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There's a great deal of static, interspersed with the sound of swearing and then a precariously tilted look at a wall and the edge of a bunk, before the image finally rights itself and clears to reveal Jayne's way-to-close-to-the-screen face.

"Testing, testing."

Once he seems satisfied it's working (though how he knows is anybody's guess), he backs up slightly and peers very seriously at the tablet, like he's got something real important to say, and wants to be sure it doesn't get lost to a malfunctioning machine.

"Uh, so. Where's the whores?"

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They might not like me talking to you.

[ See, where River goes, so goes Dawn's nation. And since River clearly thinks Jayne requires much trolling: much trolling must happen.

...Also he makes hilarious faces. ]

"Who's they?" Getting more suspicious by the minute here, mysterious little-girl-voice. You're helpful, but it's plain you've got something to hide.

The secret prostitute cabal.

[ in tones of deep, deep duh. ]

"There's a...a cabal?" He's actually not entirely sure of the definition of 'cabal', but it sounds ominous. Also he's had his suspicions about the Companions Guild for a while now. "You ain't gonna get in trouble for talkin' to me, are ya?"

...You didn't know? They're everywhere.

[ Brave, brave sigh goes here. ]

I might. But the truth must be known.

"Well I been in space!" Damn, this is probably something Mal ought to be told about.

"You, uh...in need of rescuin'?"

Their reach extends even into the stars. They control the weather.

[ ...Dawn, you are an evil, evil creature. ]

I can manage. But you're brave, offering to help me.

"...There ain't no weather in space." You're losing a little of your authority, Voice of the Whores, if you don't even know that.

"If you're sure, 'cause I got me plenty of guns an' it's been an awful long time since I got to be killin' anybody."

That's what they want you to think.

[ ...Dawn, don't give the box dropping man ape access to conspiracy theories, okay? ]

I'm sure. Save your energy for the pink house. Tell them Led Zeppelin sent you.

"..."

It'll be interesting to see Jayne try to explain this conversation to Mal later, when he asks him about space and weather and the whoreish cabal.

"Kinda funny name... Oh hey, code name, right? Don't you worry none, I won't tell 'em where I got it from."

[ Dawn would pay all kinds of large sums of money to hear that conversation. ]

My true identity is a secret that no one must discover. And thank you, Jayne Cobb. You are truly a gentleman and a scholar.

This is where Jayne makes an honest-to-god 'aw shucks' face. Someone might want to consider saving this transmission for posterity. If they were truly evil, that is.

"Hell, I dunno 'bout bein' a gentleman but I ain't never turned away a woman who was in need."

...Which is a dirty lie, but isn't it the thought that counts?

[ Would four backups be enough? ]

I knew that. I know all.

...They're coming! I have to go. Don't forget: pink house. Led Zeppelin.

Oh, and the password! You can't get in without it, so don't forget.

[ ...yes, she is very aware she gave no password. Also, she's hanging up now. ]

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[ visual ] LOL also I think you're still on voice only?

[ voice ] GDI SUBJECT LINES what do you mean. those WERE all voice

[ visual ] of course they were. totally look like voice to me

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