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gotcouplings.livejournal.com

Mornings are spent with Mal. It's a routine Kaylee has developed over the last few years, and one that she relies on just as much as her older brother might. Wake up early, have breakfast, and then they both head to the garage down the street. She spends a few hours there each morning, helping out with some of the cars if they need her, or flirting with some of the guys if they don't (though never if Mal is looking, as that never seems to end well for anyone involved).

Unfortunately, while Kaylee might love spending her free time helping out at the garage, 10 o'clock always manages to find a way to roll around. She runs home for a quick clean-up and changes into her work uniform, then hightails it over to Peggy Sue's. There's a friendly greeting for the Extra at the grill as she puts her apron on, and then Kaylee sets in on cleaning tables and presetting everything before they open.

Lunch is approaching quickly, and that means the shop will be getting its normal lunchtime rush any time now. Kaylee double checks that the laces on her roller skates are tied tight, makes sure that her order pad still has plenty of sheets left on it, and adjusts her apron and hat. The sign on the door is turned around promptly at 11.

[[ OoC: Treat it like a party log, folks. Come in with your friends, party it up, and expect Kaylee to pop in at some point to take orders and deliver food.

EDIT: This can span over whatever day of the week you might like it to, so no one's limited to one day they might not be available for. ]]

not-so-magical.livejournal.com

With a sigh, Kaylee turns on her--Spencer's--tablet, and does her best to offer a smile up to the citizens of Taxon. While Spencer's body is looking plenty tense (at least she's made it back to the ranch, that's gotta be a plus), his clothing has probably never looked so relaxed. T-shirt, jeans, no vests or collars or ties...

"Alright, this is Kaylee, callin' for a sound off. Who's who? And does anybody know where Malcolm Reynolds, River Tam, 'n Tony Stark might be findin' themselves in all this mess?"

captbrowncoat.livejournal.com

It was late, but Mal was still awake, caught between pacing the halls of his ship and getting comfortable in the kitchen and cleaning his guns. Both were regular routines for him, but at the moment, he wasn't sure which one was the biggest draw.

He'd just cleaned the weapons he'd accumulated a month or so ago, but there was something oddly relaxing about it. He didn't think anyone else understood that, but he didn't care either. So that was what he did.

Sitting at the table, with two of them in front of him, he picked one up and started the cleaning process, thinking that at least this would not take long. With only two guns, as opposed to the large collection he had that was not immediately available to him, this would be short but still satisfying.

gotcouplings.livejournal.com

[ The transmission starts with a string of very long Chinese swear words, and the sound of something smashing against a wall or door in the background. It's almost hard to hear what she's saying, but the tone is entirely there. ]

Somethin'..........on't know what it is, but.....warn...out of Central. Repeat, stay out--

[ There's a crash, louder than the ones before, and the howling snarls of something finally breaking through the door. More swears on Kaylee's part, and the tablet switches off. ]

stacked

Eric leaving kind of sucks. Whatever, she wasn't all in love with him or whatever, but he was fun. And a good lay, fine.

...And Godric's hurting now, and she can't do jackshit to fix it. Faith's never been great at building things up, just knocking them the hell down. She doesn't do emotional support or hugs or making tea or whatever comforting bullshit normal people do in times like this. She feels angry, helpless, and under it all there's a current of genuine hurt she'd rather swallow broken glass than admit to. Add that to the uncomfortable anger over being young and helpless again, and Faith's not in a good way at the moment.

Being the Slayer Most Likely to Snap and Kill Someone means Faith has a very specific set of skills for dealing with pain of the emotional kind. The first involves making someone else hurt, punching until her fists bleed and all the hurt is worked off. That avenue is closed when she's in a mood like this, the danger of going too far waiting just past the next punch.

The second is denial. Nothing's wrong here, folks, nothing to see so thank you and good night, now get the fuck out.

The third involves chemical help. And since beating someone is out, denial's useless with people like Angel and Godric around, chemicals it is.

And because the aliens need a beatdown, Faith's tablet helpfully clicks on mid-buzz from its spot on a chair she dragged outside. She's out on her balcony this time, staring up at the fake sun setting in the fake sky, cement cold and rough against her bare back. Only smoke is visible until after a moment, she raises her arm and slowly, deliberately flips off the roof of their prison.

"Fucking hamsters."

And click, as the tablet helpfully turns itself off.

captbrowncoat.livejournal.com

The problem with being used to taking off and flying away anytime you felt like it was that when that ability was taken away from you, it feels like the world is ending.

Not that Mal's the type to be that dramatic, but he is the type to go a little stir-crazy from being land-locked for too long. It helps a little that Serenity is here with him, but what good is having a ship that can't be used to escape from this ruttin' world?

Mal's hanging out somewhere in Taxon, near one of the bars, debating about what he wants to do: go inside the bar and get flat-out drunk, or go back to his ship and spend several more hours poking around things that don't need to be fixed. Fixing stuff is Kaylee's department anyway, but at least it kills the time and makes him feel like he's doing something useful.

But in the end, the drink is too tempting to pass up, so Mal steps away from the stone wall he was leaning against and heads inside. He can't remember whose bar this is, or if it's even owned by anyone other than those soulless things that seem to be everywhere.

"Hope no one minds. I'm comin' in," he says as he walks inside. He doesn't really care of some bad-tempered bar owner gets in his face. He wants a drink, and he's going to get it, even if he has to punch someone in the face to do it. Of course, he'd just as soon not do that, but his mood's bad enough that he probably would, if he got worked up enough.

biverbam.livejournal.com

River is currently walking down a mostly abandoned street of Shelley two months ago. There’s a weight of something-about-to-happen pressing on her, just above her eyes, and she's looking for the source...

River is currently walking down a mostly abandoned street of Shelley today, and her tablet helpfully clicks on of its own accord to broadcast her return. From her perspective, the sun has shifted immediately from its nine-in-the-morning place to the house at the corner of Four Thirty and In The Afternoon. The two Extras that were walking ahead of her have changed clothes. And bodies. And position, having gone from walking on the sidewalk to her right to the one on the left. Most importantly, all the dead people and that something-about-to-happen pressure are gone.

All in all, the change leads River to stumble forward, tripping over her alarm, before she comes to a full stop and looks around.

"Is that it?"

Because the phrase 'blink and you'll miss it' couldn't have possibly applied to what she felt.

lionofolympus.livejournal.com

Hercules just gives the network a big, bearded thumbs-up.

"I have a penis again!"

And that's all he says.

greenballadeer.livejournal.com

Lorne is standing on the stage of Caritas in a pink-sequined tuxedo, complete with matching bow tie. He turns on the visual feed on the tablet on his bracelet, and holds up the microphone. Above him is a banner that proclaims in gold glitter, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAYLEE." He beams at the audience and announces, "The kind gentleman Tony Stark would like to invite you to a celebration of a very special lady. Whether she's wielding a wrench or just a good attitude, she's always a joy to be around, and we're lucky to have her. A very warm 'Happy Birthday' to Kaylee Frye!" There's a sound of applause, then Lorne bursts into song, and two Extra backup singers appear from behind the curtain.

"We've got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside, we've got the month of May.

Well, I guess you'll say
What can make us feel this way?
Kaylee. (Kaylee, Kaylee, croon the backup singers.)
Talkin' 'bout Kaylee. (Kaylee!)

We don't need no money, fortune or fame.
We've got all the riches one city can claim.

Well, I guess you'll say
What can make us feel this way?
Kaylee. (Kaylee, Kaylee)
Talkin' 'bout Kaylee. (Kaylee!)

Talkin' 'bout Kaylee.
We've got sunshine on a cloudy day with Kaylee.
We've even got the month of May, with Kaylee."

gotcouplings.livejournal.com

Good morning, Taxon! Behold, a slightly sluggish Kaylee, fiddling with her tablet and not realizing it's recording her doing so. She's got a bowl of some form of oatmeal next to her, and every now and again she bites down on a spoonful and wipes anything extra off with her sleeve.

Attractive this morning? You bet.

She scrunches up her nose at the tablet as she finishes the last of her oatmeal, and leaves the watered-down bowl in the sink before picking up the tablet and heading outside. Time for work--

Pause.

"Nǐ kāiwánxiào ba."

The tablet gets dropped, forgotten in the dirt at just the right angle that the cargo bay doors of Serenity can be seen. Kaylee sprints to the ship and runs her hand over one of the panels. It really is there, no illusions or practical jokes.

After a moment of all but fondling the ship, Kaylee's hands grasp either side of one of the panels, and she starts shaking it like you might shake someone by the shoulders. Rather, she would be shaking it, if it wasn't, you know, a giant spaceship.

"Could've used you a week ago, y'know. Where've you been hidin' yourself!?"

[[ OoC: Done with Gidget permission, Serenity is actually River's programmed possession now. Translation: "You're kidding me." ]]

gotcouplings.livejournal.com

Kaylee is not feeling well at all. She's worked too long without sleeping, and the dramatic weather changes haven't helped in the least. Overexertion, she chalked it up to. Lightheaded. Nauseous. And she's pretty sure that's a fever, on top of it. Just a matter of sleeping it off, that's been decided. Make sure everyone has what they need, and she'll be back to somebody's basement bunker for some well-deserved rest, at least for a little while.

It's after these last check-ups that she's headed back to Caritas, looking forward to crawling into whatever semi-comfortable corner she can find and just staying there for as long as she possibly can. The ATV slows to a stop, and Kaylee takes a breath.

Air.

The foul smell of said air is all it takes to set her stomach off. The ATV is left running as she slides out, stumbling for the nearest broken-down garbage can. Several moments of gagging and wasted food later, she slumps down, back against the garbage can, and laughs.

There's something to breathe. A small bit of hope, not a day too soon.

"Happy birthday to me~"

timedaughter

Are there any big, strong boys out there who want to help me strip the oxygen filtration system from my shuttle? I could use a hand.

[She is being flirty, but it's a serious inquiry. Big strong girls may also apply, the thing is just damn heavy.]

[ooc: This is backdated to right after Kirk posted about the oxygen depletion.]

mancalledspade.livejournal.com

[Shortly after the large sound of something powering off:]

...there's no way that was a good sound. Everyone in one piece?

captbrowncoat.livejournal.com

Mal slowly opens his eyes, only to be greeted by a blurred mess of metallic colors. No exciting colors, no outstanding landmarks. His vision clears, and he sees that he’s in a circular chamber. Only problem is, he’s never seen this chamber before before. He sits up in a rush, and wildly looks around him, taking in the plain, undecorated room.

His hand instinctively goes to his waist, where he gropes around in a fruitless search for his gun. But it’s not there, and he shivers involuntarily, not liking being unarmed. He glances at his wrist, where there’s a bracelet that’s been fused to his arm. How did that get there? It wasn’t there before…

Something doesn’t feel right about this – his normal clothes are gone, his weapon is nowhere to be found, and he has no idea where in the ruttin’ universe he is. He thinks maybe a job went wrong, and he ended up stranded somewhere, but that doesn’t explain the foggy quality of his memories.

Suddenly, his confused train of thought is interrupted by the unexpected sound of voices coming from nowhere, which causes him to jump. He does a half turn, and reaches over in the direction the voices came from.

...

It’s some form of communication device. That’s the best that he can tell, just from looking at it. A string of jumbled Chinese curse words leaves his mouth as he pokes at some of the buttons and the screen on the object. He pulls his hand away slowly, deciding that the object is harmless enough. “Well, ain’t this a nice development,” he grumbles. “I’m gonna have to find out who put this bracelet on me and make them take them off. I don’t need jewelry, I need to find out where I am and how to get back to my ship.”

That being said, Mal stands up and looks around him for a few seconds. He sees nothing worth commenting on, except for the device and the occasional odd pillar. This place doesn’t look too out of the ordinary, though he’s definitely never seen it before. There might be a secret to it or something. He moves over to sit down with his back against the nearest wall, and waits for someone to come along and explain exactly what’s going on.

myveryownriot.livejournal.com

"OW! Bèn tiānshēng de yìduī ròu. Ain't met a doctor yet didn't get into it for th' pain-causin' part." Jayne's grumbling's precedes his entrance into view, shoved along by an exasperated looking Simon. He'd head for that stupid chair where the doc does all his torturing, but...it looks to have disappeared. "Wha...?"

"Trust me, Jayne, there isn't a single thing that involves you I can take pleasure in." If it weren't for the fact that Simon's not entirely sure his patient's t shirt might actually carry new and exotic strains of bacteria, he'd physically propel him into the infirmary. "And if you'd rather I just leave you to it, gangrene is only highly possible. Not inevitable."

Jayne's not listening anymore, Simon, so you can prattle on about your green gangs all you want, there's more interesting things than you here. (Not like that's different from every other day, though.)

"Where- I knew it! I told 'em, but don't no one listen to Jayne Cobb, he ain't smart 'nough to know Alliance when he sees 'em standin' 'round with their shiny rooms an' their fancy doctor manners."

Simon has to measure his words carefully, here. "You betrayed us to the Alliance, in case you've forgotten. And was the reward for myself and River a clever ruse to gain the trust of a few smugglers we weren't even likely to meet?"

However, the sincere lack of anything resembling Serenity is disturbing. "Where are we?"

"Aw, zāogāo- ain't nobody ever gonna forget that." Though Jayne can't rightly promise he wouldn't do it again. Which he sure as hell would, 'cause look where they are now!

And ain't that a first, him noticing things before old Smarty-Britches. "I reckon you can answer that, seein' as you're the one brought me here! P'robly gonna...cut out my insides an' study 'em or somethin', watch we twitch...how come my arm ain't hurtin' no more?"

"One does tend to remember betrayal on that scale, yes." This whole situation has moved beyond ludicrous and into unbelievable. "I didn't bring you anywhere, Jayne. And I-- it's not? Let me see it."

Jayne jerks his arm away and back up from Simon and...well any other strange-looking thing that might be nearby. Something's weird, in that seen-it-before-but-ain't way things sometimes get, and he hates that feeling. It ain't normal.

"Maybe I'm dreamin'..." Nightmare, more like. What with Simon being in it and all. Only thing that'd make it worse is that addle-brained sister of his.

[ooc: Simon and Jayne have arrived together, yes. Be prepared to be answered by either one (or both) of them. :)]

gotcouplings.livejournal.com

Just another day flying between jobs. A little crime here, some funny stories there, no one fighting or arguing (at least not any more than usual), everyone coming and going about their business--an all around peaceful, normal day aboard Serenity.

So how, Kaylee’s wondering to herself, did she go from repainting flowers in the kitchen to reaching up at nothing in seamless silver room? “Ai ya, normal this ain’t.”

She lowers her empty hand, curious as to just where her paintbrush has gone to, before looking around the chamber. Nothing here, nothing there (didn’t anyone ever teach these folks anything about cheering up a room?), and only a small table with a tablet on top over there.

“Xi niu...I really hope this ain’t your guys’s idea of a prank, Cap’n? Wash?” No, of course there’s no answer. Leave it to Mal... “ Cap’n, if this is a joke, it really ain’t all that appreciated!”

Not even a hint of an answer? She looks back to the tablet before moving over to inspect it. The thing looks harmless enough. “Don’t gotta pick it up,” she says aloud, for reassurance sake. “I swear, Cap’n!! If this shoots water or somethin’ at me...”

Tentatively, she touches it--nothing bad so far. Kaylee reaches out to pick it up, and jumps back as the door opens.

“Can’t we ever just have a normal day?’

c-lassiter-sbpd.livejournal.com

[Carlton turned on his tablet to the voice setting, not really feeling like showing his face currently. He had plans to shape Taxon up - not that he had shared them with anyone. The latest tablet buzz about yet another set of attacks had only helped him decide that there was no time like the present. He was in this Taxon place - so he might as well do the only thing he was good at. Maybe there would be a few who might join up? If not, he could do it alone. Or die trying.]

Alright, folks. I've only been here a little while now, but it's already easy to see that you all need a little law and a lot of order around this place.

So here's where I come in. Detective Carlton Lassiter, Santa Barbara Police Department. If you're interested in shaping this place up, feel free to contact me with this. Thing. Otherwise, keep your nose clean.

[ooc - Carlton is making a bit of an ass out of himself and doesn't fully realize it.]

skyfrome.livejournal.com

After the humiliating events of Halloween (which Mal will be denying vociferously), he's been spending quite a lot of time avoiding the outside world beyond the walls of his ship, so as not to provoke it into making any more of a fool out of him. Sometimes a man just needs to stretch his legs, however, and that is what he's currently doing.

...it's quite surprising that he never noticed there's a forest in Taxon before, but he certainly likes it. It's absent of the hatches and bizarre architecture that make the rest of the city reek so horribly of artifice, and it's quiet. Up until recently he'd been whistling the tune to Hero of Canton (it's catchy, what?), but he stops when he notices a rabbit nearby. The little thing seems to be quite aware of his presence (with his clunky boots and whistling it'd have to be a pretty dense rabbit not to), but oddly it doesn't seem startled.

Taking a couple of ginger steps closer, close enough to touch the animal (which seems much too absorbed in the foliage to bother with him), he kneels down and reaches out a hand to pet it gently. Naturally, the tablet of great evil on his wrist is recording all this.

"Well, ain't you a cute little thing?"

semimuscular.livejournal.com

As a child – and as an adult, too, although he’d kept his comic book collection hidden since meeting Zoe – Wash had been a fan of a very particular sort of cartoon. They usually involved explosions, colourful costumes and exciting but simple plots that could be wrapped up neatly in twenty minutes. They occasionally featured crossovers, where the heroes from the various spin offs joined forces to form the Galactic Justice League and protect the universe from a particularly dangerous threat.

He’d collected the comics since flight school. He could quote all the best speeches. And there was a number of action figures – some pristine and packaged, others a little battered from unsuccessful offensives against plastic dinosaurs – in a shoebox underneath his bed.

( Picking a costume for Halloween had been easy, really. )

OOC: Yes, thanks to the Halloween glitch, Wash has been transformed into an incredibly cheesy superhero. (I an indebted to both Gidget and DC comics for most of this cheesiness.) Think Mr Incredible meets Captain Hammer meets Adam West’s version of Batman. If you’d like to be rescued – whether you need it or not – or if you would simply like to gawp at him, feel free to tag!

notanemptymotto.livejournal.com

Despite the odd weather changes that had come over the usually unclouded Taxon skies, Helen Magnus continued with her plans to have a party on All Hallows Eve. Normally, Helen wouldn't even consider such things, but given that most of her residents would be expecting one? She didn't mind having one for the occasion. On the morning of Halloween she left a message over the tablets in text format giving the location and the optional part. Costumes were completely optional. Not everyone wanted to dress up, after all.

Helen spent the rest of the day in the large kitchen preparing various dishes as well. It felt nice to be out of the office or lab and take a day to enjoy herself and the company of others. She hoped Ashley would understand. And once the festivities started, she could most likely slip back to work without anyone noticing. Hopefully Henry would get her message about closing off most the Sanctuary so the guests wouldn't be lost. If any showed up at all, that was.

As evening fell, though it was hard to tell due to the weather, Helen had the EM shield placed down and opened the gates of the Sanctuary. All of the food was already placed out in the foyer with only a few of the hallways open. Mainly those directed towards the kitchen or the restrooms and the living room located downstairs.

Welcome to the party, Taxon. It'll be a ghoulish night.

[ooc; posting this early since I won't be on a lot until later on Halloween night ♥ Just work this post like how Cordy's part post was ya'll. Also if you lovelies that live in the Sanctuary could pop over to Helen's journal and post here, it'll be marvelous~!]

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Entries tagged with { malcolm reynolds

[ Location: Peggy Sue's Soda Shop ]

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03 - Location: Serenity [Voice/Visual]

[ jiǔ - Voice/Location: Central - Backdated to Piper's Wendigo-glitch ]

[ visual ] | [ location: casa lehane ] we are dancing a black waltz fair paris is burning after all

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返回: [ holo | location: shelley]

XIV. [Visual]

8. [Location: Caritas]/[Visual] Happy Birthday to Kaylee!

[ qī - Location: Frye Ranch - Visual ]

[ liù - Location: En Route to Caritas / Accidental Voice ]

[voice] Running out of Breath

6. Free For All - [voice]

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