ataraxionlogs | EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ APRIL 20-21

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EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ APRIL 20-21

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Anywhere.
WARNINGS: Pirates, violence, etc.
SUMMARY: Brief encounters, finding ransacked/damaged areas, making your way to the oxygen gardens.
NOTES: Open to all!

The ship has been invaded by pirates. They're noisy on the network, but you haven't seen any, not in person. Though if you go far enough things start to make themselves apparent. Kitchens have been ransacked. Pieces of the walls are torn out, media libraries overturned. Maybe you should get your valuables together and find somewhere safe to hole up...

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[ He's just poking around, really; Vera's big enough that any pirates who seem him tend to scramble, at least for now, and Jayne doesn't really care about what they take from rooms that aren't his. The bar, though, now that's a different story. He heads on over just to see how it's holding up, maybe if there are some things he could take.

Barricaded, probably. If there's someone smart, they're inside. Not pirates -- they'd probably leave the thing open to take loot out. Hrm. ]

If'n there's any pirates right in there, y'all should probably be gettin' a move on now. If not, don't mind me none.

[ He really hopes he's not talking to himself. ]

[ Nothing to take here, Jayne, seeing as Jo's got anything of worth all piled together and hidden as well as she can. Plus, there's the whole 'girl with a shot-gun' to deal with, and she doesn't take kindly to strangers. So at his call he can probably hear her cocking back the action to load the gun. ]

No pirates. No customers, either.

[ She'll probably still shoot if you try and walk in, though. Just a fair warning that she doesn't actually voice. ]

[ Hey, he recognizes that voice. ]

What, you ain't got your gun loaded already, girl?

[ Just gonna lean up against the wall here, a bit away from immediate shooting range. ]

Not everyone's as cuddly as I am, y'know.

Course it's loaded. I just think the sound is a little more intimidating.

[ since she can't just shove the barrel up against his back like she normally does to men who walk into her bars unannounced. But she's already relaxing a little because she doesn't recognize him, now. Granted he's a little more sober and not slurring his words, but still. ]

Cuddly? With that? [ she's referring to Vera, there. ] Hate to see what you consider aggressive.

Yeah, I'll give you that.

[ See Jo, this is why he likes you. Smart girl, good at bein' intimidating for her size. ]

Vera here is a lady, [ Jayne counters, chuckling. ] But I ain't pokin' around here lookin' to loot the whole ruttin' ship, now am I? An' I ain't no supernatural critter, neither. [ Since, well, he's heard those are... around. ] An' I definitely ain't no Reaver, so yeah, I'd say cuddly.

You do have a point. What's a Reaver?

[ Jo just kind of eyes him, waiting to see if he'd give her a reason to shoot or not. She's already scared off enough people - pirates or no - who thought they could get their hands on a bottle or two during the chaos.

After a moment, though, she'll lower her gun. Just a fraction, but enough that he shouldn't feel in constant immediate danger of being shot. ]

Begs the question of what you are doing here, though.

[ Jayne actually shudders slightly. Reavers. What the ruttin' hell did he bring them up for? ]

They ain't men, that's what. They get all wrong, cuttin' on 'emselves, rapin' and murderin' and eatin' people alive.

[ If he could not talk about it anymore, that would be great. ]

Just lookin' around, seein' what they're all takin'.

They sound like pirates.

[ Except so much worse. Oh god. ]

Yeah? What're they taking? [ Because aside from a supplies run or two, Jo's been holed up in this one room. She's not curious enough to go out and see what's going on, but curious enough to ask. ]

Reavers don't care about yer shit, 'cept maybe your ship -- but even then, they muck it all up. Let the radiation leak all over the ruttin' place, 'cause it makes 'em go faster, an' they don't give a damn about it cookin' them.

[ Reavers fucking terrify him, and he prays that there's no such thing in this universe. ]

Food. Rippin' shit outta the walls an' stuff, too, so ship parts. I ain't no mechanic though, like I told ya.

Weird that they're leaving people alone. Oh well.

[ probably seventy five percent of what Jayne says goes right over her head, so Jo just kind of shakes her head. ]

Either you're coming in or going back out, because I don't want the door open.

You goin' to shoot me if I come in?

[ That's kind of why he hasn't yet, Jo. He doesn't particularly like being shot. ]

Only if you're nice.

[ Which means no, really. Unless you try and jack something and even then she's always got her knives. ]

And close the door behind you.

Yeah, yeah.

[ Jayne adjusts Vera, takes another look around the hall -- wouldn't do to have someone shooting him in the ass -- and then slips on into the bar, shutting the door behind him as asked. Then he takes a good look around, trying to see just what the hell has gone on in the room. ]

[ As far as Jayne can probably see, the bar doesn't look too too different. The chairs are all on top of the tables and pushed off to the walls to open up the main floor. Jo's got most of her things fortified around the actual bar, where she walks back around to once he closes the door. ]

You just going and checking on all the rooms, or am I just special?

Just checking in general.

[ Though the bar itself is special. He hadn't known Jo would be there, and really, it's probably a good thing it's her and not someone else. Jayne's got no problems with stealing things for himself, after all. ]

You're the first one I've stopped with, though. Guess that makes you a little special after all.

[ She's hot, sue him. ]

I'm touched.

[ The sarcasm there is fairly obvious, mostly because she's not the one to enjoy being checked up on. Especially not when the person doing the checking is carrying a bigger gun than her. ]

I'd offer you a drink, but I packed up all the alcohol.

[ Which is the first and main reason Jo can think up as to why he'd be here. ]

Didn't have to open the door, [ he points out, smirking slightly.

The news about the alcohol does make him frown slightly, but he shrugs and settles into a chair with a good view of the door. ]

Packed up how?

Boxes. Packed and sealed and put away.

[ she settles in back behind the bar, where's she's got most of her things set up. ]

Figured if the pirates did manage to get in here, I could at least make it difficult for them.

Ain't that just goin' to make it easier for them to carry?

[ He is fairly certain that having to gather the supplies takes less time than picking up boxes, even if those boxes are put away. ]

They've gotta find 'em first, don't they?

[ like she'd just keep them sitting around. ]

Yeah, but it ain't like they're gonna care about rippin' the place apart.

[ He shifts in his seat, leaning forward to look at her. ]

Or threaten ya, if they want it that bad.

Yes, but that also takes time. Enough time for me to reload.

[ she leans on her elbows on the counter, shrugging a little. ]

Plus, they have to get through the door.