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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I had hoped not


It pains me to say this but I think I will have to put Rocinante on haitus. Bromern, Eol and Blamm all have personal issues they are dealing with that are quite serious. I am still without a job officially (waiting for an offer though). Cathy is very busy with work.

So this leaves Tann and YeOlde doing all the posting. I love this game and the writing has been so good. I truly hope this will not be the end and we can start again in a month or two, but right now, I can't see us going on liek this.

Shame of it is, I just bought Sixguns and Spaceships, as well as Serenity Adventures. Who knows though - maybe I will start another Serenity game once I am employed and stable again. There is this Arrowhead courier ship that has sparked my imagination....


Posted on 2009-06-12 at 13:35:38.

Topic: Bloop! End pointless PM.
Subject: Boom Boom Pow


Good to hear things are coming back around. Now Post to Rocinante and I will give you a hug.

Posted on 2009-06-07 at 20:39:20.

Topic: Twilight- Any Fans?
Subject: for the fans


The new trailer is up.

New Moon

Posted on 2009-06-05 at 17:31:17.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Coming in


You can assume Wyatt will come in. What I'm not sure of is whether Sam and/or Wolf will join him.

Posted on 2009-06-04 at 13:37:46.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Moving again


Jail, Beylix, Newhouse

Three days can seem like an eternity to a man with nothing to do but wait. Andrew Bowman, The Professor as some have called him, could do nothing else. Wait for the Government, wait for a judge, wait for a trial date and wait for someone to get him off this rock.

Deputy Weaver was a good man. He had a kind heart and treated everyone with respect and decency. He got Andrew and the other prisoner coffee, even managed to slip them some whiskey every once and awhile – to make the time pass easier. Had trouble with the paperwork, probably never really taught to read or write much.

The Sheriff was a different sort. He was a man who felt self-important and was quick to spread that importance around. He spent little time during the day at the jail, but when he returned he often would sit at his desk and count money from various packets. He had a protection scam going, Andrew was sure of it, and Ken wasn’t cut in on the deal.

There was another deputy that came around some – Deputy Luke Pearson. The only interaction Andrew has with him was the first time he came in. At first glance he seemed like a fine upstanding citizen, every ounce of him like a sheriff. Very tall, with steel gray hair and distinctive hawk like nose; his badge was polished up bright and he carried old style Colt at his hip, and a M40A3 that he slung across his shoulder.

He looked at Andrew though like he was an insect. “What’s he’s in for?” He asked Ken.

“He killed some guy at Emmet’s, self –defence. He’s just waiting for..”

“It’s always self defence, ain’t it? Should have taken him down Weaver. You’re too soft.”

“Gorram it, Luke! Lay off it.”

“Whatever. He’s your problem.” With that he left.

If there was a bright spot to your days, it was meal type when a local woman named Miss Ellie would come in with food for you and the other gentleman. She was a brown haired beauty with an easy smile and a sparkle in her eyes that lit up her face. She was a sight of sore eyes, which was a good thing because her cooking was as ugly as sin. Her corn meal biscuits could make hard tack seem soft. Her stews were watery and mostly root vegetables cooked so long they were mush. Ken has a sweet spot for her because he eats all her cooking gladly; complimenting her like she was a chef out of Ariel.

The sheriff didn’t eat her cooking but looked at her like she was on the menu. He had something on her too because he always made sure she knew that she owed him “interest”. The mere mention of it took the smile off her face for awhile, replacing it with fear and loathing.

Three days…an eternity and getting thinner.


Day Three, Newhouse, Beylix, 10:30 am

“Wolf! That mule ready to go? Fire ‘er up!”

“Yes sir Cap’n on the way”

The Captain, Sam and the three business men pile into the mule. Wolf drops down the two rear seats into benches so that the men can at least sit and he doesn’t have to worry about them flying off.

“You did fix the brakes Mr Wolf?” John Blake asks nervously as he gets into the vehicle.

The roads of Newhouse all lead to a central area called The Green, a pretty park in the centre of town that is well cared for considering it is the middle of a smelting operation. The town is more industrial than Frisco, but it is a central trading area, hence the large port authority. You pass many a people as you drive by, many of them workers from the Smelters but others would live in town as well.

The Sheriff’s office and jail is very easy to fine. Wolf pulls up across the street, parking beside the edge of the Green – close enough to get to easily by far enough not to be picked off. The three business men climb eagerly out of the Mule, barely waiting for Wyatt and Sam before cross the road to get themselves a sheriff.


Day Three, Newhouse Jail, Beylix, 10:45 am

Andrew tried to stir the oatmeal that Miss Ellie had made for him today. “I found some real blueberry synth to add in them Mr Bowman.” She had said happily and she gave him the bowl. Ken took his and was eating happily as she left. He was no gourmet, but he was sure that oatmeal was suppose to be boiled – or at least introduced to water before you mixed blueberry synth to it.

The door opened up and a group of men walked into the jailhouse. Three business men dressed up in their Sunday best with the shortest and fattest of the three asking where they might find the sheriff. Behind them, the door open again and in walked …

OOC: Stopping at this point because I need to know who is going in with them. All of you? Wyatt? Sam and Wyatt?

Posted on 2009-06-02 at 01:28:20.
Edited on 2009-06-02 at 01:28:44 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: sorry


I was laid off from my employment a few weeks ago. i have been busy working on resume and job searching. I hope to post today or possibly tomorrow.

Posted on 2009-06-01 at 13:41:52.

Topic: the new Star Trek movie
Subject: Awesome to the power of ten


I saw Star Trek on the weekend as well. Awesome movie. The storyline is good, the action is great and the comedy is well timed. It was like putting on an old boot or glove, characters were comfortable and felt good to see again.

I felt that the movie did a good job of fleshing out the ensemble cast. That being said, Scotty and McCoy stole most of the scenes they were in. Chekov I felt they gave more of a role to this time. Never sure what was his purpose orginally other than to talk funny and look like Davy Jones. In this he has a distinct role but they did keep aspects of him for the comedy. Uhura was much better defined in this film.

Go see it - you will love it.

Posted on 2009-05-11 at 19:25:39.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: This beat goes on and on.


Andrew turned his eyes to gaze at the other prisoner who asked; he took a long pause before answering the man. “Murder!” he spoke.

“The other man gives a short laugh and rolls over his back, “Sheriff must have got ya then. If it was Pearson, you’d be dead.”

Weaver spoke up, “Don’t be putting yourself into a noose yet, Mr. Bowman. Sheriff will get to the bottom of this. You’ll see.”

The big man snorted again but didn’t speak.

The day passes uneventfully with the deputy writing out his report for hours and the other man seeming to decide to sleep some more. It is late in the afternoon when the sheriff comes in. He looks over Weaver’s shoulder and shakes his head, “Has Luke been in?”

“Nope.” The deputy answers. “And I haven’t heard a gun shot for awhile either.”

“Hmph. Running out of people I suppose.” The sheriff looks over at Andrew in the cell. “I will have you know, “He says loudly, “that I spoke with your witnesses and they seem to collaborate your story. Well, most of them do. The fact remains that the man did indeed have a gun and if you hadn’t shot him, he’d most likely be alive and with a sore foot.”

(assuming some response and a what about me? Can I go or similar)

“Now we have to wait for the Governing council to open up so that we can have a judge assigned to your case. Then you may have your trial and evidence will be presented.”

(assuming a “when will that be?”)

“Well now, there is the difficulty. The council is…on vacation.”

(assuming “for how long”)

“Ah. Well. There you have hit the hammer on the nail. You see … We don’t know. The council didn’t rightly tell anyone how long they’d be.”

“Or where they went off to either.” Deputy adds while rubbing his report with a oversize eraser. He blows all the rubber bit off the page, “Been away almost a month now haven’t they Sheriff?”

“No. More like three weeks. But they will be back soon. Then we’ll get you that trial and hopefully your witnesses will still be around to speak on your behalf.” the sheriff says with the conviction of a man making the best of a bad situation. "Tea? coffee?"


Posted on 2009-05-11 at 19:19:00.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: three days


Let me clarify ...

Rocinante will arrive/has arrived after you have been in jail for 3 days. You storyline is behind the crew so we need to catch you up. Now since you post often, I've been playing out the story (other dude, the sheriff, your situation, Miss Ellie, etc etc) However, once I move the main story again I will have to "woof" you forward. If i can give my wife some time to post this weekend, it should be soon.

Understand?

Posted on 2009-05-08 at 18:50:03.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: More jail time


Deputy Weaver watched carefully as Andrew grabbed his stuff. He then moved in to take all of Bowman’s guns and look through his bag to make sure there weren’t any other surprises “Okay Mr. Bowman. I hear you was here looking for work? So I tell you what I’ll do. You take your bag there and carry it in a fashion where I can see you hands, then we stroll over to the station like we were all acquainted. If I cuff you and make you walk through town all bound up and the like, even if you are declared innocent, no one gonna remember anything but the cuffs.”

(assuming you don’t object, or try to run.)

The Deputy takes you out the back way, carrying his shotgun casually over his shoulder but in hand in case you decide to misbehave. Just as you are leaving you can here the bar maid giving a colourful and highly inaccurate account of what happened.

“Just blasted the poor man down! Didn’t hear not hammer, them thar floorboards are so old and rickety that my Aunt Martha’s knees are quieter.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Just stick to the facts my dear, I don’t give a rat’s arse about your family and their assorted ailments.”

The deputy escorts you through town and true to his word; he makes it look like you two were just old friends taking a walk across the Green. The sheriff’s station and jail are in one building, a two-floor establishment with a resident on the top, most likely the sheriff’s place. The interior is very neat and tidy. There are three desks with chairs and a long couch across the wall near the entrance. A gun rack hangs on the wall behind the biggest desk. There are four jail cells across the farther wall (one is occupied). On the other side of the room is a small wood stove with a coffee pot on it, and a table set up with utensils and the like for eating.

The deputy takes you to a desk and puts all of Andrew’s belongings into a closet that he locks up. He gives you a form to sign acknowledging that your possessions are in their keeping until such time that they decide to give them back or sell them for your trial fees or your burial service. Under the itemized list area of the form, Ken wore “Mr. Bowmen’s Stuff” in almost undecipherable penmanship.

Weaver puts you in the cell farthest from the door. Usual accommodations in a jail – an old spring mattress on a cot frame bolted to the wall. Once there you can see that the cell on the opposite side of the room has an occupant as well. The man is huge, almost gigantic. He is stretched across the bed and his legs dangle far off the edge – you’d guess he must be at least seven feet tall. He is very muscular and broad shouldered, with a face that looks like it has been in far too many fights (Ron Perlman). The man is wounded, you can see that his shoulder is bandaged and his left arm is in a sling.

Weaver asks you if you’d like a coffee (Answer?) and does the same to the other man who just shakes his head. He then asks the other man how his shoulder is and whether he needs the Doc to look at it again and the man shakes his head to both questions. The deputy tells you that Miss Ellie will be in around 5 to give you dinner. He then leaves you alone while he slowly (almost painfully) fills out paperwork.

“So.” The prisoner in the other cell speaks without getting up. His voice is gravelly, like dry leaves crumbled between your fingers. “What you in for?”


Posted on 2009-05-07 at 20:00:48.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Better than hanging


And there ain't no woman to blame this time!

I am waiting on Cathy to post as her mission is a major part of this place. If I can wrangle some time today I will move Andrew forward just for you YeOlde.

Posted on 2009-05-06 at 12:14:39.

Topic: It's coming!
Subject: no


No Sneak peeks for you!

Posted on 2009-04-29 at 15:10:19.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: They keep coming


Good post Tann.

Since you are not doing the service of ship and just a fill-up, PA will take care of that while you are away (Part of your docking fees).

Dollhouse is Whedon's latest series. I'm not getting into it myself but Cathy likes it. I still dream he will redo firefly with a different ship and crew (Rocinante for instance?).

Posted on 2009-04-29 at 12:24:16.
Edited on 2009-04-29 at 12:32:08 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Rocinante


While you are on Beylix - Do you want Wolf to do more Maintenance (which could slow down your departure but put you up to par on your scheduled servicing) or just get a fill up, clean the windows and check the oil? Fuel on Beylix is much cheaper than Regina (600 to fill the tank completely). You will have to fuel the tank actually, you won't make it from B to R to L back to R again without more fuel.

Posted on 2009-04-28 at 15:21:11.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: we too


Cathy and I love Castle too. Unfortunately, we seem to be in a minority. Both it and Dollhouse are on the edge of the rating bubble and may be dropped.

Posted on 2009-04-28 at 15:12:54.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Whoa ....Good Post


Great Post Bromern. I could really get a sense of what Wyatt was feling from it. Well done. I will have to make sure I give Cathy some time to post a reply soon.



Posted on 2009-04-28 at 14:08:07.

Topic: Happy Birthday Veronica
Subject: Happy Birthday Veronica


Today is my daughter’s 13th birthday. To celebrate this auspicious occasion (and the loss of my sanity for the next 7 years or so) please join me in wishing her a very Happy Birthday.

Happy Birthday Veronica!

Posted on 2009-04-28 at 13:56:27.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: Dammit! I'm a doctor, not a tactical commander


“There’s an energy signature there,” Curzon Shral pointed with his right hand. “It’s not very strong, but it is enough power to take notice, and it is constant.”

“Alright,” Drake replied. “I’ll check it out.”

“Ummm, why don’t we all go? Then we can keep track of each other and we can support each other.” Zachery asked.

“No.” Pierce said quickly and dismissively, “ If we keep traipsing around as a group, we increase our chases of discovery. One person has a better chance to scout. Meanwhile. We should be considering what we should do once we get there. How are we going to get in? A straight attack is folly. We’re going to need a diversion – something to draw them away from the outpost.”

Posted on 2009-04-27 at 19:23:41.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Situation getting worse


Emmett’s Bar, Beylix, Newhouse – 12:15 am

"Howdy Sheriff!" Andrew said as he gestured to the dead man on the floor, "This man came in here with a gun and attempted to shoot someone here and regretfully I shot him dead. As for me, my name is Andrew Bowman, I came in on a freighter today and I'm just looking for work."

“Really now? You know, I would have to say that you are going about it in the wrong way. In fact, shooting a man who has no gun in his hand, is most likely the exact opposite of looking for work – unless you are an assassin. You aren’t an assassin are you? No matter, I’m sure that you wouldn’t tell me if you were – secret code of the not so very stealthy assassin and all that.”

“He got a gun in his pocket, Sheriff.” Bobbie adds helpfully.

“He? To which ‘He’ are you referring?”

“Umm… The dead guy.”

“Ahh. Well, I guess that didn’t help him did it? Ahich is why I carry mine in a holster. In your pocket and you are likely to shoot the family jewels. Did you go through his pockets before he hit the ground or before?”

“I didn’t Sheriff. You can see the bulge…”

“That’s as far into that conversation as I wish to go. Fine. You, you and you,” He says waving his Colt at the three workers nonchalantly, “You stay here and I will take statements. You,” He points to Andrew while playing with clicking the hammer back and forth, “Will go with Deputy Weaver here, who will take you over to the jail. Now I do not like trouble. That is why the people in this town gave me the badge, I simply detest trouble and have little tolerance for it. Go nicely, and I will take it as a kindness for future considerations. Give me trouble and I will end you. See what I mean – simple. Any questions?”

Posted on 2009-04-26 at 20:57:11.
Edited on 2009-04-26 at 20:58:56 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Posted


Finally!

Don't worried yeolde - I'll post for Andrew but you are three days behind them now. I wanted to keep the stories separate.

Posted on 2009-04-26 at 00:51:52.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Major


Note – this is very brief in places. If you have something you want to add anywhere along the line, feel free. I just wanted to get you off planet and on Beylix.

Blake’s Town hall, above the bank, Regina, Frisco – 11:00 am

The meeting was over now, people were milling around, chatting to each other about issues that were important to them. Charles was busy finishing off any of the sandwiches left on the table. Sherm, CC and Derek Chow move to speak to Willow about the offered goods while Brigit looks on. Chad and Bailey begin a discussion on the when and where for a miners meeting on short notice, and they both leave first and in a hurry. John and Cora have a whispered discussion, mostly Cora whispering to John with rather stern and pointed gestures. James Blake’s attempts to talk with Brigit but she waves him off complaining of a headache and would JW take her home.

Wyatt speaks to his PR man who just volunteered for a world of hurt. “You aim t' sit by planetside and make sure these folk you just met don't get a raw deal, is that it Kid?" Wyatt asked, "Think it'll be easy? You might have to deal with Alliance, explain them that are recently made dead by our hands, maybe even hold off some before we're back to pick you up. You up for that, Asher? Truly?"

“I’ve handled worse Captain”, the young man lied, “Besides, it ain’t gonna be long. Two weeks tops. I can handle the troubles they got here until then – anything is better than what they got. As for Alliance, I can play stupid with the best of them, Captain. I’ll wave you every day so you can keep tabs on me – and I’ll let you know what’s gonna on here. I got’s the feeling there are many hands being played here.”

Willow came over after making promises to visit the merchants later. She leaned over to take Asher’s hand, squeezing it hard, and nearly lost her composure when he turned that sweetly open and honest face to hers. “Oh Asher, honey, you don’t have to set everything right in the world all at once, you do know that? Promise me you’ll be careful!”

“Of course I will Miss Willow. Don’t I always? You’ll tell Ma for me? I don’t think I could and stay behind.”

Wyatt and Willow exchanged looks of doubt but the two of them knew that there was more here than Asher was saying. He came from a farm and had to fight off thieves and criminal elements from taking over his world since he was way too young. The situation in town was too close to home for him to turn his back.

Rocinante, Regina Spaceport – 2:00 pm

Once he finished fixing the mule so that it purred like a kitten again, Wolf managed to find some parts at Port Authority depot. They were willing to let some stuff go at a better price to the big mechanic, seeing he was like a local, but some things just weren’t cheap. Fenris inspected the engines of Rocinante. with approval and admiration. Kora had done a good job of looking after her, no doubt there. He even chuckled good-naturedly on the hand knit blanket that was used to conserve heat on the bypass valves.

He stored his belongings in the room closest to the engine room, the one that Kora had vacated for him. Wolf didn’t have much. Mostly tools and things but he made himself at home. At one point he came into the room and found a wool sweater folded neatly on his bunk – a gift from Trish to say welcome to the family.

The captain wanted to leave as soon as the getting was good. But he also said he wanted the septic sweep done and there was no way to rush that – it would be evening before the ship could leave. Good thing he did give the go ahead too, them septic valves were getting mighty green in a bad way.

Fenris continued to do maintenance work, minor repairs and tweaks. Some things he changed to the way he liked things and others he left as they were, but it wasn’t long before he found himself thinking of the ship as his home.

When the Captain and Sam returned to the ship, Trish did not take the bad news well. In fact, Sam had to pry the pink shotgun out of her hands before she ran out to rescue Asher from his own naivety. Then they had to break the second piece of bad news which was that they were gonna have passengers. Trish was shy at the best of times, and strangers on board were never a good thing in her books. Trish took the news as well as she could and retreated into her room, locking the door – the sound of busy knitting needles clicking being the only sound from within.

Wolf and Sam do a quick run to the stores to stock up on foodstuffs and provisions for the trip. Nothing fancy of course, mostly protein paste in all colours of the rainbow. Willow arrives later in the day, after negotiating an excellent price for the chocolate and the rum. When she hears about Trish’s state, Willow immediately delegates the rum and chocolate delivery to the Captain as she attends to the distressed mother of the ship. Wyatt is left in the cargo hold with bottles and packages muttering something about – “…but I’m the captain. I thought I was the captain. Say so on my …”

Rocinante, Regina Spaceport – 8:00 pm

The septic flush is finally finished. JW and Bailey arrive early to see you off. The passengers arrive with time to spare. John Blake, A.E. Sherman and CC Fiddler all arrive with assorted luggage; all seem to prefer to travel light. Mr. Blake pays the fees for the travel up front. James arrives shortly afterward with more luggage than the three men together. He initially starts to suggest he pays half now and half later when JW comes over and cuffs him on the back of the head and tells him to “Pay up and shut up Jimmy. No one wants to hear it.” Jimmy pays the full amount and heads in muttering about how someone should really help him with his bags.

Chad shows up after that with an over the shoulder duffel bag and a strong box that he’s holding like his life depends upon it. He walks onboard very wide eyed and staring – you have to remind him about the fees before he pays you, but he does so willingly, all the time not letting the strong box go. When he does pay, he’s given you twice the amount without realizing it.

Rooms are established with moderate ease and everyone is onboard. Sam starts the initial fire up sequence to leave Atmo. JW and Bailey shake Wyatt’s hand and wish you all a safe journey before retreating to a safe distance. Soon you are leaving Regina and heading back into the Black, the sounds of a horse galloping across the ship echoes familiarly as you go to hard burn.

Note: Willow occupies two of the passenger dorms (one is her room, the other she converted into a closet – a walk in closet). Now I am gonna assume that you ain’t about to shift around lodgings. There is the area around the infirmary, Asher’s room is free, and the kitchen can take hammocks. It isn’t an issue and I am not gonna make it one.

John Blake and the two merchants don’t seem to have much problems adjusting to life on a transport. They mostly keep to themselves, don’t stray too far around the ships and avoid all the areas they are told to avoid. James is like a kid …on his first space flight. He wants to be up in the cockpit, he wants to hold the controls, he wants to see the engines. Chad gets even twitchier as the ship leaves Atmo and you sail into the Black. He takes his strongbox of ballots to his room and shakily says hat he really just wants to go to bed – in has been a rough day.

By dinner time, Willow has coaxed Trish out again and makes quiet introductions to her to the passengers so there isn’t too much fuss. James freaks out at the site of Trish which causes Sam to take James aside forcefully to the engine room where he and Wolf have a quick conversation about behaving on the boat and where they will shove their collective boot if he doesn’t.

Dinner passes well after that. Trish does her usual magic in the kitchen and all the passengers are vocal in their appreciation, especially James. Chad does not join you for dinner.

Late that night as Sam is setting the auto-pilot before heading to bed, a wave comes in from Asher. He is settling in well, people are nice to him. Some hooligan problems but nothing he couldn’t handle.

Asher does go on to explain something that happened to him during the day. Seems he was getting to know the town, walking about when Chad Sloat approached him. Chad asked him to come into the Lawrence Saloon to help him out. Well in he goes and the place is packed with miners – very drunk miners. They push him up front to the bar and tell he gonna run the election. Asher is confused and Chad explains that he needs a neutral party to take the ballots and put them into a strong box so there can’t be any tampering.

Well the miners are more interested in drinking than they are voting. Chad is trying to tell them mining guild stuff but they can’t hear him over the ruckus and the singing and the laughing. No one else volunteers to run for the guild rep position and the miners all just do their ballets quickly so they can get on to drinking. The ballots were all gathered and Chad took the box with him, but boy, did he look scared!

JW McClarrin House, Frisco Regina – 11:00 pm

“But Miss Brigitt. what about JW?”

“Oh Asher, he’s not into that. But when Sam gets back – We’ll talk about it.”

*rip, tear, fling*

Day One, The Black

Time is extremely relative on a ship in the black. Routine decides when morning is, when lunch is served and when you call it quits. John, Sherm and CC all politely ask if there is anything they can do to help around the ship. They do as they are told to or they find ways to entertain themselves. CC and Sherm play cards frequently while John Blake reads a novel of long ago days when Knights and thieves and clerics adventured against evil into dungeons. Willow notices that his bookmark is a picture of his wife – taken probably a few years back, as she is wearing a showgirl’s outfit, like in a cabaret or upscale burlesque show.

Chad comes out for breakfast but he doesn’t talk much and is even jitterier than before. Anytime someone heads in the vicinity of his room, he jumps up to intercept them. He never confronts them, just watches. After the meal he quickly returns to his room again.

James spends his time alternating between trying to get Willow alone to suggest ways they can break the boredom of space travel and hovering around the doorway of the cockpit or engine room, attempting to make nice with Sam and Wolf.

Dinner is good but quiet. Chad joins you but he eats so fast and returns to his room that it leaves everyone feeling uneasy. After the meal John Blake goes to talk with Chad and is in with him for most of the night.

Asher sends a wave that things are going well. He seems relieved that Wyatt gets his wave this evening. The Ladies in town threw him a little party and Cora Blake had invited him over for dinner.

Day One, Frisco, Regina

“Umm… Miss Blake. I don’t know if we should…”

“Oh be quiet Silly! John fulfills many of my needs but right now, I need you and I need you badly.”

*rip, tear, fling*

Day Two, The Black

Morning comes and Chad joins you all for breakfast. He seems more relaxed now, although still a bit edgy. At least he eats and joins into the conversation although both he and John keep the topic off the guild election.

Midday, the ship begins to lose power- a faulty couplet on the drive shaft is quickly found by Wolf and is repaired without incident or lose of time to the schedule.

James continues his hunt for pleasant pastime with Willow with no success.

Asher sends a wave at night. He looks tired. Very strangely asks how John Blake is doing. He seems to have the riffraff scared, things have settled down a bit. No sign of the Alliance. Tonight he’s investigating some problem at the Lawrence.

Day Two, Frisco, Regina

“But ladies. There are three of you and only one of me.”

“That’s okay Mr. Sheriff.”

“Yeah. We like it that way.”

“But don’t tell our daddy,”

*rip, tear, fling*

Day Three, Newhouse, Beylix, 10:00 am

By late morning you see the planet Beylix, a speck getting bigger and bigger as you approach. The junkyard, garbage dump of the Verse, Beylix is where all the space trash is dropped from Reclamation. There are many farming communities on the planet but most of the workers and industry is melting down scrap and re-processing it.

No Alliance blockade here, and with so many junk dealers passing through, getting pass the port authority is nothing beyond a good morning and here’s where we are heading – kinda nice but boring in its own way too.

Rocinante . lands on landing pad 17a, of Newhouse Port Authority. Time is now 10:00 am Beylix Standard time.

Your passengers are packed and ready to go. John Blake asks the captain if they could have an escort to and from the Sheriff’s office. Since they do not know this man and they are coming to hire him away from this sheriff, he feel safer if he had some people around him who … were used to trouble.

James is off like ..a kid off home planet for the first time. Chad is also quick to take his lockbox and head over to the Mining Guild house – most likely be glad to hand over his burden.

Posted on 2009-04-26 at 00:45:21.
Edited on 2009-04-26 at 00:49:55 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: see


If I say I'm DMing, would Olan make the drive up?

Posted on 2009-04-24 at 16:03:38.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: don;t tempt me


I am mighty tempted to use them there staples rob. trust me on that.

oh - BTW - the first every RDI D&D tabletop game will be held at Rob's cottage sometime in July. We are working on the details.

Posted on 2009-04-24 at 15:37:19.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sunday


If I haven't posted by end of day Sunday, I will have Cathy spank me soundly.


Posted on 2009-04-24 at 12:26:09.

Topic: This was hell
Subject: getting weird....er


“Where did you go? Herman asked Cat, while they moved. “And more importantly: where will WE go?”

“I…” Cathedral paused, not knowing how to explain. “I went back, I think, for a moment. Hospital somewhere. I was doing something – a procedure and it went wrong. The patient died…” It all sounded too weird to him Then why am I here? Not her?

He plodded on, saying words that came to him although they didn’t seem to make sense as he said them. “We aren’t in the dreamscape. If we can get to the dreamscape, I can create a portal and get us back .” or me at least. I never had passengers before.

But how? Cathedral didn’t know. “Listen. Let’s see if this place is eidetically protoplasmic. Everyone think that over this hill is a grassy plain. Just picture a grassy plain and concentrate hard upon the image. What am I doing? Dreamscape? Protoplasmic?

Posted on 2009-04-23 at 14:46:47.

 


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