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2251/Rocket's Rare Burger

2015-05-16T03:02:01Z

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|Location=Bar and Grill at the Edge of the Multiverse
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Aboard the Rack 'n' Ruin, Rocket rolls out of his bunk and pulls on his jumpsuit. After checking the placement of his handguns he steps towards his cabin door and into the barracks corridor only to immediately turn aftward to head towards the lounge to grab a snack and see how Groot has done on the 'project' he said he was going to work on. However, passing though the door between the ship's two corridors he instead steps into the Bar and Grill at the Edge of the Multiverse. Its a typical night at the Bar and Grill, staff moving about and a decent crowd about the place. The door closes behind him and he immediately opens it again only to find it leads somewhere other than his ship for the moment as someone else was approaching the door who looks shocked at what he sees - either the bipedal raccoon or the bar behind Rocket. Rocket pushes down his own surprise and turns away from the door to go to the bar where, after clmbing up onto a stool, he orders a beer and grabs some peanuts from a bowl on the bartop and pops them into his mouth one-by-one as he half turns to examine the place... perhaps trying to inventory those around him or just watching the people there. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     It's a pretty typical evening, or at least, as typical of an evening as one can get in the Multiverse. At least, there's no major intergalactic incidents brewing at the moment. Or, at least not in the immediate vicinity of the Bar and Grill.     You take what you can get.     "Here again??" comes a voice from the direction of the aft section of the ship that's currently coasting in to dock at the Bar's external manifolds. Complaining, as usual. "Aw, come on, Mal, we just docked here two nights ago!"     "This is the only place that serves alcohol within a week's trip in any direction, Jayne. Jen mei NAI-shing duh FWO-tzoo (Extraordinarily impatient Buddha), you complain if we don't drink, or you complain if we do. Gettin' real tired of that mouth of yours.." Serenity coasts calmly in undre her pilot's guidance, and shortly, connects with the port on the outside of the Bar. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Rocket's beer arrives and the bartender asks him if he wants to see a menu. "Sure do, I was thinking how much I didn't want what was in the ship stores when I woke up," he says as he picks up the pint-sized mug and washes some of the saltyness from the peanuts away with a gulp only to pop another peanut into his mouth after setting the mug back down on the coaster the barkeep had provided. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''      Well, Jayne shuts up shortly. Thankfully. The large, gruntish figure makes his way through the newly established port along with a handful of other figures from Serenity, past a few of the station's workers near the airlock.     "First round's on Jayne," says a brown-haired figure wearing boots and suspenders, leading the group into the bar. "For not being able to keep that mouth of his shut long enough to give us all a half-second of peace an' quiet," says Mal.     Jayne's initial cries of protest are quickly drowned out by the rest of the crew voicing their approval. The large man grumbles his disapproval, then makes his way over to the bar while the rest make their way to an unoccupied booth. Jayne casts a look over at the raccoon seated down the bar a ways, peering a little closely, as clearly, he's never seen a raccoon drinking beer before. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' The menu is delivered to Rocket and he looks over it. He doesn't notice the arrival of the large surly man and the rest of the Serenity crew. Instead, as soon as he can, he orders a hamburger - with no bun or condiments... rare on lettuce with pickles... "Yeah, you got that right," Rocket says to the barkeep when the man questions the order, "Serve it on an open faced lettuce leaf, rare with pickles." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     Well, Jayne just sorta continues to gawk over at the raccoon, mouthing somethign wordlessly, perhaps expressing his amazement/amusement/confusion at why there's a beer-drinking raccoon in this bar, or why the raccoon is current ordering a burger. Either way, he snaps out of it after a few moments, then finally places the group's drink order.     "Yeah, it's all on me," says the gruniths figure, sliding the payment across the bar, with a surly tone to his tone and a disgruntled look back at his shipmates.     The Captain just drums his fingers on the table, waiting. A glance is given in the direction of the raccoon, yet unlike his muscle, the ship's captain doesn't seem to think too much of it. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' While waiting for his 'burger', Rocket notices Jayne's focus on him and he looks back at him. Then he finishes his beer and asks for another to be brought with his meal. Apparently he did notice the arrival of the ship because he asks Jayne, "What's the name of your ship there?" nodding in the direction of where the Serentiy is docked. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     Well, it takes Jayne a second or two to figure out that the raccoon just actually spoke over at him, and is actually asking him a question. Instead, he just kinda studder-steps, nearly spilling the crew's drinks on his way over to the table.     Thankfully, that second or two gives Serenity's captain enough time to stand, scoop his drink from Jayne's platter, and make his way towards the bar, a seat down from Rocket.     "Name's Serenity," says the man, in a friendly-seeming, relaxed sort of tone. He has a roguish, rakish sort of smile to his features that seems to suggest he knows how to be pleasant when the situation calls for it.     "What's a...fellow of your...well, ah..." says the captain, as though trying to find a way to word it. "Have to admit, haven't run into any others of your sort here in the 'Verse," he decides on, at last. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Rocket can't seem to help himself, when Jayne missteps he smirks as he holds back a chuckle. When Malcom comes over he nods and says, "Not surprising cause there ain't no thing like me, 'cept me." He takes a sip from the newly delivered beer as his food arrives from the kitchen - a pile of not quite raw ground meat on a lettuce leave with long slices of pickel laid across it. He then says, "I'm called Rocket, what're you called.... Captain?" The last word is said with a guess but he obviously sussed out the relationships between the crew. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     The man's roguish grin crosses his features once more, though this time, there's a definite tinge of amusement to those cerulean eyes, at Rocket's reply.     "That's a way t' put it," the captain replies. "Name's Malcolm Reynolds. Captain of Serenity," he answers, tilting his glass over towards the window, where outside, the oddly-proportioned cargo ship is docked.     "I s'pose I'd be able t' hazard a guess why y're called that, hm?" 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Picking up his meal which he has decided to eat as a wrap, Rocket says, "Sure, why don't you," before he takes a large bite crunching though the fresh lettuce and crisp pickels. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     The space cowboy takes a long pull from his glass as Rocket starts on his meal.     "Well, Jayne's a fair hand with most weapons, so I'd imagine you 'n him might get along.... Save, well, you know... Jayne not gettin' along with most folk..." the captain muses, sliding a glance back towards his crew, and the aforementioned weapons expert. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' "I could compare notes with him sometime, I'm sure," Rocket says after washing down the first bite of his meal. "I'm willing to admit that I've held a weapon or two in my past." He pauses a moment and obviously contemplates taking another bite but then asks, "Have you been in this insanely mixed up world long?" and /then/ takes another bite. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     "That's assumin' he's the note-takin' type," replies the space cowboy, with a bemsued glint to his eyes. "Got t' be the readin' sort for that, mind you," he says.     The captain takes a drink from his glass, thinking a moment after the raccoon's question. "Since Unification? Been a few years, I'd reckon... Though, all it did was make a big 'Verse a little bit bigger.. Haven't seen too much of my own section of the 'Verse, figure I'd never see all of it, let alone everyone else's, now." 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Rocket chuckles softly at Malcolm's comments about Jayne. "Sounds like a real mouth breather," he says softly, so that his words don't carry to the subject of them. He then says, "Are you with the Union or..." he trails off, sometimes its better to let the person you are asking questions of fill in answers on their own rather than feediing them information to parrot back. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, well he's a real somethin'..." returns Mal, bemusedly. The man's tone is ironic, though it's clear he still bears some affection for his crew member, regardless of the teasing.     "Not with the Union," comes the captain's reply to the raccoon's question, shaking his head as he sets his glass back down. "Not with the 'Feds either, much as I love a good fight 'gainst some big government what's tryin' to tell a man how to do things on his own," he adds. "Just here to find some jobs. Don't much care what they are, so long as it keeps us flyin'." 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Nodding as he finishes the final bite of his... 'burger', Rocket wipes a napkin around his moth before speaking again. "Have you heard about the Syndicate then? Sounds like you could benefit from the organization." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     The captain tilts his head to this, something seeming to click behind that gaze of his. "Done a few jobs for them, as I recall," he replies. "Fellow named Johnny, out near New Vegas. Done us a kindness more'n once, and I'd not forget it," he says.     "That's about as much as I'd interacted with 'em. Didn't heard anything else. Didn't care to, really." 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' "I might be be able to send some work your way also," Rocket says. "Do you have a preferred way to be contacted?" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     The captain reahces forward and snags a spare napkin, leaning over the bar, and snagging a pen out of the barkeep's apron, with a quick wink to the bartender's surprise. He scribbles down a few numbers on the napkin, then slides it over to Rocket.     "Wash keeps that frequency turned on in the helm," he says. "Just give us a call," he says. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Rocket tucks the napkin into a convenient strap of his jumpsuit. Looking around again for a moment he then asks, somewhat sheepishly, "How do I get back to my ship from here? Do I need to hire transport or will that door that bought me here take me back now that I've eaten here?" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     Mal gives a sort of devil-may-care grin, in reply to this.     "Always a safe bet, tryin' the same way you ended up here," he returns. "It's a big 'Verse out there, an' gettin' from one place to another isn't as hard as you might think, sometimes." 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Rocket hops down off the stool he was perched on and nods to Malcolm and then tips the hat he isn't wearing towards the Serenity crew. "I'll be in touch Captain Reynolds, nice t'meet you." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     The captain raises his glass over towards the departing raccoon. "Best of luck out there, Rocket," the space cowboy wishes, before kicking his stool around, sliding down from his seat, and strolling on back to his crew. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Rocket heads towards the door he came in from and finds, in fact, that going though it now takes him into central corridor of the Rack 'n' Ruin as he'd expected the door to in the first place. As the door closes behind him he can be heard calling out, "Groot, you're going to have to try to explain how this quantum stuff works to me again. Maybe I won't get a headache as quickly as I did last time?" 

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1220/Mistaken Identities

2014-12-28T05:57:55Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     Aznable Colony, Sovereign State of Neo-Zeon - It's not a very large nation, being just a handful of space colonies and a growing outpost on (the local iteration of) Mars. the local history has been...colorful...but since the last war (which was very brief but could have ended very badly) ended a few years back and there is now a peace treaty in place between them and (the local iteration of) the Earth Federation, aside from another recent conflict, things have calmed down considerably. It's neutral, has a government that tries to keep local space from being too lawless, and is open for business for anyone willing to not shoot at other people while in their jurisdiction.     That means free traders are welcome, and getting a berth in the local spaceport is simple to ask for, even if the space itself isn't easy to obtain. And yet, when the local ship control tower hears the callsign for 'Serenity', they're quick to find the ship a place to dock, with surprisingly little hassle. There are guiding beacons, complete with lights, to guide the ship inside the cylindrical 'cap' on the colony's axis, and since there is no gravity holding sway, one can manuver up and down as well as left and right once inside. They're directed to a docking berth on the upper sector, Number 14-B... 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     Colorful history on Mars. No pun intended.     "14-B, roger that Aznable Tower," says the pilot's cheery voice, hanging up the handheld comm unit and returning his hands to the ship's controls.     CRUNCH     "What the gorram hell was that?!" comes a new voice, as the ship's captain ducks into Serenity's cockpit. "I'm starting to wonder if I've not been clear enough on the subject of knocking parts off my spaceship..." Mal says, with a pointed sidelong look to his pilot as he steps up to the windows.     "Just been a while since I've parked us in zero-g, Mal..." the pilot points out, sloooowly reaching over to hide a certain guilty-looking stegosaurus underneath his control bank.     Serenity glides slowly on over towards the indicated port without any further incident, the skilled hands of the ginger pilot guiding her to a gentle contact with the colony's dock. 

:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     The local docking crew will be muttering about ameteur pilots, but it's pretty likely that Serenity will be neither the first nor the last ship to have scraped against something in here. (There may be a bill for 'debris recovery' tacked to the standard customary docking fees, too.)     As for docking itself, said local docking crew are old hands at this, and even though a Firefly class looks not much like the ones around these parts, they should be able to help the ship ease in and make all of the needed contact connections to keep it moored securely and airlock connections fitted snugly. Once they've finished, one of them floats over to the cockpit window to tap-tap his gloved hand and give a thumbs-up sign. 'You're secured,' he talls them over a local comm band. 'Feel free to disembark at your leisure. Don't forget to watch for airlocaks and gravity transitions zones.' A pause, as he receives chatter from a different band. 'Oh, and your party is on their way to meet you.'     What? 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     Serenity's docked without any further issues, and in the captain's book, that's a win. The ship gets secured to the dock, and shortly, after flashing a hand to the spacewalker in thanks, Mal turns nad makes his way towards the aft of the ship, down the narrow passageway.     And then stops.     "Party?!?" asks a new voice, belonging to a brutish-looking figure who clambers up form a room along the side of the bulkhead nearby Mal. "We're meeting a party?"     "I ain't got no gorram idea what that's about, Jayne..." the captain calls over his shoulder, as he continues on down the passageway. "Zoe! With me!"     The ship's second-in-command is already at the ship's airlock, waiting. "Didn't know you arranged a party for us, sir. How thoughtful," she says, flashing a bemused, sharp-toothed smile.     "I didn't," Mal mutters in reply, reaching to open the airlock doors, and head into the station. 

:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     On the other side of the docking airlock is the same kind of wide, neutral-colored corridor that you'd see at just about any airport or spaceport. Except that the local version of people-movers are handles on a conveyor strip mounted on the walls that moves at a leisurely pace. Useful for those who aren't comfortable with trying to glive through open air with no gravity to speak of. Yet there a few benches, a newspaper dispensors and a cluster of vending machines, all bolted to the floor.     It's a busy hour, and so unsurprisingly there's quite a few people on their way inward toward the colony and outward towards the ships. Cargo pallets float by on mounted pallet movers designed to work in weightlessness, keeping higher to the tall ceiling to avoid the people-traffic.     yulia's ponytail bobs in the wightlessness as she uses one of the people-movers, holding the handle in one hand while keeping hold of a handbag in her right. There's a man in a military uniform behind her, a good friend as well as bodyguard, and she looks behind her to flash him an excited grin. Then, she loks forward again, with that expected eagerness of meeting an old friend. Her destination? 14-B. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     "You didn't tell anyone we were coming?" asks Zoe again, turning aside towars the captain, the two standing just inside the artifical gravity of their ship, with the door now opened to the station.     "-I- didn't.." replies the captain, leaning his head out of the door and looking around for any immediate threats. Seeing none, he relaxes back into the ship. "Still, sounds as though someone's fixin' to see us here," he says, with a look back towards Zoe. "All the goods stashed?"     Zoe crooks an eyebrow. "The -one- crate we picked up on Badger's moon? Yes, it's stashed," she replies, with a layer of sarcasm over her words.     "Was hopin' to add a few more here..." says Mal, looking out of the ship into the station once more, wondering who's expecting to meet them here. 

:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     They aren't kept in suspense for long, or least they aren't left along for much longer. Or at the very least a young woman in a can't-possibly-be-uniform dress and with her wheat-blond hair in a floating ponytail touches down at the other side of the airlock, her shoes click-clacking on the threshold as the magnetic tap take hold. The man who decidedly is in a military-style red and black uniform touches down behind her a few moments later.     "Hello!" she greets cheerfully, a smile going with the words. "I'm here to pick up your passenger." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     First, Zoe looks back to her captain with one of those Looks of hers, crooking an eyebrow at him. "Yes, it's a good thing we worried," she remarks, laconically. And then turns back to the girl, a polite enough smile on her features.     "I...uh..." starts Mal, before clearing his throat once, and looking down at the girl. You can just see the gears turning, with that look on his face. "'fraid we ain't got no passengers, friend," he says, giving one of those quick, roguish smiles that he favors. "Well, actually..." he says, before leaning back in the ship, and cupping a hand to his mouth. "HEY DOC! ARE YOU AND THAT CRAZY SISTER OF YOURS PLANNING ON FINALLY RIDDING US OF THE JOY OF YOUR PRESENCE!?!?"     A moment later, a terse-sounding "No" comes back from the direction of the ship's infirmary, sounding annoyed.     "See, 'fraid there's none that're gettin' off at this port," Mal says, turning back to the girl and flashing that smile again. 

:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     Yulia's smile had originally been genuine, but it slowly fades into the one that she's learned how to hold for long periods of time. Though it gets broken by the part about someone and a crazy sister, and by the end of it her eyebrows have knit together into a more bemused expression. She grabs the doorway with her free hand so that she can lean back, and she double-checks the placard on her side. "Fourteen B..." she says aloud, more to herlf than anyone. Then she looks up at the soldier with her - no coice in that, since he's a head tallet than her. "It was Fourteen B, right?"     "Yes, ma'am," is his short reply as he looks down at her. His expression hasn't changed much, all poker face.     She then looks forward again, looking from Zoe to Mal and back. "...This -is- the Serenity, right?" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     "Sure as the turning of the worlds," replies the captain, nodding. "Malcolm Reynolds," he adds, flashing one of those roguish smiles as he introduces himself. "Captain of Serenity. This is Zoe, my first officer," he adds, tilting his head towards the dark-skinned woman as his side.     "I take it you're not the talkative type," the captain says, looking to Yulia's guardsman with a merry sort of amusement to his eyes. "Either that, or our little surprise is someone of import," he says, looking back down to the girl once more. 

:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     "Pleased to meet you, Captain Reynolds, First Officer Zoe." Just because she's confused and growing just a little concerned doesn't mean she can't be polite! She even manages to must a bit of that smile back, and she'll step-hop forward extend a hand to offer a handshake. "Yulia Koslova. And this is Tuomas Finn." In theory she probably should have included her title, and in theory she didn't really need to introduce her bodyguards, but...well, this is just how she is.     Though if anyone on the Serenity side did brush up on local information beforehand, that name might ring bells. Such as Very Important Person married to Very Important Person bells.     Though she seems to be pretty unassuming in person. Maybe they have her stand on a box for press conferences.     "You were supposed to have picked him up, along with..." Yulia continues, back to the matter at hand. "...did he only just send his mobile suit, then?" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     The captain offers his hand down to the girl, shaking the girl's offered hand politely. Who says a smuggler can't have manners?     "Well met then, Yulia," he says, as Zoe offers a quick smile, and nods her head as the girl makes her introductions. It's pretty clear that no such bells are going off in the captain's head, and even if there were, he probably wouldn't know quite how to act on it. As it is, he continues regarding the girl politely enough, as he tends to do with amenable strangers. Especially ones that he's starting to take a liking to.     "No suits on board either," says the captain, shaking his head. "Unless you're counting some of the doctor's more fancy get-ups."     "I heard that!" comes the same perpetually-annoyed voice from the ship's infirmary, on the other side of the bay. 

:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     Yulia smirks in that 'you must be pulling my leg' sort of that way at the crack about fancy dress suits, then shakes her head. "No, as in humanoid robot." She gestures with her purse-clutching hand to indicate something very tall. "Twenty meters high, give or take? Even wrapped up in a tarp, you couldn't miss it..."     Her brow furrows then, concern growing. "Your last port of call -was- Von Braun, yes? He was supposed to have met you there and you were supposed to have picked up his suit, too." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     The captain looks back inside his ship, demonstratively. "Twenty meters you say?" he says, while looking inside the rather obviously giant-robot-less cargo bay. "Must be hiding behind that crate in the back..."     Zoe gives the captain another Look, before turning her attention to the girl in his stead. "Our last port of call was back on Haven," she says, informationally. "One of Deadwood's moons. 'fraid we've never ever been to a Von Braun, s'far as I recall..." she says, looking to the captain as though to verify.     "Not in my recollection," he agrees, looking to Yulia once more. "And I'm the type that tries to remember if'n I've been asked to take a giant robot somewhere. Just doesn't do to be forgettin' things like that." 

:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     This does absolutely nothing to alleviate Yulia's concerned frown. She looks away from them to open her bag, and she rummages for a moment before pulling out a little notebook that's clearly spent a lot of time being carried about like this. "Light cargo transport Serenity, due to arrive today," she glances back again to look at Tuomas' wristwatch, "about five minutes ago. Previous dock Von Braun colony, Earth's moon..." she trails off at that point, looking up again as if half expecting that somehow her pilot and his mobile suit magically appeared when she wasn't looking.     Meanwhile Tuomas is...it's not a suspicious look, exactly. His eyes have narrowed in a kind of scrutinizing way at Mal and Zoe, before casting a quick glance down at his charge as she rattles off the information. Then, he looks up at them again. "...what's your ship's registration number?" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     "Ah, big words," Mal says, faux-chidingly, as he looks level over at Tuomas. "When you're the quiet type, s'best to start small.." he says, and of course, doesn't answer the question.     He peers over hte edge of Yulia's book, trying to scan the entries upside-down. "This -is- Serenity," he says, clearly an authority on the matter of the name of his ship, or so we'd hope. "Never stopped by Von Braun. Last time we made port on Earth was probably close to six months hence," he adds, by means of clarification. 

:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     Tuomas has been well trained in public relations and thus manages to not glare at Mal for that remark. Maybe just a bit of silent harumph at it. Yulia, however, comes to his defense. "Be nice, Captain," she gently chides in that nice sort of way. We can all be nice, right? Right.     Since he's looking anyway, she tilts her notepad so that he can better see her neatly penned note, albeit upside down. She can read her own writing, and what she's written is just what she said. And while he's looking at that, she cranes her nect to try and look past him and Zoe, just to be absolutely certain that this isn't some rediculous prank. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     Well, needless to say, Yulia is definitely not going to see any gigantic robot stashed in the back of Serenity's cargo hold. Serenity's crew is particularly good at hiding things that aren't supposed to be found, but they'd probably have a rather difficult time making a sixty-foot tall robot hide in the cargo bay of the ship, even if they had wanted to.     "Like I said," says Mal, after scanning the entries in Yulia's book. "Last place we made port was back in the Deadwood system," he says, flashing her one of those smiles as she chides him. 

:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     During this back and forth, Tuomas tilts his head slightly in that way people do when listening to something through an earpiece. then, he suddenly winces and hastily raises his had to his ear to pull it out. The voice speaking through it is loud enough to be heard, and while not strong enough for the words to be distinct, the tone is clearly not happy.     "Juin's been found, ma'am," he reports drolly. "-Our- Serenity is in the holding queue. It seems her pilot just learned that someone in tower control let another ship jump the queue to take their spot."     "Oh. Um." Yulia flashes a sheepish smile. "Then...it sounds like this all a big misunderstanding." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     Mal gives one of those smiles again, eye glinting amusedly. "I can't imagine why," he replies, good-naturedly, looking between the two.     "Terribly sorry we didn't have that giant robot of yours, Miss Yulia," the captain says, flashing a roguish grin down to the girl. "Do hope you're able to find it," he says. "And, a bit curious who's stealing my boat's name as well," he admits. 

:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     This time, Mal's smile is infectuous, and Yulia's sheepish smile turns to an amused one. "We'll blame the multiverse. If we can have a dozen people with the same name, why not two ships?" A pause. "Though it would have been just like him to put you up to pretending he wasn't here."     She puts her notepad back in her purse and closes it up, then looks back at Zoe and Mal again, her diplomat side making a bit of a return. "Well. Sorry to have bothered you like this, and I hope you and your crew enjoy your time on Aznable." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     "I'm sure we will," comes the captain's reply, smile remaining etched into his features. He leans back into the bay of his ship, and gives a sharp whistle. A few other figures emerge in the bay, as though preparing to head out into the colony proper.     "Do hope we haven't wasted your time," he adds, with that sort of rakish diplomacy that he seems to exude. "Seems as though you've got some duties to attend to around here." 

:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     "Oh no, it's not your fault," Yulia says, making a dismissive gesture with her free hand. "I've found where he is, so mission accomplished, right? Though we should go on to meet them at the right dock this time." She step hops back so that she's no longer blocking the doorway. "It was nice meeting you, maybe we'll bump into each other again?" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     "It's a small Multiverse," comes the man's reply, giving Yulia a good-natured, piratey sort of smile.     "Best of luck finding the right dock, and all. We appreciate the welcome, I'm sure," he adds, turning back towards the interior of Serenity, as though to check on the preparations of the rest of his crew, who seem just about ready to disembark. A few carry small crates of goods, and the rest assist. 

:'''{{#var:256|Yulia Koslova (256)}} has posed:'''     Yulia gives a nod, then pushes off from the ground to float back in the direction of the far wall. Tuomas gives them all a nod, then noves to follow. They'll be halfway down the hallway by the time Serenity's crew disembarks proper. 

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366/Bullets and Bickering

2014-08-08T04:20:08Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     Gunfire. Lots and lots of gunfire. Serenity wasn't parked too far away from the drop site, so the distant crack of firearms would be easily audible to those members of the crew remaining on the ship, under the captain's direct orders. They were only to stay here as long as it took to make the deal, and with the combination of the gloomy city's rainy weather and the general sense of ill tidings, the captain's orders wouldn't be too badly received, either.     That's not to say that the deal itself probably shouldn't have happened; but Jasper was the only one on this side of the Astroidia offering payment for the cargo, and Serenity hadn't had the fuel to get anywhere else. And so, Jayne, Zoe, and Mal took the Mule to the drop site.     "Wash!" comes the captain's voice, over the radio. "Turn on my spaceship!" he calls. The whine of the Mule's engines can be heard, first over the radio, and then within earshot, as the speeder heads for the open cargo door. 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:'''     Their little boarder, on the other hand, had slipped out with the mule when the heavy hitters had gone to the drop zone with a bundle under her arm. She came back in much the same condition.     Nasrin, her head down and a bundle tucked under her arm, slips in alongside the mule, breathing hard. She had some scrapes from broken glass along one arm, but other than that, the teenager stayed relatively unscathed. A few strands of sweat-soaked hair had escaped her headwrap and were plastered to her face. She huffs a few minutes for breath, before dodging around a barrel to try and get to her quarters before anyone had time to question her return.     She figured someone might have questions. And Jayne tended to shoot first and ask questions later, she found.     Not the easiest man to talk to. 

:'''{{#var:521|Kaylee Frye (521)}} has posed:''' Kaylee Frye helps start the engine spinning as the ship warms up. She runs down from the engine room down the stairs tool kit in hand, ready to get started on mule repairs when the hovercraft inevitably comes sliding into the cargo bay again. Once near the open door the sounds of gunshots over the roaring engine "Qing Wa Cao De Liu Mang..." she swears under her breath as she waits, prepared for trouble of the worst variety.      "Warmed up and ready to go." Calls Wash over the radio. "Can't help causing trouble that one." He says, pulling the communicator away too late. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     And slide in it does. The Mule comes in over the loading ramp, and skids to a halt without hitting anything (or anybody) too important. Mal's the first to hop down, while Zoe powers down the hovercraft. He slams the airlock button, and the large hydraulic doors begin to winch shut.     "Alright Wash, let's get some distance from this rock.." he radios up, before tossing his communicator aside.     Jayne hops down, next, with his usual assortment of guns slung over his shoulders, neck, and really anywhere else one can sling or holster a firearm.     "Where the black did crazy-sword-girl go?" the large, gruntish man asks. 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:'''     Definately not back to her room where she can hide. Actually, she's leaning against a wall, huffing a moment and holding an arm over her stomach with a pained expression on her face, looking all the world like she's about to be motionsick, before stumbling back to the passenger dorms. Nasrin gives a bit of a stumble before she rights herself, and begins to walk deliberately away from the voices in the hold. 

:'''{{#var:521|Kaylee Frye (521)}} has posed:'''      An annoyed frown crosses Kaylee's face as the massive hunk of metal dangerously slides into Serenity's belly. She moves in the opposite direction of Mal and Zoe on her way to pop of one of the metal panels protecting the inner workings of the Mule. "Could'a been more gentle on her captain." She says passive aggressively.      Wash pulls back on the controls, jerking the ship up to the proper exit vector, and bringing her up to speed. The engines whir, and Serenity moves off.      River watches Nasrin from the couch, curled up into the fetal position sitting very very still in an orange sweater that almost makes her look like part of the couch, save for her wide, white staring eyes. "You where running." she observes innocently. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     "Wasn't the one shootin' at it, Kaylee.." Mal replies to his mechanic, flashing her a quick grin. " 'Sides, got you to fix 'er up, don't I?"     As Serenity's engines shudder and the ships begins to gain altitude, Jayne spots Nasrin heading over towards the aft section of the ship, thanks to River's comment.     "Ship's hardly got 'nough room for one crazy as it is..." he mutters, setting down his weapons on an empty rack, and walking quickly on over. "Hey!" he says. "What in the -black- was that??" the man demands.     There's a hand quickly on Jayne's shoulder. Mal steps up behind the man, then steps over. "Jayne. I got this."     "What in the black -was- that?" the captain asks, looking over curiously to Nasrin. 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:'''     Nasrin pauses as she looks to River, and that was her mistake. She was about to comment that yes, she was running -- when Jayne makes his approach. Nasrin braces herself for a blow, one hand forming a loose fist... but then Mal interrupts. She relaxes. Slightly.     And then he asks the same thing.     Her eyes go wide, and she glances to the bundle beneath her arms, and then sets it down -- cautiously putting herself between it and River Tam.     "That," she begins, "... was me using my skills to make sure the crew came out unscathed." she replies. Her stomach is still cramping, and it makes her face twitch slightly. 

:'''{{#var:521|Kaylee Frye (521)}} has posed:''' Kaylee Frye eyes the captain "Meant Serenity." she says quietly before turning back to the panel. She removes it with an electric screw driver, and takes a look at the patchwork of wires within. Carefully she prods them, producing a few sparks. She seems to take this as a good sign, as she replaces the panel and moves around to the other side, carefully covering up the bullet holes with patch tape of the same color as the paint as a quick fix. She tests the controls and once she thinks the Mule is workable, abandons it and moves behind the captain, waiting by the door of the hold.      River's eyes swivel towards Mal and Jayne, never ever blinking. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     "Well.....yeah," the captain replies, with a confused look there for about half a second. "But...see, now, jumping through the air and going stab-happy on folk trying to put holes in me? That, I've got no problem with," he says.     "Encourage it, actually. But the voice-thing... Well, that's a rare sort of particular talent, I'd say. Don't recall you mentioning that sort of thing, and I know they don't teach that at assasin-academy..." the captain replies, as though knowing for sure that they actually don't teach that at whereever Nasrin picked up her toolbox of skills. 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:'''     "You'd be surprised." was Nasrin's reply. She exhales evenly.     But he mentioned assassin-academy. She grips her hand into a palm, and she can feel her temper rising.     And she forces it down. She exhales, and she tilts her head back. "That skill I picked up on my own." she explains. "It's a... talent." 

:'''{{#var:521|Kaylee Frye (521)}} has posed:''' Kaylee Frye waits by the door, idly playing with a pair of pliers in her hand while she listens in to the conversation, a mixture of concern and annoyance marring her face.      River plays with her hair as she bobs her head to the side face frozen in silent contemplation. "You were running." she reiterates looking at the spot on the wall behind Nasrin's shoulder. "Always moving, and moving and running and running, and you can't stop to breath. Like a fish who'll drown if they stop. Eaten by a shark. Chomp!" Her eyes slide to meet Nasrin's "Or a bird. Flapping so she won't plummet. Can't look up, can't look back."      "Who's the prey?" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     Mal's a bit too preoccupied with his space assasin to notice his mechanic fiddling with the pliers. Or he's just hoping she's not disgruntled enough to try and smack him upside the head with them.     Look.." the captain says. He's about to continue making his point, when River interrupts, talking about fish and sharks, and birds, and whatnot. Mal's head rotates over to eye the girl, almost in slow motion.     "See, now I've already got my fair dosage of crazy on this boat.." he says, snapping back to reality, and looking back to Nasrin as he thumbs over at River. "And up until now, you've been right valuable. Hell, I'd be a bit more full of holes tonight if you weren't out there. But if you're bringing some more on board besides just a fair hand with those blades of yours, I need to know. Not keen on having surprises. Not on my boat." 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:'''     Nasrin is giving a curious look to the other teenager. The running comment had her attention... but the birds meant something. She stretches her fingers a moment, and breathes out. Calm down.     "I'm a keen mimic; I can pick up on voices and accents. Nothing supernatural about that one." she explains, and then she straightens up. "I freerun. I move over buildings easily; I climb the sides of buildings... I was a theif. I am an assassin. And I am on the run." 

:'''{{#var:521|Kaylee Frye (521)}} has posed:''' Kaylee Frye stows the pliers in the belt loop on her jumpsuit. She inches forwards from the door towards Mal. "Captain..." she says, trying to gently prod his interest. Clearly she isn't disgruntled enough to smack him. Yet. "She ain't done anything bad to us."      River lolls her head onto the couch, apparently lost in some fantasy or another. "Dad's mad." She ponders outloud, before descending into a spontaneous giggle. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' That's a big YET.     Mal turns back towards his mechanic, as she steps up and enters into the conversation. Where he might not with other members of the crew *cough* Jayne *cough*, he quiets, and hears the girl out, glancing once from her to River, then back to Nasrin once more.     "I know that.." he says, sort of confirming Kaylee's words. "And like I said, what you've done here's been a kindness so far. Ain't got any issue with lettin' you do your thing when the time comes, an' Zoe and I sure's hell appreciate the help when we're making a drop."     Jayne starts to protest, but Mal raises a hand in his direction, and cuts him off.     "Again. No issue with the building-jumpin', or the blade-swingin', or any of that other handy skillset you've picked up. Just...took me by surprise, is all." 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:'''     "My father abandoned me." Her father figure on the other hand... Nasrin turns from River back to Mal. "I already told you I would never intentionally place you, or anyone on this crew in danger. However, if you feel like you cannot handle the occasional surprise... I can see myself off on the next port. It's against my creed to harm any innocent." and she gives a look to Kaylee, and then back to Mal.     "And if you prefer, I could always imitate Inara." 

:'''{{#var:521|Kaylee Frye (521)}} has posed:''' "Well it ain't like you wasn't takin a chance with the doctor and river. And we get lotsa surprises no matter what we do. She ain't a bad person." She pokes her thumb over her shoulder towards the Mule "She also doesn't crash as much." She says with a little bit of lurking venom. "This comes a normal thing, we'll haveta fix the bay for speed landings. You'll hurt Serenity."      "Mal, you ain't thinkin of letting this broad on board are you?" Jayne says just as confrontational as always. "We don't know a gorram thing about her. We just got away from the alliance, and now you're gonna put whatever followin her on us?" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     Mal nods his head, as though thoughtful, to Kaylee's comments about Simon and River. Nasrin would surely know she's part of the crew; one of his. But, if there's one thing the good captain hates, it's surprises. Good thing he's about the most un-lucky sort in the entire Multiverse.     "You're not harmin' any innocent by bein' on board here.." he starts, as Nasrin speaks. "And I wouldn't st-HEY!" he says, eyes widening to that last bit.     "What in the gorram hell is that about?" he demands. 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:'''     "I figured if it bothered you hearing your own voice, perhaps hers would be easier." Nasrin points out, and she leans back, her weight on one foot as she turns her gaze to Jayne. "As long as I keep myself to myself and no one broadcasts my presence, a single fifteen-year-old girl is of little concern. If I had not assassinated two of the snipers, your position would have gone up in a fine red mist." 

:'''{{#var:521|Kaylee Frye (521)}} has posed:''' Kaylee Frye shifts away from Mal a little upset with the mention of assassination and death. "I don't know if 'Nara would like that." She says, starting to reconsider her original argument.      Jayne goes on. "And what happens when she decides to assassinate us, huh? Don't like sleepin near another little death trap."      Kaylee looks back to Mal "Could be she stays a day or two, then we see what's what when we get to port? She needs a home for a bit. Shouldn't be hurtin' people bein so young and all." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:'''     Mal's expression is uncertain, to say the least. He's so sure she's poking purposefully at the whole...Inara situation. So sure of it. But, for now, he continues just eyeing Nasrin for a moment or two. Then he flicks his gaze to Jayne, as though longing for a distraction.     "Keep it up, Jayne, and I'll be payin' her to off you next," the captain returns, over at his hired gun.     To Kaylee, he nods a bit. "She's been with us so far, and she's right," he says, looking back to Nasrin, then. "Zoe and I would be a pair of particularly good-lookin' pink splotches right now if she hadn't've come in the way you did," he says.     "Birds always have to go south for the winter..." says the voice of the still-staring River, perched atop that couch. Where on earth-that-was did she get that awful sweater, anyway.     "Plus, I think River's taken a liking to her," the captain adds. "Would hate to split that up." 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:'''     Nasrin's expression goes blank. Hiding emotion deep inside of herself, burying the concern of losing the little room on this ship. But when Mal speaks again, her shoulders visibly loosen, and she straightens up, and gives a nod.     But at the idea of River liking her, Nasrin's eyebrows rise up, and her lips purse slightly.     "That is unsurprising." she replies, but she gives a small smile to River.     "If the inquiery is finished, I must tend to my... wound." 

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168/Talking with Space Ships

2014-08-08T04:19:44Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:''' Click. Click. Click? Well. That was odd. The door had been locked in Nasrin's room. Her brow furrows, her lips purse, and she glances around the suddenly confining little cell of space, before tilting her head and looking up. That vent would be easily enough removed. And so she backs up the half-pace the room affords, and leaps onto the bed, turning in mid-air and clinging to the vent, popping the grate open with ease. She slips inside, and begins to wriggle her way up to the common area -- and away from any of the private rooms. There's just some things you really don't want to oversee. Even if you're a nosy little Assassin. 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:''' Click. Click. Click? Well. That was odd. The door had been locked in Nasrin's room. Her brow furrows, her lips purse, and she glances around the suddenly confining little cell of space, before tilting her head and looking up. That vent would be easily enough removed. And so she backs up the half-pace the room affords, and leaps onto the bed, turning in mid-air and clinging to the vent, popping the grate open with ease. She slips inside, and begins to wriggle her way up to the common area -- and away from any of the private rooms. There's just some things you really don't want to oversee. Even if you're a nosy little Assassin. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Alright people, we're all docked up. Shouldn't be here too long, so if you diddle out in the station too long, we're leaving without too. And I ain't too inclined to be turning around my ship just to get you. I'm looking at you, Jayne," comes a voice over the ship's intercom, presumably belonging to the captain, probably up in the cockpit. Serenity's docked at a small refueling depot near the middle of the Astroidia zone, at a station that doubles as a small transportation hub, meaning it's fairly easily accessible by ship or warpgate, depending on your distance to travel. Poor Nasrin is the latest in a string of mysterious room-locking incidents that's prompted a few notes posted on the ship's refridgerator in scrawled script; probably belonging to everybody's favorite gun-naming grunt, Jayne. The culprit remains at large, though all bets are on the black-haired girl perched atop some of the barrels in the ship's main bay. "Easy there, River, will ya?" asks Mal, as the captain descends the catwalk in the ship's main bay. "Those things are much more valuable than you'd think. And if I've been keeping up on my news, they're worth near as much as you and your brother, according to the Alliance." 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:''' NAsrin wiggles into place, planting her bare feet in the smooth metal, and pushing herself upwards, she works her way into the top part of the ship, then begins to cross over. She pauses, and she hears the announcement -- people are /leaving the ship/. And the vents are hard to get out of if you couldn't unclasp them. Damn. She sits still a moment, and listens. Someone's got to remain with the ship, right? Right. Anyone. Probably not Kaylee. Nas couldn't see her passing up a chance to see something new. And not Jayne. Even if the warning wasn't about him -- he might shoot first and curse at her later. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Serenity's newest addition might be able to hear the sound of footsteps as the ship's captain makes his way down the catwalk leading from the ship's cockpit, and into the main bay. River just looks up and glares at Mal as he calls down to her while making his way around the catwalk towards the rear of the bay, in order to descend down to ground level. "You know... Once you empty the barrels they're not as fun to sit on," the young woman says, still staring over at Serenity's captain. "That's against the rules," she adds. "My ship. My rules," comes the captain's reply. "So either Jayne's gonna pick you and that special head of yours off of my barrels, or you can get up and go be morbid and creepy-like someplace less...in the way." "Get me a cat and I'll move now," River says, crossing her feet Indian-style and making a childish face at Serenity's captain. 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:''' So, Nasrin makes a split desision. She brings her arms in, putting the pressure on her feet, and then she lets her legs slide togehter... and she falls, slipping along the vents until she comes to one in the holding bay. She /almost/ goes pass it, but the cooler, dryer air is a marked difference. "Excuse me, Captain?" she calls out, her voice ringing through the vents. "I appear to have been locked into my room." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Both River and the ship's captain look upwards as there's the rather telling sound of somebody or something sliding around in the ship's air ducts. "What in the black?..." the captain says, trying to walk closer towards the sound of the noises. "If I didn't know better, I'd think it was yo-.." he says, looking back to where River is sitting. Or was sitting, rather. She's done her usual disappearing act, and she's now gone. "Nasrin, what in the 'Verse are you doing in the vent?" asks the captain, reaching up to tap the vent experimentally. "You didn't let River convince you that was a good idea or somthin'?" he asks, loud enough to be heard. "I heard that!" comes the girl's voice from the ship's common area. 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:''' "I told you." Nasrin replies incredibly evenly for someone stuck in a ship's venting system. "I was locked in my room. I didn't want to break the lock. So I went to the vents. However, they're quite problematic to get /out/ of without assistance from the outside -- or breaking the register vents. And I was quite sure I didn't want to explain that one." she admits... "...a nd no." "This isn't the /first/ time I've had to take vents around a structure. It likely will not be the last time either." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, well it's the first time I've caught something that doesn't crawl on all fours up in my vents," Mal replies, calling up through a grate in the air duct. "Other than River, that is. Suppose she counts in that category, though..." "I HEARD THAT!" comes the girl's voice, again. The captain gives a devil-may-care sort of grin, and plants his hands on his hips, whether or not Nasrin can see him. "Well, we got ourselves a fine sort of predicament here," he says. "KAYLEE!" he shouts, cupping a hand to his mouth and looking back towards the aft section of the ship. "Grab a screwdriver, a decoupler, and a prybar and get up here!" he says. 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:''' "... this is horrifying. You can't just open the grate? Why do you have to call Kaylee?" She inquires. And there's a shuffling sound inside of the vent. "... this is highly embarrassing." she mutters. Her hands begin to ahce a bit in the metal, her feet holding her in place. "Well. It could be worse." she admits. She could be naked. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Mal gives one of those signature grins. "Oh, I can," he says. "Just thought she might get a kick out of this," he says, reaching up and giving the air duct a sharp smack on the grate. The metal grate swings open easily before falling out of its mount and crashing down onto the catwalk with a metallic SLAM. Mal steps back, dusting his hands, and looking mighty pleased with himself. "Here, Cap'n!" says the newly arrived figure of the ship's mechanic, bright-eyed and ready with the requested tools as she clambers through a portway onto the catwalk. "Whatcha need me to fix?" "That," says the ship's captain, pointing to the old, fallen grate. 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:''' Nasr is already out, while the Captain was turned to Kaylee, and is dusting herself off. Bare-footed, her long, wavy hair tumbling to her waist, she has those facial tattoos -- three streaks beneath each eye, along her cheeks -- a boy's tee and a pair of loose leggings.She has scratches along her arms wehre the frame that the grate was in had scuffed her up. "Embarrassing." She mutters, msotly to herself. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Serenity's captain seems to be enjoying the way the situation has unfolded thus far. Kaylee rolls her eyes, and scoots past Nasrin with a friendly grin and a wink, before bending to pick up the grate. The mechanic hoists it up and stands on a nearby railing as she sets to work with refastening the old joints that hold the grate in place. "So you're the door-locker's latest victim, huh?" Kaylee asks, while working. "I got locked down in my hatch last week. Near had to cut my way out until Inara heard me smacking on the porthole..." she recalls. "Don't understand what the deal with it is," Mal chimes in, folding his arms. "Some body's getting their kicks off of it, and they're not taking too kindly to being told to stop." 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:''' "Could be a cry for attention, a game." Nasrin replies in a quiet voice. Speaking English with ease, though with a slight British-sounding lilt to it as she straightens. "Practice. Some people are tougher to read than others. And some make themselves as easy to read as a recipie. Or as deceptively easy." she ammends after a moment's thoguht, and she leans back on one heel. "Though I imagine, the next time I'm locked in, I will have to break the lock. It would be a shame to break anything on this ship... it's nice." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "And some easy, though not deceptively so," comes a new voice. It belongs to the red-clad woman descending the stairs so gracefully, she hardly even seems to be actually setting foot on the metal catwalk at all. Inara flashes a quick, pointed smile in Mal's direction following her words, then turns a more genuine one to Kaylee. "Hey you.." she says, before repeating the gesture at Nasrin. "Hello again, Nasrin..." she greets. Mal stands there, his arms crossed across his chest as he regards the three crew members now before him. "Ah, the Ambassador graces us with her presence..." he says, stepping unnecessarily far back to make room for Inara's entry. "And I ain't easy! Simple, sure. Not easy, though. Figured they would have covered that difference back at whore academy.." he replies, followed by a sort of thin half-smile. 

:'''{{#var:21|Yuuma Nakano (21)}} has posed:''' Space stations are, for Yuuma, pretty much Willy Wonka's factory for the average kid...full of amazing things, both awesome and terrible, a little scary, but still such an utterly wonderful experience that he wouldn't change it for the world. This being, of course, because of his technopathy. His Pokemon can get in on the 'conversation' too, thanks to their link. Though Juru, his Joltik, still thinks electronic things are boring to talk to. This station has an actual hangar rather than just docks out in space, so Yuuma's been able to walk down there where the ships are and look at them. And 'talk' with a few. Then a new ship comes in! Yuuma watches it dock, watches someone leave the ship. It's a different-looking ship than he's seen, and it catches his interest. He heads in its direction. Probably approaching from the direction the gangplank isn't facing. But not from directly in front, either. Ships usually have sensors for that. Besides, windshields. He might end up near the side of the ship, looking at it. He's got his hands in his pockets. Just looking for a while. In the breast pocket of his white and black hoodie, there's a little yellow bug-thing. And balancing on his shoulder is what looks like a Pokeball with eyes. Red half on top, though. "<...I know what you are thinking, you know,>" the ball Voltorbs. Yes 'Voltorbs' as a verb, because that's what Voltorbs do when they talk. They Voltorb. "<That is a remarkably bad idea.>" 'Of course you do,' Yuuma notes back, mentally. 'It's a spaceship. And it's not like I'm trying to blow it up. I'm just talking to it.' "<Yeah, but it might not look like that to others.>" This from the yellow bug in his pocket. This one Joltiks. Because it's a Joltik, obviously. 'It'll be okay. I'll just explain if anybody asks me.' "<You might not get the chance,>" says the Voltorb. "<Most ship crews tend to shoot people who appear to be molesting their ships.>" Yuuma's face goes a bit red. 'It's not MOLESTING. I can't interface with the ship's controls unless I touch...' Yes, mental voices can trail off. He sighs. 'Just...chill out, everything will be okay.' That said, he raises his hand and makes to set his fingers against the ship. He's just trying to have a conversation, that's all. Geez... 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:''' "Inara." Nasrin replies, giving a m irrored smile to INara along with a bow of her head... mostly in embarrassment. It's not like her to have her hair down, and be barefoot. How entirely embarrassing. She's kept the blush out of her dark complexion, but her ears darken. "No, Captain, you're quite complicated." Nasrin compliments. "... but you're kind." She straightens herself, reaching back before getting a little niggling feeling in the back of her skull. PRobably nothing, she decides. "I should go unlock my door. It wouldn't do to have two young ladies running barefoot and amok." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Inara just has this...manner about her. Something about the woman simply demands the focus of the room, and it's something far beyond just the woman's looks, which are stunning, or her extremely well-designed dress. And it's part of what contributes to the way that the woman can interact seamlessly with a greasy ship's mechanic and a barefooted space assasin and seem perfectly in place, while still retaining that singularly mesemerising quality about her. Nasrin's comment produces a sort of 'tch' from the Companion, though Mal's remark is probably equally to blame. "The only complex part about you is your sense of honor, Mal, and why you'll fight to defend mine when someone implies I'm a whore, but call me one to my face," she returns, sharply, before continuing to drift down the catwalk, towards one of the ship's two shuttles. "Mal! There's a creepy kid outside who's feeling up Serenity!" comes a shout from the direction of the ship's cockpit. Presumably, that voice belongs to the ship's redheaded pilot, who's currently holding a particularly angry-looking Tyrannosaurus in one hand, and focusing one of the ship's external cameras with the other. 

:'''{{#var:21|Yuuma Nakano (21)}} has posed:''' Yeah that's... kind of what it looks like, doesn't it? It's only the tips of his fingers that are on the hull, and he's not moving. But it does look like of weird, how he's got this completely unaware look on his face. He's not really paying attention to much, and his eyes are slightly unfocused. But he really is just having a conversation with the ship. It's the electronic equivalent of a 'hi, how are you, my name's Yuuma, what's yours', etc. 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:''' Creepy kid? Messing with Serenity? Nasrin is instantly on the move, barefoot or no, the girl is armed. She produces a thin, elegant blade, hiding it along her forearm as she slips out of the hold, feet making nearly no sound along the grates or the cold flooring of the landing pad. Her eyes narrow, pulling upon the power in her blood, trying to get an idea if this weird child meant friend... or foe. And for an instant, she's back in Cairo, slipping on an unsuspecting target to steal a purse, as neatly as you please she goes to lift her arm, cradling the blade as gently as someone would glass. She might slit his throat, she might take him down, she hasn't decided yet -- but if he fights -- oooh, if he fights... 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Mal's coat gives a sort of whoosh as Nasrin very suddenly is no longer standing where she was standing only a half-second before. His expression is sort of stuck there, just due to the startling rapidity with which the young woman makes it down and out of the ship. "....where did the knife come from?" he asks, even though Nasrin is already outside of the ship by now. Inara lingers just long enough to give a sharp grin back over her shoulder to Mal. "My, my, Mal... That's a new record for you, isn't it? Even I've never run that fast from you..." she says, blowing a very sarcastic kiss, and ducking into her shuttle. It takes the poor ship's captain another moment or two to process it all, then he ducks into the fore passageway, clambering up and towards the cockpit. Once he's there, the spaceman grabs the radio from Wash's outstretched hand, and depresses the talk button. "Hey! Don't touch my spaceship!" he says, his voice coming through Serenity's external speakers. 

:'''{{#var:21|Yuuma Nakano (21)}} has posed:''' Yuuma and his 'passengers' appear as neither allies or enemies. None of them have any particular inclinations of violence towards anyone aboard the Serenity, but since they aren't acquainted with them, probably couldn't be considered allies. But while Juru and Denka may appear as merely 'neither friend nor foe', since Yuuma is the one she's mentally marked as the target, he will probably appear as a person of interest. Malcolm's sudden loud broadcast startles Yuuma, and he stumbles back, falling on his rear with a gasp. Denka's eyes widen as it is unseated from its place and onto the ground, rolling like a ball. Quickly Yuuma scrambles to grab the Voltorb, mentally offering, 'Sorry, Denka!' Juru flails his little forelegs and 'Tiks frantically, "<PLEASE DON'T SHOOT US! HE WAS JUST SAYING HI!>" Yuuma nods, holding up his hands. One is empty, one holds the still rather dizzy-looking Voltorb. None of the three of them seem to have noticed Nasrin just yet. As she no doubt planned. 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:''' Nasrin breathes out. The second sight fades from her eyes, and when Yuuma tumbles, she takes a step back, allowing him to fall to his hindside. She glances up to where the sensors might be, and she makes the knife vanish back up her sleeve. Tricksy one, this one is. "Pokemon." she states out loud. And once she's settled that Yuuma doesn't appear to be a threat, she quietly offers a hand to help him up. Her face is still very stern and suspisious, however. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Mal may or may not be peering rather intely into the small camera screen mounted into the control dock of Serenity, trying to see exactly where in the Black that knife -went-, but definitely to no avail. Wash slooooowly leans back, and reaches around the captain to grab his second dinosaur, a rather content-looking triceratops, whose horn he proceeds to use to focus the camera's dial in on the two figures on the grainy display. "Look, harm or not, I don't take too kindly to strangers trying to get friendly with my boat," says Mal, over the intercom. "Specially considerin' most folk who sneak up to try and get around a boat ain't fixing to give her a new paint job." 

:'''{{#var:21|Yuuma Nakano (21)}} has posed:''' When he finally sees Nasrin, Yuuma does a double-take. Where the hell did she come from?! He blinks surprised yellow eyes at her. Blink. Blinkblink. Though the offered hand is taken, and Yuuma stands. As he does, he signs 'thank you'. It'll be understood even if she doesn't speak sign language. Which could be useful for Malcolm as well. That way it doesn't look like he's trying to blow a kiss to Nasrin. Because that would probably get him punched. At the very least. Yuuma looks back up at the intercom when Mal speaks again. In a moment he's rummaging for his tablet computer. It's this slim little touchscreen device from which the next voice emanates. A very artificial-sounding voice, though unmistakeably male, says in English, <<I'm sorry. Like Juru said, I was just saying hi to the ship.>> The pink-haired kid didn't type anything, mind. The tablet computer simply spoke. A Japanese voice, this one deeper and not quite as artificial-sounding, chimes in from the tablet (in Japanese, obviously), >>My name is Yuuma.<< Back to English, <<This is Juru.>> Yuuma gestures to the little yellow bug in his pocket. Then he holds up the Voltorb, who seems to have gotten its composure back. <<And this is Denka.>> 

:'''{{#var:400|Nasrin (400)}} has posed:''' Nas mirrors it, bringing her hand to her chin, palm in, and slowly lowering it with a nod. She draws up, glancing at the tablet. Her eyes light up as she understands, and she gives a small nod. "I'm..." she explains a moment. "... with the ship." Failing to give her name. 

}}

WMAT 2014

2014-07-19T04:18:45Z

Sterling: /* Commentators */

=Introduction=
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2014 kicked off on June 19, 2014. Fights began on June 20th, 2014. The tournament will feature six rounds of action in the largest bracket, as well as four exhibition matches. [[Mister Satan]] once more presides as tournament organizer, with [[Yuri Stinson]] supporting as Master of Ceremonies. 

==Rules Page==
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information! 

==Schedule==
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. 

* Tournament Gala - June 18 - hosted by [[Mizuki]]
** [[The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns|LOG]]
* Opening Ceremonies - June 19
** [[WMAT_Opening_Ceremonies_2014|LOG]]
* Round 1 - June 20 - July 1
* Round 2 - July 5 - July 14
** Exhibition Match - [[Tora]] vs. Victoria
* Round 3 - July 17 - July 26
* Round 4 - July 29 - August 4
** Exhibition Match - [[D]] vs. [[Medusa Gorgon]]
* Round 5 - August 7 - August 13
** Exhibition Match - [[Sarah]] vs. [[Serori]]
* Round 6 - August 16 - August 20
* Closing Ceremonies - August 22 

=Non-Combat Volunteers=
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.

Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended! 

==Commentators==
* [[Kaede]]
* [[Elasaid Hood]]
* [[Toph Beifong]]
* [[Malcolm Reynolds]] (And crew!)
* [[Kotone Yamakawa]]
* [[Kotoha Isone]]
* [[Rider]]
* [[Yuna Kagurazaka]]
* [[Hastur]]
* [[Isa Reichert]]
* [[Heinkel Wolfe]]
* [[Kathryn Janeway]]
* Gamagoori Ira (NPC; contact: [[Satsuki Kiryuin]])
* [[Mojo Jojo]]
* [[Metta]]
* [[Rainbow Dash]]
* The Mane Six (some spoofed; contact: [[Rainbow Dash]])
* [[Kirikou]] 

==Medics==
* [[Medusa Gorgon]]
* [[Rebecca Chambers]]
* [[Beli Klum]]
* [[Sarah]]
* The Doctor (NPC; contact: [[Kathryn Janeway]])
* [[Frederica]]
* [[Taro]]
* [[Ariah]] 

=Prizes=
The following prizes have been donated by tournament sponsors or taken from the cash pool. 

* BRACKET A
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits; an all expenses paid vacation on Afterus, complete with accommodations at the Temple of Time and a Derse Carpacian Guide; all expenses paid New Vegas retreat weekend
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits; an all expenses paid hunting trip to Atlas, featuring a chance to pilot a HERC, courtesy UniTech;
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits; an apple tree producing bacon-flavored fruits; a REVOCS-designed state of the art training equipment package 

* BRACKET B
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits; an all expenses paid vacation on Afterus, complete with accommodations at the Temple of Time and a Derse Carpacian Guide
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits; two Transportalizers allowing for instant teleportation between two locations (upgrade app required); an all expenses paid hunting trip to Atlas, featuring a chance to pilot a HERC, courtesy UniTech
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits; an apple tree producing bacon-flavored fruits; a REVOCS-designed state of the art training equipment package 

* BRACKET C
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits; an all expenses paid vacation on Afterus, complete with accommodations at the Temple of Time and a Derse Carpacian Guide
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits; an all expenses paid hunting trip to Atlas, featuring a chance to pilot a HERC, courtesy UniTech
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits; a mysterious red cog (ask for details, upgrade app required); an apple tree producing bacon-flavored fruits; a REVOCS-designed state of the art training equipment package 

All winners will also have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required, please ask for details). 

==Corporate Sponsors==
The following IC resources have contributed toward the WMAT's prize pool: 

* MMS ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])
* Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])
* The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])
* The Izzet ([[Rhapsody]])
* The Youthanizer ([[Genghis Rex]])
* REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])
* Hyperion ([[Handsome_Jack_(Dropped)|Handsome Jack]])
* UniTech Corporation ([[Rebecca Kismarin]])
* The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])
* Black Dragon Shipping ([[Fayt Ravus]])
* Starfleet ([[Kathryn Janeway]]) 

=Bracket A=
All results should be sent to this year's Bracket Organizer, [[Beli Klum]]. Please provide a clean log if it is available. 

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ROUND ONE CLICK TO EXPAND/COLLAPSE --->
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* [[Zephyr Windstar|ZEPHYR WINDSTAR]] vs. [[Fuki|FUKI]]
** [[WMAT_A1_Fuki_vs._Zephyr_Windstar|LOG]]
** Winner: Zephyr Windstar
** Commentator: None 

* EL GRAN GORDO (OOC: [[Eggman]]) vs. [[Rhapsody|RHAPSODY]]
** [[WMAT_A1_El_Gran_Gordo_vs._Rhapsody|LOG]]
** Winner: Rhapsody
** Commentary: Kari Wolf 

* BLACKOUT (OOC: [[Juno Eclipse]]) vs. [[Zeno|ZENO]]
** [[WMAT_A1_Zeno_vs._Blackout|LOG]]
** Winner: Blackout
** Commentator: Satsuki Kiryuin's Elite Four 

* [[Aurora|AURORA]] vs. MINETTE (OOC: [[Ms. Fortune]] NPC)
** [[WMAT_A1_Aurora_vs._Minette|LOG]]
** Winner: Aurora
** Commentator: Mizuki 

* [[Shizune Nakamura|SHIZUNE NAKAMURA]] vs. [[Ciaran|CIARAN]]
** [[WMAT_A1_Ciaran_vs._Shizune_Nakamura|LOG]]
** Winner: Shizune Nakamura
** Commentator: Artorias 

* BLACK DEMON (OOC: [[Kagenashi]]) vs. [[Kasumi|KASUMI]]
** [[WMAT_A1_Black_Demon_vs._Kasumi|LOG]]
** Winner: Kasumi
** Commentator: Serori 

* [[Metal Man|METAL MAN]] vs. [[Vanessa Selby|VANESSA SELBY]]
** [[WMAT_A1_Metal_Man_vs._Vanessa_Selby|LOG]]
** Winner: Vanessa Selby
** Commentator: None 

* [[Vervi|VERVI]] vs. [[Rebecca Kismarin|REBECCA KISMARIN]]
** [[WMAT_A1_Vervi_vs._Rebecca_Kismarin|LOG]]
** Winner: Vervi
** Commentator: Medusa Gorgon 

* [[Raven DeVanos|RAVEN DEVANOS]] vs. ELZA LENGAR (OOC: [[Elise Leroy]])
** [[WMAT_A1_Raven_DeVanos_vs._Elza_Lengar|LOG]]
** Winner: Elza Lengar
** Commentator: Karian 

* [[Theo Morrison|THEO MORRISON]] vs. ALPHA PACKBEAST MOONFRAY (OOC: [[Lupita Auryon]])
** [[WMAT_A1_Theo_vs._Lupita|LOG]]
** Winner: Theo Morrison
** Commentator: Metta 

* [[Mel|MEL]] vs. [[Ariel|ARIEL]]
** [[WMAT_A1_Ariel_vs._Mel|LOG]]
** Winner: Ariel
** Commentator: Elasaid Hood 

* NEAL "PSYCHO" CABLES (OOC: [[Allan Bodily]] NPC) vs. [[Yumi Musumi|YUMI MUSUMI]]
** [[WMAT_A1_Neal_Cables_vs._Yumi_Musumi|LOG]]
** Winner: Neal "Psycho" Cables
** Commentator: Kirikou 

* BYE WINNER: THE CHRONICLER (OOC: [[Ainsley]]) 
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ROUND TWO CLICK TO EXPAND/COLLAPSE --->
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* [[Zephyr Windstar|ZEPHYR WINDSTAR]] vs. [[Rhapsody|RHAPSODY]]
** [[WMAT_A2_Zephyr_Windstar_vs._Rhapsody|LOG]]
** Winner: Zephyr Windstar
** Commentary: Pinkie 

* BLACKOUT (OOC: [[Juno Eclipse]]) vs. [[Aurora|AURORA]]
** [[WMAT_B2_Blackout_vs._Aurora|LOG]]
** Winner: Blackout
** Commentary: Kirikou 

* [[Shizune Nakamura|SHIZUNE NAKAMURA]] vs. [[Kasumi|KASUMI]]
** [[WMAT_A2_Shizune_Nakamura_vs._Kasumi|LOG]]
** Winner: Shizune Nakamura
** Commentary: Yuri Stinson 

* [[Vanessa Selby|VANESSA SELBY]] vs. [[Vervi|VERVI]]
** [[WMAT_A2_Vervi_vs._Vanessa_Selby|LOG]]
** Winner: Vervi
** Commentary: Yuna Kagurazaka 

* THE CHRONICLER (OOC: [[Ainsley]]) vs. [[Theo Morrison|THEO MORRISON]]
** [[WMAT_A2_Ainsley_vs._Theo_Morrison|LOG]]
** Winner: The Chronicler
** Commentary: Staren 

* [[Ariel|ARIEL]] vs. NEAL "PSYCHO" CABLES (OOC: [[Allan Bodily]] NPC)
** [[WMAT_A2_Ariel_vs._Neal_Cables|LOG]]
** Winner: Ariel
** Commentary: Laer 

* BYE WINNER: ELZA LENGAR (OOC: [[Elise Leroy]]) 
</div></div>
 
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ROUND THREE CLICK TO EXPAND/COLLAPSE --->
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* [[Zephyr Windstar|ZEPHYR WINDSTAR]] vs. BLACKOUT (OOC: [[Juno Eclipse]])
** Winner: TBA 

* [[Shizune Nakamura|SHIZUNE NAKAMURA]] vs. [[Vervi|VERVI]]
** Winner: TBA 

* THE CHRONICLER (OOC: [[Ainsley]]) vs. ELZA LENGAR (OOC: [[Elise Leroy]])
** Winner: TBA 

* BYE WINNER: [[Ariel|ARIEL]] 
</div></div>

=Bracket B=
All results should be sent to this year's Bracket Organizer, [[Mister Satan]]. Please provide a clean log if it is available. 

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="width:600px">
ROUND ONE CLICK TO EXPAND/COLLAPSE --->
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* [[Saber of Silver|SABER OF SILVER]] vs. [[Ariah|ARIAH]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Saber_of_Silver_vs._Ariah|LOG]]
** Winner: Ariah
** Commentator: Medusa Gorgon 

* LUNESSA (OOC: [[Tesla Armadia]] NPC) vs. [[Noh|NOH]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Lunessa_vs._Noh|LOG]]
** Winner: Lunessa
** Commentator: Mel 

* [[Onikaze Kenshin|ONIKAZE KENSHIN]] vs. THE MASKED KNIGHT (OOC: [[Lucatiel of Mirrah]])
** [[WMAT_B1_Onikaze_Kenshin_vs._Masked_Knight|LOG]]
** Winner: The Masked Knight
** Commentator: Artorias 

* [[Mako Mankanshoku|MAKO MANKANSHOKU]] vs. [[Jericho Hawke|JERICHO HAWKE]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Mako_Mankanshoku_vs._Jericho_Hawke|LOG]]
** Winner: Jericho Hawke
** Commentator: Satsuki Kiryuin's Elite Four 

* [[Serori|SERORI]] vs. [[Taylita|TAYLITA]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Serori_vs._Taylita|LOG]]
** Winner: Taylita
** Commentator: Sarah and Courier Six 

* MIGHTY HOOD (OOC: [[Elasaid Hood]]) vs. [[Karian|KARIAN]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Mighty_Hood_vs._Karian|LOG]]
** Winner: Karian
** Commentator: Alexandra Knox 

* [[Richard Stadler|RICHARD STADLER]] vs. [[Ms. Fortune|MS. FORTUNE]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Richard_Stadler_vs._Ms._Fortune|LOG]]
** Winner: Richard Stadler
** Commentary: Mel 

* [[Alexandra Knox|ALEXANDRA KNOX]] vs. EVANGELINE (OOC: [[Chrysanthemum]] NPC)
** [[WMAT_B1_Alexandra_Knox_vs._Evangeline|LOG]]
** Winner: Evangeline
** Commentator: Kotone Yamakawa 

* [[Jinx|JINX]] vs. [[Allan Bodily|ALLAN BODILY]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Jinx_vs._Allan_Bodily|LOG]]
** Winner: Jinx
** Commentator: Laer 

* [[Corvo Attano|CORVO ATTANO]] vs. [[KIRIKOU]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Corvo_Attano_vs._Kirikou|LOG]]
** Winner: Corvo Attano
** Commentator: Toph Beifong 

* [[Kiyoko Saito|KIYOKO SAITO]] vs. [[Ryuko Matoi|RYUKO MATOI]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Ryuko_Matoi_vs._Kiyoko_Saito|LOG]]
** Winner: Ryuko Matoi
** Commentator: Yuri Stinson 

* [[Cirno|CIRNO]] vs. [[ZN-MALPRG]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Cirno_vs._ZN-MALPRG|LOG]]
** Winner: ZN-MALPRG
** Commentator: Cecily 

* [[Tomoe|TOMOE]] vs. [[Genghis Rex|GENGHIS REX]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Genghis_Rex_vs._Tomoe|LOG]]
** Winner: Tomoe
** Commentator: Bramble Patch 

* [[Homura Akemi|HOMURA AKEMI]] vs. KHARN (OOC: [[Horus]] NPC)
** [[WMAT_B1_Homura_Akemi_vs._Kharn|LOG]]
** Winner: Homura Akemi
** Commentator: Ruby Rhod (Laine) 

* [[Li-Ming|LI-MING]] vs. AGGRESSIVE COUNSELING, INC. (OOC: [[Prorth Edhuwi]])
** [[WMAT_B1_Li-Ming_vs._Prorth_Edhuwi|LOG]]
** Winner: Li-Ming
** Commentator: Dimentio 

* THE COWBOY COURIER (OOC: [[Courier Six]]) vs. [[Satsuki Kiryuin|SATSUKI KIRYUIN]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Cowboy_Courier_vs._Satsuki_Kiryuin|LOG]]
** Winner: Satsuki Kiryuin
** Commentator: Yuri Stinson 

* [[Staren|STAREN]] vs. [[Vendetta|VENDETTA]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Staren_vs._Vendetta|LOG]]
** Winner: Staren
** Commentator: Yuna Kagurazaka 

* [[Reina Kinney|REINA KINNEY]] vs. [[Alicia T. Harlaown|ALICIA T. HARLAOWN]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Alicia_T._Harlaown_vs._Reina_Kinney|LOG]]
** Winner: Alicia T. Harlaown
** Commentator: Hastur 

* [[Gough|GOUGH]] vs. [[Asuna|ASUNA]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Gough_vs._Asuna|LOG]]
** Winner: Asuna
** Commentator: Artorias 

* [[Kirito|KIRITO]] vs. [[Sakura Kasugano|SAKURA KASUGANO]]
** [[WMAT_B1_Kirito_vs._Sakura_Kasugano|LOG]]
** Winner: Sakura Kasugano
** Commentator: Kirikou 
</div></div>
 
<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="width:600px">
ROUND TWO CLICK TO EXPAND/COLLAPSE --->
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* [[Ariah|ARIAH]] vs. LUNESSA (OOC: [[Tesla Armadia]] NPC)
** [[WMAT_B2_Ariah_vs._Lunessa|LOG]]
** Winner: Ariah
** Commentary: Raditz 

* THE MASKED KNIGHT (OOC: [[Lucatiel of Mirrah]]) vs. [[Jericho Hawke|JERICHO HAWKE]]
** [[WMAT_B2_Jericho_Hawke_vs._The_Masked_Knight|LOG]]
** Winner: Jericho Hawke
** Commentary: Vinyl Scratch 

* [[Taylita|TAYLITA]] vs. [[Karian|KARIAN]]
** [[WMAT_B2_Karian_vs._Taylita|LOG]]
** Winner: Karian
** Commentary: 

* [[Richard Stadler|RICHARD STADLER]] vs. EVANGELINE (OOC: [[Chrysanthemum]] NPC)
** [[WMAT_B2_Evangeline_vs._Richard_Stadler|LOG]]
** Winner: Richard Stadler
** Commentary: Yuri Stinson 

* [[Jinx|JINX]] vs. [[Corvo Attano|CORVO ATTANO]]
** [[WMAT_B2_Corvo_vs._Jinx|LOG]]
** Winner: Corvo Attano
** Commentary: Toph Beifong 

* [[Ryuko Matoi|RYUKO MATOI]] vs. [[ZN-MALPRG]]
** [[WMAT_B2_Ryuko_Matoi_vs._ZN-MALPRG|LOG]]
** Winner: Ryuko Matoi
** Commentary: Mysterious Khajiit 

* [[Tomoe|TOMOE]] vs. [[Homura Akemi|HOMURA AKEMI]]
** [[WMAT_B2_Tomoe_vs._Homura_Akemi|LOG]]
** Winner: Homura Akemi
** Commentary: Mizuki 

* [[Li-Ming|LI-MING]] vs. [[Satsuki Kiryuin|SATSUKI KIRYUIN]]
** [[WMAT_B2_Li-Ming_vs._Satsuki_Kiryuin|LOG]]
** Winner: Satsuki Kiryuin
** Commentary: Laer 

* [[Staren|STAREN]] vs. [[Alicia T. Harlaown|ALICIA T. HARLAOWN]]
** [[WMAT_B2_Alicia_T._Harlaown_vs._Staren|LOG]]
** Winner: Staren
** Commentary: Elasaid Hood 

* [[Asuna|ASUNA]] vs. [[Sakura Kasugano|SAKURA KASUGANO]]
** [[WMAT_B2_Asuna_vs._Sakura_Kasugano|LOG]]
** Winner: Sakura Kasugano
** Commentary: Mizuki 
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ROUND THREE CLICK TO EXPAND/COLLAPSE --->
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* [[Ariah|ARIAH]] vs. [[Jericho Hawke|JERICHO HAWKE]]
** Winner: TBA 

* [[Karian|KARIAN]] vs. [[Richard Stadler|RICHARD STADLER]]
** Winner: TBA 

* [[Corvo Attano|CORVO ATTANO]] vs. [[Ryuko Matoi|RYUKO MATOI]]
** Winner: TBA 

* [[Homura Akemi|HOMURA AKEMI]] vs. [[Satsuki Kiryuin|SATSUKI KIRYUIN]]
** Winner: TBA 

* [[Staren|STAREN]] vs. [[Sakura Kasugano|SAKURA KASUGANO]]
** Winner: TBA 
</div></div>

=Bracket C=
All results should be sent to this year's Bracket Organizer, [[Beli Klum]]. Please provide a clean log if it is available. 

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ROUND ONE CLICK TO EXPAND/COLLAPSE --->
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* [[Marie Mjolnir|MARIE MJOLNIR]] vs. [[Beelzebumon|BEELZEBUMON]]
** [[WMAT_C1_Beelzebumon_vs._Marie_Mjolnir|LOG]]
** Winner: Marie Mjolnir
** Commentator: Mizuki 

* [[Jeannette Thompson|JEANNETTE THOMPSON]] vs. [[No. 9|NO. 9]]
** [[WMAT_C1_Jeannette_Thompson_vs._No._9|LOG]]
** Winner: Jeannette Thompson
** Commentator: 

* [[Samus Aran|SAMUS ARAN]] vs. CAMERON BAUM (OOC: [[John Connor]] NPC)
** No Log
** Winner: Cameron Baum - by coin flip
** Commentator: None 

* [[Arthur Lowell|ARTHUR LOWELL]] vs. [[Dark Matter|DARK MATTER]]
** [[WMAT_C1_Arthur_Lowell_vs._Dark_Matter|LOG]]
** Winner: Dark Matter
** Commentator: Mizuki 

* [[Neuroi Girl|NEUROI GIRL]] vs. [[Takamachi Nanoha|TAKAMACHI NANOHA]]
** [[WMAT_C1_Good_Nanoha_vs._Neuroi_Girl|LOG]]
** Winner: Takamachi Nanoha
** Commentator: Kotone Yamakawa 

* [[D]] vs. [[Samael|SAMAEL]]
** [[WMAT_C1_D_vs._Samael|LOG]]
** Winner: D
** Commentator: Kagenashi 

* [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] vs. THE BLACK REAPER (OOC: [[Hei]])
** [[WMAT_C1_Fate_T._Harlaown_vs._Hei|LOG]]
** Winner: The Black Reaper
** Commentator: Alexandra Knox 

* [[Testarossa Fate|TESTAROSSA FATE]] vs. [[A-ko Magami|A-KO MAGAMI]]
** [[WMAT_C1_Testarossa_Fate_vs_A-ko_Magami!|LOG]]
** Winner: Testarossa Fate
** Commentator: Kiyoko Saito 

* [[Bowser|BOWSER]] vs. [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]]
** [[WMAT_C1_Bowser_vs._Toph_Beifong|LOG]]
** Winner: Bowser
** Commentator: Mithos Yggdrasill, with NPCs Gnome and Efreet 

* [[Maya|MAYA]] vs. [[Procyana|PROCYANA]]
** [[WMAT_C1_Maya_vs._Procyana|LOG]]
** Winner: Procyana
** Commentator: Rainbow Dash 

* [[Nanoha Takamachi|NANOHA TAKAMACHI]] vs. [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]
** [[WMAT_C1_Evil_Nanoha_vs._Summer_Powers|LOG]]
** Winner: Summer Powers
** Commentator: Mel 

* [[Kaydon|KAYDON]] vs. [[Material-S|MATERIAL-S]]
** [[WMAT_C1_Kaydon_vs._Material-S|LOG]]
** Winner: Material-S
** Commentator: Juno Eclipse 

* [[Material-L|MATERIAL-L]] vs. [[Sarah|SARAH]]
** [[WMAT_C1_Material-L_vs._Sarah|LOG]]
** Winner: Material-L
** Commentator: None 

* [[Artorias|ARTORIAS]] vs. [[Sagat|SAGAT]]
** [[WMAT_C1_Artorias_vs._Sagat|LOG]]
** Winner: Artorias
** Commentator: Gough 
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ROUND TWO CLICK TO EXPAND/COLLAPSE --->
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* [[Marie Mjolnir|MARIE MJOLNIR]] vs. [[Jeannette Thompson|JEANNETTE THOMPSON]]
** [http://pastebin.com/fyRLepY8 LOG]
** Winner: Marie Mjolnir
** Commentary: None 

* CAMERON BAUM (OOC: [[John Connor]] NPC) vs. [[Dark Matter|DARK MATTER]]
** [[WMAT_C2_Cameron_vs._Dark_Matter|LOG]]
** Winner: Cameron Baum
** Commentary: None 

* [[Takamachi Nanoha|TAKAMACHI NANOHA]] vs. [[D]]
** [[WMAT_C2_D_vs._Takamachi_Nanoha|LOG]]
** Winner: Takamachi Nanoha
** Commentary: Kagenashi 

* THE BLACK REAPER (OOC: [[Hei]]) vs. [[Testarossa Fate|TESTAROSSA FATE]]
** [[WMAT_C2_Testarossa_Fate_vs._The_Black_Reaper|LOG]]
** Winner: The Black Reaper
** Commentary: Alexandra Knox 

* [[Bowser|BOWSER]] vs. [[Procyana|PROCYANA]]
** [[WMAT_C2_Bowser_vs._Procyana|LOG]]
** Winner: Procyana
** Commentary: Sarracenia 

* [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]] vs. [[Material-S|MATERIAL-S]]
** [[WMAT_C2_Summer_Powers_vs._Material-S|LOG]]
** Winner: Material-S
** Commentary: Hastur 

* [[Material-L|MATERIAL-L]] vs. [[Artorias|ARTORIAS]]
** [[WMAT_C2_Artorias_vs._Material-L|LOG]]
** Winner: Artorias
** Commentary: Metta 
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ROUND THREE CLICK TO EXPAND/COLLAPSE --->
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* [[Marie Mjolnir|MARIE MJOLNIR]] vs. CAMERON BAUM (OOC: [[John Connor]] NPC)
** Winner: TBA 

* [[Takamachi Nanoha|TAKAMACHI NANOHA]] vs. THE BLACK REAPER (OOC: [[Hei]])
** Winner: TBA 

* [[Procyana|PROCYANA]] vs. [[Artorias|ARTORIAS]]
** Winner: TBA 

* BYE WINNER: [[Material-S|MATERIAL-S]] 
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=Posters=
Announcement posters for your matches are available for commission from Arthur Lowell. Others have created their own posters! 

* [http://i.imgur.com/vaWEuHf.gif Arthur Lowell vs. Dark Matter] (by Arthur Lowell)
* [http://i.imgur.com/uj7LWie.png Onikaze Kenshin vs. The Masked Knight] (by Arthur Lowell)
* [http://i.imgur.com/0KtgAZ8.png Bowser vs. Toph Beifong] (by Toph Beifong)
* [http://i.imgur.com/TEV1iwB.png Ryuko Matoi vs. Kiyoko Saito] (by Arthur Lowell)
* [http://i.imgur.com/FfIdHN9.png Samael vs. D] (by Arthur Lowell)
* [http://i.imgur.com/9pAjy9J.png D vs. Takamachi Nanoha] (by Arthur Lowell)
* [http://i.imgur.com/RpENGiP.png ZN-MALPRG vs. Ryuko Matoi] (by Arthur Lowell)
* [http://i.imgur.com/PE463Kh.png D vs. Medusa Gorgon] (by Medusa Gorgon) 

=New Vegas Radio Spots=
The following radio spots have been created by Courier Six. 

* [https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-kenshin-v-lucatiel Onikaze Kenshin vs. The Masked Knight]
* [https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-aurora-v-minette Aurora vs. Minette] 
* [https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-d-v-medusa D vs. Medusa] 

=Exhibition Matches=
The World Martial Arts Tournament is proud to present this year's schedule of exhibition matches! Join us for the thrilling action that unfolds whenever two combatants put it all on the line for more than just a championship title! Grudges will be answered, prizes won, and revenge satisfied in a series of matches you'll need to see to believe. 

WHO: Battle Rondo Champion TORA versus Former Champion VICTORIA 
WHEN: WMAT Round Two 
It's a World Martial Arts Tournament SPECIAL EVENT! After winning the WMAT in her first year, and competing again last year, Shizune Nakamura went on to coach her rare model shinki, Tora, through another competitive tournament -- the Battle Rondo! And boy, did that coaching pay off -- Tora went on to win it all! Of course, her victory wasn't celebrated by everyone...former Battle Rondo champion, Victoria, wants her name in the lights again, and she's come to the WMAT to earn it. Join us in watching two top-of-the-line shinki models compete for special WMAT-themed weapons, including a mounted auto-cannon, double-ended battle axe, and cosmetic armor upgrades. You won't believe what these girls can do! Featuring Battle Rondo's Ia and Mary on commentary. 
WINNER: Victoria! 
LOG: [[WMAT_Battle_Rondo_Exhibition|WMAT Battle Rondo Exhibition]] 

WHO: D versus MEDUSA GORGON 
WHEN: WMAT Round Three 
The mysterious Medusa Gorgon faces off against the equally enigmatic D for reasons we wish we could explain! A personal wager is on the line, but how high are the stakes, anyway?! Find out at the fight -- maybe! Commentator to be announced. 

WHO: MISTER SATAN versus LUTE 
WHEN: WMAT Round Four 
A true hero steps into the ring to face the ultimate force of infamy! Will World Champion Mister Satan finally meet his match?! The spirit of justice will guide our planet's greatest champion as he duels against the Confederacy's most reckless, vile, and contemptible villain, the indomitable Lute! Commentator to be announced. 

WHO: SARAH versus SERORI 
WHEN: WMAT Round Five 
THE CAT FIGHT OF THE CENTURY! Serori has been holding onto quite a grudge where Sarah's concerned. Though their relationship has been professional and civil for some time, Serori's got a real kink in her tail after Sarah's retirement gift was one prank too far. Eager to prove she's still got what it takes to be a respected force in the Multiverse, Serori won't hold back! It's ice against fire in a battle you won't wanna miss! Commentary provided by Laer and Nyarie.
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The Speedster and the Scavengers

2014-07-18T07:13:42Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' Blurr had been sent into a densely foliated area to retrieve some intel from a crashed vessel, make an assessment on what parts and supplies, if any, were worth salvaging from the wreck, as well as search for those who had not managed to make it to an escape pod before the craft impacted the surface of the planet. Needless to say, this isn't one of his favorite kinds of places to go cavorting through. So many trees. And other stuff in his way. He's left quite the obvious trail of trampled vegetation behind him wherever he treads. And to top it all off, he managed to step in some gargantuan pile of organic defecation while he'd been busy scanning the airwaves for any kind of a distress beacon or other signal that might possibly be coming from another Autobot. "Slag it...." he mutters indignantly as he does what he can to wipe it off on a giant palm leaf or something. Stupid waterbags. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' Blurr had been sent into a densely foliated area to retrieve some intel from a crashed vessel, make an assessment on what parts and supplies, if any, were worth salvaging from the wreck, as well as search for those who had not managed to make it to an escape pod before the craft impacted the surface of the planet. Needless to say, this isn't one of his favorite kinds of places to go cavorting through. So many trees. And other stuff in his way. He's left quite the obvious trail of trampled vegetation behind him wherever he treads. And to top it all off, he managed to step in some gargantuan pile of organic defecation while he'd been busy scanning the airwaves for any kind of a distress beacon or other signal that might possibly be coming from another Autobot. "Slag it...." he mutters indignantly as he does what he can to wipe it off on a giant palm leaf or something. Stupid waterbags. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' It seems the Transformer isn't the only one to hear of the downed ship, as there's presently the obvious sound of a ship flying overhead in the direction of the crash site. It sounds like it's certainly larger than just a sub-orbital ship, and shortly, the ship itself comes into view, flying low over the forest canopy. It's a transport ship, Firefly-class, with the larger aft end that gives the ship's class its namesake. The twin engines mounted into the ship's stubby little wings are rotated downwards, in order to maintain altitude just above the treetops. "Wash, keep it steady, gorramit!" comes the shout from a voice belonging to a suspenders-wearing figure standing just inside Serenity's bay doors. "Ain't particularly keen on this idea; ain't one of my best, I admit it. But you tossing my spaceship around ain't helping!" he says, letting go of the talk button on his radio communicator. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' It isn't long before the scans reveal another vessel. It doesn't belong to the Autobots nor to the Union. So who is this, exactly? Blurr looks up as it comes nearer and nearer, and once it's close enough he can hear the shouts that appear to be coming from a human man. Their approximate trajectory is calculated, and the Autobot quickly determines that they're headed for the crash site as well. Slag it, he can't just let some strangers stumble across that wreck...especially since the on-board computer might have some valuable intel that simply can't be allowed to fall into enemy hands. Transforming down into his vehicle form, he zooms forward, knocking down even more trees and attempting to avoid rocks or anything he -can't- simply run over. As the Firefly-class ship approaches the crash site, whoever's on board will likely notice just how enormous it is. Given that it's a battlecruiser designed to accommodate people who are several stories tall, in comparison to the human-piloted vessel it is quite colossal. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Gao yan jong duh goo yang (Motherless Goats of All Motherless Goats)..." says the captain's voice, the radio transmission probably detectable on the Autobot's frequency, as well. Sounds like Chinese. "You said this was a SHIP, Jayne! Not a gorram floating city!" Another voice comes in over the radio, as the one being addressed, presumably Jayne, replies: "How's I supposed to know what he meant, damnit Mal! Job's a job, innit?" The back door of the ship's bay is pulled open by a pair of hydraulic lifts, and the ship begins to slow, as it approaches the crash site. It might not be able to actually land, due to the tree cover, but it can probably get low enough to drop some of its crew off. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' The closer the crew get to this ship, the more imposing its size becomes. If they are to disembark near it...well, it looks like it could be the size of a small human city. Though, it has a lot of holes in it, along with a lot of exposed circuitry, wiring, and the like. But just inside one of those holes, is what appears to be a car. And a very slick-looking one, at that. Just sitting there, empty, and somewhat dinged up but otherwise appearing to be in good shape. Meanwhile, Blurr reaches the perimeter of the crater the ship had created, and curses to himself when he sees that the humans have already arrived on-site. There's going to be an ideal way of handling this particular situation... 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Serenity slows to a hover a few dozen meters above some of the deforested ground near the crash site, and shortly therafter, a large cable is tossed out of the back hatch. Two figures descend the cable, followed by another two. "Alright, people. Let's get in there and find what we can," says the voice of the captain, once more. "Should be plenty here. Kaylee, you and Jayne get to wherever the engine..." somehow, 'room' just doesn't seem like the right word here "..area is, and grab whatever looks expensive. Me an' Zoe will start at the bridge," he says. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' Oh, no sir, no way is Blurr going to just let those humans loot the Autobot vessel like that! Just as the captain and his friend Zoe start heading toward the bridge, what appears to be a blue-haired teenaged boy just...materializes in front of them. "Excuse me but what are you doing and where do you think you're going, I'm sorry but I'm afraid it's too dangerous to venture inside." he says abruptly and also at a very rapid rate. Not so fast that no one could understand him, but fast enough that you'd just barely catch what he's saying. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' The two other figures, Jayne and Kaylee presumably, continue to make their way over in the direction of the ship's aft section, hopefully where some of the engine tech is located. Mal and Zoe pull up just shy of the blue-haired kid as he just sorta appears right there in front of them. An eyeblink later, and Zoe, a darker-skinned serious-looking woman, pulls out what looks like a Western-style sawed-off shotgun, and actuates the level. "Whoa there... We're not lookin' for trouble here, friend," says the captain, raising his hands, palm up, in a neutral sort of gesture. "Well..." he says, with a sidelong glance to Zoe. "Always prepare to see a bit of it," he corrects, looking back to the kid. "Plenty there for you, and plenty there for us. Ship's pretty large-like. No need to be making a fuss over it." 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' Blurr grumbles to himself. No, these stupid humans don't -get- it. The kid shakes his head, not appearing to be at all disconcerted by the weapon being drawn on him. Does he need to talk even -more- slowly? "No no no, you don't get it, I mean didn't you hear what I just said, I said it it's too dangerous for you therefore you need to leave these premises immediately before the automated defense systems activate as soon as your friends step inside." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Who said they're needin' to go inside?" comes the reply from the dark-skinned woman at the captain's side. "I was.." Mal replies, giving a sort of stage-look back to his second-in-command, then looks back to the blue-haired kid, pointing a finger at him. "Now, I don't consider myself much a mechanic," he says. "But I know a broken ship when I see one. And crashes have a funny way 'bout breakin' ships, see. Reckon there's not too much working on that ship still save a couple of batteries, dig?" 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' But Blurr is adamant. "You don't know what kind of ship this is, do you? You certainly didn't expect it to be this large. It could belong to anyone, and they could still be alive onboard. Speaking of which, most people aren't very friendly to other people who try to dismantle their spacecraft." He insists, perhaps unintentionally revealing that he had intercepted their communications earlier. "Now if you were smart you'd tell your team to get back out here so you can leave immediately. Like right now. Before anything bad happens." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Ain't heard anything when we hailed her, but if there's someone on there, we'll be sure and help them out," Serenity's captain replies, evenly. "Now I'm getting less patient-like. Seeing as you're standing 'tween me and mine and that ship back there," he continues, folding his arms over and across his chest now. "So get out of my ruttin' way." 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' Blurr is definitely -not- going to get out of his way, at least not willingly. "Nope absolutely not, you need to get yourselves out of this area immediately before someone gets killed by some unforseen danger such as a leak or an exposed circuit or a hostile entity or a malfunctioning quantum engine or orbital jump or Primus knows what else!" He's starting to talk faster and faster. "Additionally this craft was clearly designed for beings who are much larger and more resilient than humans so obviously that just makes it even more dangerous!" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Zoe steps forward now, shotgun held ready, and posture equally so. "Man ain't gonna ask again," she says, expression and tone even, and serious. By now, Kaylee and Jayne have wandered over in the direction of their captain, trying to ascertain what the holdup here is. The larger of the two figures looks like a walking arsenal; aside from the mammoth assault rifle that he carries, he's got a bandolier stuffed with grenades, a pair of handguns clipped to his belt, and the stock of a shotgun peeks up over his shoulder. He certainly looks eager to test it out, too. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' Spawn of a glitch, how much more stupid and stubborn could these humans get? Ugh. Blurr had been -hoping- that he could talk some sense into the organics, but it seems that he's going to have to be a bit more...forward. Suddenly, the teenager disappears and a blur of blue and white bursts from a grove of trees near the crash site, and as it nears the humans can see that it looks like some kind of high-tech hovercraft. But not for long. It starts to unfold outward and upward, until standing before them is a 3-4 story tall mechanoid who looks like he might be the perfect size for the ship they had been planning on looting. "Hmph! Oh really you want to threaten me well go ahead and threaten me -now-." he taunts, glaring down at them. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Well, mine taking you seriously is certainly coming to a middle..." says the ship's captain, as him and the three members of his crew take a few careful steps backwards. "Jayne? Please tell me you brought grenades this time..." he says, giving a glance over at the weapon-clad man to his right. "Uh...yeah," Jayne replies, a bit distracted with the sudden appearance of the big metal..thing in front of them. "Listen! We don't mean no harm to you and yours. If there's some of your folk in that ship, we ain't gonna touch them. Just running low on fuel and batteries. Figured we might be able to pick some up that won't be used no longer. Some spare parts, too." 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' Blurr folds his arms. "Oh and I'm supposed to trust you? Who are you anyway?" He crouches down toward them as far as he can comfortably go and starts off on the high-speed rant of the century. "Hmph if you needed fuel or whatever then why didn't you just ask or why didn't you just go to some orbital fueling station if you fly a ship you should know there are plenty of those out there that are open for business to the public, because the fact of the matter is that this ship crashed or not belongs to -us- that is the Autobots and therefore you have absolutely no right to just go right and take whatever you want as if you owned it yourselves!!" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Both Jayne and Zoe keep their weapons aimed up at the big metal creature; though whether or not they even think they'd be able to do any damage to him/her/it is uncertain. Kaylee doesn't seem to carry any weaponry, it seems, and the ship's captain hasn't made a grab for the sidearm holstered on his leg yet, either. "Ain't got enough to make it off-planet," the captain replies. "And those parts would cost us quite a pretty penny. You folk have more than enough to spare, and it don't look like this heap is going to be using them much anyway," he adds, calmly. "So how's about you let us on through to get what we need, now. Can't and ain't going to leave without it." 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' "Oh is that so and how do -you- know we have 'plenty' to spare, huh? And how do I know I can trust you?" Blurr keeps pressing the question of trust. "You're not Union, and you're not Confederate, I've never seen or heard of you before so I don't know who the slag you are or whether you're just telling me a bunch of rustwash." He pauses, then sighs. "Fine I'll see if there's any useable fuel left and -I'll- get it for you okay?" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Well, it's a...big ship," the ship's captain replies, giving a gesture at the sheer magnitude of the crashed thing. It really is big, too. "And that's fine. No need for trouble. Just needin' our fuel," he says, trying to gesture for Jayne and Zoe to lower their weapons. "Standard mid-grade, particle combustion engine fuel!" calls out the rather happy-sounding voice of the other woman. Kaylee, presumably. She's also standing in awe at the walking robot, it seems. The eager ship's mechanic has a love for machinery, and meeting a walking, talking machine Well, that's pretty cool. "Oh, and if you find any dual-layered compression coils, could use one of those. Cap'n hasn't replaced 'em for months." 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' Blurr grumbles but agrees. Well, if he helps these people now, they're more likely to help him in the future. After all they do have a ship. They could come in handy someday. Kaylee shouts, but the speedster has already disappeared inside, returning in just under a minute with one of the smaller fuel reservoirs (though it is by comparison, still quite large). "Mined from an asteroid near the Centralus system. Not sure if it'll work for you but that's what we have. And sorry but I'm not exactly an engine expert so I don't know how to find compression coils and chances are we don't have the same ones you do anyway." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Figure that'll do nicely," the captain replies, once the Autobot comes back out of the ship. Jayne moves ahead a bit with Zoe, carefully, meaning to heft the rather large (relative to HUMANS) drum and bring it back within range of the still-hovering Serenity, for her to catch with the cable. "Appreciate the spot," mal adds, dipping his head to the Autobot. Kaylee looks a little disappointed at the lack of compression coils, though seems happy enough with the fuel, which is probably a good bit nicer than anything the crew's used in the past. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' Blurr watches thoughtfully as the fuel cylinder is carried to the ship. He seems to have calmed down at least a -bit- by now. "Right well I'm assuming you're the captain?" he asks, glancing down at Malcolm. "I don't think I ever got your names." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' It takes Jayne and Zoe two tries to lift the drum, as it's considerably larger than either of them, and probably weighs more than both put together, but they manage to heft it up, with Kaylee's help, and bring it back in range of the ship. Jayne works to hook the cable onto the drum, then radios up to the ship, which begins to winch the heavy fuel drum up into the ship's bay. Mal observes a moment, then turns back to Blurr. He nods his head, offering one of those quick, roguish sorts of grins that he favors. "Malcolm Reynolds, Captain of Serenity," he replies, politely. "Figured you for a Union-type. Ain't seen any like you 'round the 'Verse so far." 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:''' "Captain Malcolm Reynolds," Blurr repeats, making a mental note of that to use in his report later. "Blurr is my designation." There's another pause as he looks back toward the crash site for a moment, then back at Reynolds. "You know I wasn't -just- trying to convince you to leave because I didn't want you to loot our ship when I said it was dangerous, I mean it really is dangerous. Especially for humans. So don't go looting a ship you don't know much about in the future okay? Okay, good." There's the sound of shifting metal plates and spinning gears as the speedster's body seems to fold down once again into the hovercraft vehicular mode. "So now that you have enough fuel to get where you need to go at least why don't you go ahead and do that." A.k.a., leave now. "Because I've got my own people to search for and like I said not safe for humans -especially- if I'm not here to override any drone defense systems that might still be online that you might accidentally activate you know I wasn't joking about those automated systems and don't tell me you know more about this ship than I do because it's a Cybertronian cruiser which is what I am and you're not." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Blurr.." Mal says, lifting a shoulder. "Least that's memorable," he adds. "Plenty of dangerous things for a man to be doing out here," replies Serenity's captain, folding his arms over his chest once again. "Ain't like we've got another choice, 'sides," he adds, simply. "Appreciate you betting the fuel for us, in any case. I'll take that as a kindness," says Serenity's captain. He gives a final nod to the Autobot, then turns and makes his way back towards his hovering ship, and the dangling cable. The spaceman grabs a hold of the cable, and Serenity begins to gain altitude, pulling the captain back in. "Alright, people, we got what we came for. Let's fly." 

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Drifter

2014-07-16T20:34:28Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' "...Right. So. Note ter self: don't ever try ter get between a cow an' a bird." If anybody could hear him, that's what Jono would be saying right now. There is a very clear reason no one can hear him. Nobody's around. There's also a reason why nobody's around. Because he's floating space. Now, for anybody else, this would be a short-lived but rather deadly problem. All kinds of horrible things happen to an unprotected human body in space. Jono's... not exactly completely human anymore, though. And how did he get out here? Quite simple. There's a space station not too far from here, and that space station has a really nice bar. He got into a difference of opinions over a lady and her right to not be pawed by a giant cow-man. Said giant cow-man took exception to Jono politely asking him to 'bugger off and leave the lady alone'. So he threw Jono out an airlock. Fortunately he didn't die. Unfortunately... he has no way to get out of space. Maybe he could use his fire for that, but what if he ran out of juice up here? Would he die? He's not eager to find out. For the time being he's got himself wrapped up. So he does look for all the world like a body floating in space. Just a nondescript-looking man with brown hair and everything between his nose and his waist wrapped with black cloth. "...Hangin' out? Hangin' around? Floatin' about?" Hard to find words for his current predicament. "...Chillin' out?" It IS kinda cold out here... 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Space is, well, big. Really, really big. So, when we say that Serenity tends to frequent this corner of the Void, it's a bit like saying that cruise liners tend to frequent the ocean. The oddly-proportioned cargo ship could travel through this pocket of empty space a million times, and would likely never cross through the same section of space twice. "Hey, Mal...." says a higher-pitched male's voice. Wash smacks the radar screen with the head of a particularly unfortunate plastic dinosaur. "Something's showing up on the scope... "Something could mean a lot of things.." says a second voice, as a figure in suspenders and a brown coat steps into the cockpit. "Looks almost like a person," says Mal, leaning in nearer to the green, steampunk-styled screen. I told Kaylee to stop putting games in the mainframe..." the ship's captain grumbles, good-naturedly. 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' Hey wait. Is that a ship? It's hard to move, but Jono's radio picks up telepathic transmissions. It has to, because that's the only way he can speak and be understood. So, Jono broadcasts on a local band, "Oi. Think yer could 'elp a bloke out?" Yes, that is a very thick Cockney accent there. The ship should be able to pick up the transmission. "Seems a right manky git an' I had a slight disagreement, an' 'e tossed me out 'ere. Think yer could gimmie a ride back ter the station?" Jono's trying to move around, to turn and wave at the approaching ship, to indicate that he means himself. Also, if the ship can see him, they'll be less inclined to hit him. Which, while it would be incredibly funny to end up splattered like a bug on a car windshield, would suck mightily. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Glitches don't move, Mal!" replies Wash, jabbing a finger back at the screen once more, pointing at the small, Jono-shaped dot on the radar scope. That's right when the unfortunate's voice comes in over the ship's radio, staticy at first, but with greater clarity once the pilot reaches over and fiddles with a few dials. "What kind of gorram accent is that?...." says the ship's captain, walking over to the receiver, and picking it up. "Attention....Whoever this is. Supposin' you're the waving little dot I'm lookin' at on my radar screen at the moment, looks like you're in a bit of a predicament. Now, I don't take too kindly to strangers fixing to be unfriendly once they hop on board, so here's how this is going to go down. We're going to come on over and send out a line. You're gonna take that line, and climb on in. Any weapons you've got are gonna stay in the air lock, which is where you're gonna sit until I figure out who you are, and why you got stuck out here all alone-like. Dig?" 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' Jono would breathe a sigh of relief if he could still breathe. Good, they picked him up on radio. "Right, that'd be me." To demonstrate, he waves again, as best as he can. Though he blinks at the tone the captain takes. Well, it DOES seem like the perfect kind of trap, he supposes-- save some poor bloke from space and then it turns out the 'poor bloke' is after the captain's head. And he IS offering, help, so... "Alright, thank yer for the help. Name's Jono," he offers. This way the guy on that ship has something to call him other than 'hey you'. And also... "I got no weapons on me, don't worry." he's pretty sure they'll check anyway, but it deserves to be stated. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Well, Jono, today's your lucky day, then," comes the captain's voice, after depressing the button on his radio again. "Name's Malcolm Reynolds, captain of Serenity. Ain't meaning no disrespect. Just don't take too kindly to strangers takin' advantage of folks' helpful nature. And believe me, it's happened before.." There's a faintly audible chuckle from the pilot's direction as the captain lets go of the button on the radio communicator this time. Serenity continues to head on over towards the small radar signature that is the waving figure out in the middle of the void. The ship slows as it comes within a hundred yards or so of the man, then comes to a stop, drifting there. "Now, you just sit pretty, and we'll come on over with that line..." says the ship's captain, coming in over the radio once more. "Is he...? Mal? He's not wearing a suit..." says the pilot, leaning forward and rubbing the cockpit window with his sleeve. 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' "Yeah. I was just thinkin' that," Jono replies. "Can't ever be sure 'a people's intentions anymore." Once he's sure the ship has sighted him-- and is indeed NOT on a collision course with his face-- he pauses in his waving and waits for the ship to let out the line. Nope, definitely no spacesuit on this guy. His head is uncovered. Kind of. The slightly wild brown hair is visible, and what of his face the wrappings don't cover. Fingers are visible through fingerless gloves. He's sort of half floating on his back, half 'standing' (inasmuch as anybody could 'stand' in space). 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "You don't...need some air or anything, do ya?" comes the voice of the ship's pilot, over the radio. Presumably, Mal is elsewhere preparing to send the line out to the stranded figure. There's a noiseless escape of air as Serenity's hydraulics open the main ramp and expose the airlock to the vaccuum of space. Shortly thereafter, a long figure clad in a steampunk-era spacesuit clambers out of the back of the ship, propelled by a primitive sort of space jet pack that holds a few thrusters allowing for movement about during an EVA and carrying a sturdy-looking metal cable. The figure thrusts over in the direction of Jono, slowly approaching. "Now, how did you say you ended up in this little predicament of yours?" asks the captain's voice, coming back in over the radio. 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' "Nah. Hard ter explain. But no, I'm fine for air," Jono replies over the radio. And he's... well, obviously not exploding, imploding, blood boiling out his pores, or anything else human bodies are theoretically supposed to do in space when tossed out there unprotected. He tilts his head in the direction of the ship as the airlock opens and blinks. That's definitely not a modern spacesuit. But in this case, it gets the job done. Better than a modern one, in fact... he's never seen a NASA spacesuit with thrusters. It's kind of awkward, being stuck out like this, so Jono waves in the direction of the approaching person in a spacesuit. Not a wave of 'here I am', but a wave of greeting. And a little bit of 'yup, I see you'. And he answers the captain over the radio, "Not too far that way--" He tries to point in the direction he came from. "--There's a space station. Sorta like a petrol station, but for spaceships instead 'a cars. There's a coffee shop in there, an' I was passin' by it when I 'appened ter notice this bloke, er... makin' unwelcome advances ter a lady. Big bloke 'e was, too." Here there's a note of sarcasm in his voice. "Beefy, I think's the word. Literally in this case. 'E we some kinda cow... bull... human... thing." "Anyways. I told 'im ter bugger off an' 'e didn't like that. Threw me around a li'l before decidin' ter be rid 'a me. 'E decided an airlock'd be 'is best bet for that. He tossed me inter one, closed it off from the inside, an' then opened the other side. Whoosh." It's also worth mentioning that, when the captain gets close enough to see, there's no movement of his lips while he's 'talking' over the radio. The signal is definitely coming from his position, though. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Mm, well, airlocks have a tendency to be keen at getting rid of folk you're not particularly fond of.." the captain replies, through the radio in his suit, presumably. The suited spaceman continues to approach, the metal cable unfurling out into space behind him, still held in hand. As he nears the man, Jono might be able to see a bit of surprise registering on the captain's features, as he realizes the the man is, in fact, operating without oxygen out there. More so, when he notices that the man is somehow communicating without moving his lips. Odd, that. "I'd figure out what the odds of finding you out here are but, well, can't see my toes through the suit.." says the captain, coming to a stop an arm's length or two away from the man. He holds out the end of the cable, offering it to the man. 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' "Yeah. 'E got tired 'a lookin' at me face," Jono quips. The joke being, of course, that his face is mostly covered anyway, so literally 'seeing' his face would be difficult. All joking aside, Jono reaches toward the line and grabs hold as best as he can. Probably slowly, because it's like moving in vaccuum. Which is pretty accurate. "Thanks." And to the odds of being found out here? "Yeah, I was half afraid I'd get caught in a planet's orbit." No pizes for what would happen after that-- burning. Forever. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Once Jonothon's got a hold on the line, Mal gives it a quick double-tug, and takes a hold of it himself. That must have been a signal of some kind, as the line begins to slowly retract back into the belly of the ship. "Must not have been much of the agreeable sort.." the captain replies, while the two are dragged back through the vaccuum towards Serenity. "Ain't really near any planets at the moment, actually.." he adds, making conversation as they're pulled back in towards the ship. "Would've taken you a couple years to get near anything. Probably would've just gotten real friendly with an asteroid, or some space junk. Seems t'be a lot of those driftin' around hereabouts." 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' Jono holds tight to the line as he feels it start pulling them towards the ship. At the mention of it taking several years to reach anything, his brows draw down. And that he might have been splatted against an asteroid or piece of space junk? "Not a pleasant prospect. Preferable to burnin' ter death, though." A pause, and then he asks, "So what's your name?" Jono had offered his, after all. And he hasn't tried to harm his benefactor so far. So it should at least be safe to give a name. And if not, it could be another clue, if 'Jono' has a reaction to the name. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "You know.. We've got our little special snowflake on board.. Takes a particularly keen interest in what happens when a body ends up in space..." the captain replies. "Ought to be a bit curious why you're out here without a suit and air, and all that.." he adds. "Malcolm Reynolds. Captain of Serenity," the spaceman replies, at Jono's question. By now, the two are getting much closer in to Serenity, eventually getting pulled right up to the front bay doors. Mal reaches the ship first, letting go of the cable and jetting around the ramp and grabbing a hold on one of the two hydraulic lifts that control the main ramp. From there, he manually tugs on the cable himself, bringing Jono on over towards a point where the man might be able to grab a hold of the edge of the ceiling, or possibly the other hydraulic. Once he's inside, the ramp would begin withdrawing and angling up to close against the harsh vaccuum of space. 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' ...Uhoh. That's Jono's first thought when the captain mentions having someone on board that's interested in human bodies in space. He doesn't say that, though the slightest bit of a wince communicates itself over his features. "Ain't somethin' yer wanna try. There's uh... extenuatin' circumstances in my case." He'll probably have to explain that, but later. There's no suspicious reaction to the name. Just a nod and a, "Pleased ter meet yer. An' thanks again." Jono pays attention when they get close enough to the ship, and grabs hold of the top of the hatch to pull himself into the ship as the ramp starts to close. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Figured that..." the captain replies, glancing back at the man as he hauls him over on board the ship. The two hydraulics continues to noiselessly bring the ramp up behind the two men, only giving a sound once the ramp has slammed tightly against the ship's hull. There's an audible hiss, then, as the ship's artificial gravity kicks in and air pressure returns to the ship's interior. The figure opposite Jono reaches up and unscrews the metal-and-glass helmet that he's wearing, walking over to hang it up on a peg alongside a few other EVA suits, all consisting of different parts and pieces put together to make an airtight suit. "Now, I'm a friendly enough sort. You don't cross me, and I don't put ya back in the airlock and drop ya off someone even more remote... You play nice, and we've got some decent food and company. Ain't but a half-hours drive back to that station of yours. Assumin' you ain't wantin' to go somewhere else, that is." 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' Whew! Solid ground again! Sort of. GRAVITY AGAIN! There we go, that works. At least he can stand up now, instead of just flailing around uselessly in the middle of nowhere in space. As the pressure and gravity returns to normal, he shakes his head a little, raising a hand to rub at his ear. His ears are actually open to the environment too, thanks to the fact that the ear and throat are connected and he doesn't have a throat. But the pressure changing still feels weird. Jono listens to Malcolm's instructions, and nods. "No problem here." The area behind the wrappings still doesn't move, even though he's 'speaking' to the other man without the radio. His voice is not heard with the ears, though that might or might not take a little bit to notice. "Yer don't 'ave ter worry about feedin' me, at least," he notes. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Mal busies himself with unzipping, unfastening, and unscrewing himself out of the airtight suit he's worn, and returning it back to the rack where the other suits are kept. A few moments later, a small light on the ceiling turns green, and the airlock doors open to the main bay of the ship. The ship's captain turns to head in that direction, stretching out his neck in relief. "Ain't feeling peckish?" he asks, before turning back to face the man. Clearly, this is when he really notices the fact that the man isn't actually moving his mouth when he speaks, and gives a nod, mostly to himself. "Right then... " he says. "Back to the station... WASH!" he shouts, cupping a hand to his mouth and turning his head upwards. "Get us back by that little station we passed 'bout twenty minutes ago, will ya?!" 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' Jono watches the process of getting out of that suit. He's heard they're a pain to get out of, even one of those 'top of the line' ones from NASA. That said, he knows comparisons of quality aren't really fair, since he has no idea what's going on with Malcolm's world. Still, it's a curious process to watch. The question of whether he's feeling peckish or not gets a shake of his head. He'd also sigh here, too, if he could still breathe. This is where he tries to explain he's missing a substantial amount of the body parts that normal human beings have. Preferrably WITHOUT freaking the hell out of the people who just saved his sorry arse, so they don't kick him BACK out the airlock. He waits until after the yelling upwards is done before he explains, his 'voice' kind of small, "I don't eat. At all. Because I don't 'ave a mouth anymore. Or a stomach. Or most 'a what's between." If this had been his own world he wouldn't have even clarified it. But there are surely stranger things in the Multiverse than a bloke without a mouth, right? Besides, Malcolm seems like a reasonable enough fellow. He wouldn't kick a poor fellow out an airlock for not being normal, right? And it's better if he finds out now, instead of at some later point when Jono has to spout flames out of his face. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Mal gives a slow sort of nod, in reply to Jono's explanation. "Ah... hm...." he replies, half surprised, and half sort of confused, as he takes in that information. "What were ya doing in the restaurant back at the station, then?" asks the captain, trying to come up with some sort of reply to being told that his passenger is rather..unique. Jono might feel a slight shift in gravity as the ship turns about, presumably making a course for the station. Shouldn't be that long, really. Ships tend to travel a wee bit faster than folks who get tossed out of airlocks. 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' "I was jus' walkin' past it an' heard the racket," Jono replies. "She was pretty vocal about not wantin' him anywhere around 'er." he does indeed feel the gravity shift, and readjusts his footing a little. Then he raises a hand and rubs at the back of his head. "I had a way ter defend myself, but I didn't, 'cause I didn't want ter risk punchin' a hole in the station." Obviously that would have been a bad thing. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Mal gives a light chuckle at this, leaning against one of the heavy barrels that's set up in the cargo hold. Unfortunately, it turns out to be not to heavy after all, and nearly topples over. The captain catches himself, and goes to lean against a different barrel instead. "Woulda saved you the trouble of gettin' tossed out the airlock," he points out. "Ain't much different than poking a hole in the side, really," he adds. There's a few voices that echo into the cargo area from one of the rooms up near the upper levels of Serenity, but nobody walks into view for now, at least. Presumably, there's a few others on board besides the other voice heard over the radio, the pilot, Wash. "You sure you ain't needin' anything?" asks the captain, then. 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' Jono goes to assist Malcolm when he topples, the gesture an instinctive one, given the way he almost instantly reacted, before he thought about it. "Yer alright?" he asks. He looks rather sheepish when Malcolm points out it might not have caused the destruction and death he thought. "Uh... I was afraid it'd depressurize the whole section and suck everybody out inter space." Pause. "Did break a chair over the bastard's head, though." Pause. "...Probably what prompted 'im ter kick seven shades 'a shit out 'a me," he admits. Hearing the other voices, Jono looks in that direction curiously. Malcolm's question brings his attention back, and he winces a little. "...A place ter rest might not be too bad, if yer got one. I don't think yer can fix it if 'e broke somethin'." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Ah, well. Probably best for all of ya'll that ya didn't do anything more...hot tempered, then," replies Mal. He's fine. Not so much a topple as it was just a temporary loss of balance, really. Just his luck. It's never just an easy job. There's always got to be trouble. "Got a spare couch or two back through that passage," the ship's captain replies, gesturing back over his shoulder towards the passageway at the rear of the bay, which leads to the small common area near the infirmary and passenger dorms. "Shouldn't be too long before we've got you back to that station of yours." 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' There's a sound from Jono that's almost a laugh. Except no accompanying air rush noises that such a chuckle would usually prompt. And a wry tone in his voice too. Wry, and oddly? A little self-derisive. "Heh... 'hot tempered'. 'S a good word for it." At least his energy LOOKS like fire, even if it's not. Jono nods as Malcolm mentions the couches. "Should work. Won't be in your way, will I?" Other than the sci-fi shows he's seen on TV, he has no idea how to spaceship. So he's not sure where he'd could go to be out of the way. Or if it's like a ship on water, anyplace is in the way and there's a certain amount of crawling over each other that's unavoidable. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Mal gives a shake of his head to this. "Just on our way back towards one of the Earths. Helping out a friend with a little delivery," he explains. "Ain't much out of our way, really. Could use some good luck, I suppose," he adds. The captain pushes off from the barrel, and heads back over towards the rear of the bay, intending to show Jonothon the way back to the common area with the couches. "I'll have Kaylee give a holler when we're close," he says. 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' Jono completely blames the Multiverse for not at all being surprised when Malcolm uses the phrase 'one of the Earths'. He does however tilt his head a little at the mention of luck, though he follows Malcolm to the common area. On the way, he asks, "Good luck?" Some people do have it, he knows. "Somethin' yer could use 'elp with?" Yes, that is the first thing he asks when given the opportunity, how he can help. He's kind of an idiot where that's concerned. After all, luck's all well and good, but it never hurts to have backup. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Yes, that most elusive and vengeful of concepts..." replies the ship's captain. "And something we tend to be sore lacking 'round these parts.. or any parts, for that matter," he says. Mal steps aside to allow Jonothon into the common area, and gestures to the pair of couches set inside the medium-sized room. They look comcortable enough, meant more for lounging than for sleeping, but they'll certaintly do for both if needed to. "Don't reckon so, but appreciate the offer. Crew's busy at their posts, and shouldn't be running into any other stranded folk, best I figure. Just sit tight, and keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times," he replies, with a quick sort of grin. 

:'''{{#var:27|Jonothon Starsmore (27)}} has posed:''' Jono nods, though a moment later, he 'speaks' the numbers of a radio frequency. His personal radio frequency, in fact. "Yer do need 'elp, lemme know on that frequency, 'ey? I owe yer a favor for pickin' me up." Once they get to the area, he steps past Malcolm and heads over to one of the couches to sit down. He won't be able to do a whole lot of healing-- not a lot of time-- but some is better than nothing. And he's not too badly hurt, mainly just bumps and bruises. He makes another of those chuckling sounds at the 'keep arms and legs inside the vehicle'. His eyes narrow a little in mirth. "Oh, yer bet I'm bein' careful wi' that one." He'd lost enough body parts as it was! But yes. He'll eventually shift to curl up on the couch-- jeez he's skinny-- and snooze a bit. He doesn't need sleep, per se, but it sure makes him feel better after something like him getting kicked around happens. 

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Desert Dealings

2014-07-16T20:26:57Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' This section of the Void is an interesting one. Asteroids begin to populate the otherwise empty space, starting small, then gradually growing in average size as one travels further towards the cluster of space objects and other celestial bodies. Once the asteroid curtain passes, things start to become more and more interesting. There's small planets here, and large asteroids that have been terraformed and artificially fitted with atmospheres and normalized Earth-like gravity fields. Most of them are populated, a few more so than others. There's an oddly-shaped ship headed in the direction of a particularly arid looking subplanet, dotted with a few small cities every few hundred miles. The whole planets looks to be one large desert, really, and as the ship gets in closer to the surface, it becomes clearer that the Firefly-class transport is heading towards a smaller-looking settlement on the edge of a series of sand-covered mountains. "Put us down just shy of that ridge right there, will ya?" asks a voice that belongs to a man that's standing beside a figure seated in the pilot's chair inside the ship. "We're only setting down here for a few hours, people," says the same voice, reaching for a radio communicator that presumably is addressing the rest of the ship. "If you're not back in time, you're going to end up stuck here. Ain't figuring on sticking 'round this desert any more than we need to." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' This section of the Void is an interesting one. Asteroids begin to populate the otherwise empty space, starting small, then gradually growing in average size as one travels further towards the cluster of space objects and other celestial bodies. Once the asteroid curtain passes, things start to become more and more interesting. There's small planets here, and large asteroids that have been terraformed and artificially fitted with atmospheres and normalized Earth-like gravity fields. Most of them are populated, a few more so than others. There's an oddly-shaped ship headed in the direction of a particularly arid looking subplanet, dotted with a few small cities every few hundred miles. The whole planets looks to be one large desert, really, and as the ship gets in closer to the surface, it becomes clearer that the Firefly-class transport is heading towards a smaller-looking settlement on the edge of a series of sand-covered mountains. "Put us down just shy of that ridge right there, will ya?" asks a voice that belongs to a man that's standing beside a figure seated in the pilot's chair inside the ship. "We're only setting down here for a few hours, people," says the same voice, reaching for a radio communicator that presumably is addressing the rest of the ship. "If you're not back in time, you're going to end up stuck here. Ain't figuring on sticking 'round this desert any more than we need to." 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:''' As that super advanced spaceship flies down and lands, they might notice...is that a wooden sailing ship with propellers where sails should be? Looks that way. And there are plant creatures consisting of root-like legs, a short stalk, thick leaves, and a round red top with a mouth full of sharp teeth meandering about the ship. Some carry steel spears and wear armor, but most wear nothing. Not far from that ship is a sand sleigh. It's just like a regular sleigh except for sand. And it is covered by a fancy looking tent-like cabin. It is being pulled along by a couple of what look like more plant creatures, but bigger than the others. They are headed farther into the desert. 

:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:''' Also lurking around the edge of this arid boomtown is a group of what appear to be high school students in pale blue uniforms with large white four-pointed stars on the chest and all with matching bowl haircuts. There's like six of them, and they all stomp mercilessly on someone in the center of the group, obscured by a dustcloud. When they tire of it, or perhaps when they feel they've punished the offending party enough, the entire group except one storms back to a simple van and start piling in. The remaining student kicks their victim one last time, snapping, "And don't let us catch you stowing away again, slacker!" And then he, too, turns and jumps back into the van. The engine starts. The vehicle motors away. Sitting up, dirty but otherwise none the worse for wear, Mako Mankanshoku blinks at the retreating van. After a moment, she raises her hand and waves cheerfully after them, "Byyyye~! I'll see you back at school tomorrow!" beat "AHH!" Mako suddenly leaps to her feet, racing around in circles, "Wait! Wait! If you leave me here I'll be laaaa~te! What am I gonna do!?" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Easy does it...." says the voice of the redhead man sitting in the pilot's chair, wrestling carefully with the ship's controls. The ship hovers closers and closer to the surface, kicking up a fairly large cloud of sand as it prepares to land. "Nice and steady...." Twenty meters. "Gently..." Ten meters. "I'm a le-" CRUNCH! "Wash! I ain't paying you to break my spaceship!" says the voice of the ship's captain, echoing upwards into the cockpit from a point somewhere down the fore passageway of Serenity. A pair of hydraulic lifts slowly lower a large loading ramp from the belly of the ship with a hiss, until the metal sets down heavily against the sand underoot. The first pair of boots out of the ship's bay belong to the suspenders-wearing figure of the captain, now leaning against one of the two hydraulic shafts. "Jayne, hurry up and get the Mule out here!" he calls back into the ship's cargo bay. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:''' The plant creatures look over as Malcolm exits the ship, but don't pay much mind. They are busy checking for any damage from their own landing and making sure their ship is ready when their own captain returns. And where is their captain? Well, her little sleigh was just passing Mako when the group of mean kids kicked her and left her for lateness. So, the sleigh stops, and out steps Sarracenia. Her long red hair billows in the desert wind, and her deep blue eyes lock onto the now running in circles schoolgirl. "Don't worry. You can have a ride on my ship when we leave." she says to Mako, giving a wink and a slightly arrogant smirk. She must be a princess or something, judging by the dress and the crown. And, she is carrying a cute pink parasol to keep the sun from damaging her pale skin. Of course, it is constantly trying to escape on the waves of wind and sand. As is her dress, which she is holding down with her free hand. 

:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:''' The brunette flails her arms while running in circles, "If I'm late again I'll be expelled--!" And then a sleigh, a real sleigh! pulls up. Immediately, Mako freezes, staring at it. Slowly, she lowers her upraised leg and both arms, looking at the sky. Bewildered, she looks at the sand at her feet and gives it a scuffy kick. After a moment of trying to think, the only thing that's missing is the smoke. She glances up to Sarracenia directly with a bright smile, "Okay! But it's a little hot for a sled, huh?" After a moment, she gives up with a shrug and the smile returns, "I'm Mako, nice to meet you!" Turning a bit, she points at the settlement where two ships now have landed, "And you don't have to go through all that trouble, I bet I could get a ride home over there if you'd give me a lift that way." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Serenity's crew doesn't seem to pay the sleigh too much concern, as they begin to offload a yellow-colord landspeeder of sorts that's got several large crates strapped to the back of it. The ship's captain peers over in Mako and Sarra's direction a few moments, probably not making out too much detail through the desert haze, then shrugs. He turns and jumps up into the driver's seat of the hovercraft, and slaps the side of the machine. "If you're coming, we're going!" he calls back, as a few other figures hurry out from the ship's belly to jump on board the speeder. There's a darker-skinned woman, a larger man with facial hair, a girl with pigtails, and a well-dressed lanky figure who join Mal on top of the Mule. The craft begins to make its way over towards the rustic-looking settlement. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:''' Sarracenia blinks at Mako, then smirks lightly. "A sleigh like this slides over sandy terrain quite well. So, it is only too hot if one is Santa. Which, I am not." She then steps back into her sleigh and has the large plants pulling it turn back toward the town. "Hop on the back if you want a ride." she says to Mako, and without waiting more than a few moments the sleigh starts moving. The large plant people pull it as quickly as any horse team, but with more slobbering and comical little snarls. 

:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:''' "A sleigh for the beach!" Mako seems enamored by this idea, leaning forward to investigate the vehicle itself with stars in her eyes, "It must be what Santa uses when he's on vacation!" The girl's ranting may call forth images of the Jolly Old Elf himself in swim trunks, sunglasses, and zinc on his nose. Or maybe that's just her twisted mind at work. When the sled starts moving, though, Mako's not actually on board. With a squawk, she runs after it, arms flailing, "Wait, I'm not on! I'm not on!" With a jump, she latches on to the back of the sleigh and clings, "I got on!" Clinging, Mako pulls her face up over the sleigh's back, "Are you a princess? Only a princess should have a dress that nice, so if you're not then you should give it back." And then, like a record skipping ahead several inches, Mako hauls herself up and leans forward, pointing excitedly while ENTIRLEY TOO FAR within Sarracenia's personal space, "Oh look! Space cowboys!" Mal and his crew get a wave, "Hiiiii~!" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Mal's too focused on steering the speeder, which is likely not nearly as fast as the Princess' sleigh, to notice Mako waving. At first, that is. The large, gruntish figure with the facial hair does, however, notice the odd-looking sleigh's occupant waving over in their direction. "Hey, Mal... Check this out.." he says, gesturing over at the sleigh. "Can I shoot 'em?" he asks, giving a toothy grin. "Now, now, Jayne. What sort of manner is that? Ought to be waving right back at em, you should," the captain replies, giving a wink to the darker-skinned woman seated shotgun. Jayne gives an audible sigh, and a cheesy wave back over at Mako. "There. Now can I shoot em?" Mal just rolls his eyes. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:''' Princess Sarracenia recoils just a bit when Mako gets all up in her personal space. "Um...yes. I am. I am Princess Sarracenia Sundew, crowned princess of the Sundew Kingdom." she says, raising her nose just a bit and indicating herself with an open hand pressed lightly to her chest. "So, I shall keep my nice dress, thank you." she says before even looking in the indicated direction. "Space cowboys?" Sarracenia peers toward the hover vehicle. "What an amusing idea. Then, they must have laser pistols and energy shotguns and the like, correct?" she says to Mako before realizing...she doesn't even know this crazy person's name. "If you wish to travel with me, you must share your own name. I am sure it is not as grand as mine, but do not let that stop you." the prissy princess says. When Jayne waves back, Sarracenia offers her own wave, much more dignified than either Mako or Jayne. "They seem friendly enough." 

:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:''' "A real live princess!" Mako's excitement is palpable, "I can't wait to tell Ryuko I met a real princess right in person and everything! If only I had a phone I'd ask for a picture together!" More excited waving to Jayne and Mal and the crew on their Mule. The fact that SIR ANGRY OF ANGRYTON actually waved back just encourages her. Lowering her hand, she cups it to her mouth and shouts, "Hi! Are you space sheriffs or space outlaws?! I'm kinda lost and could use a riiiide~!" Pause. Mako glances back to Saracenia with a bewildered look, "Huh? Mako did introduce Mako." Eyes closing, she nods twice, "Mm~mm~. Mankanshoku Mako, president of the Honnouji Academy Fight Club, that's me." 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Think they're tryin' to say somethin', Mal..." Jayne says, lifting up one of the dangly ear-things of that wonderfully colored hat of his. Like that makes a bit of different, while moving on a rather loud, mechanical hovercraft. "WHAT?!?!" he shouts over, confusedly. The Mule continues to head in the direction of the fast-approaching settlement, eventually coming up to the outskirts of the town. It's styled in classic Western fashion, and is an odd mix of futuristic capabilities styled in antiqued manner. There's an old-styled wagon that's hovering a few feet off the ground in place of being pulled by horses. And there's a old-fashioned saloon with windows that display constantly changing graphics and advertisements. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:''' Princess Sarracenia smirks at Mako's excitement. "Well, if you would really like a picture with me, I am sure we can take care of that." she says as the plant people keep running along. After Mako shouts out to the Mule, Sarra giggles. "I doubt they can hear you from here, dear." she says. "Mankanshoku Mako?" Sarra says, to make sure she heard it correctly, then she smiles. "It is nice to meet you, Mankanshoku. Tell me, why did those students kick you then leave you in the desert? And...how did they drive a van here?" she says, looking curiously at Mako. 

:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:''' "Please just call me Mako," the student insists. Scrambling, she struggles the rest of the way over the back of the sleigh and then tips forward into the seat with an undignified "--Whoop!" and a hollow thunk when her head misses the seat proper and hits the floor. Kicking her feet, Mako eventually rights herself as if nothing happened, hands folded in her lap. "A picture would be great!" Mako beams, "But maybe we can get closer so the space cowboys can talk too?" Lifting a hand, she points idly towards the Mule and its occupants, "'cuz I can't hear them at all so they probably can't hear Mako either." What kind of miracle would that be. "Oh, those guys?" Mako glances over her shoulder at the distant tire tracks of the van, "I dunno how they got here, I fell asleep on the roof during lunch and woke up here. The Honnouji students, the One-stars, they rank way above Starless like me so they can punish me if I make a mistake." A shrug, "That's how it is!" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' The Mule eventually pulls up and comes to a stop, hovering a foot or so off of the ground just to the edge of a small building of some sort. The figures begin to hop down, a few working on untying the cargo, and the others tying down the small transport craft. "Alright. Doctor, see if you can't use that nice shiny suit of yours and come off as decently reputable. You, Jayne and Zoe are going to drop the cargo off, and I'm going to get us paid for it," the captain says, patting the Mule as he hops down and dusts off his knees. "And Jayne...No grenades," he adds, as the larger of the three figures gives a disappointed sort of expression, tossing back a few metal explosives back into the Mule. Then a few more. Then a couple more after that... Mal starts to head in the direction of the saloon, presumably where he's expecting to be paid. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:''' Sarracenia seems to find this concept a bit...barbaric. "I...see." she says in an obviously disapproving tone. She pulls up beside the Mule, her piranha plant pullers skidding to a stop and causing the sleigh to buck, possibly sending Mako into the air. "Well, good luck finding a ride home. And, it was nice to meet you." she says to Mako before looking Malcolm and his crew over. She smirks lightly and gives a friendly fingerwaggle in greeting before she pulls on her reins and the piranha plants turn quickly. If Mako is not off the sleigh by this point, Sarra 'accidentally' shoves her off by rocking to the side with the turn of the sleigh. Then, they are off again, back out into the desert. 

:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:''' The sleigh suddenly stops! When it bucks upward, Mako's poor footing causes her to sail right off the seat and into the air, tumbling slowly. One can almost hear the serene violin music playing in the background of such a graceful flight. When Mako rolls in midair to face Sarracenia again, she raises a hand and waves, "Okay, bye, Princess!" She rolls slowly again on her downward arc until the girl suddenly slams right into one of the metal supply crates that had been loaded on the hovering cargo Mule. Head first. There's a dull thud, like an empty coconut striking a hollow log. Her motion arrested, Mako stands right there, straight upright, for a solid 3 seconds before her body tips forward. Miraculously, the schoolgirl comes out of it in a perfect seated position, hands in her lap, big smile on her face ready to greet the crew of the Serenity with a cheerful, "Hello~! My name is Mako and I'm lost. Can I get a ride back to Japan?" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' Zoe and the others busy themselves with hauling the crates around to the rear of the building that the Mule is parked beside. When Sarracenia and her sleigh come pulling up relatively close by, the crew of Serenity get their first good look at the two other travelers. And then Sarracenia waves over in their direction, which draws Jayne's attention just a bit. The large, gruntish figure stands there, staring over with a cheesy sort of grin at the sleigh as the woman waves, and the sleigh starts to pull away. "Janye!" comes Mal's voice, calling back in the man's direction. "Less oogling, more working. Ain't payin' you to stand there and stare at skirts, and if those crates aren't to the back of this here building by the time our fancy buyer's folk are, we're not gettin' paid at all, fix?" Mal stops, then, a few meters shy of the saloon as Mako wanders on over, and asks about a ride to this planet that he's never heard of before. The ship's captain places his hands on his hips, looking over the schoolgirl briefly. "Well, hi," he replies, flashing that quick, roguish grin of his. "Can't say I'm too familiar with that planet... But if you're paying, and you've got directions, we might be able to drop you on our way..." he says. 

:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:''' Mako tilts her head to one side, "Oh, are you guys working?" She quickly scrabbles aside to get out of the way, "Don't mind me, I won't get in the way! In fact, maybe Mako can help!" What can this fifteen year old do when it comes to lifting heavy cargo crates, anyway? Perhaps this question can be answered by how she reaches up under her blouse and removes a suitcase, "I almost forgot this today, too!" The case is opened and, in a whirl of cloth and accessories, she's donned her Uniform. There's a twirl for dramatic effect and then she slams her sandal-clad foot down, kicking up a cloud of dust, "Fight Club President, Mako Mankanshoku!" FIGHT CLUB PRESIDENT MAKO MANKANSHOKU Once the posing is done, she pushes her newly donned hat up a bit to show more of her face, "Like this I can carry anything, mind if I help out?" 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Just making a delivery or two. Some medical supplies from a station out near the Deep Void," replies the spaceman, standing where he's at. "And I reckon we've got it handled mostly, at this point," he replies, flashing a quick sort of smile. "Appreciate the offer, though. I'll take that as a kindness." He arches a brow, watching as the young schoolgirl rather abruptly and spectacularly changes into her uniform. "Well....That's different," he remarks, lifting a shoulder. "Preferrin' to keep the job just to me and mine," he says. "Nothin' personal. Just my way of doing things," he explains. Of course, that probably has -nothing- to do with the perfectly legitimate and upstanding nature of the business deal that's going on. Naturally. "But if you're needin' passage, that might be a bit easier to accomodate, see. Got ourselves a few passenger quarters back on Serenity. Can get you where you're going, assumin' it's not too far from where we're headed. Least, could get you to a warpgate. There's one just by the system we're headed back to, see." 

:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:''' Yeah. That happened. But even with the dramatic shift into her Goku Uniform, Mako's still Mako. She just wanted to help out, and what better way to help move heavy things than to put on the ability to move heavy things? As they say, the clothes make the woman! Which in Honnouji Academy is a bit more literal than usual. "Oh, ok," Mako lowers her hands to her sides, arms sort of disappearing into her coat while she just kind of stands there, looking from side to side as the cargo is offloaded and handed to the buyers, "So you're not actually cowboys? I guess you must be the mailman. That's great, I bet being a mailman pays a lot better than being a cowboy!" Holding up a finger, she looks skyward, "And you probably get shot at less!" Man, she has no idea how stuff works on the Rim, huh. "Oh but yes!" Hand dropping, she leans forward, "The warp gate would be great! I memorized the address for Honnou Town, I can get home that way super easy." No. She didn't memorize it. There's a string of coordinates on the bottom of the bill of her hat, though. All she has to do is look up to see them. Which she just did. 

:'''{{#var:273|Malcolm Reynolds (273)}} has posed:''' "Something like that," Mal replies, something about Mako's description of his career path making the ship's captain give a bit of a chuckle, clearly finding this amusing. With his luck, Mal would probably end up getting shot from someone hiding in a mailbox, though. "We're headed back towards the station on the edge of Astroidia, here," says the captain, pointing up into the sky in the direction of a faintly visible collection of stars that show up like a trio of small suns in the blue sky above. "'Bout a two-days ride out that-a-ways," he says, lowering his hand. "We're fixin' to be headin' out in an hour or two, here, so if unless you've got baggage with ya, we'll load you up on the Mule with the rest of the goods, and head out on time." 

:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:''' "Two days?!" Mako suddenly flails, "But then I'll be late! I'm sorry but maybe I should just run home instead!" Swiftly, the girl bows once and then a second time, "But if you do need help and I'm not about to get expelled then I'll totes help you move stuff or fight stuff or whatever, my name is Mako and I'm from Honnou Town!" With no futher ado, the girl's feet dig into the sand beneath her and then she dashes off with explosive force. There's a literal small crater where she was standing--and more pounded into the sand with each step. How fast is that girl GOING? And yet somehow while she runs, she turns and waves an arm, "Good luck, mister postman! Have a good time with your deliveriiiies! I have to run home now!" 

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