[Quick, almost indignant-like chatter of a rodent, followed by soft pitter-patter of paws on a hard surface]

[Small, squeaky voice] ...Not... [Another string of quiet chatter] ...again!

Well, glad that's over and done with. The whole wacky musical episode that was yesterday was turning old mighty quick. Doctor, Jayne: lovely duet, really, but try not to pull an encore anytime soon.

Inara, feel like humorin' a cripple and joining me for a little stroll outside, maybe?

...I'll vote whoever gets me a pony and a plastic rocket. Buddha never delivered though I asked nicely.

Wéi, I don't got this much.... hair? What the...?! Well. This explains feelin' out of sorts. This is... huh.

Tian shia, I've an awful hangover. And it ain't rightfully even mine to have!

...'Nara? If I got yours, tell me you've got mine?

[Myriad of shots, blasts, screams and shouts - some static crackle]

The hell are those flyin' things and where'd they come from!? Don't tell me they're back-up...! [A loud shot and a wet sound of impact, followed immediately by Mal's furious yelling:]

OW!! Ben tian sheng de yi dui rou!

[Three consecutive gunshots - a garbled, inhuman noise mingles with a dull sound of a body hitting the ground hard, followed by a pained groan and a muffled string of angry Chinese.]



[OOC: Because apparently I'm a sadist Mal's been uninjured for uncharacteristically long already, he done got himself shot and went down. Just in the leg though, above his left knee. He managed to shoot the alien who shot him, though, before kissing dirt. Ben tian sheng de yi dui rou = Stupid inbred sack of meat.]

Well... [sounds of loading a gun] I reckon it's time for some neighbourly activity. Jayne, you with me?


[Filtered to the Resistance :: Tactical, Strategy]

There any critical areas that need back-up the most?



[OOC: Mal will be out shooting him some aliens and helping out the resistance, 'cause he sure as hell won't just sit around doing nothing. I may have to go soon, but I'll comment to any responses (or backlog) when I can!]

[Filtered to the crew of Serenity, Faye & the Bebop crew//Unhackable]

Change of plans, people. Mr Brocklehurst contacted me a moment ago and offered a gig. We'll be collaboratin' with Miss Valentine and her group. Plan's simple: we get in one of those shuttles, do some damage, save any folk in need of savin' and bring back a live invader for interrogation. Easy as pie though I'm not best pleased with the head of the collaboratin' party. Dong le ma?

So, who's up for misbehaving? Jayne, I'm countin' you in without asking.


[OOC: Strike so deleted. XD]

Seen behaviour like this before. Didn't bode well then, and I'm not sure it's any better now.

( Private to the crew of Serenity//Unhackable )

[Mal wakes up with a start, twitching in his seat as he's jolted out of slumber. He groans as he pulls himself upright from the table and sits up, head pounding and muscles aching from the awkward position he's been stuck in for hours. Disoriented, he blinks his eyes and raises a hand to rub the back of his sore neck - and realizes he's wearing the infamous floral bonnet he once wore for disguise on a job. Frowning, he takes the thing off his head and drops it on the table, his hair sticking out in every possible direction. That's when he sees the dress that went with the bonnet draped on the table as well, Jayne having put it there unbeknownst to Mal.]

What the hell...?

[He trails off, befuddled, staring at the items of clothing. The bottle and glasses on the table spell the story he's starting to recall himself as well, but he has a distinct memory of not having a bonnet in his head before he passed out. ...Passed out. Thanks to the drinks River kept insisting him to down. Was he a total chun zhu? Evidently. While he can face the consequences of his own drinking, allowing River to have her way like that was another thing. But at the time, he figured one tiny drink wouldn't harm anyone. She was already seventeen, after all. But now, he kind of wishes he could kick himself in the ass for being a gorram idiot. Mal knows Simon isn't going to be very pleased with him. But then again, when was he? Mal supposes he can hope the doctor doesn't poison his meal or somesuch.]

...Pai an jiao jue. This promises to be another great day.


[OOC: Comment spam or normal replies, all fine! Chun zhu = retarded pig, pai an jiao jue = wonderful (literally: slap the table and shout with praise)]

By my reckoning it's been almost a full year that I've been stuck in this City. A whole gorram year. Haven't got a clue how long it makes back home - some folks said back when I got here time may pass differently in this place. It's still twelve months too many to be stuck earthbound in one and the same spot. For the longest time, it was just River and me in here. Kept each other sane. Well... mostly, anyhow. Then came the others. Wonder what became of Wash after he disappeared? Probably with Book in someplace shiny doin' shadow puppets and wearing those awful shirts. And Kaylee and Zoe... I surely hope they're okay.

...A gorram year! Liable to make a man more'n mite antsy. Too bad there ain't Fed-friendly bars around here, really. Could do with an honest brawl. Da xiang bao zha shi de la du zi, can't be that impossible to find a way back! Got a good mind to try figure out what's wrong with the boat, why she ain't flying. Done it once before, sorta. Might be easier this time with no gunshot wound in the belly.



[OOC: Strikes deleted. Mal's very restless, both worried about people as well as just antsy being stuck on solid ground for so long. He's looking for some outlet for his frustrations, which could end up badly; either he gets into trouble/hurt or messes something up with Serenity trying to get her to work somehow. He's no mechanic, but he's very stubborn when he makes his mind up on something. Firefly crew, feel free to catch him prowl about the ship or somesuch. :)]

A ball, huh? Don't care too much for formal events such as that, my ownself. They tend to get a mite too rough. Sure, they look innocent enough on the surface, but before you know it, there's some unpleasantness and serious pain takin' place. Well, hopefully things'll go smooth for everyone attending.

Hey, Jayne, uh... thanks for the present. Really. Was mighty kind, even if a bit unlike you.

...Inara? How you feeling today?

[To Simon, viewable to River & Jayne//Filtered from Inara]

Doctor? You've been to see Inara, I take it? Either she has one nasty flu in the makin' or something is seriously wrong with her. Which one is it and most importantly, what can be done about it?

Did it all 'cause no matter what Book thought, I had belief, all along. In freedom of choice, in humanity. Still do. Ain't nobody got the right to tell others how to live, especially ones sittin' in their gorram ivory towers. And nobody sure as hell don't ever gonna have the right to tamper with people - make 'em better. Was the right thing to do, still think that. Knowin' that just doesn't ease my sleep any.



[OOC: RL kept me away from posting earlier, and it's late now = sleepytime soon. Replies tomorrow morning, the latest.]

...Someone do me the kindness and knock me out the next time I mention party hats.

( Private//Hackable with skillz )

Been a mite quiet lately 'bout the boat, hasn't it? You folks know what we should do? We oughta all turn those frowns upside down and have ourselves a shiny party! Whaddya say? Ain't that a brilliant idea? We could use some fun and games. Oh hey, everyone's welcome to join us on Serenity, I'd love to have some visitors onboard! Always did like meetin' new people and hearin' their tales.


[OOC: ...HAR HAR, SO CURSED. Mal is rid of his usual cynisism and grumpiness and no-strangers-on-my-boat! rule. He's all happy-go-lucky and nigh impossible to annoy today. Basically, he's like a male Kaylee. XDD I'll try to be around for comment-spam later today, but I may be gone for some hours as of... soon. Back-logging is a friend, too, Y?]

[to the crew of Serenity]

Kids, I'll be steppin' out for a bit. Play nice while I'm away.

[/to the crew of Serenity]

Anyone happen to know if we got a bookshop of somekind in this place? If affirmative, kindly pointin' me in its direction would be all manner of shiny.

Anyone so much as looks at River funny-like gets a bullet through the throat. Bunch of gorram maniacs.

[Filtered to the Firefly crew]

River stays inside until this blows over, no exceptions. Doctor, Kaylee, 'Nara, I trust you'll be lookin' after her.

Jayne? Any of them religious whoo-dahn come knockin', shoot them good. We ain't wastin' time reasoning with them if it's River they're after.


[OOC: Ain't nobody touching Mal's little albatross without getting away with it, no sirree. He'll be guarding the ship closely from now on.]

...Halloween, huh? I ain't wearin' a costume, then.

Kaylee? You had time to tinker with Serenity lately or spent your hours canoodlin' with the doctor instead? Might you by any chance have something to report - preferably the upliftin', ship-seems-to-be-workin' sorta something?


[OOC: Strikes deleted since Mal figured better not push his luck. XD]