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[ The video is blurry at first before eventually focusing in on a gentleman in suspenders and what can only be described as some kind of cowboy coat. Leather duster? Whatever. Despite the apparent old-fashioned getup, Mal looks relieved when he gets the comm to work. Feels relieved, in fact. ]

… Well. Least the comm tech’s familiar. Can’t say as I tend to send many messages out all public-like, but this seems t’be a special occasion.

[ And he is desperately grateful for that familiarity. He adjusts his suspenders a moment before putting on a neutral smile. ]

Evenin’. The name’s Malcolm Reynolds. Uh - Firefly captain. And since that likely don’t ring no bells, that’d be my spaceship. I’m guessin’ that ain’t something anyone’s seen hair nor hide of here, but I’d surely appreciate anyone who might have a thought to it. Don’t hardly seem fair for this so-called righteous governin’ force to go takin’ our property. Anyone else get stuck with that particular hand? Or any chance of there bein’ a chance it’s been stowed away somewhere hard t’find?

Because I surely get tetchy all land bound an’ all. Don’t hardly do me no favors to keep me out of the sky.

[ All neutral still - since, y’know, the government has to be listening in on this too. Wouldn’t do to advertise a break-in right up front. Just a good citizen wanting to not go crazy in a new world…

While he figures out how the hell to drop off the grid as fast as possible.

After a few choice conversations, he adds the following message: ]

Anyone know a good bar to get drunk in?

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[ Equally sincere: ]

Absolutely. Ain't a full-grown person on Shadow 'til y'worn one.

Yes, as the magic we are given when we arrive. In my own land I am only a healer by what I have been taught, and here I find I know very little in comparison.

How interesting. Here, you know, it's traditional for women only to wear them. I wonder if the future will see a relaxation of gender norms of clothing everywhere.

[ damn it mal ]

Is Shadow where you're from?

I'm guessing that's a commercial-class vessal rather than military. Outer or inner colonies?

I've had my share of travel up there, yes.

Been all over, but I was born an' raised out on the Rim. Ain't much fond of travelin' to Core worlds nowadays.

[ He might be enjoying this, yes. It's nice talking to someone who doesn't know every detail about him already.

Though, no one's mentioned Shadow so far ... maybe it wasn't included. He can hope. ]

That was my world, yeah. Used t'be a nice place. Prairie so far as th'eye could see.

[ Oh. She doesn't miss that. Her eyebrows quirk up sympathetically as she pours herself a glass of water. ]

Used to be.

Used t'be.

[ He considers his bourbon for a moment before taking a good long swig of it. ]

God, that's a grim future.

[ She looks at him a moment, then offers a tentative smile. ]

Barmaids are famously good listeners.

So's I hear. An' experienced a time or two. But I already met a fair few folks who seem t'know my life story without me tellin'.

[ She nods, assuming she knows just what he's talking about. ]

The government, you mean. Well, I certainly haven't access to their files on us, and I'd not read yours if I did.

... Not that. Some random kid knew everythin'. Said it was a story where she come from.

That's horrible. I mean, everyone seems to know my city, me, but name recognition is really as far as it goes. And I mean... Isn't that sort of just...rude? If you know those things, you shouldn't go talking about it.

[ Whoa. That's - ]

Wait, what? Like - your life is?

Yep. Everythin' recent an' interesting.

Oh. Dear.

[ Horrifying. She grimaces. ]

Well - it's not unheard of. I guess. I know it's true for the Musketeers. Still, that sounds intensely creepy.

So, evil empire. Got it.

Funny. I'm the reverse, in a fashion. Born in the inner colonies [Earth itself, in fact] but spent almost my adult life out in the outer colonies, going to whatever world required the UNSC. But that's war for you.

Core worlds and outer don't get along back home?

Thought so.

[He lists a few places of interest, spread out through the more easily accessible cities.]

I'm sure you've been informed by now that the chances of your ship being here are slim to none. It's a shame. I would have liked to see it.

That's a secret.

[ She nods her head over in the direction of the bar, signaling for them to move along so they can get this drinking business started. ]

Shall we?

[ Following. ]

I'd say generally so. Though it's all still a big foreign. Surely to a spaceman like yourself, the transition will be more natural.

Not as much as one who owns a spaceship, I'm sure. When I'm steering, space travel is much more... independent, I suppose you'd call it.

[Hey. Don't gorram her mister. 8( She might be starting to get a liiiiittle grumpy now.]

This is getting no so fun anymore, Mr. Castle. When are you gonna be like, "Hey, Ripley! I'm back, how bout that? Let's go get ice cream!"

I doubt you'll be finding your ship and if you get the chance to take one of theirs here, I highly suggest saying no.

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