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002 ♂ [visual || location: frye ranch]

The tablet turns on to show a blurry hand, then the hand draws back and one would be able to see a large, muscular man sitting at the kitchen table of the Frye ranch house, a multitude of guns spread out before him. Also in front of him is a soft cloth, several cleaning brushes in various sizes, cloth patches, and bottles of solvent. One gun has already been disassembled and is right in front of him.

"With all the decomposin' nightmares walkin' around this here place, my guns got a nice workout. I'm wonderin' how many of ya used guns against 'em, instead of just sticks and pipes."

He picks up a bottle of solvent and saturates a cloth patch. "Hell, I'll use whatever's handy, but there ain't nothin' like blowin' out zombie brains with one of these lil' darlin's." Plus killing at a distance means no muss, no fuss, and for a man who is always stuck with the cleaning up, that's a good thing.

As he starts on the gun barrel, he doesn't say anything, just cleans away and moves on to other parts of the handgun in front of himself. For someone with such large hands and fingers, he treats each piece delicately and with care. After all, his guns could be the only things between him and certain death, so they are some of the only things he treats with respect.

He also seems to have forgotten to turn off his tablet. It's only when he finishes with his gun and puts it back together in several fluid movements that he catches sight of it out of the corner of his eye.

"Gorramit," he mutters under his breath. A hand comes toward the camera. "Never gonna get the hang of this piece of--" The video cuts out as he turns it off.

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[Joan watches all of this with curiosity - the deft way that Jayne handles the different parts of the gun reminds her oddly of her surgeon husband, Greg. That's probably where the similarities end, however. When he's finished, she comments:]

I used a shoe.

[Why hellllooooo, lady voice.]

A shoe? Just the one? Cuz ya musta been limpin' if ya only had on one.

[She's mildly amused by that question.]

I left the house with a pair and came home with none. It's a shame, they were beautiful.

[Joan is flippant with hindsight, though of course at the time she was absolutely terrified.]

[He's pretty damn impressed that she engaged in close range combat with only a pair of shoes.] Well, ya gotta use what you can. Better to lose fancified shoes than go zombie and need your brains blowed out.

[The eloquence of a poet, this one.]

[In fairness, these were some scary-ass six inch heels and the zombie was the slow, stupid kind.]

Every cloud... [The subject of brains being blown out is still a sore one with her, considering Donald Draper's recent death and resurrection - but of course Jayne wouldn't know that. Subject change! ...well, sort of.]

You seem like quite the expert. Have you had experience with... creatures like these before?

Sorta. Back where I come from we got these... well, they ain't people, but they was once. Call 'em Reavers. They'd rip a man apart with whatever they can find, or their bare hands even. They're cannibals and they're fast. We come up against 'em a coupla times.

[For the record, Joan has her hand to her mouth in a dainty shock/horror type gesture.]

That sounds awful.

Yeah, ain't no song and dance. [He's uncharacteristically quiet. Reavers scare him more than anything else. The zombies weren't half as bad because they moved so slow.]

[It's not difficult for her to pick up on the cues that indicate that a subject change would be good right around now - and honestly, she'd rather just forget that the zombies ever happened.]

"Well, at least you made it out in one piece," she says, in a lighter tone, switching the tablet to visual. It seems somehow impolite to remain anonymous behind the voice setting when she's already seen him. "Joan Harris, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Yeah, I weren't about to get ate." He saw movement on the tablet out of the corner of his eye so he looked up.

And then did a double take.

"Hell, it's you! I ain't fallin' for any 'a your tricks, so don't try!"

One would have to forgive him for mistaking the lovely Joan Harris for his Captain's psychotic ex-bride. The similarities were striking.

Joan's eyebrows shoot up in an expression of genuine surprise and confusion - it's a pretty strong reaction from Jayne, though she's more nonplussed than offended.

"...Excuse me?"

[ooc: omg, so sorry this is so late! my life sort of blew up in multiple hilarious ways all at once.]

"You heard me! I ain't fallin' for your tricks. I ain't a bleedin' heart like Mal, so don't think you can pull anythin' over on me."

Well. That's charming. If Joan wasn't offended before, she's certainly leaning that way now. Her voice is sharply polite.

"I think you must be mistaking me for someone who knows what you're talking about."

"Nuh uh, ain't no mistake. You're the one that tried to kill us and steal our ship, then tried to hoodwink us. Ain't gonna happen here though. You're jus' as trapped as me."

He crossed his arms defiantly. One thing was satisfying thing about all this. That Saffron or whatever name she was going by this week -- did she say Joan? -- couldn't cheat someone out of something and then hightail it.

Joan laughs, though it's more incredulous than genuinely amused. Making the transition from icy politeness to patronising, she retorts:

"That's absurd. I've never seen you before in my life - and for that matter, my interest in ships is negligible."

Sailors, well. That's another issue entirely, but she's married now.

"Look, I got me some perfectly workin' eyes here, and ya ain't foolin' me," he replied stubbornly. If Saffron hadn't been such a dangerous woman, he might have let sleeping dogs lie and just ignored her. Now he felt like he had to be on alert with her around.

The guns catch Jason's attention right away and he looks over them all on the screen feeling a little envious.

"I used a bat and a rifle, but my favorite was running 'em over."

Edited 2011-02-24 00:08 (UTC)

"Runnin' 'em over?" Jayne actually looks impressed. "Now that sounds like a right good time."

"Bet your ass it was!" Jason answers a little too quickly. He's happy to find someone who also had a little fun during all of the zombie mess. Taxon was filled with a bunch of spoilsports.

"You could feel 'em go crunch every time. What'd your best kill look like?"

Now this guy is speaking Jayne's language.

"Ya shoulda seen it! Used my Callahan full-bore autolock to blow their heads clean off! This one was comin' at me from 'round the corner of a buildin'. I shot his brains so high they splattered a second floor window!" He laughs and slaps his knee.

"Blew 'em off with one shot? Sounds like a hell of a gun. Which one of those is it?"

He leans in closer as if that would help him see the entire arsenal better. Sorry for the giant brown eyeballs staring at you, Jayne.

"Oh, she's over here!" He reaches below the table to where he has Vera (http://www.leavemethewhite.com/firefly/displayimage.php?album=6&pos=331) resting upon two chairs. Lifting it up, Jayne holds the gun up to the camera. "She's shiny, ain't she?"

Shiny... Jason didn't think the word meant how Jayne used it, but it seemed like a good thing. He could pretend.

"Oh yeah, real shiny. Looks big, is she heavy?"

"Nah, not too bad. Well, not for me, 'leastways." Jayne stroked the side of the gun briefly before setting it back down and going back to the gun he had been working on.

"What 'bout you? Said ya had a rifle, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I got one. I dunno if it counts as mine. I had to stay with the truck while someone else hatched a gun for me. He came out with some old piece of shit. Got the job done, wouldn't be my first choice."

The look on Jason's face clearly showed what he thought of an antique from the '50s.

"Aww, that's a damn shame. But hey, now that the power's back, you can hatch your own gun, an' make it a good one."

"Hadn't thought about that one." Jason looks as if a light bulb just clicked on in his head. He put hatching a new gun on his immediate to do list. "Thanks, man."

"I'm Jason by the way." Sure, he knew that the other man could easily read his name on the tablet, but that just seemed weird.

He let out a grunt that meant "You're welcome." He was busy cleaning each bullet chamber on a revolver with a tiny brush so he was trying to focus.

Bobbing his head slightly to show he'd heard, he answered, "Jayne."

"Cool. See ya around, Jayne." Jason clicked off the video feed. It was time to put the suggestion to good use.

Brennan watches Jayne clean the gun curiously for a moment, her gaze skipping over the rest of the weapons laid out on the table. For a scientist, she had an unusually avid interest in guns.

"That's a very impressive collection of firearms you have," she states factually after another moment of silence.

He lifts his head and sees her on the tablet. Nodding proudly, he says, "They was all down in my bunk on the ship when I got here, just like they are at the real one. Good thing too, 'cause I only showed up here with Vera -- that's my Callahan full bore autolock with a customized hair-trigger and double-cartridge thorough gauge."

"Oh? That's interesting. Have you named all of your weapons after females?" Brennan asks, tilting her head a little. "I've heard that men liken certain technological innovations - such as weapons and vehicles - important to them to women and refer to them with gender-specific pronoun, but actually giving them feminine names is new to me."

Sorry, Jayne. Brennan tends to go off on tangents quite a bit, often using more words than necessary to make her point.

"Not all of 'em." He's giving the tablet a strange look at her tangent. "Just my favorites. Some I just call by the name of those what made it." He picks up a pistol.

"Like this here's the Lexington." He set it aside and pointed to a large assault rifle. "But that there's Mollie."

Hey, you know what they say.

[ ask her what they say, jayne. no really. ask her. ]

[He looks over at the tablet, but seeing that it's just a voice, he goes back to his guns.] People say a lot of things. [His curiosity is peaked though, and after a moment's thought, he adds,] What're you talkin' 'bout?

Guns for show, knives for a pro.

[ guess which of those she uses. ]

[He carefully thinks that over and, after realizing what she means, his lip curls up in annoyance.] I got knives too. Felt guns were better for this lil' invasion.

[Of course, using knives on the zombies would have increased his chances of getting bitten, since he definitely doesn't possess the fluid grace to attack without getting attacked in return.]

[ Rick watches with mild interest, he's still fairly jumpy, considering the first thing that happens in his new environment is another zombie apocalypse, so he's slightly convinced they'll never go away.

But he'll be prepared. ] Just about anything works so long as you destroy their head. Guns are the most effective though, from what I've learned.

[Jayne gives a grunt, which means he agrees.]

Most fun too, though one said he ran 'em over, which gotta be gorram satisfyin'.

[ Rick is used to animal-like responses. He can thank his best friend and wife for that.

But he doesn't think he can completely agree with Jayne's statement. ] I wouldn't say I've enjoyed myself anytime when firing a gun--especially in a life or death situation....but I may be biased.

[ He's got to remember he's not the deputy around here and doesn't need to go 'Moming' on everyone. ]

[It's a good thing this is voice, because Jayne has the most incredulous look on his face right now.] You wanna those pansy-assed pacifist types?

Pardon?

[ It was a very good thing it was just a voice. Rick would easily forget there was no jurisdiction around here. ] I'm a deputy (or he was), and any time I've fired my gun there's been a life at stake. Killin' isn't a sport.

Ohhh, one 'a those types. [He snorts.] Only lives at stake was ours. Them Extras weren't never alive to start with, way I hear it.

[ He doesn't like your tone, sir, but he'll stay civil. ] That's completely different...aren't they programs?

[Most people don't.] S'what my friend said they was. [In the background, there's the sound of a gun being reassembled.]

Then how were they able to 'kill' some of the civilians? [ At least he thought they had. Rick wasn't too sure of much now adays. ]

Hell if I know. I ain't been here long myself, but even if I'd been, I wouldn't know. Seems no one knows how this fei hua* happens.

[fei hua = nonsense]

I see. [ He didn't really follow with a little of the dialect, but it wasn't hard to understand what the man was saying. ] That seems to be the case with everything around here.

[He gives another grunt.] Anyone here who acts like they know it all is just puttin' on appearances. We're all in the ruttin' dark. 'Least the food's better then what I got back home.

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