(Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity
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				Title: <strong>(Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 05:36:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff167/Melody0322/Serenitymap.gif)<br><br><br>(http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff167/Melody0322/Serenitymap2.gif)</div><br><br>Serenity is a Midbulk Transport, standard radion-accelerator core. Class code 03-K64 -- Firefly. A Firefly Transport. She is one of the 'Aught-Three Series.' It is durable and apparently has lots of locations where illegal material may be hidden, a fact that makes it an ideal ship for Mal and his crew of sometimes smugglers. The high concentration of little nooks and crannies in Serenity which do so well by the crew for concealing paralegal cargo are also home to a population of bugs.&nbsp; Much of the ship is fairly utilitarian, composed of wire grating over most of the floor and exposed ductwork.<br><br>Note- This is a thread used for RP taking place on board the Serenity that is not taking place in another specified location.<br><br>(Information taken from Firefly/Serenity Wiki.)<br><br>Links to other topics:<br>Group Roleplays Wanted thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=86481.0) (to apply)<br>OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87319.0)<br>Dramatis Personae (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87320.0)<br>Border Planet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87838.0)*<br><br><sub>* indicates IC thread</sub>
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 17:22:44</strong>
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				Jayne sat at the dinner table with a thin rod in one hand, and a can of spray in the other. He industriously cleaned the barrel of his beloved Vera, plugging it with the cleaning rod a few times before looking through the barrel for any addition imperfections. Not satisfied, he repeated the process for a bit longer. The broken down gun sat on another much larger cloth that protected Vera from the awful sight of the table itself. She had gotten him out of plenty of scrapes, and keeping her clean was keeping her happy. Jayne very much loved keeping his lady happy.<br><br>He absently whistled &nbsp;The Hero of Canton &nbsp;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmG4tPspd-E#)while he worked. The song had, for better or worse, entrenched himself in his mind to remind him of the good and bad that could come of life. The good and bad Jayne was capable of everyday. Bad, it seems, was just what Jayne was fixin to capable himself with as he cleaned his lady. They hadn’t had a good paying job in some time, and had just enough to pick up supplies and hopefully a few paying passengers, if not a handy little job relieving those who have of their valuables, to distribute to the have-nots, such as themselves.<br><br>“Yeah, honey, I know I only clean you when I want something, but considering I clean you often, you should be happy you’re so needed” Jayne muttered to the gun as he slowly assembled the weapon back together. He knew he could be pretty damn formidable when he didn’t have Vera by his side, but there was something to be said for the love of a good woman, and the heights by which it could raise your stature. Vera made Jayne feel even taller than he already was, and that’s why he always made sure she wasn’t too far away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 21:49:45</strong>
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				River was having one of her better days, which meant that she realized she was hungry. She was humming a lovely melody to herself. Where she'd picked it up she couldn't remember. Moving with her natural grace through the corridors of the ship, the song ended and she took a deep breath before exhaling with a sigh.<br><br>There was a sense of peace about the ship. She felt better than she had in a long time. A familiar voice drifted from the dining area. Jayne, probably talking to Vera. The two made the sweetest couple- that is, after Simon and Kaylee. And Zoe and Wash.<br><br>Her eyes narrowed and a grin spread across her face. In high spirits, she was in the mood to play a little practical joke on Jayne. It was just too much fun! As quietly as possible she padded into the dining room. When she judged the moment was right, she sprang forward and covered Jayne's eyes. "Gotcha!" she exclaimed happily, leaning forward so some of her hair fell across him. Her youthful features were alight with delight and mischief.
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 01:35:12</strong>
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				Jayne was too engrossed with his conversation with Vera, that he didn’t notice River until the obvious last minute. When she covered his eyes, it scared him fit to lay a golden egg! He jerked himself forward, the seat back, stood and pivoted while grabbing the newly assembled Vera off the table, and then leveled it right between River’s eyes. It was actually an impressive piece of fluid movement, and would have looked very good in any of those cheesy movies they’re selling in these parts.<br><br>That was, if he’d managed to load his darlin’ Vera beforehand.<br><br>“Goram it, River! What’d have to do a thing like that for? You…walking around…I outta put a bell on you or something…” The rest was lost in a series of mutterings as he packed the gun cleaning kit and laid Vera aside real gentle-like. He made sure to keep an eye on River as he did. One never knew what the hell was going on in that mind of hers. To her credit, it’s been a while since she’s gone loopy, but that don’t mean that loopy is far away!<br><br>“Whatcha around here for, anyway, girl? Aren’t you supposed to be with that uppity brother of yours?” Where was the babysitter, anyway? If they expected ole Jayne to keep an eye on this bundle of trouble, they’ve got another thing coming. Ain’t been no paying job, ain’t have no good eatin’ in about 8 cycles, and he was damned if he was going to use the little bit of energy he had left to run around the ship playing tag with the asylum patient!<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 19:14:49</strong>
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				"Jayne, I'd not be pointin' big guns at River, she'd likely do to you what she done to the Reavers if ya' try to hurt her. As for Simon he is sleeping I made sure he needs to get some if you know what I mean.," she is washed up some but clearly was sweating and is blushed in the skin clearly she was getting laid properly.<br><br>Going over she gets some ice water in a cup and she places it on her skin cooling her face in a few places before drinking it down slowly a few gulps. 
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				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 00:09:23</strong>
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				River just grinned at Jayne's reaction. She stepped back so she wouldn't get bumped by the chair. The fact that he was standing there pointing a gun at her said either a) she knew it wasn't loaded or b) she didn't think he'd shoot her. Even she could only move so fast.<br><br>Giggling as Jayne swore and started to mutter to himself, she moved to the refrigeration unit to browse the selection of food. They'd stocked up quite a bit at their last stop. Unfortunately it was with more of the usual but still... "No," she said. When had she cared about what she supposed to be doing or who she was supposed to be with in Jayne's experience? <br><br>Her expression softened when she saw Kaylee, the grin of mischievous amusement turning into one of affection at the sight of her friend and her brother's lover. "Hello Kaylee! I don't think Jayne likes surprises much," she said. There was a knowing in her gaze as she noted the tell-tale signs of a vigorous and more than satisfactory bout of lovemaking. But also something wistful. It was a real shame she was too damaged, too different, to capture anyone's interest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 14:06:56</strong>
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				The Companion was working. Her beautiful shuttle, soundproofed and elaborately decorated, was a sanctuary of the erotic arts, and those who came to her would not be disturbed inside its doors. She had a standing arrangement with the crew not to be intruded upon, while working or at any other time, but on her friend Inara's recommendation she had also installed a lock on the inside of her door. It was barred now, as any invasion of her privacy would be not just annoying but dangerous to the crew.<br><br>She was currently with one Gustav Lempt, age 47, profession: Crime Lord. He controlled a lot of the traffic on this planet, both of illicit merchandise such as drugs and slaves, and luxury goods that had their black market origins erased by forged paperwork. He had a reputation as being lethally effective, psychopathic but not delusional, just crazy enough to be respected. What most didn't know is that he was currently suffering the effects of a nervous breakdown, and his subordinates couldn't keep the plates spinning for much longer without him.<br><br>The facts were these: he had taken two bullets in the chest from a man he'd considered to be a friend, and while he had survived the encounter, he was shaken. He had lost the arrogant swagger that had served him so well as a criminal; he hid himself in his house and brooded about the inevitability of death and the terror of the unknown. His associates were hoping that a Companion could restore his confidence, and make him the man he used to be.<br><br>She had been working on relaxing him so far. They'd gotten naked together, and she'd given him a massage while they were sitting together in the hot tub that took up one corner of the shuttle. Now they were on the chaise lounge nearby, limbs tangled together while she stroked his hair and spoke to him in a soothing voice. As she continued to treat him like a baby, she subtly encouraged his resentment, his rebellious side. Soon, he could not help but dominate this seductive woman who seemed intent on simply petting him.<br><br>Her plans were fulfilled when he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her to her knees on the floor in front of him, the raw need in his eyes making it clear what he wanted her to do while she was down there. She didn't shame him by making him say it aloud, but just looked up at him in abject worship as she took his cock in both hands, as if praying, and brought it to her mouth. As she took him between her lips, her tongue swirling over the head while she sucked him hard, the tone of his deep groan told her that he was already feeling much better.<br><br>"Ohhhh yeah, suck it, whore," he moaned, burying his hand in her long red hair as he forced her to take his shaft deeper into her throat. Reena would have smiled if she weren't otherwise occupied. She was not used to failure, but this particular task would be easier than she had thought. With a few more hours of fucking, she'd have him back to being his assertive former self in only one session. It wasn't her place to question whether returning Mr. Lempt to his normal brutal self was really a good idea. At least she was enjoying this encounter, which already had her wet just from sucking him off; she played all roles well, but she especially enjoyed being the submissive. Especially when it meant being in control.
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 00:46:25</strong>
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				Jayne saw Kaylee as he was putting his gun away, and forgot about the little no that River had given him. “You weren’t there. I was just sitting there, cleaning Vera fit for the ball, when lil miss twinkle toes over there…” he pointed to River with his thumb “decided it was a great idea to play peek-a-boo with Jayne”. He did a double take at Kaylee’s appearance “Well, I guess my earlier question about the whereabouts of that hellion’s brother have been answered. I do hope he’s still in condition to do things around here…work and whatnot…yeah.” <br><br>He stared at the both of them, muttered a little more, then grabbed his gun cleaning kit, and the now cruising to give a bruising Vera and stormed out of the kitchen area. He had to put her away, and from there, he was going to find Mal. Stuck planet side with this lot was bad enough, he needed one of two things. A reason to hit someone, or a whore to plow. One or the other would do him just fine about now. The bad news was that you needed money to plow most whores worth a damn, and he was running awfully low. It was starting to lean towards hitting someone, and the only place he knew where both situations had a chance of occurring in relatively short intervals of each other is a bar.<br><br>“Beat someone senseless, take –their- money, then buy me a whore. That sounds about right” he said to himself, as he put Vera away.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 07:09:46</strong>
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				River was still looking at Kaylee, the thoughtfulness on her face having been replaced by something unidentifiable and more than a little eerie. She liked the woman, she did, but she couldn't help being jealous of the demands she had placed on her beloved brother's time. Or the comfort and pleasure they found in each other's arms. She was a grown woman with a grown woman's needs and desires that took very strange form in her still-fragmented mind.<br><br>When Jayne got up, she blinked and whatever had been there before was gone as she smiled brightly and waved as Jayne left. She watched him go before turning back to the refrigeration unit, which she had left open. Grabbing the first thing she could, she closed it and got herself a glass of water before she started to eat right there at the counter.<br><br>"I want to go off the ship today," she said absently. "I think I will." Taking another bite, she washed it down with a drink of water and stared thoughtfully up at the ceiling. All sorts of fun that could be had planetside...
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 21:58:56</strong>
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				"River, Jayne makes a good point sneakin' up like that while we are on the ground is not good. He is a dangerous man and coulda hurt you then your brother would be upset. Next time no doing that when he could shoot you - ok?," Kaylee isn't as cheerful and clearly is upset that this could have turned out badly.
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				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 06:30:53</strong>
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				River took a bite and rolled her eyes. "The gun wasn't loaded," she said a little petulantly. He had just been cleaning his weapon, which meant chances were already very good that it hadn't been loaded. Plus the way he had handled it would have been different in ways only someone with her intellect and powers of observation would have noticed if it had been loaded.<br><br>She took a drink, giggling as she remembered Jayne's reaction. It was amusing how afraid of her he was. Simon had told him that gorram phrase yet had he? He and Mal were the only ones on the ship that knew, just in case something happened again.<br><br>Everyone worried too much but after her little display with the Reavers she couldn't exactly blame them. She'd gone head to head- alone, armed with nothing but a couple blades- with dozens of the bloodthirsty creatures. And she was the one that had emerged unscathed. "Are you planning on checking out the city later?"
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 11:54:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Natasha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87320.msg3855975#msg3855975)<br></div><br>It has only been two days since Mal had her on board and already there was a family feel about the crew.Being in space for a long time did strange things to people but as social dynamics go this crew was about as good as one could hope for.<br><br>Natasha's last mission with the alliance was to capture river, something all in the ship likely knew or suspected but unknown to the alliance Natasha had other plans, found mal and begged to be part of whatever could frustrate their efforts for control.<br><br>Currently Natasha's ship which she had not returned had its navigation locked and synchronized in into Serenity which it followed about twenty seconds behind. What Natasha had on board was pretty minimal. Natash was wealthy, but was itching to convert her credits into something more tangible. <br><br>But being accepted as one of them was her highest priority. Natasha had spent too much of her time alone to easily recall friendships but watching River and Jayne helped, perhaps it will come. More awkwardly though Natasha wasn't like most women and did eye up all while thinking of thoughts typically reserved for teenagers. Natasha was a gonadal hermaphrodite, it wasn't small either, nothing feminine about it. Something she was being used to being teased about at school and being called a freak over more times than she could count. She wore a suit which didn't make it too obvious but any who would look there more than just in passing would notice. How gorgeous everyone seemed didn't help - Natasha considered asking their doctor if it was possible for him to knock up some tablets to repress her erections but Simon and Natasha so far had barely talked. Not exactly something Natasha felt like talking to anyone about, let alone someone that has to live with you.<br><br>So far it seemed simon and Kaylee were a couple, and it was obvious Simon was Rivers older brother anything else or particulars Natasha was clueless.<br><br>Natasha helped herself to a dish of vegetables and nodded respectively to each in turn.<br><br>"I can understand why the Alliance was so keen to get River back. I read her file. <br>The sections I was cleared to see anyway. It was about as long as one gets."<br><br>She was dangerous but so cute though. <br><br>"Never would have thought something that looked so innocent could have so many warnings about her. They offered to tripple my wealth if I managed to bring her in alive, double it if she was dead and my bank accounts pretty impressive. Even with the news about Miranda out they still want her. Whatever she is aware of has them really scared, and anything that annoys the alliance I wan't to be part of. My family was on Miranda. All my relations gone thanks to their desires to control the universe. I'm glad I'm a part of this crew."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 14:33:18</strong>
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				"We can, if anyone goes messin' with us River can handle them. Natasha when are you gonna let me look at you're engines on that ship of yours, don't be trustin' the best mechanic around in the verse?,"&nbsp; Kaylee does look a bit sad she never let her on her fancy ship yet.<br><br>"We need to keep an eye on River but after Miranda seemed to mellow out some, such a bad secret though would screw up anybody but before we go out we need to see if the new Companion wants to join us. Can do a gals day out on the city.," flitting to another topic clearly not wanting to upset the new member of the crew.
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 15:47:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Natasha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87320.msg3855975#msg3855975)<br></div><br>In truth Natasha was trying to avoid the women as best she could not because she didnt like their company it was more the opposite, they didn't have to flirt all were so cute the idea of doing them would stir what Natasha would find harder to hide than males could simply because of how hips and clothes seemed to differ.<br><br>"Hey Kaylee !"<br><br>Natasha smiled as charmingly as possible. Natasha was happy for an opportunity to be useful to someone. And being liked by Kaylee mattered a lot. She was the kind to like everyone anyway, but still. <br><br>"I had to lock in her navigation computers to be controlled by Serenity on short notice, barely had time to do so before we high tailed it out of there. She recharges itself by hovering over magnetic poles. Ive opened her engine bay once and I wish I didn't. Made me feel really stupid. No moving parts. No noise. The engines and the stealth abilities it has is part of the same thing. How ? I have absolutely no idea. It all looks like crystals bathed in this fluid-gel thing. The lights that come from it made me nauseous. Doesn't even have landing gear - it rests hovering motionless a few feet off the ground. There is something really unnatural about it that gives me the spooks. The lights that come from the crystal engine thing looks like an Aurora which is where her name comes from.<br><br>Weird thing is you dont hear any noise or feel any vibrations when the engine bay is open and your eyes are closed. But the moment you look at those lights - you hear something like water and feel this humming-vibrations in your bones. It doesnt feel like it was made by humans it really doesn't, its beautiful and horrible in the same breath. <br><br>It may be in my own head i don't know. But being off it and on a solid ship like this one makes me feel a lot more comfortable, I feel if I had to keep on flying the thing non stop for a few more months I would have lost my mind. Its fields we are told are perfectly safe but I don't know, the alliance has a habit of lying to serve their own interests.<br><br>I probably should get simon to give me a scan to check but I have been delaying it worried about what he may find."<br><br>For several reasons ... <br><br>"Whatever strange field thing it does it can send you to sleep. You have to be pretty jucied up on coffee or something and plan to take stims for long journeys, and when you do sleep inside it you always seem to dream the same thing - a nebula or an aurora which shifts or breaths over and over again a reoccurring dream getting more elaborate every time. As far as piloting the thing its just as weird. No training needed but something you dont want to try if your prone to nausea. <br><br>It just seems to know where you want to go, like it can read your mind. I was told it can't that it looks at eye dialation and stuff but whatver it is its creepy. too creepy to keep ones sanity with I think.&nbsp; It feels like its alive and knows your there."<br><br>It can send you mad I swear it. If Mal wants to blow it up or sell it immediately to anyone who wants it I fully understand, I would like to see you all benefit from the deal though, credits always make days happier. "<br><br>"If you want to pull her to pieces and try and get whatever makes her tick working for this ship you have my blessings to try from my end. May want to check with Mal first as he may have other plans.&nbsp; There are two key sets, it opens automatically if one of the sets its within 5 feet of it. If you feel like a space walk to get in it and treat it like an adventure go nuts, if you want to wait until we have landed, fair enough too. You may regret doing it, but i am Glad you want to though because the idea of someone like you who understands engines poking your nose into alliance secrets would grate them NO end. Its the principal of thing anything to rub the alliance the wrong way sounds like a good plan in my book."<br><br>Natasha pressed a dull-black ellipse shape into Kaylee's hand.<br><br>"She is all yours"<br><br>Then smiled genuinely.
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				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 09:42:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i52.tinypic.com/2jcy7ua.jpg)</div>Reena walked hand-in-hand with Gustav Lempt, exhibiting the blushing shyness of a new bride. As they passed the kitchen and walked together to the entrance bay, she had eyes only for him. She had dressed before leaving the shuttle, as had he; she was now wearing a long blue gown (http://i51.tinypic.com/jpdbg1.jpg) that brought out the color of her eyes, and matching high-heeled shoes whose straps were studded with sapphires.<br><br>She gave the man a tender kiss on the lips, looking up at him to emphasize his height. "Until the next time, darling." He nodded gruffly and stumped out, not looking back; perhaps embarrassed to have to walk out past the crew after taking his pleasure with her. She smiled at him until the Serenity's bay doors slid closed, and then relaxed her face into a yawn. She delicately massaged her jaw, which hurt from giving him oral for so long, as she walked back towards the kitchen.<br><br>"Hello, gang, how's everyone doing today?" She had been ensconced with the mob boss all morning, having been retained all day; their session had been cut short by a panicked phone call from one of his associates. Something about his shipping business, she hadn't inquired... she just knew it was best that he left. Having tired sooner than he had hoped, as many men did, he was heading for an erectile failure that would set back their progress in restoring his self-image. She considered this almost clinically as she headed to the fridge and took out one of her strawberry fizz sodas, which were marketed under the name "Django". Reena had tasted real strawberries - they were grown at the Companion School - but she actually preferred the carbonated chemical brew that was a Django. She'd brought a case with her when she moved in.<br><br>She sat at the table with the others and took a few generous spoonfuls of the vegetables, reveling that they were on a planet that could supply such. Being familiar with gardens, she thought she would suggest to Mal that she might go produce shopping with some of the ship's budget. But not seeing their Captain, she instead smiled peacefully at the others, particularly River and Kaylee... waiting for the inevitable flow of gossip and news.
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 12:35:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Natasha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87320.msg3855975#msg3855975)<br></div><br>Hearing the sounds implying that the strange man on board had left the ship proved the ship had already landed. Gosh how long had Natasha slept ? Slept through the landing without waking ? This wasn't a good sign. Her body had been so used to stims, and was clawing lost sleep back in leaps and bounds. Deep sleeps were a luxury for some, but a weakness for ones of Natasha's ilk. <br><br>But it felt they must still be in space, why else wouldn't others want to be stretching their legs outside ? Then it made sense, if a ship like this was moving you can feel it in the vibrations and a slight background hum. Something&nbsp; time on that cooped up abomination of a craft had let her forget. AND Natasha was used to docking in Alliance ports free, to move about without needing to watch her own back. <br><br>Mals crew were smugglers. All wanted. And she was one of them now. Things were different. Very different.<br><br>Natasha's cheeks didn't flush when embarrassed, but a need to stretch her neck to relieve tension was her instinctual equivalent. Not piecing that together and saying something implying her mind was a little rattled wasnt the first impression she had in mind. Make a joke of it or it becomes more relevant, a fleeting statement, one more rhetorical.<br><br><strong>"Gosh sleeping through a landing ? Usually I sleep with one eye open, getting so comfortable for a place so new must be a sign of good company" </strong> followed by an laugh, a little hollow, it wasn't genuine, any who could read eyes would know it was embarrassment thinly veiled. <br><br>She had to stay away from those stims, they catch up with you. <br><br>How all moved among each other showed familiarity Natasha was envious of, briefly roles and names of those on board were explained but Reena had been occupied with business matters and now was the first time her form appeared.<br><br>Reena had smiled to River and Kaylee, that must have meant something. An unspoken understanding. Social dynamics wasn't her strong point, but something had to come together quickly. It was obvious this girl must be Reena but Reena didn't seem surprised seeing Natasha, none did, which meant Mal or others had explained what little agreement Nat had made with Mal, enough so obvious reasons were covered at least.<br><br>There was something calmingly familiar about Jayne. Most had known the types, and gosh they had their place. Something about people who were very intelligent could make Natasha nervous. But simple people like Jayne had an air which removed fear of undercurrents. Crude maybe, simple ? Refreshing so. In a verse full of variables, something solid and stable was welcome.<br><br>But nothing was solid and stable about the atmosphere Natasha felt now. Natasha was used to being the pretty one, used to being the one with all the aces. Used to being the one that was in control, knew more. But now all tables had turned. Mal was the one in control. Everyone else here knew more. And as far as being the pretty one ?<br><br>Natasha closed her eyes briefly while exhaling slowly. It was as if this crew was blessed with exotic appeal, Kaylee had cuteness in spades one couldn't help but adore. Jayne's pretense was a simple charm. Mal ? The rustic cowboy. River that graceful unpredictable air of mystery. Simon ? Not that Natasha really had talked to him, only seen him briefly while he was engrossed in the medical lab - Classic understated gentleman with looks to boot but Reena ? <br><br>Time not to come over as some idiot freak, at least not on first impressions. Hell Natasha was a bounty hunter where did this feeling come from ? <br><br><strong>"You must be Reena, I'm Natasha, recently X-Alliance and new enough for the change to still find me quite bewildered, a pleasure meeting you."</strong><br><br>Natasha nodded towards her respectfully. For the last five years all her immediate contacts while working for the Alliance had been Japanese. Western etiquette was a little rusty but head nodding, bowing, eye contact, not to mention chop sticks were second nature. But appropriate ? Did that come over as arrogant ? <br><br>Reena looked a dream. Reds and Blues usually clash, one has to be brave to try it, pull it off and its stunning, not that this girl needed to try to be so. Still how could eyes not be drawn to her like compass needles. And look at everyone else being so matter of fact about matters ! It was like they were immune ! How is that possible ?<br><br>Natasha's eyes darted to others to see if they could sense her awkwardness. <br><br>Reena was <em>breathtaking.<br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 04:19:09</strong>
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				Reena smiled at the new addition to the dining table. "Hello Natasha, nice to meet you too." She was trying hard to be casual, to use more common vocabulary, to stop illustrating every word with elegant hand motions. She went into a mode when she was working where everything she said or did was very deliberate, and it took a conscious effort to return to being "normal." She didn't want the crew to think of her as any different from them, so she was self-conscious at being too blatantly a Companion with them. Unless they entered her shuttle, which would be a different matter... not that any of them had, yet.<br><br>Reena politely ignored what Natasha had said about being ex-Alliance. She knew that River was wanted by the Alliance and that the rest of the crew weren't their favorites, but on a personal level Reena had no politics. She had grown up on a Core planet under the benevolent halo of the Alliance, so she didn't have the same feelings as those more cruelly used by them. She'd heard what had been done on Miranda, yes, but - anyone who knew their history knew that most bureaucracies produced atrocities, once they became large enough entities that sociopathic elements could find someplace to settle and gain influence. Besides, it wasn't as if the crew of the "Serenity" would need to actively fight the Alliance, not unless their cover was blown. Inara had helped them scrub the ship's serial number and they were now just another Firefly-class vessel, with Reena to appear as a public face if necessary.<br><br>Occupied by this line of thought, Reena didn't put Natasha through her usual scrutiny. Being amazingly good with body language and expressions, she was capable of a near-psychic insight into the motives and feelings of other people. Equaled only by River - when River was in the mood. So as Reena munched her vegetables she only noted that Natasha was slightly ill at ease, and desperately wanted to integrate herself into the group. As expected from a new hire, if Mal decided that's what she was.<br><br>"I suppose everyone is excited about going planetside?" she inquired. "Or does Mal have some sort of plans for you?" She herself did not answer to Mal unless it was an issue of security. She sipped her Django - ahh, that was better than a drug - and leaned one elbow on the table in a casual way. A casual, completely intentional and studied way. There was no escaping completely from the Companion training, which was by now stronger than second nature; it was her primary nature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 07:33:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Natasha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87320.msg3855975#msg3855975)<br></div><br><strong>"Reena means precious Jewel if I am not mistaken&nbsp; I know the Companion's Guild takes names seriously and wouldn't let you keep it while being part of their order if they themselves beleive otherwise. From where I am sitting you certainly fit the mold."</strong><br><br>That was stating the obvious, again envy of being able to talk easy seemed to dominate,<br>enough about her, Natasha your the newcommer, they want to know if your going to be a waste of their meals. Ships like this will not tolerate free loaders, even if they did there wasn't room enough for them not to get in the way. Speak it like it is hopefully others will see the reasons Mal thought of agreeing.<br><strong><br>"My role on board is yet to be formalized as yet, I think I will only relax once it is. From what I see this crew is lean and myself more supplemental. Its pretty obvious smuggling is what this ship does mostly, it certainly has a design perfect for it. <br><br>Something which removes the alliances ability to tax merchants. A direct blow to their core income. Im probably going to stay bitter about Miranda and don't feel I need to stop doing so, accepting and moving on isn't my style. Hatred from them doing so is just too" </strong><br><br>Natasha's cheek twitched involuntarily and shoulders moved as if to loosen muscles or some cramp in her neck.<br><strong><br>".. well one ship of ths size will not make much difference no matter what but its the principal of it that has me wanting to see here as my new home. Im the last of my family so dying doing something which is a thorn in their side is poetic enough for me."</strong><br><br>Natasha looked to the others, all likely knew each others background and purpose, reasons, roles, pet loves, hates, it made them all so much more colorful in Natasha mind than herself. Hell Natasha was wearing black and had been bounty hunting for as long as she could easily recall. Cooped up alone in a ship, flash as it may have been, the novelty of having it wears thin when you don't have friends to share the fact with. Everyone else seemed like they had a soul and seeing those on board it did feel like the best way to fill the void would be ... being with others which do. People who had a life a character not some spider preying on ones who fall into whatever web society dictates. It felt like everyone could see straight through her, even Jayne. And why shouldn't they be able to what ELSE could there be to see ? Think Natasha, none want someone who may as well be a ghost of principals past and discarded.<br><strong><br>"I offered Mal to aid with secure locks, doors, and security electronics when the times come and can be pretty sneaky and can hold my own and more in most fights. Nothing like what I beleive Jayne or River could do though, still one doesn't have to be the best to be appreciated if your on one's side and handy a gun Right ? " </strong><br><br>Natasha looked to Jayne saying that hopefully such that he could visualize some work he was typically assigned would be shared between them both, but being stuck waiting for others to react could look foolish so Natasha powered on.<br><br><strong>"Still I have not been assigned a room, Mal saw how tired I was an pointed to one to use for a while until such things were worked out. I have no idea who's it was either, so whoever's it may have been thanks."<br></strong><br>Ok, good, clearing up dues of thanks for being imposed on short notice ... still there was so much more to go.&nbsp; Natasha's eyes flashed back to Reena.<br><br>Omg those curves. How can not ALL women be bi ? I mean really. Hair, elegant nails, high heels, hips, neck, eye lashes. How can this not be appealing to ALL souls ? How she seemed to .... <br><br><strong>"THat man that you just escorted out, he and you ? um ... "<br></strong><br><div align="center">(http://www.stardusttrailers.com/gallery_film/Aeon_Flux%28210610085637%29aeon_flux_3.jpg)<br></div><div align="center">&lt;Well, I heard that is against companion rules to have liaisons with the crew but my role on board has yet to be managed. I do have a ship which I am happy to give over to this crew for them to use as they see fit if its value would be enough to permit .. um Is your service something I can talk to Mal or other crew or your guild world superiors of ?&gt;</div><br>Omg did I say that ? In front of everyone ? First impressions ? Natasha stretched her neck again and looked to the roof for no reason. The second stretch in 2 minutes. All must see that for what it is. Natasha looked back to the table ... no she hadn't said it she <span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>thought </strong></em></span>it... so what <em>else </em>happened ? Tracing back behavior made her regret trying. She was staring at Reena's curves, forgetting she was a person, forgetting that simply being of a nature which made it awkward for any other crew member could be enough for her to be dumped even before she could be of use. She was perving blatantly like teenagers do ! Natasha's jaw snapped shut. She had it open ? Oh no. How much ? <br><br>Natasha bit her own cheek hard while she shifted in her chair uncomfortably. She hated herself for being like this. After exhaling audibly Natasha looked to the others trying her best to not look at Reena.<br><strong><br>"Please all of you forgive me, bounty hunters spent most of their time alone in deep space, And other people become abstract too quickly. Simple courteousness or appropriate etiquette is something it takes us a while to relearn, most never do which is why none hear romantic stories of us. Seems my behavior just now proves we don't deserve them.<br><br>Still, secure locks aside, what I am better than you may think I may is cooking traditional Japanese food. <br><br>Im not sure if its all your tastes, but if you can tolerate trying to relearn social skills again or more likely not ever having them in areas one would hope or should, I can reward your tolerance by being a residence chef, I only know how to cook Japanese however, so requests for anything italian or french will likely result in disaster."</strong><br><br>Appealing to others stomachs could work. Oh <span class="bbc_u">please </span>let at least two adore Japanese food, a critical amount.. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 08:45:20</strong>
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				Reena smiled politely as Natasha praised her as a precious jewel. "That's very kind of you, I actually chose my name when I completed my Companion training. I do try to be of value." She made a mental note that the dark-haired woman was either very good with languages, or had done some checking up on her.<br><br>She listened with interest as Natasha talked about smuggling, and the design of the crew. "I think you'll find that the crew of the 'Serenity' is a good deal more versatile than you would imagine. Certainly a Firefly does have those convenient little nooks, but smuggling is hardly all that they get up to... I'll leave it to Mal and the others to fill you in more." She smiled modestly. "I am rather peripheral to all of that." She waved her hand, signifying that 'all of that' was not such a big deal. "As to your feelings on the Alliance... many here would share them." She diplomatically did not mention her own feelings on the subject.<br><br>To the rest of the woman's speech, Reena tried not to wince; the newcomer had inadvertently hit a nerve when she mentioned the empty room. The crew had suffered some deaths just before she herself had been taken on... not that Natasha could have known. When she came back to Reena's client - the woman seemed to be a nervous talker - that was safer ground.<br><br>Reena replied, "Yes, that man was a client. Bids for my services are submitted through the guild's comm network, and I select who I will be seeing long before we land planetside. Though 'planet' is sometimes pushing it - we land on some of the most interesting little moons, satellites, all of that." When Natasha continued into what sounded like a nervous breakdown, segueing into an offer to cook, Reena tried not to show her distress. Hopefully Kaylee would take care of this; when it came to sheer comfort, Kaylee was the best.<br><br>So she stuck to saying, "Hate to break it to you, but times like this when we can get fresh food are not common. So there's not an awful lot of cooking to be done." Protein supplements, and canned meals when they were lucky... that was the usual fare of the <em>Serenity</em>. "You must be used to Alliance military rations," she continued, "those of us who have to buy such things can't often afford them. Many of the planets like this one, that grow their own food, don't export it." Yes, maybe they could get past this taut emotional moment by talking about food... hopefully so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 16:06:44</strong>
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				Jayne was in his room for most of the ladies’ conversation, but by time he got back, he’d noticed the kitchen/dining area had turned into some hen session. It was bad enough that he had to deal with River on board, or the chances that he’d walk in on some random roll in the oil that Kaylee and the good doctor would be in. Now he had to deal with the resident who…companion, and who…exactly…was this bundle of joy here?<br><br>He stole a glance at Natasha as he grabbed some water, offering a grunt or nod to anyone who’d noticed him enter. He made sure to stay clear away from Reena…something about her made him think of all the good things in life, and the bad things he could do to her. Not necessarily the worst thing to happen, but it could cause all kinds of havoc if he suddenly tried to take her over the table while all her friends were watching…ahhh shit…he wasn’t far enough away. He was a few seconds from pitching a tent and seeing Kaylee sitting on the companion’s face as he treated Renna like a pumping station before he was able to get his composure back.<br><br>Yeah…all kinds of havoc. He came out of his sexually charged daydream to hear the new girl…Natasha, he believed she was called, talk about her dislike of the Alliance. Well, she was certainly on the right ship. Jayne didn’t give a go ci* about who killed what and when, though even he had to admit that Miranda was bad…they managed to kill an entire colony, and created the worst goram scourge the verse has seen yet. If sure as hell wasn’t the best way to make friends.<br><br>When she’d mentioned that she may not have been as good in a fight as he was, well…what’s a man to do? He had to see the truth in it, especially since Book died. Shame he had to go all Sheppard before he left…it might have been interesting to see him work. In any case, the girl looked like she could handle herself just fine. There’s only so much bluff you can do with a body as streamlined and toned as hers was. If she wasn’t handy in a fight, it wouldn’t take him long to get her to be. A little wrestling never hurt nobody…wait. Did Reena move? No…no, that was him. He took another sip of water.<br><br>Jayne’s eyes squinted some as he looked over Natasha some more. This time he was trying to figure out why she was so…ahhhh, Reena! So that’s how her ship drifted, huh? Well…he’d still teach her…he’d just have to charge her instead. When Reena talked about the lack of fresh food, Jayne quickly quipped “We don’t get to stick around for too long to enjoy those fancy restaurants we stole from, and then we don’t get a share of what we stole because we have to sell it all. Gujun de huon dan.*”<br><br>*Go ci - dog excrement<br>*Gujun de huon dan - A true bastard<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 18:03:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Natasha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87320.msg3855975#msg3855975)<br></div><br>Talking helped. Those silent exchanges were a <em>lot </em>worse.<br><br>The silent look Jayne gave Natasha was what Natasha had known before. A challenge still it was familiar.<br><br>They would have a mock fight, such thins were good for staying in form. Most assumed those like Natasha had skills which would beat men like Jayne but it wasn't true in practice. Natasha likely had better technique, more training. Better at avoiding being hit, more flexible absolutely. Better training in pressure points but there was two things those like Jayne were good at which made all the difference. Firstly they were experienced in taking blows and still keeping focused, that cant be taught that is experience only hands down. Secondly when those like Jayne hit, they hit hard. Training or not, receiving a full blow from someone who was strong which connected a hit wasn't something you walked away smiling about because you have a black belt in this or that. It was something that changed everything in a heart beat. Natasha was a black belt in Akido but if Jayne did connect, it would be lights out. Game over. For Natasha to win she would have to do many or hit absolutely perfectly or do several blows. Her winning was dependent on more things it was that simple. Still training with another, fun or not was needed to stay in form, and this ship didn't have those holographic training program things alliance ships did. <br><br><strong>"I'm slowly figgering out how you all manage to get but or stay on top of things. May be a while"<br></strong><br>Suggesting she would need time to work things out usually was a disarming thing for those used to being surrounded by more intelligent people owning conversation topics.&nbsp; It may be who she was closed to was Jayne, pride aside all friendship options helped once you cut ties with any you had, anything else was important.<br><br><strong>"Jayne I would like to regularly spar with you, to stay in form. I may fight differently, and likely will hate you every time afterward walking away bruised and battered, but its the only way I can keep ready for when it counts with others keen on doing worse"<br></strong><br>Getting used to being beaten up by Jayne ? Hmm. <br><strong><br>"Just don't tell me I can't kick, or use grappling nor hit me directly square in the face, side on I will manage, stomach or whatever fine. But well I like my nose how it is even if Simon could fix it in minutes, minutes without being how it should be is enough for me to be a little tentative for keeping a schedule for another chapter of it"</strong><br><br>It was obvious to all Natasha was more than a little taken by Reena, if pride was lost not managing hiding it well perhaps some could be salvaged by managing it amicably.<br><strong><br>"As far as versitile goes, its more me worried about proving to be so as I am sure you all have already simply being here"</strong> Natasha spoke slowly. Keeping her facial expressions as neutral as she could.<br><br>More than smuggling. Hmm. Really ? Like what ? Natasha looked confused. Each time alliance ship descriptions brought up firefly's by her computer "smugglers craft" flashed constantly. But of course it wasn't true of this ship. -This- ship revealed <em>Miranda</em>. Famous to some, infamous to some also. Smugglers were ones trusted to do what was right in a way that was not to normal standards, but not bad enough to be ones all ethics were dismissed for. Some shade of grey not quite like most others.<br><br>Natasha noticed that Reena's face seemed to flatten talking of where she had slept. <br><br>Perhaps someone was forced to sleep in a corridor for an evening, one who didn't deserve to ? <br><br>If so who ? <br><br>Time will tell, they will show themselves, likely not in a positive way but still one thing at a time.<br><br>Still food was a common interested voiced by both.<br><br><strong>"If I can cook then no need to hang around until others make it. Raw ingredients is enough, and you dont need many if they are the right ones. With a decent freezer it doesn't have to be fresh for it to be worth it. Perhaps not restaurant quality but better than what most ships offer, either way I would like to try my hand at it, credits I have earned have to be good for something right?"<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 18:18:23</strong>
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				"There is an empty room for you we lost our last pilot and his wife left, she just needed to move on they were my friends but it would be nice to have the room in use and your with us now. You have to ask the Captn'. As for nooks there are lots of those Simon ans I were exploring and got all sweaty in more than a few of em'. By the way Reena River and I want to get off the ship care to come along you could maybe help me by some pretty things for Simon I can afford maybe some lipstick.," she says as she cuddles River playfully.<br><br>"And Serenity is ready to go, finally got a decent part off one of the Alliance ships from the big battle and some extras, even managed to tweak in some better detection equipement uppin' our range more thaqn a little and a communications boost in range. Just went in there and She told me what She wanted.,"&nbsp; &nbsp;said that last bit patting the hull of Serenity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 05:09:21</strong>
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				River continued to eat. She appeared to be perfectly content, if a bit quiet and thoughtful for her. None of the crew gave her bad feelings, not even Jayne. And the only way Mal let anyone on the ship was if they could pass the River test.<br><br>They were all good people. She liked being around them. And Simon had found happiness with Kaylee. Everything happened for a reason. Finishing her food, she hopped up on the counter, legs swinging back and forth.<br><br>She looked over at Jayne and gave him a little smile, as if she could see what was going through his mind. Giggling, she took a drink. "So when are we going to go?" she asked. "I can't wait to get off this ship!" Even if it was only for a little while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 11:34:22</strong>
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				Kaylee clarified who's room Natasha was staying in and most faces slumped a little. <br><br>Whoever they were they were well liked.<br><br><strong>"I'm really sorry to hear that, if any want me to not use it or wait a while or whatever I respect it I really do."</strong> Leaving miranda without casualties was unthinkable, but loosing one or two to a tight knit crew - well ... perhaps a fresh face may close past chapters a little faster. Damn, walked right into that one.<strong> "thanks for telling me though Kaylee, explains a few things. I was on edge before thinking that well ... you know, "</strong><br><br>A quick drink of water made talking easier.<br><br>River talked. That seemed rare. She seemed to drift about for hours absolutely silent. Not quiet Silent, like a panther or something, not even staring at things, like her eyes were seeing ghosts or something all the while probably with an awareness of everything about her without looking at it. How could someone like river do all those things those videos showed. <br><br>Natasha knew judo and akido. <br><br>River seemed to know EVERYTHING, it was like they somehow forced the knowledge of all masters of all martial arts into that girls head and a few psychics to boot. And she could snap any moment. No warning. None. Gesh how do you get used to being about someone like that ? Then staring at her answered. Because she was grace. Natash sniggered to herself under her breath. <br><strong><br>"What people would do to have a brother like yours River I don't want to know. Him prying you out of the jaws of the alliance alone, and you managing well ... the obvious I guess. You saved me from unknowingly serving a company which killed my family, so I feel in debt to you and frustrated knowing I willingly helped in the past to track you down for those creeps, so I'm feeling a little ashamed as well, and have a little karma to clense"</strong><br><br>Natasha thought it best to lay past skeletons out than risk the wrath of someone like river or Simon if they found out another way, letting them think about doing so now for long though wasn't smart. But Ntasha had an ace.<br><br>Literally<br><br>Natasha produced her cred-card and grinned a smile at each about in turn.<br><strong><br>"By my estimates I have about a month or two they figure out I'm working for Mal, and the moment that happens my creds may will be frozen or more likely tracked which is worse, it will be a trail for one that used to be like me to follow. Which means ... " </strong><br><br>Natasha stood and stretched while saying the last words very loudly.. as well as the next<br><br><strong>"I think that life should owe you lot some <span class="bbc_u">thanks </span>for what you all did. And thanks by having a higher wanted sum on your heads isnt quite what I think is right. Now I am sure where we are now may not have the options like what most cities do but the next three stops lets empty this baby, so I can take my money and run and others here can have a little thankyou prize from the verse. <br><br>Whatever I don't clear outright after we stop the third time, I move the remaining creds to gold or something hard. Anything which people don't ask too many questions about and can't traced, if I can do so here I will.<br><br>Now Jayne I know you like your weapons, think of what you want and the next place we stop that has a chance of selling one - all yours. In the meantime, its been FAR to long since I did a proper girly shop and I find myself without any soaps, about to run out of deodorant .... and perfume ? I cant recall the last time I bought some. <br><br>The boys I can by toys for later but for now girls lets go shopping, compliments the alliance ! If nothing else perhaps we can fill this lady's tanks - I mean Serenity and stock her larders with something decent to eat, but I wouldn't say no to a dress and some hair dyes also, a few more looks up one's sleeve always is a sensible thing."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 19:01:01</strong>
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				"SHINY!!! And Simon is a great guy and a top doctor. So River how do you feel about buying some new clothes and pretties, and strawberries I want a big batch of real strawberries and cream. And out here you want platinum coins those are good everywhere pretty much most banks can handle that.," she says thinking about strawberries and cream and eating it off the Companion flashes into her mind then mentions her idea for money to have on hand.<br><br>"Reena will you come with me I don't know much about pretties and makeup, I could use your advice and some pointers from a real Companion?," she asks Reena.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 23:58:43</strong>
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				The next person to join the crew in the dining area was Chase Brannigan. When he was sober he was one of the finest rangers to be found, and while at this precise moment in time he <em>was</em> sober but it was so fresh one could still get the smell of cheap whiskey on his breath. His hat was resting on his golden hair, not out of a matter of style but to keep some light out of his eyes. He had no head for light. Not today. Otherwise adorned in a simple brown t-shirt that clung too his well formed chest and a pair of clearly well used grey jeans, heavy boots that had stepped on a fair few heads clanked against the floor. "And how are all my crew mates on this fine....day?" Was it day? Was it night? Hard to tell. Chase hadn't checked the time in he didn't know how long. <br><br>Regardless he fetched himself a little water. That was all he wanted, no food or nothing, just some water. Being an alcoholic meant you had a fair idea how to handle your hangovers, although his personal favorite method to prevent a hangover was to just not stop drinking. Taking a seat with the others the ranger took only the most brief of moment to glance around and see who was present and who wasn't. There was Kaylee....she was a <em>really</em> upbeat mechanic. Not the worst trait to have, and if him being on the ship meant there was an extra person to do dirty jobs and save her from doing then he was glad. There galaxy could be a crappy place when it wanted to be, someone being upbeat was worth protecting. Then there was Natasha, he wasn't all that sure what she did...but she walked confident and she was certainly a gunslinger. She had that walk that suggested she was used to the weight of a gun hanging from one side. There was Jayne, like Kaylee he was one of the ships more veteran crew members and from what Chase had seen thus far, he was most certainly a man he'd share a drink with. There was...similar stock in the two of them. <br><br>Then there was River....a younger girl then should be living the kind of life they were having, and she was a strange one. But the more experienced folk on the ship seemed to trust her well enough and for now that was good enough for him. Last but most certainly not least was Reena....Mmmm Reena. If he was a wealthier man. Regardless, Mr. Brannigan took a deep sip from little tin cup of water before putting his head down and breathing in deep through the nose. Never again. <em>Yeah right</em>. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 11:32:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Natasha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87320.msg3855975#msg3855975)<br></div><br><strong>"You must be Chase" </strong>Natasha noticed the new commer and saluted informally without a trace of mocking or pretension.<br><br>She knew what it was like to nurse a hangover, being socially triggered to do anything that required mutual coordination or any coordination for that matter was an insult unto itself. Furthermore talking too much or forcing the right introduction during such a time equally so.<br><strong><br>"I'm Natasha, X-alliance bounty hunter. One of many tasked trying tog get river back into their clutches. One of many who failed, but as far as I can tell the first of my kind to want to side with her. Betrayer to the alliance determinately, but before being so I was a betrayer to what is good by helping them with something so unethical in the first place. Still money sings for those without loyalties to such things and I have a little to reward those who did keep true to the right good. <br><br>Us ladies are going to see what goodies we can line Serenity with from this place. Just as I told Jayne, happy to for everyone on board,<br><br>Take your time thinking of what makes your life a little easier which you can keep on the ship without it getting in anyones way and perhaps the next stop or so if we settle on a core world could see it in your clutches. Thinking of one when your minds about you though is something you wont regret. When that time comes I will be happy to hear what that may be or at leas to say hi properly" </strong><br><br>Natasha started walking out and with a flurry of hand gestures motioned Reena, Kaylee and River to accompany her.<br><br>Just before Natasha disappeared out of view from Chase she looked back to him briefly.<br><br><strong>"In the meantime I will try and get some kidney and liver tonic tablets, not just for you, they are gold when ones head is throbbing from a night of carelessness, a monster of the verse which finds everyone sometime or later. Jayne, Chase, tell Mal where we are if he asks before we are back ok ?"</strong><br><br>She said with a wink before walking in bold steps away from the eating area. <br><br>As the cargo bay doors were opening Natasha checked her gun, ensured it was ready then placed it back in her holster.<br><br><strong>"Girls best friend never leave home without it, well second best friend, after this puppy" </strong> After seeing to her gun Natasha patted where she kept her cred-card. <br><br>When the bay doors finally yawned open to reveal a beckoning tropical paradise, Natasha greeted it with long fast strides. <br><br><strong>"Ahh green ! Sounds of birds ! <em>FRESH </em>air ! Sometimes I forget such wonders exist."</strong><br><br><div align="center">*<br>Thread branch : Boarder planet Paiout &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87838.0)<br>*<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 15:32:26</strong>
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				"Oh, just a moment!" Reena said quickly to the girls, and ran back to her shuttle. They talked so carelessly about going out, as if it were so simple - maybe it was, for them. She buckled a purse around her waist so she could carry her credit chip, her Companion papers, and other small necessaries. She debated changing into something more dramatic than her blue dress, but decided to save the fancy stuff for Valhalla; though pretty, Shangrila was a simple place. She found the matching blue veil, which was trimmed with golden bells and attached to her ears, hiding her face besides her eyes. The blue silk was slightly translucent, but it was impossible to make out her features clearly. It was one of the Companion guidelines that Reena tried to follow: only showing one's full beauty to those who had paid for it.<br><br>She caught up to them, saying, "Ready! Now we can shop all afternoon. I'm not sure which I'm looking forward to more... being surrounded by fresh food, or playing dress-up with Kaylee." She caught Kaylee's hand and squeezed it playfully. "You're going to be like my doll.... Simon won't recognize you when I'm done." Having eyed the fit of his tailored waistcoats whenever she thought no one was looking, she knew that the good Doctor had excellent taste in clothes. Though he professed to love the old, engine oil-covered Kaylee, Reena was interested to see what he'd say to a Companion makeover.<br><br>She realized she was ignoring the other two, and gave them a smile. "River, Natasha, I'll do your make-up too if you like." She meant to be friendly to everyone, but something about River made her shy, and she was still feeling out Natasha. Natasha definitely wanted to be close, but Reena would keep her at arm's length until she had a better idea of who the woman was... and why she sometimes looked uncomfortable, physically so, when she looked at the Companion. There was a mystery there, to be sure.<br><br>(Heading to this thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87838.0) to do some shopping in Shangrila.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 13:32:03</strong>
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				"I think I may have bit off more than I was expectin' asking you for just some advice.," Kaylee plays at getting away for a minute then signing lets the Companion drag her off to her horrible fate.<br><br>"I'm not sure if you are buyin' me pretties and sparly things I hope I don't mess them up, I'm a mechanic after all maybe we should be buyin' things to store them in to to keep em' nice.," she says practically knowing coveralls, common clothes and oil are her usual outfits.<br><br>with Reena --&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 09:28:29</strong>
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				River's eyes grew slowly brighter as the talk continued around her. Shopping! Proper shopping. It'd been so long. She started to grin and nodded eagerly. "I'd love that," she said, hopping down from the counter and twirling around in giddy excitement.<br><br>She wouldn't even have to spend any of her own money! It had taken some skillful negotiation to convince Simon to let her have charge of her own finances. What little she had. Well, she was truly earning her place among the crew so it was a fair share of the profits she got.<br><br>Nodding at Reena, she raced out of the apartment to get something to cover her head with. The more she could disguise her appearance, the better. Oh, and a jacket, a couple knives for defense, and her bag. Soon enough she was ready to go. With a cheery wave to Chase and a kiss blown to Jayne, she was out the door.<br><br>(To Border Planet)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 17:12:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Natasha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87320.msg3855975#msg3855975)<br></div><br>&nbsp;Continued from &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87838.msg4203253#msg4203253)<br><br>Natasha entered her own ship to retrieve a small bag before entering the airlock of Serenity. Fast paces towards the dining area while rummaging through it would sound foolish, But Natasha had a cat's ease about her, she had only been on the ship a few days but it felt familiar, like the ship had its own personality, guiding her steps to see Natasha to where she wanted to go. <br><br><div align="center"><strong>Serenity Dining Area</strong></div><br>Even when seated at the dining area Natasha didn't look up from the bag.<br><br><strong>"Argh here you both are"</strong><br><br>She produced two strange knife-looking devices on the table then placed her back down near her feet with a heavy clunk.<br><br>One she took out of its cover and to the untrained eye it seemed like a dagger made of ice. Didn't even look sharp. Pointless really, more like a work of art but a simple, humble one. Nothing really ornate about it, it being transparent seemed the only thing strange about it, well that and it's blade more or less didn't exist, its point seemed rounded also.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 21:04:01</strong>
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				(( Simon says: ))<br><br>Once the perceived "threat" had dissipated, Simon became more aware of the tightening of the muscles in his back which actually made movement difficult, and caused a little grimace to appear.&nbsp; As a physician he would know it was all part of that flight or fight syndrome which he thought he understood in his anthropological and physiological studies.&nbsp; It wasn't until he became a fugitive from justice with the full weight of the Alliance government thrown behind the effort to track him down did he truly understand the phenomena.<br><br>"Yes, of course ... "&nbsp; He really had no intention of befriending the man. After all, the past few months had taught him to be distrustful of ... well ... practically everyone.&nbsp; Being pummeled with fists, shot at, set up to be arrested, threatened with being ejected from the ship in deep space or abandoned on a strange hostile planet tended to do that to a person.&nbsp; And that was just from his shipmates.&nbsp; No, he wasn't looking to befriend anyone at the moment, especially given the way the man had taken to River.&nbsp; Or perhaps ... because the way River had warmed up to the man.&nbsp; It wasn't as if Simon had anyone he could talk to about the challenges of fatherhood. "... I'm just protective of my sister, I'm sure you understand."<br><br>Simon started to go on by mentioning River's age, but thought better of it.&nbsp; To Simon, her age should be a deterrant to any sort if impure thoughts.&nbsp; For some men, it would be one of her selling points.&nbsp; Nonetheless, Simon extended his hand to shake.&nbsp; After all, it would be rude not to.&nbsp; After all, out here, proper manners are even more important in helping him hang on to his identity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 22:14:07</strong>
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				River glanced askance at her brother. She liked Willie! Why didn't Simon? Of course a brother's thoughts about a strange man who had followed his sister onto their ship and was apparently going to be staying with them would be quite a bit different than her own very positive impressions of the Shepherd. She reached out to lay a hand on Simon's arm, willing him to calm down and not worry too much. Soothing waves emanated from the young woman.<br><br>"I'll join you soon," she assured them. Waving blithely, she headed towards the bridge. She loved flying. Where they were going next, she didn't know. But that was part of the excitement. Their visit to Paiout had been successful in one sense. <br><br>"So, Captain, how did things go on your end?" she asked as she took her seat and began to ready the ship for their departure. She brushed her hair over her shoulder and leaned forward. Though she wasn't looking at Mal, there was the distinct sense she was paying attention to his answer. Her hands moved without thinking. However, she was still working faster and more efficiently than any other two people would have been able to with their attention completely focused on the task at hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shjade</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 08:46:59</strong>
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				The Captain made no stop-offs en route to the bridge, beelining to navigation thereon at as brisk a pace as he could manage while being sure the girl would keep on his heels. It wasn't that he felt a need to rush exactly, it just had him on edge, that something he couldn't place.&nbsp; On the surface all was well enough: he nodded to River's query, even gave her a little smile to brush it off as he said, "Not much as could've happened to go better," but he couldn't shake the nerves underneath. He could, however, ignore them. He'd worked through worse anxieties. "Set us up a route to Beaumonde. We've a stop to make just the other side of the market here for cargo pickup, then we head that way. Quieter would be better. I've no special need to chat with anyone on the way, Alliance or otherwise, and just as well like it if they'd stop to see us either."<br><br>He stopped then, hand at rest on a blank panel. "How did you come by a shepherd on your own out there? No offense to your brother's intent, I can see he cares for you plenty yet, but I've seen you turning to a right young lady here on my very ship, one with a mind works like it's not a gun and everything. So what possessed you to go off alone and bring a stray home? If it's for me, honest, I don't need no pets. Got no time to look after one and he doesn't look housebroken anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 03:17:17</strong>
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				River nodded and began to set them up on a route that would take them to the docking area for the market and from there on to Beaumonde. She'd heard a lot about that planet and was very much looking forward to visiting. It sounded so nice! And much more civilized than Paiout.<br><br>Had any of the others realized that the planet's name was an anagram for Utopia? And the names of its cities associated with the different paradises of various mythologies? Head bent over the screen, she programmed a route that would take them a little longer but reduced the odds of being intercepted by the Alliance to almost zero.<br><br>"He found me, Captain," she said, looking up at him. "Very curious, no?" The River that no one on the ship ever forgot was there was peeking through. "He intrigues me. There's something different about him and whatever it is, I like it. I don't think he's any danger to us. And if he is, I'll deal with it."<br><br>She looked away from Mal back to the controls. "He needed a ship, we need revenue. I'll take full responsibility for him and his actions while he's here." River frowned. Neither Simon nor Mal seemed to have taken to the Shepherd. "Why don't you like him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shjade</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 04:55:06</strong>
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				Malcolm put on that trickster smile of his again. "Now why would you say that, me the fine Book-following, upstanding gentleman that I am? I'm sure the man'll pay his way and be on it in good time." He added, stepping over the bulkhead, "Just like the last one."<br><br>Fireflies weren't known for their longevity. They could be durable ships and they'd get you where you were going, you treated them right. Still and all, they weren't any 'Verse-hopping cruisers. They'd wink on here, wink out there, skip from world to world, keep on landing to keep on rising. Fireflies were night-fliers for short passes and short-term plans. Those that picked them, crews and cargo alike, tended to reflect that, given time. Sometimes given too little.<br><br>The muffled clang of his boots tramping down the metal corridor died away upon reaching his ladder, shoving it inward to open his room and climb down the rungs. The early pay came out of his coat in a jingling pouch. It was good to have pay again. Work had been sparse too long, likely to stay that way a while longer. Still, let it get around they had any pay at all ahead of work and things could get sticky. He stashed the up-front payment in a drawer and locked it away; he'd pool it with the back end when the job was done, keep things simple. Not like Jayne needed any new reasons to get tetchy.<br><br>Speaking of Jayne, where was the big man? Wasn't like him to be unseen too long unless he wasn't doing something he oughtta, or the other way. Make a man nervous not hearing from the loudest one on the crew with so many new faces around. Malcolm closed his hatch off and headed down the corridor to the mess to see who all was together. Everybody had to be someplace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 17:52:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;Simon says: <br><br>Simon had made a quick group introduction as the ladies were gathered at the table looking at something which, to Simon, appeared to be some ornate acrylic decorative daggars or something, though he wasn't especially interested at the moment.&nbsp; Kaylee had responded with a cheerful but still- distracted "Hello" and little wave before returning her attention to where it had been.&nbsp; Interesting that she was no longer greeting him in that way she always had before, like.. well, like a schoolgirl with a crush.&nbsp; Though it had sometimes made him uncomfortable in the past, he also revelled in the knowledge that someone felt that way about him.&nbsp; And now, he was beginning to wonder where the relationship would lead now that the magic seemed to be waning and all they had was the sex. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87328.msg4275569#msg4275569">Quote from: EroticWinged on 18-02-2011, 14:27:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“So, what’s our destination?” he said, directing the question to Simon as the captain came into the mess.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Simon's professional background had made him the sort of person who didn't like saying "I don't know" in response to a question or challenge.&nbsp; He hesitated a moment, as if trying to figure out an alternate response which would say the same thing.&nbsp; He was about to break the news to the Shepherd that he hadn't a clue when he saw the Captain coming through the door.<br><br>"Ah, there's the Captain.. Mal, I believe you already know <em>Shepherd</em> .. Howlett."&nbsp; He hesitated a moment, making sure he remembered his last name correctly.&nbsp; He'd started to say "William" but wasn't sure if "Willie" was just a nickname or if it might be his real name.&nbsp; Just one more reminder of the difference between his society and everyone else. But the way he paused after saying "shepherd" might have been deliberate.&nbsp; Simon's attitude had just changed to one of being back in control as the situation just gave him some element of control over the captain's emotions.&nbsp; He had already heard Mal refer to the man as Shepherd, but wanted to bring the point home again to see if he could elicit some sort of negative response, knowing Mal's feelings toward men of the cloth.&nbsp; Aside from sex with Kaylee, this was as fun as it would get for the uptight core-world surgeon. &nbsp; "Shepherd, perhaps it would be best if we all heard it from the horse's mouth.&nbsp; So, Captain, where are we going?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shjade</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 21:32:02</strong>
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				"Why, yes, <em>Doctor</em>," said Mal, teasingly returning that inflection back at Simon, "I do believe we got acquainted 'round about the time you were set to challenge the man to a friendly round of fisticuffs or some such. Whatever it is your types do about offenses to your honor and besmirching your...smirches. And I am not a horse!"<br><br>The Captain took up a post at one end of the table, arms crossed to survey his crew and passengers over the wall of limbs. In his most host-resembling tone he informed them, "We've a stop to make just up the way, pick up a few things to take off-world with us as they're wanted somewhere not here. After, we'll see our way to Beaumonde and drop-off. Free to take off there as well, Shepherd, or stay on if that's not your kind of city. I understand the numbers of the faithful are fair low in those parts; wouldn't blame you for wanting greener pastures to do your shearing. That is what you do with the sheep when they grow up, isn't it? I was never too clear on that part."<br><br>Nor did he wait for clarification. "Doctor, I'll be having you check in on our new cargo time to time when it arrives. I'm told it'll look after itself and that's what I like to hear, which makes me think it don't mean much to hear it. You let me know if those containers aren't doing what they're meant to be doing. Get Kaylee to help you if need be, just make sure what starts healthy stays that way." Toward Kaylee he added, "And don't let me catch you riding your responsibilities, little Kaylee. I won't have honest work fouled up over fun, dong ma?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 02:27:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Now Cap'n, you know me..." &nbsp;<strong>Kaylee</strong> responded, coming 'round the table to nuzzle up against Simon.. "I always put business ahead of pleasure..."&nbsp; Now at Simon's side, she runs her hand up under his shirt and looks up at him with a playful sort of longing.. "Isn't that right, <em>Doctor</em> Tam?" &nbsp;then looking back at the captain, her voice now the old chipper and excitable Kaylee, as if sex with Simon was the last thing on her mind.&nbsp; "So, what's the cargo? Are we gonna be smuggling black market beagles?" &nbsp;<br><br>=========<br><br>&nbsp;"<em>Cats</em>, most likely" <strong>Simon</strong> joined in as if on cue.&nbsp; "The captain said the cargo will look after itself" he continued, like a teacher giving a lecture.. or a doctor on rounds with interns in tow...&nbsp; "Cats are prone to taking care of themselves more readily than dogs" looking down at Kaylee now as if she was the only student in the room "For instance, cats are prone to giving themselves baths.&nbsp; You've never seen a dog bathing and grooming itself, have you?" &nbsp;<br><br>=======<br><br>"Only in the one spot" responded <strong>Kaylee</strong> with a snicker.&nbsp; "So, Cap'n, is it cats?&nbsp; Please say it's cats.&nbsp; I love cats."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shjade</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 18:32:12</strong>
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				"I said I'm told. Don't put too much in reassurances I haven't checked out myself. If I believed all the packaging claims I'd keep the cargo in my bunk and dream of pretty fairies every night until we land. Much as the idea appeals I think I'll let it stay in the bay just the same where it's far away from everyone else who doesn't need to be there looking in on it. No need for any particular alarm, just don't go gettin' curious and peek inside the box. What we don't need to know we don't need to know. Pick it up, drop it off, do the job, get paid. You can pet cats what aren't locked up to go cross-world if we ever have any. Which we won't.<br><br>"Any other questions? Good! Glad to hear it." Malcolm moved behind the counter island into the galley then, closing the subject by preparing dinner for himself. This uses the term "preparing" loosely given how little one actually has to do (or even <em>can</em> do) to the various protein ration packages they carried for their necessaries. Mostly he slapped a few elements together on a sectioned plate and his meal was as ready as it got.<br><br>A seat at the table, the closest clean utensil in hand, and the Captain tucked in. Sometimes the crew seemed more like family gathering around the table, sharing stories and laughing together. Sometimes it was just a come-as-you-want exercise to sate hunger. Mechanics of survival, just another part of moving forward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 00:59:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87328.msg4358077#msg4358077">Quote from: Shjade on 11-03-2011, 18:32:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> No need for any particular alarm, just don't go gettin' curious and peek inside the box. What we don't need to know we don't need to know ... <br>"Any other questions? Good! Glad to hear it." Malcolm moved behind the counter island into the galley then, closing the subject by preparing dinner for himself. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Okie dokie" <strong>Kaylee</strong> whispered, knowing when to take the hint the conversation with the captain was terminated, yet true to her character, she wasn't ready to give up a woman's right to the last word on the subject. "No cats, no dogs, just a mongrel stray captain too cheap to buy the parts we need to keep the life support system functioning properly..." &nbsp;trailing off as she exited the dining area for the engine compartment to do all the last minute checks recommended in conjunction with the takeoff.<br><br>-------------------------------------------<br><br><strong>Simon</strong>, however, wasn't content to let the conversation drop.&nbsp; "While not easily confused by most things, Captain, I have to confess, you've left me confused yet again.&nbsp; How is it I'm supposed to check on the condition of this mysterious cargo when I'm not allowed to even know what the cargo is?&nbsp; Perhaps there's some research I need to do before hand? Something that needs to be purchased planet-side before we leave?&nbsp; Special nutritional requirements?&nbsp; Immunizations for the crew and passengers?&nbsp; Mozart to help them sleep at night?"<br><br>Simon considered the possibility that the captain might not be wanting to reveal the secret nature of the less-than-legal cargo in front of the new passenger. Why, then, did he mention it at all, making it sound so intriguingly mysterious?
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shjade</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 01:58:38</strong>
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				Between bites the Captain managed a casual-if-annoyed explanation that "the equipment storing the goods is medical-grade, or oughtta be. Figure as you're the one aboard used to dealing with the lightshow on those sorts you're the best one to go about making sure everything's lit up as supposed to be and nothing is that shouldn't. Don't need you keeping a log on their daily routine. Just let me know if something less than good's going on. Don't know that there's much as can be done if things get wrong on our way but I'd rather know before we land than after if negotiations with our buyers might end up more problematical than they should 'cause of something on our end."<br><br>Mal looked up then, glancing from the doctor to their guest, and smiled. It was not an especially friendly smile. "Just a few exotic flowers for some rich boy's garden collection. Don't get yourself all tied up about it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 16:14:15</strong>
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				(( Simon says: ))<br><br>"Oh, I see."&nbsp; Now the conversation was over.&nbsp; It wasn't as if the captain had taken the wind from his sails... it was more a matter of Simon finding out what he wanted to know and was now left with nothing to say.&nbsp; And after all, the man was entitled to eat in peace. &nbsp; "Well, I'll just, uhhhh" ... hands wrung nervously, not sure what to do next, then pointing through the same door Kaylee disappeared through a moment earlier ... "go see if Kaylee needs any help in the engine room."<br><br>And with that, the good doctor hurried off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shjade</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 19:32:52</strong>
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				"Can't say as I'm sure one way or the other." Malcolm finished another mouthful before he raised his attention to the Shepherd. "I might dance now and then when the mood's proper for it but I never really picked up on the names for the steps...oh." After clearing his throat the captain looked over the offer in a manner that almost didn't quite seem suspicious of it - really, with a name like Baklava what was he supposed to think? - then shook his head. "Doesn't look like anything I've had on my plate before, nor sound like it either. Something popular at the abbey, I take it?"<br><br>Despite the standoffish posturing the captain didn't exude any particular hostility, or even dislike. It was more akin to speaking to someone from inside a room and refusing to open the door to do it. There wasn't a proper wall there or some high tower to look down on others; it was a portal from the inside to the out that he purposely had closed for his own reasons. And maybe the hinges were a little stuck. Alright, fine, and he'd blacked over the little window at the top, but that was all, honest.<br><br>"What we got might not seem like much, but it gets you through the day to day. Needs met and all. 'Less you have a need for some variety of flavor, can't say we've got too much to help with that problem, but now and then that'll change."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shjade</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 02:09:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Long enough to know her ins and outs. Mostly outs. She's a good ship with a good crew, don't let the look fool you. Especially the guest rooms. The Doc show you yours before you came in here?" Answering a question with a question if an obvious sign of avoidance. Unless you're a shrink. But why would a shrink be on this boat? And he wouldn't be the captain if he were, besides. So it'd just look like avoidance. That's why when maybe you don't want to talk to someone about something you can't just take the first chance to ask your way out of it as that'll just bring up more curiosity and more questions and then you have to get clever and think of questions on <em>those</em> questions and really who has that kind of time?<br><br>Not a ship's captain, that's for sure!<br><br>I had a point there. Oh, right, so you don't ask it right away. Make like you're answering the question and <em>then</em> you ask something else, real businesslike, and that tends to go a mite better. Mostly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shjade</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 20:29:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Malcolm managed not to frown at his cleared plate. It wasn't anything serious, but he'd keep it in mind. Whether the the doctor was preoccupied with the stranger coming in with his sister - something Mal found curious enough himself not even being related to the girl - or by the thing he had going with Kaylee didn't matter one way or the other. If he couldn't keep his mind on what he was told to do they'd have problems. Nothing worth a fuss yet, but he'd have to keep it in mind, time came he had something more serious for Simon to do than give a cabin tour.<br><br>"Why waste time? No reason you should have to stand by waiting to get settled, paying customer like yourself." The Captain cleared his place at the table and nodded for the shepherd to follow. "Best to get acquainted with the ship early on anyways, so's to not get lost later. Wouldn't want you accidentally ending up someplace dangerous, maybe you shouldn't be, would we? Passenger cabins are this way."<br><br>Walking eased things a bit. There wasn't a conscious effort to be more personable, but just having something to do loosened it up a little. Malcolm remarked on the plainness of the ship as a perk, how it had been what drew him to the old girl back when they first met, that it had done right by him more than a few times. "Kaylee'd have more to say on the panels and hatches and so on. Don't go askin' though, not if you value your ears. Girl would peel them right off your head you gave her the chance to get goin' about engines and hulls and...engine hulls," he concluded on their way down the stairs beside the infirmary.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (Firefly/Serenity: Aftermath) Serenity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 21:35:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				River finally entered the dining room. She'd finally remembered to stop playing with the new toys Willie had been kind enough to purchase for her and get something to eat. Since the truth about Miranda had come out, she was having a much easier time remembering such "little" things like taking care of herself or etiquette. <br><br>The only two in the galley when she arrived were Willie and Mal. They appeared to be getting along. Smiling, she nodded at both men before grabbing herself a plate of food and filling a glass with water. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said as she took a seat at the table. It didn't seem as though she really meant it though.<br><br>The young woman began to eat. It had been a long day of exploration and work aboard the ship. She was glad they trusted her enough to be useful. Well, most of the time. They still did their best to make sure she never got hands on a weapon, especially out in public. Of course she didn't need a gun to be as dangerous as five well-trained armed men... If not more so...
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