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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: hehe...
There goes my Captain again...winning hearts and making friends where-ever he goes~
Posted on 2014-12-15 at 11:28:12.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Last one aboard
Moving back onto Rocinante truly felt like going home, at least it did for Willow. She'd had rooms and servants as a child, and certainly her accommodations at the Companion Guild House had been comfortable (though not lavish, as befitted a noviate), Willow never felt so "at home" as she did on Rocinante. She carried her new belongings into her room, one hand trailing affectionately along the bulkhead as she did so, and even the disarray from the soldiers' search couldn't dismay her. She hummed happily as she set things to rights in first her room then in the dispensary, where the restocked supplies prompted a full out rendition of a popular Bollyvid song, dance number included.
Just as Sung let her know that Havelock's casket was awaiting them, Jade let her know she had a confidential wave coming in. Willow thanked the pilot and went to one of the shuttles for a little privacy, especially once she realized the wave was from "The" Companion Guild House in Lu'Weng.
She settled herself comfortably in the pilot's chair of the shuttle and opened the wave to be greeted by a handsome older man with craggy features and dark curly hair (picture Ian Mcshane). Although she only knew him by reputation, Willow immediately recognized him as Javelin, the head of the guild's unofficial security team.
They exchanged polite courtesies and engaged in small talk for a time. Willow was unsurprised that he was hard to read, but he seemed concerned about something and not sure of himself. Then he explained that he had heard through the channels that she was heading to Serenity valley and would like to ask a favour of her as a former companion.
Javelin went on to tell her that a companion, Jennifer Lim, had discovered that her older brother (Abraham) did not die in the battle of Serenity Valley as reported but was living in a slum of Serenity Views, apparently missed along with many men who were suffering from mental issues after the war. Jennifer had hired a Private Investigator who found her brother and then she went to get him so he could get the help he needed.
"Except," he continued in a gravelly voice that had broken many a novitiate's heart, "that was a month ago and she's not returned nor checked in. Now, she never said when she was coming back and she is not required to check in but I'm concerned,my instincts are that something's wrong. Would you be able to ask for her while there? I don't want any heroics and you aren't to put yourself in any danger, mind.
If you can't find her or she is in danger, you contact me and I'll get a team out. If you think the situation is putting you in danger and you need immediate help but don't want to alert anyone listening, just send me the phrase: "Everything is just peachy"
He explained that he considered sending his own investigator but he is stretched thin right now and couldn't justify a hunch to the guild.
"I'm willing to pay you for your time, or if you'd prefer to hold a favour from me one day, I'm willing to be of service. Think on it and let me know."
Willow was pleased to think she concealed her own surprise at the tale, and her delight at being owed a favour by someone with such connections, both open and covert. She bowed her head gracefully and responded that she'd have to speak with her captain, being discreet with details, of course, but she thought that it would be no problem to combine their trip with an unofficial request from the Guild. He smiled his appreciation of her understanding, and closed the wave with a bow.
At the Lu'Weng spaceport, Willow hung back and let the Captain deal with first Sanders and then young Lily. Sanders disquieted her and Willow had never met someone as self-possessed as Lily Havelock, and felt somewhat frivolous and silly in comparison. When the young woman stated flatly that the farmhands would walk all over her mother without Lily around, Willow was grateful for her fan to hide a smile.
As their visitors left and the crew made ready to leave, Willow pulled Wyatt aside and told him about the request to look up and find Jennifer Lim in Serenity Views. She trusted Wyatt's discretion utterly, so she left no details out (other than her small heart flutter when Javelin smiled at her).
Posted on 2014-12-08 at 12:11:51.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Thanks for speaking up Bromern
Willow is also willing to fund the upgrades out of her share, especially the infirmary and shower  Once she gets her frilly foo-foo shopping fix (which she did, in spades, at the hotel), she doesn't really care about hanging onto money.
Bad habit from always being taken care of by somebody, but useful for the ship
Posted on 2014-12-02 at 11:25:24.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Head off?
As head of security, wouldn't you at least stay long enough to ensure Angela doesn't rip Jon's head off (literally more than figuratively)? (not that I am planning any violence, per se)
And I goofed a bit in my post - I thought Jon had told JC to get Angela to her room, so wrote it as if only JC was holding her. Ody compensated well for my error (two person carry) so I'll leave it as is.
Posted on 2014-12-02 at 11:16:12.
Edited on 2014-12-02 at 11:18:42 by Vanadia
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Shuffling the deck....
Angela had tried to follow the discussion on the bridge, but there were too many "maybes" and "how abouts" and nothing concrete to hang onto. She'd start to nod at a suggestion, beginning to work out what she could do, but when someone suggested a different path, she'd start thinking about that option and then what she planned for the first option started getting mixed in with the second option and then somebody'd come up with another idea and Angela wanted to cover her ears.
"I'm just gonna wait ‘til someone tells me what to do," she muttered to herself and looked over at Tess. At least Tess arguing was still interesting to look at, what with all the feathers and charms and bits tied into her hair.
One blue-green feather in particular, tucked in behind Tess' left ear, would shimmer with iridescence as Tess nodded or shook her head, and Angela could not help but stare at that feather. First it was blue, then green and at times,was that a deep purple? Black, maybe? It really was a most marvelous feather and Angela know that having such a feather could not help but make her marvelous too.
The discordance of voices had faded to a dull roar as Angela took in the wonder of that feather, and it was with shock that Angela realized she'd moved up to within inches of Tess' back without realizing it. Tess seemed oblivious, too, so she must have been really quiet. She realized her hands were raised as if about to snatch the feather, so she hastily stuffed them deep into her pockets as she stepped back, looking down and scowling as if deep in thought.
The discussion appeared to have reached some consensus, as folks were leaving the bridge. Angela still hadn't been told to do anything, so she followed Grace to the workout room. Grace hopped onto the treadmill almost immediately, leaving Angela to pick up the skip rope and move to a spot clear of the foam flooring around the exercise equipment. There was a spot of burnished metal; clearly someone skipped rope here often to have worn away the non-skid texture.
There was a piece of paper taped to the wall facing the spot with the words "Angela's current record: 18,000 skips". Angela liked a challenge, so she smiled and undid her coverall to slip out of the top half, revealing a white tank t-shirt and well-muscled arms. She tied the coverall sleeves tightly around her waist and began to skip, counting under her breath.
At 7,597 skips, Catie came into the room and spoke to Grace, but Angela couldn't hear over the "whisk-thump" of the rope and the beating of her heart. The two women left, but Angela continued, a light sweat just beginning to make her face and neck glow.
At 19,898 skips, Angela was beginning to feel winded; breathing in through her nose and out her mouth wasn't giving her enough oxygen. She took one last inhale through her nose when it hit her: a mouthwatering scent that tickled her nose, made her tongue tingle and went straight to her stomach. Her stomach clenched with demand and she stumbled forward out of the skip rope's arc, not even noticing as it tangled her and nearly sending her flying.
"What is that smell?" she asked out loud and was embarrassed to realize her mouth was flooded with saliva. She swallowed hastily but her mouth filled nearly as fast as she could swallow. She half closed her eyes and followed her nose to the galley, where Catie, Grace and Liliana were puttering around a rack covered with sizzling, crisping,.things.
"What is that?" Angela asked,"Why do I want it so badly?" The ladies laughed at her, but Liliana kindly explained that they were beef steaks, and she'd have some as soon as she washed up for dinner. Angela beat a hasty retreat to clean herself for dinner, wondering if this was something she was always told to do and always forgot.
At dinner, Angela paid scarce attention to the conversation; all that mattered was that she could cut up pieces of steak and put them in her mouth. Chewing was delightful, the taste was amazing and her big slab of meat disappeared before most of the others were more than halfway through. She noticed Catie didn't seem to like it as much as Angela did: she'd pick up a piece or two at a time for her rice bowl, but chewed for a very long time before taking the next bite. Maybe she wouldn't mind if Angela took a few pieces,.it was a shame for this amazing source of yumminess to not be appreciated.
"Urp! Excuse me! Did anyone not want all of their,*yawn* steak? I'm still a *yawwwwwn* little hungry and ,."
Angela dropped her fork and knife, surprised she was still holding them. It didn't seem to be a good idea to sleep with them,funny, she never went into the box fully dressed and,.
The woman dove deep, strong arms and legs propelling her deeper into the blue waters off the coast. She wore little besides the net bag around her neck and the oyster knife clenched in her teeth. The tourists that swarmed the wharf looking to buy freshly harvested pearls sometimes wanted something more as a souvenir of their trip, and she'd been instructed to catch the eye of one tourist in particular. A skimpy bikini and wild island hair full of shells attracted many offers, but not the one she needed to be a good girl.
She reached the bench of pearl oysters and she worked quickly, using the knife to cut the oysters loose and put them in the bag. It was always a battle - the number of oysters versus the ache in her lungs. Her bag filled, she pushed off the bench to the surface. Maybe he'd be here today and he'd notice her. She broke the surface of the water and immediately began scanning the crowd applauding her ascent, drawing a deep breath,
,before dropping the small distance from helicopter cargo door to the ground. Ming settled the weight of her automatic rifle in her arms before nodding to the men around her. "Ok, let's go, people,this ain't a drill. We go in fast and we go in hot. Bosses want this area cleared and ‘dozed by the end of the week, so we're serving eviction notices."
The man fanned out and began to move forward, Ming taking lead as she always did. She had the reflexes and the eyes; enemy soldiers only had to move the least bit and she'd spot them. Spot them and clean them out. Clean,.
,the kitchen, too. My men left it a mess and I'll never hear the end of it from my wife," the small man in his quiet, sad voice, and she nodded. He was a nice boss, soft spoken, but she knew you didn't disappoint Adlai Niske. She'd only been there three weeks but the staff kept warning her to be careful and not see anything she shouldn't. She straightened her maid's apron and picked up the cleaning caddy filled with spray bottles and cleaning cloths, leaving the luxurious living room to enter the kitchen.
There was blood everywhere in the white tiled and stainless steel room. She stopped dead, eyes wide and took in the scene. There was the old fashioned butcher's block she'd just scrubbed and bleached not a day ago. It was so soaked with blood that it looked to be rosewood, not the golden pine it had been yesterday, and were those three fingers among the gore? She stuffed one hand into her mouth to stifle a scream ,
,and her face was pressed into the chest of the man carrying her. The arm around her legs was warm and supported her with a rough gentleness, but the arm around her back and shoulders was different. Cold, hard and unyielding, yet with the smallest vibration that was unrelated to the swaying of his rapid walking. She kept herself rigid, eyes closed, desperately trying to remember how she'd gotten here. And where the hell here was.
The arm beneath her jerked, then shuddered and she felt her upper half begin to fall as her legs were held even tighter. She arched her back to force herself downwards to the floor, hands planting solidly to allow her to pivot, jerking her legs free. From the backspring, she rose, backing warily until her back was to a wall, looking at the people around her.
"So many memories, " she rasped, voice hoarse as if she had indeed been screaming," They can't all be mine..what the hell's going on? Who the hell are you?"
Posted on 2014-11-28 at 15:20:10.
Edited on 2014-11-28 at 15:24:32 by Vanadia
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Topic: A Happy Thanksgiving to All
Subject: Age is a concept
Do you mean chronological age or emotional age? I know some coworkers who can still work up a better tantrum thand the two year old twins next door
Posted on 2014-11-28 at 13:54:53.
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Catie as cook and slumber party invitee
Catie had left the bridge still trying to consider all possible ways to resolve the situation for Liliana and the Winchester boys (and, of course, themselves), but there were just too many variables and too many unknowns. It was one thing to solve for "x" - here they had to solve for the entire alphabet ! Smiling a little at her clever analogy, Catie considered sharing it with the ship's engineer (she was far too clever, in Catie's estimation, to be called a mechanic) but hesitated. She still didn't have a full profile of the prickly redhead, and was pretty certain she was still under evaluation, too. Best keep on safe ground. Humour can go awry
In her mind's eye, she looked at her file folders of possible plans, and waved them away into the trash bin. The scientist in her may have preferred the precision of the lab, but she'd fled that life and had learned to live with uncertainty. Scientist, geneticist, government pawn, then waitress, short order cook and whatever else she'd need to be next to remain in hiding, it was about flexibility and thinking quickly. That would simply become their plan and watch for an opportunity to finesse. When science fails you, turn to art
Having put that matter to rest, Catie found herself in the galley. There was a meal to be prepared, and while she'd started doing this as way to make Liliana consider her as harmless as any servant from home, Catie had already decided to continue cooking for the crew and guests. Although she was ready to take up her other responsibilities of working with JC's prosthesis and the pure enigma that was Angela, it didn't make sense to begin either until she'd earned their trust a bit more, and without outsiders aboard.
She puttered through the cupboards and the cold storage, looking for ingredients to go with the lovely steaks Liliana had brought aboard. She assembled the rice and set the mushrooms in a bowl of water to re-hydrate while she considered the steaks and her options. The galley had a closed ring heat element for the large wok and similarly sealed flat top cooking surface, but these steaks really deserved grilling. After inspecting every inch of storage space in the galley, Catie admitted defeat and went in search of Grace.
OOC: Won't repeat the interaction with Grace - go find her post if you forgot )
Catie enjoyed working with Grace on devising a grill and coming up with the rest of the meal. She'd laughed at Grace's assertion about being able to burn water, but did so behind her hand to show she meant no offense. She was also careful to keep the conversation impersonal, letting Grace get more comfortable around her.
When the food was ready, she sliced her own portion of steak into bite sized pieces, suitable for eating with chopsticks and a rice bowl, but served the others as whole cuts of meat, and set down both chopsticks and forks and knives . The conversation at the table was light, and mostly centered around the food, and Catie amused herself by pretending to not notice Angela furtively taking pieces of steak from Catie's plate. Catie wasn't used to real meat, having grown up on fish and plant proteins, so she was more than happy to share her portion. She picked up a couple more morsels of steak to add to her bowl of rice and nudged the remaining pieces closer to Angela.
Her appetite and capacity is astonishing... metabolism must be in hyperdrive if she eats this volume all the time. I'm so full I can hardly stay awake... **slumps to the floor**
Some time later
Catie felt the press of the table against her face first; an uncomfortable pressure on one cheekbone and the side of her jaw. She straightened and frowned owlishly as she struggled to focus her eyes and clear her fogged brain. I've never dropped off to sleep like that before...drugs?
"Oh crap, Angela!" Catie heard Jon exclaim and she swiveled her head to look at him and just as quickly swiveled her head back again. Why is he naked? Am I naked ? A quick look down at herself reassured her that she, at least, was still clothed, so she scanned the rest of the room.
"JC, we need to get Angela to her room.. quick, " Jon ordered and Catie scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could, barely avoiding tripping over the Winchester boys.
"Mmmph...I mean, Captain. How can I help?"
Posted on 2014-11-17 at 20:34:38.
Edited on 2014-11-17 at 20:37:18 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Transitions
With Wolf freed and re-united with the crew, Willow began meeting with Wyatt to begin the unwelcome task of finding a new pilot. Remembering the ordeal of last time, Willow steeled her nerves as best she could and ordered black tea to chase away fatigue from the night's activities. (The invitations from the cruise ship's passengers had abated as they returned to their lives, but the hotel was full of lonely people. Willow's evenings and nights were rarely unoccupied)
Alas, the hotel's lush surroundings (and extensive security) served to discourage the more criminally minded or fringe candidates, but those that persisted to meet with Wyatt and Willow were still a sorry lot. They met more commercial pilots this time than they'd before, but if a pilot was willing to consider switching to a little Firefly class ship, there was often a less than appealing reason. Willow had just finished saying as much quietly to Wyatt when a young woman approached them with an energy that fairly crackled the air.
"Howdy! My name is Jade Storm, it's a pleasure to meet'cha," she said with a smile and offered her hand to shake. Wyatt did so, his expression neutral as always, so Willow smiled warmly enough for both of them as she shook hands with the young woman. Palm dry, skin neither too hot nor cold, no drug tremor and skin looks hydrated....a good start.
"I heard you were looking for a pilot so I was hoping to apply! I have my resume right here so you can see it," Jade continued, handing it to Wyatt.
Willow put a gentle hand on Wyatt's shoulder and leaned in close to read the document as he did, though she was pretty certain they each looked for different things. Wyatt finished reading more quickly and handed it to her to finish on her own. Jade waited politely, confidently, and when the eyes of Captain and doctor raised together to return to her, she whispers, "I also have something else for you, but you will want to read it somewhere private. Can we go somewhere else?"
Willow had noted a small alcove with a wave terminal and padded bench off to the side of the hotel lobby, and she led Wyatt and Jade there, seating herself on the bench and patting the spot beside her for someone to join her on the bench. Jade was focused on handing over another letter, and Willow let Wyatt read this one on his own.
It took a trained observer like Willow to notice the ripple of tension across his shoulders as he read the envelope, and even then, Willow may have missed it if she hadn't known her Captain so well. She fought the urge to rip the paper from his hands, and waited with all seeming patience as he took forever to open the envelope and read the letter within. Eyes hooded, Wyatt finished his perusal and handed the letter to Willow, who, to her credit, did not snatch it from him. She looked down at it almost fearfully and felt her heart slam painfully into her throat as she read the first words.
The hand not holding the letter rose to cover her mouth, slender fingers stilling the trembling of her lips. As she continued to read, the same hand returned to the letter to stroke it softly, as if she could touch Sam himself. She smiled a bit at the idea of Wyatt smacking her bottom for Sam, but soon enough, the letter was done and there was still no hint of whether Sam would ever come home. She blinked away tears as Wyatt took the letter from her and lit it with the lighter proffered by Jade.
"When can you be ready to fly?" Wyatt asked quietly, and Willow looked up at the hint of roughness in his voice. He hurts, too. Perhaps more than you do.
"Well, I guess that's settled, then," Willow smiled, standing up and opening her arms to invite Jade into a hug. "Welcome aboard, dear."
Posted on 2014-11-01 at 18:00:35.
Edited on 2014-11-28 at 13:47:15 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Hang on there
No need to apologize - I am the one holding things up. I've been sick for over a month with cold/bronchitis/laryngitis and work is...well, complicated.
I promise to get my ass in gear this weekend
Posted on 2014-10-31 at 13:31:54.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Wrapping up (and shopping)
Willow’s fatigue made it hard for her track much of what happened once Sanders told them they were free to go and Wyatt confirmed he’d see Wolf as soon as possible. She made sure the others were comfortably settled in their rooms at the Wu-Hyatt before allowing herself to be led to her room.
The sweet faced hostess opened the door to a set of rooms that could possibly have been bigger than the entire living quarters on Rocinante. The woman kept opening doors to rooms and closets and a bathroom that made Willow gasp in pleasure. The woman smiled and immediately handed Willow an enormous fluffy bathrobe.
“If Miss Willow would care to get out of those clothes, I will fill the tub with hot water and scented bath oil...evening primrose, or lavender…no, silly me. You would be jasmine and verbena. Let me get that started and then perhaps I can make you tea? Or something else? I am Blossom and will be your concierge for your stay. ”
Willow smiled and agreed that tea would be lovely. As the woman busied herself with preparing the bath, Willow quickly discarded her shabby clothes and decided a shower to get the worst of the dust off would make the bath even more pleasurable. The shower had more controls than Rocinante’s bridge, but soon Willow was tingling head to toe from the multiple showerheads and a luxuriously soapy loofah.
Blossom returned with a tiny porcelain teapot and a thimble sized cup, and helped Willow into the enormous circular tub before kneeling beside the tub to towel dry and brush out Willow’s hair as she soaked and sipped actual chrysanthemum tea.
“Grown in our own hothouse,” murmured Blossom as she brushed. “I ordered fruit and toast for your breakfast, but now, Miss Willow, I think you need your rest. You would fall asleep in that tub if I weren’t here to save you, “she giggled gently.
Blossom’s tender care was the balm Willow’s ragged nerves needed, and indeed, she could barely keep her eyes open as she was again helped from the tub and gently dried and dressed in a silken set of pyjamas. The bed was equally enormous, and as soon as Blossom left, Willow arranged all the pillows in a row down her left side so the bed didn’t feel so big and empty. At long last, she slept.
The next day, she felt more her usual self, nibbling on fruit and another cup of tea as Blossom brought in several set of clothes (all in Willow’s size) for Willow to try on (“compliments of the hotel, Miss Willow.”) Willow smiled to herself, thinking that the hotel was surprisingly good at profiling their guests! After selecting the white and gold dress that fit like a second skin and gold beaded sandals, Willow excused Blossom and sat down at the hotel’s wave console, entering a code she only used in emergencies.
“Miss Takahara! A pleasure,” the wizened features of her father’s accountant brightened as he realized who was calling,” Are you well? Do you need funds? Your father didn’t give me any instructions, but I could…”
“No, Willman, that’s not necessary. At least, not yet. Maybe later,” Willow responded quickly before the elderly man could continue.
“I need to contact a member of the Borgia-Chans…discreetly. I know Father has dealings with Pamela Borgia-Chan and her brothers. Can you arrange a call, household manager to manager?”
Willman blinked and scratched his head, disturbing the few wisps of hair left to him. After blinking in thought for a moment, he agreed that he’d probably be able to arrange something for later that day.
Willow thanked him by chatting for a few moments about inconsequential things, then busied herself with checking in on the others before hitting the hotel’s shops. She had an unlimited card and she could not resist the siren call of marble shop floors and shiny perfume counters forever.
Her decimation of the shops’ merchandise was periodically interrupted by hotel staff seeking her out to deliver invitations and notes from the former passengers of the cruise ship, and sending back gracious hand-written acceptance notes. “I am going to be busy for the next few days,” she murmured to Blossom, who agreed from behind the stack of shoeboxes and dressbags she was holding.
Back in the room, Willow sorted out her purchases and sent Blossom out to deliver the items she’d selected for Trish, knowing the woman wouldn’t feel comfortable roaming the shops. She checked the console and noted she had just enough time to prepare herself for the call arranged by Willman.
When Pamela Borgia-Chan’s carefully ageless face appeared on the console, Willow thanked her for her gracious gift of time. She introduced herself (putting subtle emphasis on her family name) and expressed her condolences and sadness at the deaths of Stanley and Harold. She shared that she had gotten to know them both and their bravery and kindness had meant a great deal to her.
Ms. Borgia-Chan’s icy stare softened a bit at that, and she nodded before accepting Willow’s condolences. “Your kindness is appreciated, Miss Takahara. My time is valuable; was there anything else?”
Willow took a deep breath before continuing, “The Alliance has arrested my friend, Fenris Appollo, and charged him with their murders. I wanted to assure you, most humbly, that this is a dreadful mistake. Harold and Stanley had been given permission by their employer to help us, and so they would have been fighting with him, not against him.
“A trial is necessary; that is understood. It is my sincere wish that the Borgia-Chans will allow justice to be done and let us clear Fenris’ name. To convict the wrong man would not honour Stanley and Harold’s memory.”
The face on the screen was still for so long that Willow began to think she’d been put on hold, but eventually Pamela Borgia-Chan nodded brusquely.
“The family is not interested in vendettas; only the truth. We will follow the trial with interest, and respect its verdict. Your friend has no need to fear us if he is innocent. Your concern for him is honourable and does your family credit. Good day, Miss Takahara.”
Willow blinked as the wave cut off immediately. She let out her breath and realized her hands were shaking. She’d done all she could for her dear Mr. Wolf, and hoped that it would be enough.
Posted on 2014-10-04 at 19:33:49.
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: a new beginning for Catie
Catie knew she could live too much within her head...lost in the pursuit of some intellectual puzzle, she could forget about others around her or the passage of time itself. This was not one of those times, but she let the others discuss options while she considered what she had learned. It was maddening to not have all the facts, like plotting a curve on insufficient data, but the real world was often in coflict with the purity of the lab. Standing quietly on the bridge, she fanned her fingers out as if they were playing cards on a table, and studied each one intently: a finger/dossier for the Baron, one for Steele, one for Assante, one for Lilliana, one for the Winchester boys (as they seemed inseperable), and one for each of the new crew she'd joined.
Distantly, she heard John instruct her to have Lilliana contact the ship and inform the Baron that she wanted John, Tess and herself added to the wedding's guest list. She frowned, still deep in thought, and was about to counter when Grace expressed the same thought she did.
“Counter-argument, if we need to run, we need Tess here, "Grace interjected. " Why not send Angela instead? That way if we need any muscle, Angela’s got our back."
"Indeed," Catie spoke up, almost surprised at the sound of her own voice," if we need to be prepared for all contingencies, we need to have a pilot on board. If you want the measure of the man, John, then yes, you and I should meet with the Baron, since we have to arrange for our payment, in any event. You and I should be safe enough - he needs us alive to leave the ship intact. Any danger to us will be once we are away. That's why we need Grace at her most devious to think of how she'd destroy this ship from a distance, and be ready to counter those methods.
"Assante and Angela go with Lilliana, meanwhile, and act as if they are getting her ready for the wedding. If there's a way to double her back onto the ship, they will need to find a good reason for Lilliana to be hidden away and unreachable for a while. Perhaps the usual hair and makeup preparation?
"Our escort was intended to dispose of Daniel, so they should be expected to meet Templeton on his yacht to accept and return to the ship a rather large "package", yes? It might be reasonable for JC to attend them, as a member of the crew, to ensure the package is properly secured for travel. JC and the boys can look for their opportunity to look for the father's gun. A man of JC's reputation may be intriguing to Steele, so we should use that to our advantage."
Catie stopped, surprised she'd spoken so much before she had a solid thesis, and tilted her head to consider another thought - this fiend of JC's. "I'm still not sure how we can bring this "Annie" into the mix," she confessed," but we have time to think on it. She can be our ace in the hole, should we need to gamble."
Posted on 2014-09-29 at 18:44:25.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: the other half
It seemed like forever after that point, but eventually Willow was taken to another part of the ship to be reunited with her beloved crew. She flew into Trish's arms first, then exclaimed over the bandages she could feel under the older woman's clothes. She threw her escort a withering look (as if their injuries were entirely HIS fault) then checked over everyone's injuries, tsk'ing over the wounds but having to admit that the care of them was decent enough. She felt the shard of ice in her heart begin to melt as she took in the sight, sound and smell of those she loved to her core.
"Y'all're a sight fer sore eyes," Sung says with steel in his voice but genuine feeling in his eyes. "Any sign of Wolf? No? Well, let's hope he figured some way t' hide from this fangzong fengkuang de jie an' he's concocting some way t' get Roc flyin' again."
"John didn't make it," he doesn't drop his gaze, but meets each of their gazes with a steady one of his own. "He sacrificed himself t' make sure the plan was done. Havelock was killed too. The old tank done fought right b'sides me 'til the end. Saved my life I'd wager."
The news of John's sacrifice caused Willow's eyes to well with tears, and she looked away a moment. She'd never managed to connect with the prickly man, so aloof in many ways, but such an act showed more devotion to the crew than he'd ever dared show them. Live each day as if it is your last...for someday it will be
Havelock's death was, in a way, less of a surprise - she'd seen death in his eyes and had known in her heart that her farewell to him was forever. She only hoped that he'd found what he sought.
At that point, two Alliance officers came into the room, one an albino from his colouring, but a rather hale and hearty specimen. Sung appeared to have met them both, so Willow let him do the talking and let herself be as inconspicuous as possible. It let her absorb the news about Wolf quietly while Asher expressed the outrage they were all feeling.
"Well, I don't know the Borgia-Chans none, but," Sung looks to Willow. "But I'm guessin' that the wave's already been sent concernin' the deaths o' their boys an' my experience with situations like tha' is it makes people mighty sore.
"Colonel," Sung runs a hand through his hair resigned to the necessity of what he's about to say. He knows the rest of his crew understands. "Take the reward money from the violin an' find Wolf the best advocate you can. I'll be mighty obliged t' have my mechanic back on board Roc when she's ready t' fly once more, an' none of this kindness was expected anyway."
Willow nodded at Sung, but kept her peace in front of the Colonel. She indeed knew the Borgia-Chans, both by reputation and a few members personally, and this would need delicacy. If the men she'd known as Hack and Slash were indeed Borgia-Chans, they were either distant relatives or black sheep to be working outside the family business, but that didn't matter when the family was attacked.
"Are we...free to go?" Willow asked," Not that I know where we will go...but are you satisfied with your inquiry, Colonel? We have matters to deal with, and it's been a very, very long number of days since any of us have slept."
Posted on 2014-09-13 at 21:55:27.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: A partial Post
When Hood slid to the ground and the Alliance blared their presence over every transmitting device possible, Willow felt both relief wash over her, but it was quickly replaced with concern. Who had survived, who had perished? Willow had lived a sheltered life on the manicured and scented side of Alliance law, but that didn't mean she was naive to their simplistic ways of resolving conflict: crush all resistance, apologize to the innocent (if powerful enough to be a bother) and move on.
So, when the Alliance demanded that the cave doors be opened, Willow signaled to the boys to do so, then bent over Lord Hood to check his vital signs. He was deeply unconscious, likely concussed, but Willow made sure his airway was clear and that his arms and legs were straightened out so that no further harm would befall him.
When the soldiers reached them, Willow informed them that the injured man was the one who'd caused the ship's destruction, and that he'd been in possession of a dangerous weapon.
"Those pieces of plastic and glass are all that is left of it, but you'll find his fingerprints all over it, " she stated simply, keeping her movements slow and her hands clearly visible," And I am a doctor, please let me help with the injured outside."
"No need for that, Miss," one of the soldiers stated with chilling politeness and Willow's heart broke: had no one survived?
She let herself be gathered up with the passengers, and seemingly, they assumed her to be one of them, especially after scanning her Identicard and seeing her family name. I don't get much from you, Father, but a name that commands respect is useful...
She'd still not seen any sight of the others, and her questions were rebuffed with official politeness and the carefully camouflaged scorn of the military for civilians. The room they put her in, alone, was barren but comfortable, but she was so worried about her friends, it could have been a jail cell and she would not have noticed. As she paced, she tidied her hair and clothing almost reflexively, coming across Matheson's PADD in the deep pocket of her now dusty and bedraggled lab coat.
She thumbed it to life, remembering that there had been two more files she'd not looked at. The first was a note by Matheson, stating that if the note was found, it was because he was likely dead. It went on to accuse Lord Hood as his likely killer, and the agent of the Star of Sihnon's destruction in order to steal the Stradivarius. He also condemned his own research into "wired entertainment" as a violation of free will and hoped that he could make amends to the person he'd wronged.
The second was a pending wave to a solicitor's office, with an embedded document. Inside the attachment was Matheson's will - amended yesterday to leave his wealth (Willow's eye's widened at the list of assets) in entirety to one person: Amber Amber Sunshine. Willow closed the document and set the message to send. A brief flicker let her know that as much as the Alliance was keeping things locked down, they were letting waves out onto the cortex. She thought she'd see what she could find out on the news feeds when they came for her.
Her interrogator was a low ranking official; polite enough but unwilling to tell her anything about Rocinante's crew. Instead, he asked her over and over again about what she had seen on the ship, what had the other passengers had been doing, had she any dealings with Lord Hood?
Willow fought back the only way she knew how: using her tact and charm, she deflected his questions with the vague answers of an idle, empty headed rich woman and worked in her own questions. She still wasn't able to learn anything useful, but did learn her interrogator was on his third tour of duty, wasn't sure he respected his commanding officer and loved his fiancé very much, despite his increasingly obvious reactions to Willow's subtle signals of physical interest.
It was all for nothing, though, he clearly knew nothing of the crew and it was almost a relief when another soldier entered, making the interrogator jump a little and blush, despite being across the table from Willow.
"You're not on the passenger manifest," the second officer stated, almost accusingly, and Willow shrugged. "I never said I was, did I? Now may I see my crew mates? We were the good guys in all this, if you must know."
Posted on 2014-09-13 at 18:40:59.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Indeed
It will be fun - it just gets crowded in my head sometimes to have more than one character in a game. Hope to get post snippets up - I think we'll be posting reactions to John's plan so it doesn't need to be long catch up posts.
Posted on 2014-09-05 at 12:33:41.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: epic post
And dark, yeah - very dark. I have a piece of a post in mind....question - would Willow have been interrogated after it was determined that she actually was, indeed, crew?
Posted on 2014-09-05 at 12:30:11.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Dance of the Doctor
As Willow typed her message into the PADD, she saw the flicker of fear in Lord Hood’s eyes. Fear that he had made a mistake.
Even prepared as she was, Hood moved too quickly for her, grabbing Jessie and producing a handgun that he held to the young lady's head. "That is enough Doctor." He said coldly, "This is a very powerful gun and I am sure you don't want to watch this girl die slowly as her inners dissolve. Time for games are over now. You will get me the violin now!"
There was a brief moment of tension, as Willow dared take a breath. Jessie looked more annoyed than pissed off. The boys took a step back, Sheldon fainted.
And then Atlas shrugged. Pebbles and rocks fell from the cave ceiling as everyone fought to keep their footing. Jessie took advantage of the shock and spun her small clutch bag around to clobber Lord Hood in the head with a solid whack. Blood poured from his forehead into his eyes and he could not see to aim. Jessie then kicked the gun out of his hand and rolled away to get some distance.
The Varon-T flew across the chamber and landed in the dirt by Willow's feet with a skittering clatter of plastic rather than the clang of metal. Perhaps in another time, another place, Willow might have wondered whether an artifact of Earth-that-was should endure solely because it was of historical significance, but not now. Without a moment’s hesitation, Willow’s delicately slippered foot (the beading somewhat worse for wear in the rocky cave) shot out from under her skirts to crush the Varon-T. Pushing her ki from her heart through the heel of her foot into the good earth, she trod upon the plastic housing, then ground her foot for good measure.
As she heard the satisfying crunch and grind of pulverizing plastic, she suddenly realized she was dismantling a powerful device without any safety protection whatsoever.
“Gossah!” She winced, “let this not be my last act!”
Posted on 2014-08-28 at 01:19:36.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Wolf
Isn't he a mechanic? I get confused as to why you keep trying to scavenge weapons and armour when you aren't Asher. Also, shouldn't you be thinking of your fellow crew members?
Posted on 2014-08-24 at 09:01:42.
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Topic: fire smoke
Subject: Save your strength
Having had pneumonia twice and bronchitis numerous times, I can appreciate the sheer lethargy and tiredness from insufficient oxygen - not so little to panic, but not enough to be able to exert your self.
Take care of yourself, m'dear!
Posted on 2014-08-19 at 12:15:27.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Dancing in a minefield
Willow entered the main cavern with Cameron close at her heels to find Sifu with Jessie, Lord Hood and the young men who’d been devastatingly helpful. Sifu quickly told her about the men outside, and the message they’d relayed.
Lord Hood was quick to dismiss the relevance of the mercs responding to a message no-one seemed to have sent, and volunteered to go out with the case. His manner was weary and defeated, but if Willow had had any lingering doubts about the mole, his willingness to go out with the case decided her.
“Oh no!” Willow shook her head emphatically, then softened her tone, working her voice and body language as deftly any musician would play their instrument.
“Lord Hood, you’ve…you’ve done too much already… I cannot ask this of you. The case is useless without the man who can open it, and even if your wealth and stature were enough to protect you, that poor violinist would be dead the moment the case was open.”
Willow stared off into space a moment as if considering, but her words were already prepared.
“In fact, I’m not sure your status would be enough protection, my Lord. These are, “mercs” I believe the term is, and all they care about is money. I’m sure whoever hired them made very sure to do so through many intermediaries, so as to not put himself into their hands. I’m afraid they would hold you long enough to make you transfer considerable wealth to them, and then you’d disappear.”
“No,” she shook her head as if only just deciding, and straightened her shoulders, “ no one is going out there. Help is on its way, with everyone’s personal beacons pinging the cortex, so we just have to wait them out. Let’s give them a reason to not knock our doors down, shall we?”
With that, she pulled out Matheson’s PADD (watching Hood out of the corner of her eyes for a reaction) and thumbed it to life. Setting the message to wide broadcast, she tapped while reading the words out loud,” The case has been placed behind the door, blast it open at your own risk.”
Posted on 2014-07-28 at 00:20:29.
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Read the namebadge...oh, wait
Gosh, but fighting seemed easier than the arguing that was going on now. It seemed that Angela wasn’t expected to know Daniel (despite the warning look Grace shot her), but she’d let the cat among the pigeons with her innocent question. Angela let the words wash over her, taking it in without really trying to follow it all, but as heated as the exchange got at times, she didn’t feel there was an immediate danger to the crew. She continued to hold her hair up off of her neck while fanning herself with the other, listening to her heartbeat slow.
“ … We’ll be lucky if they don’t let Miss Super Soldier there paralyze us and stuff our bodies out the airlock,” AJ said bitterly, and Angela looked around to see who he meant.
“Soldier? Me? Nuh-uh. I’m a payload specialist. PAY LOAD SPE-SHUH-LIST. Says so right here on my…” Angela looked down at a smooth area of her coveralls just above her right breast, the cloth slightly lighter in a rectangular shape where a badge had once been before it had been carefully picked off, “…Captain, can I get a name badge?”
Grace shook her head at Angela and made a dismissive gesture with her hand, so Angela subsided, looking a little hurt. How could she do her job if people didn’t know what that was? She kept quiet, letting Liliana, then the Simons (no, Winchesters!) tell their stories.
Jon and Catie has asked some questions (pretty good ones, in Angela’s mind), but Grace interrupted before anyone could answer.
“Yeah, here’s something. Why the gorram are we helping these people?
“I hate to play the mercenary here but we did not take this job out of the goodness of our hearts. We need the money to stay flying and, I care far more about keeping Destiny a float then getting Juliet here, back to Romeo. We do not get paid unless she gets to the wedding, and I highly doubt these brothers have enough on their credit roll to keep us going if we decided to help them with the gun, no offense boys,” “Not to mention that, if we do decided to help them we will have Badger, the richest man out there and, the second richest guy out there, who also happens to make guns, on our tail and demanding for our heads on a silver platter.”
“That doesn’t sound good,” agreed Angela, but quietly, so quietly that no one really noticed. That was ok, she’d apparently done enough.
Grace then went on to challenge Asante, and that’s when things got really heated. Angela watched closely, and she let her hands drop before shifting her weight subtly. She’d already disabled the one gun that she hadn’t managed to get locked up, but that didn’t mean things couldn’t get ugly fast. She watched body language closely, watching for that tensing of muscles that came before a strike.
“Angela..Grace.. I want that transmitter ….now! And if you can’t find it then you may ask Asente…any ..way ..you.. wish..to turn it over to you!”
Angela nearly jumped out of her skin; she was that intent on watching that she’d not been paying attention to the words being flung around. She exchanged a quick glance at Grace, tilting her head questioningly, and at Grace’s slight nod and whispered “Go ahead”, Angela piped up.
“On it, Captain…I know where it is, we just didn’t know what it was. I’ll be right back!”
Before anyone could speak, Angela scurried out of the room, relieved to be given something to do. She really liked to be useful.
Posted on 2014-07-07 at 00:39:11.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Working on a little post
Angela's not the long range planning type (hehe) but she'll react to some of what is said. I do have to ask, though...was Catie meant to ask the same questions twice? Or should we consider that you didn't really ask the Simon/Winchesters the first time because you didn't get an answer?
Posted on 2014-07-06 at 23:20:07.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Being folowed
Feel free to unleash - you are certainly entitled . Just remember, Assante and her crew didn't count on Destiny's speed, so while they may be following, there's no way they could have enacted their plan - we weren't going to slow until we got to the cruise ship
Posted on 2014-07-05 at 15:33:40.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: A momentary lull
As Willow turned the corner of the cave corridor to the conjugal rooms, she almost ran into Cameron.
“Willow!” Thank Buddha I found you.” He said, relief appearing beneath the mask of fear on his face. It was fear of dying in his eyes but Willow saw genuine concern for her there as well. “Sifu needs you. There are soldiers right outside the cave entrance! He thinks they are blasting their way in.”
Willow tried to ignore the dismay in her heart, but didn’t worry about it showing on her face; only a fool wouldn’t be dismayed at the prospect of soldiers at the door. Instead, she reminded herself that Cameron had known her as a flighty young innocent, but she’d learned a great deal about the world in the meantime. She gave a helpless little shake of the head before exclaiming, “ I got so turned around back here in the gloom of these caves! Did Matheson pass you? I’d asked him to find those clever youngsters to see if they could help me get a message out.”
(OOC: after discussion with DM for Cameron’s reaction…)
Cameron looked puzzled at the question, looking back the way he came before returning his gaze back to Willow’s. “No…no, I didn’t see him…that’s strange. I don’t know how he got passed me…but what do you need?”
Willow had been watching his expression covertly, but his puzzlement seemed genuine…he’d not been the one to confront and kill Matheson – she was almost certain. To be sure, she idly waved at the communication console and continued,” I wanted to see if we could get a message out. Maybe those boys could figure a way past the block.”
If Cameron had wanted to get at the violin, and know where it was, this would have been the opening he needed, but he barely glanced at the console.
“I don’t know that it matters, my dear,” He responded, trying to lead Willow back to the main area,” I think whatever was done to jam the cortex is gone – we heard everyone’s security tags go off as they were about to connect. If you wanted to call for help, dearie, it’s already on its way to every rich person’s distress signal. We just have to survive these soldiers. Can we please go, now?”
Willow let herself be led away, satisfied that Cameron seemed all that he appeared to be. As they headed back to the main cavern, Cameron leaned in confidentially to Willow.
“Listen, about earlier. I know I’ve already apologized and you said I didn’t have to, but, well, dammit, I’m embarrassed and worried. I’m trying to rebuild my life and reputation…I can’t have something like this get out and ruin me again.”
Despite her misgivings about seeing Cameron again, the worry in his voice touched her. She squeezed his arm reassuringly,” I have no reason to speak of it to anyone, and Amber’s eager to put the episode behind her, too. Maybe Portia Amber may want to make a fuss, but this can could reflect badly on her, too. I don’t think you have cause to worry…besides, we have to survive the soldiers, right?”
Willow quickened her pace so that now it was Cameron hurrying to keep up with her. She reached the main cavern and began looking for Sifu.
Posted on 2014-07-04 at 02:07:15.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: tee hee
Now you sound like Grace
Posted on 2014-07-04 at 00:53:34.
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Topic: Death of a Best Friend
Subject: My condolences, Tann
It's a hard thing we do, this growing up and growing older, and having to say goodbye to friends we made back when we were immortal. It was probably this time last year that I lost my first childhood friend to a heart attack...too soon and too young.
I know you are hurting, and I am sorry for that. I know your friend would not want you to be sad about how he died, rather you should be happy and proud about how he LIVED.
((hugs))
Posted on 2014-06-30 at 22:46:03.
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