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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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S'always constants. Seedy bars're one've 'em. Like death an' taxes.

... You know me, kid?

Good thing I wasn't then. Though I'll be desperate 'nough for it eventually.

That, the powers. The whole thing feels a bit like a science experiment.

... That it does. Makes me wonder what all's been done to us.

I'd prefer not to think about it, but I have a feeling it's going to come up sooner or later.

[ He looks none too pleased at this, but also somewhat resigned. He'd dealt with the government before, he could do it again. ]

'course it will. Government like that don't take kindly to its experiment goin' outside its bounds.

Unless you happen to have been on a planet called Chorus for the past half year, then no.

Ain't nowhere I ever heard of.

Then you're good.

[~~particularly since she's never met a former ODST called Buck~~]

Shiny. Uh. You wanna jus' grab someplace in Nonah?

That could work. Any particular alcohol preferences?

Last I had was moonshine cooked up in an engine. Reckon anythin' will taste good.

I miss space something fierce but I don't think even I can be that desperate.

There's a few bars down 6th and Walker in town. Can take a look there. [dryly] Just keep in mind I'm only buying the first round.

S'a deal. We can figure out the rest after.

If you haven't found any traces, Captain, that's probably a good thing.

If you're looking for a place with good beer, I know a couple in Heropa.

Malcolm Reynolds, loyal Browncoat, captain of the Firefly class ship Serenity and it's wacky crew of war vets, fugitives and random folk.

If you're really real then, yeah! 'Course I know you!

It is powered by hope.

[Sorry, Mal. It's all wishy washy emotional stuff when it comes to Power Rings.]

Ostensibly if I cease to feel hope, it will cease to work. That has not yet been a problem.

So soon? [Trying not to sound too amused, since he doesn't know what Mr. Reynolds thought of that job anyway.] What was it, might I ask? And what plans have you now that your schedule is wide open?

So what would push it, do you think? What would lead to outright rebellion?

Five hundred? Seriously? Your own spaceship and from the future? You just keep getting better.

But such a thing is so easily remedied.

Girlfriend?

Dunno, stories are filled with people cheating the latter two and getting away with it. Who knows, maybe there's some parallel universe where there's only fancy wines, hard liquor and high prices.

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