Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Sunday sunday
Day 2, Whitefall - Rocinante, 7:00 AM PT
Stepping up to the door, Wyatt pauses and looks over the scene before him, considering the encounter.
“Miss Chloe?” He doesn’t enter the room yet. Doing so seems forward to him despite the room being his infirmary.
The young girl looks over at Wyatt and sits up. “Yes? Are you the Captain here?”
“Do you mind if’n I join ya?”
Fear plays across Chloe’s face, unhidden terror as the first thing that goes through her mind is that Wyatt means something else by joining her. She recoils backwards in the bed, drawing her legs close to her body defensively.
(assuming some assurance that she has nothing to fear)
Moving to place his buttocks against the rim of the counter, Wyatt places his hat on the surface next to him and raises his eyes to meet the face of the woman he’s offered sanctuary to. Running his left hand through his black hair, the captain begins.
“We’ve taken a job that’ll bring us t’ Pegasus, Bellerophon’s moon. You got a chance t’ start anew there. Is this what ya want?”
Chloe cocks her head to one side, looking at the Captain, “Huh. That is something that ain’t asked of me much. What I want.” She says quietly, drawing herself out of the tight position, “In fact, I think you are only the second person who has ever asked me that. You and Petrie. What I want, Captain, is to be with Petrie and live out a life where I can chose what I want and my baby can grow up not beholden to anyone. But I don’t think the verse cares what I want. I don’t think you are here to offer me that chance are you?
“Can’t say that’s a possibility, Miss,” Wyatt drawls. “Way I understand it, he’s the son o’ someone important-like. That’d draw an unfortunate amount o’ attention our way an’ I ain’t keen on attention.”
“You are right, he is the Reverend son and the Reverend certainly thinks he is important. He also thinks he knows what is right and good for others and he should be able to make people do what he wants. Seems to me that what important means. Doing what someone else wants. I’m not important. I’m not special. I can’t remember my momma well but she used to sing this song to me about dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind. That’s me. Dust.”
“What d’ ya think’ll happen should yer boyfriend go a-missin’ an’ we’re the only transport that’s burned atmo in the associated window, Miss Chloe?” Shaking his head, Sung continues, “I ain’t riskin’ my crew nor the other passengers we’re takin’ on, t’ be labeled kidnappers by Patience an’ her crew. So, I’m afraid the answer is a no. Does this change yer mind in goin’ t’ Bellerophon?”
Chloe looks up at Wyatt, meeting his eyes firmly with her own gaze that seems so much other than the girl before him. “If you are giving me the choice between saving my baby or staying here, there ain’t no guess – I’ll save my baby. I’ll take my chances with what Ms. Wilson is offering, can’t be worse than here. Like I said, I ain’t important but this baby is important to me. But leaving won’t change how I feel about Petrie and I’ll regret leaving every single day that I live. Have you ever loved someone Captain? I mean really love someone so much so that when you are apart your gut just hurts? “She looks away as tears well up in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a bother and I don’t want you risking yourself or yours for me. If you drop me on Bellerophon, I’ll take it as a kindness and thank you for all you have done. Even if you just take me somewhere else away from here … cause, I know what Patience would do to me. She’d rip my baby out of my body, kill me and sell the child so she wasn’t out of pocket. It is all credits and cash to her, and love doesn’t hold a candle to money.”
(assuming some response)
“Thank you Captain. If you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone now.” She says quietly and as Wyatt leaves the infirmary, he can hear Chloe crying softly to herself.
Day 2, Whitefall - Eagle-Eye’s farm, 7:00 AM PT
Stephanie was making her way through the Cargo Bay towards the exit of the ship. Looking around she couldn’t help but wonder if Wolf had claymore mines hidden in the walls like Grace did on Destiny. Probably not, she decide, that was strictly a Gracie sorta thing to do.
“Hey wait up! I’m coming with you doc.”
Stephanie turned around and saw young Asher Talhone coming towards her while putting on his (she assumed) nicest dress jacket. He was dressed well for church except that he was wearing his sidearm at his side. “I’m sorry Asher, but I’m heading for church.”
“Yeah, I know. Thought you could use the company. And I ain’t been for awhile. Never hurts to punch your card with the lord.”
Stephanie gave him a hard look, “You go to church with a gun?”
Ash looked down at his sidearm and back at Stephanie, “We did back home. You never know what’s gonna drop from the sky and reavers don’t care about the Lord and his house rules.”
“Stephanie closed her eyes and took a deep breathe. “Very well. But I’d appreciate it if your gun stayed where it belongs unless absolutely necessary.”
“You have my word ma’am.”
“Please don’t call me Ma’am. Our age difference is far enough without the reminder. Stephanie will do, or Doctor if you must. I’ll even take Doc over Ma’am.”
She glared at him.
“Stephanie. Yes Stephanie.”
She continued on her way with Asher following behind her. Across the field there was a wagon hitched up to some horses and hay bales laid down in the wagon. A large group of people were all dressed up and getting into the wagon. Both Ash and The doctor noticed that the people on the wagon were mostly carrying sidearms and there were men and women on horses surrounding the wagon with rifles. Asher threw a mischievous look at the Doctor who just ignored him.
Day 2, Whitefall - Necessity, The Church, 8:00 AM PT
The church is filling up by the time you arrive. Seems like this town is much like many others throughout the verse where church going is taken seriously and a family oriented experience. Many families sit together in the same pews they always do, every time they go to church and newcomers are welcome but generally looked upon as outsiders. Ash and the Doctor manage to grab seats in the back, on the outer aisles. The serve starts with singing, a organ player who has seen many years and a choir that looks like it was forced to come by each one of their mommas.
The Reverend Tubbs presides over the readings and the songs and then comes front and centre with a sermon. He doesn’t use the podium but walks back and forth, up and down the aisle as he preaches.
He starts out with a question of gifts and what does it mean to receive a gift. He draws answers form the audience of faithful, taking the answers and moving towards the idea of God’s gift. What does a gift from god mean to you? Aren’t all god’s gift miracle? What is a miracle? Has anyone seen a miracle? From there he turns to the miracle of birth and how the ability to bear children is a miracle and a gift from good to women-kind. There sermon goes on, drawing a conclusion that people need to accept the lord into their hearts and accept the gifts he brings. The reverend continues down this road, linking the refusal of gifts to the devil and how lust is a beast that lives within everyone.
As Tubbs goes on tirade on the place of women in the home and the role of men to protect, you notice a late arrival into the church, but a spot is held for him. He is a young man, and the familial resemblance to the reverend is clear, this must be Petrie Tubbs. He walks stiffly and sits down very slowly.
After an hour or so, the service ends and Stephanie turns to Asher, “I need to talk to that young man. You stay here and I will be right back.” And she is off before Asher can protest, threading her way through the crowd as it gets up and files it way towards the exits.
Day 2, Whitefall - Rocinante, 8:00 AM PT
“Mornin’, folks,” Sam almost sing-songs as he steps into Roc’s gathering room, “Hope ya’l’s night was’s good as mine!” Grinning like a fool and absently humming under his breath again, Sam makes a beeline for the galley and, after planting a kiss on Ma’s cheek, helps himself to a large cup of the freshly brewed coffee before taking his usual seat at the table. “I got me some, last night,” he grinned at the faces around the table following a long, satisfied pull from his mug, “How’d ya’ll do?”
(responses to Sam?)
The pilot chuckles, softly and fondly, recalling the hours he spent with Misty. Then, his gaze skinning faces, again, he asks; “So, we gonna talk ‘bout this job, now, er we gonna get chores an’ s#!t outta th’ way first?” Not waiting for an immediate answer, his eyes fix on Wyatt; “Cap, I got some plans an’ back-up plans laid out on m’ console if’n ya wanna take a gander…”
(Meeting minutes? Asher is not there as well as the Doctor)
Posted on 2018-03-07 at 15:59:30.
Edited on 2018-03-07 at 16:03:09 by Alacrity