards, I reckon…
Done deal…
“Sorry about all that, Cap,” Dash said, falling into step beside Wyatt as the moseyed back towards the docks, “I din’t mean ta toss a monkey inna wrench in there… but, gorram it, who inna hump goes ‘round fraggin’ folk fer a shipment o’ ruttin’ bolts?! I don’ ruttin’ like it, not one little ruttin’ bit, puhn yoh. Makes me think there’s somethin’ real damn off about ever’thin’ we’ve been into lately… people watchin’ as shouldn’t even know where we’re at, get me?”
((Any reply… will backpost conversation if needed…))
After a bit of chatter on the subject – which didn’t last long, as neither Sam nor Wyatt was too keen on saying much out in the open – Sam tried to keep his mind occupied on matters other than those that had pushed his twitchy button and, for a good remainder of the walk back to Rocinante, he grumbled and griped about how, given Asher and Willow’s “extra-vehicular activities”, he was the only one “not gettin’ nothin’ polished but my damn nerves.” It wasn’t really anything that bothered him, though – after all, Wyatt had offered to let him go off and “sample the local fare” earlier in the day – but crabbing about it did wonders where keeping some of his more paranoid thoughts from spilling out or overrunning his thoughts. So, he huffed and puffed, rather graphically, aloud about his shipmates’ shore leave and whatever anxious thoughts weren’t quashed by his ranting were subdued by an unspoken promise to himself to drop a wave out on the cortex for Tink when he got a free minute. If anyone c’n get me some good dirt on this f’n zse (deep crap) situation, it’ll be that li’l lady…
Sweet home Rocinante
Sam’s mind had settled a little by the time Roc’s silhouette filled his vision and he relaxed even more once he and Wyatt were safely up the gangplank and in the cargo bay. He still wasn’t feeling any more at ease about this whole series of events but something about being safe and sound inside the non-descript transport enabled him to mull over his paranoia and think about things with just a bit more clarity. Other than the cargo and provision transfer they had scheduled with Dodger’s folk a little later, Sam figured that there was little else that really needed to be done unless Kora needed some help loading the fuels cells and securing the ICE boxes that Griffith had promised to transfer, so, he was almost looking forward to squirreling away in his bunk, tossing a nudge on the Cortex for Tink, and then catching a little shut-eye before having to saddle up and break atmo…
“Wyatt! Sam!”
Grif’s voice had kickstarted Dash’s nerves again. He’d figured that Royale’s skipper would have made the transfer of the gear while they’d been at their meet, but he sure wasn’t expecting the man to be waiting for them in the cargo bay when they returned and he damn near slapped leather in surprise… before he realized that the voice was Grif’s.
“Gorramit, Griffith,” he growled, forcing his hand to fall away from the butt of his pistol, “Don’ do that! Yer like ta get yerself kilt…”
((OOC: Assuming a bit of chit-chat between Wyatt and Grif, here, re: fuel cells, etc…))
“…like I told, Kora,” Griff said nodding in the mechanic’s direction as she hauled the cart full of fuel cells towards the engine room, “the gorram Feds was climbin’ all over Royale. Liftin’ things up, openin’ anythin’ as could be opened. At first I thought they were looking for contraband or an escapee, but they were looking in all them small spots and on the ground. Wouldn’t tell me what they were looking for but I could tell they were sick and tired of searching.”
“Prob’ly lookin’ fer some member o’ Parliament’s pet gerbil er somethin’,” Sam smirked, “Fuzzy li’l bastard like got plumb tired o’ bein’ run up ‘is giggy an’ made a break for it.” He recalled the purple-bellies crawling all over the docks earlier in the day and remembered that they seemed to be looking for something of a smallish nature then, too. The quip about the Parliament gerbil had been a crude joke, of course, but, knowing now that the Feds were right hot to find whatever this small thing was (and thanks, once again, to Wyatt’s superstitions reeling him in) Dash was taking the situation more seriously than he let on and decided that, when he got in touch with Tink, he’d see if she could dig something up on this matter, as well… If that ruttin’ luck o’ three goes gettin’ all multiplied, I’m gonna jus’ crap all over myself. It was then that Roc’s pilot decided that he’d let the captains finish their jawing by their lonesome.
“I’m gonna go see if Mei mei needs any help wit’ them cells, Cap,” he said, clapping Wyatt on the shoulder before stalking off in search of Kora, “Grif. I’ll catch ya later.”
((OOC: Assuming that nothing major happens, Sam will be doing what he can to help get those cells loaded, will be in attendance when Dodger’s guys show up, etc… anything in between that needs response from Sam can be backposted… ))
40 Winks (cuz I’m sleepin’ with one eye open)
Later in the evening, his belly full and one of the bottles of rum tucked under his arm, Dash made his way along the foredeck and shoved through the door to his cabin. “Wong ba duhn,” he grumbled as the door shut behind him and he flopped down on the bunk, “what a ruttin’ day!”
After screwing the cap off of the flask and indulging in a long, nerve-stilling pull of the rum, Dash kicked off his boots and set about stripping off the majority of his weaponry. The derringers were returned to their box and his blade and gunbelt were hung carefully alongside the shotgun on one, short bulkhead of the cabin – but the Avenger itself, found its place under the thin pillow that topped the pilot’s bunk. Satisfied that he’d done everything he needed to do until morning and following another appreciative slug of the rum, Dash reached out, powered up the viewer mounted on the wall across the room, and, once it was active, keyed in a contact link he had been given several years ago.
A long moment passed as the signal spun out into the ‘Verse. The screen never did light up to display an image when the wave finally connected but a vaguely familiar voice issued from the speaker. “If you believe in faeries,” it said in a blunt monotone.
Sam clapped his hands twice.
“Yo hua kwai suo (Speak now and quickly),” the voice said, acknowledging that Dash had responded properly to the challenge phrase.
“Strange things are afoot in Neverland,” Dash said, “I need some pixie dust.”
“Duhn ruhn, what’s the scan?”
“Need a datadump on a coupla things, puhn yoh,” the pilot answered, “See what our faerie can come up with on a cargo as was bein’ hauled by the Nina Hartley just ‘fore she was set t’drift… shoulda been a load o’ industrials… need ta know who th’ client was an’ whatever fairytales might go along. Oh… an’ see what can be shook loose ‘bout what the Feds’re lookin’ fer on Beaumonde.”
“That it?”
“Fer now. Yup.”
“Ku. I’ll place the ad.”
“Sheh sheh.”
((And that’s all I’ve got for now… …anything I missed or might need to be addressed prior to breaking atmo can be handled backwards-like… Sam's probably gonna drink himself to sleep (so's he can sleep) but not so much sauce as he won't be able to fly tomorrow...))
Posted on 2007-03-22 at 15:29:02.
Edited on 2007-03-23 at 15:03:54 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: These are the Questions of our Lives.
Subject: O....M....G!!!!
Wow! I highly recommend trying Fan's chili recipe, folks (if you even like chili, of course). Made a small pot of it last night...It's absolutely yummilicious! Mmmmm-mmm-mmmm!
Posted on 2007-03-22 at 13:25:05.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: *nod-nod*
Yes, please! 
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Heffalumps or woozles?
Posted on 2007-03-21 at 17:45:47.
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Topic: It drives me crazy !!
Subject: Oh... those crazy people!
Yeah... well, okay, come on back, then. I've got ya covered where the bosses and co-workers go... fight fire with fire, I say (or, fight crazy with crazy, I suppose is more appropriate).
Posted on 2007-03-21 at 16:09:06.
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Topic: It drives me crazy !!
Subject: Now there's an oxymoron of sorts...
ATOMS is a vast refuge for crazy people, remember? I couldn't really protect you from them but I could teach ya how to have fun with answering their questions...
ATOMS User: "I'm having problems with my ATOMS"
HD Tech: "Have you tried a new conditioner... i hear that keeps ATOMS from splitting..."
ATOMS User: "What? I mean my ATOMS Program, not ATOMS ATOMS..."
HD Tech: "Your ATOMS program? That's great! How'd you teach them to do that? You should go on Ripley's"
ATOMS User: "Is this the ATOMS Help Desk?"
HD Tech: "No, this is the ATOMS Help Desk. I'm not sure who you are..."
Posted on 2007-03-21 at 15:30:18.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: wha-huh?
Inconsistantly Inconsistant... maybe... I dunno... I haven't really decided...or have I?
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Original Recipe or Extra Crispy?
Posted on 2007-03-21 at 15:24:20.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Sail-rabbit
kill
Posted on 2007-03-21 at 15:21:28.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Whoa!
Nice post wrapping up Asher and Beth's date, Van! Bravo!
Soooo much to work with in those two latest posts... *anxiously rubs hands together*...
Posted on 2007-03-21 at 15:18:05.
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Topic: These are the Questions of our Lives.
Subject: Not all of us...
I like hot but sweet I can live without.
Thanks for explaining that, though... I always wondered.
Posted on 2007-03-20 at 19:40:48.
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Topic: These are the Questions of our Lives.
Subject: I make chili...
...that's brought many a Texan to tears.
Of course, my recipe does call for mustard...hmmmmm.
Y'know what I never understood? Them folks that put grape jelly in their chili! What the heck is that all about?
((P.S. Technically, I'm not a "Yank" either... sure, I live in Ohio (but I was tricked into it), and my family's from upstate NY, but I was born in South Dakota, and got most of my raising overseas and in the southwest and south... I'm whatcha might call a roverwanderernomadvagabond. ))
Posted on 2007-03-20 at 19:19:39.
Edited on 2007-03-20 at 19:31:09 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Ryst doesn't purr...
...he just idles rather loudly.
Posted on 2007-03-20 at 18:42:07.
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Topic: DND Trivia Game
Subject: Gnarly...
Okay, then, next question... (should be fairly easy)
Creature Question: In which D&D module were phanatons introduced?
Posted on 2007-03-20 at 14:18:22.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: I loves everybody... an' yer NEXT!!!
^ Snuggle Bunny
< Dust Bunny
V Easter Bunny (bock, bock!)
Posted on 2007-03-20 at 14:14:50.
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Topic: These are the Questions of our Lives.
Subject: Mustard and fingers?
Hmmmm... I dunno... fingers go better with cool whip, or chocolate, or strawberry sauce, perhaps... not mustard.
Posted on 2007-03-20 at 14:10:19.
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Topic: These are the Questions of our Lives.
Subject: Also really good...
...on pretzels. Mmmmmmm-mmmmmm-yummy!
Posted on 2007-03-20 at 13:13:13.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: IC to me...
...I figured it was an IC thing. Max is kinda twitchy where the Reds are concerned.
Posted on 2007-03-19 at 20:46:30.
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