[Santo - Serenity]

[walk_ins]

[master post]

This is where the magic happens.

Most people will come in through Milliways and exit out the cargo bay to go have some fun. But some might need to take detours. And of course, some people live here.

Some people work here, too -- especially if they're working on repairs.

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[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

Chur walks through with a large brown sack that holds her burqa (a heavy, totally-concealing blue (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Burqa_Afghanistan_01.jpg) one), boots, and gloves. The translator's in the sack, too, something she only notices when she says, "«Hnn, not quite what I expected,»" and realizes that it came out in the pidgin, not in a human language.

[ofthatantet.livejournal.com]

"...um."



"This is going to sound like a stupid question." The speaker is sixteen, human, and lost-looking, in jeans and sneakers and a bright yellow tank top. "But--"


"--are you a lion?"

[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

Chur extrudes the claw on her right thumb, saying, "«One moment,»" and then rummages around in the sack. She retrieves a white box and clips it to the belt of her breeches (she's not wearing a shirt), runs an earpiece up to one of her very felinoid ears, and uses the thumbclaw to press a recessed button on the box.

"It is not a stupid question," the box says, over static that masks the growls and purrs of the language Chur's speaking, "but no, I'm not."

[ofthatantet.livejournal.com]

"Whoa. I mean. That's cool." Looking amazed at everything is lame! Even when everything is amazing.

[river_meimei]

River, perched atop a pile of crates with her heels idly swinging, blinks at Chur.

"Redirect the settings," she advises helpfully.

[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

Chur gives River a 'of course' sort of look, ears back a bit, and says, "«Should have put it on before walking through,»" while fishing out the translator.

"Better?" she asks, static masking the growls of the pidgin, once the earpiece is in and the box is turned on. "Is the «pidgin» masked enough to fool those I meet?"

[ofthatantet.livejournal.com]

Far be it from Susannah Toren to peddle in influence or take advantage of her connections.

And yet, isn't it nice to know an Opener. (Whatever that is.)



As of yet, Rose has not gotten permission to leave the cargo bay, but she has a deeply-cherished belief that even her mother could not be so heartless and cruel as to bring her to THE FUTURE and then make her stand around in a large metal room all day.

She can't even get any bars in here. No texting. No one is this evil!

Probably she is just double-checking that Rose's outfit is future-appropriate.






Annnnny minute now. She sits on a crate and swings her feet.

[stillbecoming]

Buffy doesn't do a double take. She does about a 1.5 take, and then goes directly for a triple crown.

...Then she stands. Awkwardly.

One of the great injustices of the universe is that there's absolutely no way to say "hey, I know we haven't met, but I had a dream about you, how it's going and do you have superpowers?" without sounding either creepy or insane. Or both. Both is also an option.

[ofthatantet.livejournal.com]

She glances over, then back again.

College girl. The one she left there.

(Time's up. Everybody out of the pool.)

She essays a smile and a wave, anyway.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

The cargo bay is filled with inconvenient crates and ladders, and Susannah doesn't really remember her way around Serenity after all this time. The hoverchair gives her more-than-usual mobility, though, and she suspects enough poking around will awake crew curiosity and then she can just ask.

[gonna_live]

The contents of one of those crates could be useful. The question is whether or not Kaylee is awake enough to find what she's looking for. She's got a cup of godawful instant coffee strong enough to corrode metal, and she doesn't look happy.

Until she sees Susannah, anyhow, and then she grins. "Mornin'. Now you know what it looks like when we're grounded and I got work to do."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"Don't let me get in the way," Susannah says quickly. "I was just nosing around."

[paragonsoldier.livejournal.com]

Shepard steps into the cargo bay (expecting a moment of disorientation that does not in fact hit), dressed in something more time-and-place appropriate than her usual marine uniform and carrying a duffel bag. Mal said she could keep her pistol but suggested she leave the omni-tool behind, and this she has done. After all, he invited her.

It's the first time she's been out of Milliways in months. That's kind of the point, really. She's a bit confused by the interior of Serenity, or at least the particular bit she's found herself in, since it looks so totally unlike any ship she's seen before - and she's seen a few.

[river_meimei]

There's someone perched on a box in the cargo bay: a young woman, tangle-haired, dressed in floating layers of white and pink. Her legs are tucked tidily under her, and she glances at Shepard with some interest.

[paragonsoldier.livejournal.com]

Shepard peers briefly at the girl sitting on the box, as if trying to remember something. "I think I've seen you before, haven't I?"

[fighting_mad]

The tall woman who steps into the cargo bay looks exceedingly pleased to be doing so, a swift grin accompanying her. She wears fitted gray trousers, dusty black boots, a purple tunic, and a vest, with at least one visible weapon (the familiar weight of a heavy blaster at her right hip) -- the uniform of the off-duty pilot. Her red hair has been pulled into a low, loose ponytail; her swagger is set to on.

(It's not often you get to do things like this, being the easily recognizable empress of a planet.)

She's looking around the cargo bay with interest, hand on her hip.

[river_meimei]

"Permission to board," River says happily, sliding the door closed behind her. The susurration of Milliways conversation cuts off abruptly, and the metal door becomes an open doorway between cargo bay and hall, its own metal door safely recessed into the wall.

[fighting_mad]

"Thanks, Your Grace," says Plourr, sarcasm diluted by the way she's grinning fit to bust. "Much appreciated. What kind of ship did you say this was?"

It's debateable whether River specified or not in the first place.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee was working on repairs.

And then it got late. And then (perhaps more to the point) she took a miniature fountain (or that's what it seemed like) of coolant to... everywhere. In stumbling back, she fell over -- knocking over a chest of tools (with four or five shelves) in the process, spilling the contents all over the deckplating.

During her (hour-long) shower, she had a good long cry.

And when she comes in, she drops the small basket with her soap and peripherals right by the door, hangs her towel on its hook, and bypasses what she's supposed to be doing (and ignores what he's supposed to be doing) in order to slip her arms around Simon (who's at the desk with some complicated diagram of somebody's guts or something in front of him) from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder.

"You smell good," she murmurs against his neck. "Hold still. No movin'."

[simon_doctor]

Obediently, he holds still. Well, mostly; he does set down the stylus he's holding, and reach up to stroke the back of her arm.

"So do you," he smiles. "Is that the citrus shampoo?"

[gonna_live]

"On top of the stuff don't smell like nothin' but chemicals." Sheerly grumpy.

[badinlatin]

Mal is not working on repairs. Yet. Though, he thinks to himself as he's walking toward the engine room, If I pay for the materials and parts, that should consider as working on repairs. Definitely.

It's a wary glance that gets cast about the engine room, and Mal calls, "Anybody home?"

[gonna_live]

As she opens the cabinet: "Thank you. I mean it." Rummaging through the contents. "Just -- it's been a real xī niú yuānsŏu tryin' to do all this on my lonesome."

One leather glove goes sailing in Dean's direction. It's aiming for his head. Kaylee doesn't look up.

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean doesn't roll his eyes, just snags the glove and starts puttin' it on.

"I'm guessin' you have another one somewhere?"

He does not rock the Michael Jackson look, thank you very much.

"And hey--ain't like it's some burden on me getting to mess around with an engine."

An engine in a spaceship.

Dude, that's never gonna get old.

[gonna_live]

"Just hang on a tick, I'm lookin' for it -- stuff gets messed up when this is all you been doin' for the better part of a week. Ow -- "

And then something clanks to the floor. "Lièzhì qīngwā cào de liúmáng -- I swear -- "

Kaylee emerges from the depths of the cabinet, one hand on her hip, the other rubbing at her forehead.

Then her expression gets very, very fixed.

She withdraws, delicately, the other glove from its (appropriate) place, hanging on the door -- and rather than throw it over, she carries it over to where he's standing.

And says, calm, as she holds it out, "Please tell me that when I say we need to go get real drunk and raise at least tiny amounts of hell or play darts or somethin' after we're done here, you're on board with that. I'm buyin'."