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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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Mm. I guessed, but I thought I should ask anyway. Back home the spaceships are weird compared to the ones I've heard about here.

What d'they make 'em out of where you come from?

They're called gummi ships, but they're not made of candy. It's...

[Okay, he has to back up a little. What's up with his world that he always has to explain things?]

The universe I came from is lots of small worlds, rather than one big one like this. Until maybe ten or twelve years ago, there were physical walls in the way. When those walls started to crumble and the pieces fell onto the worlds, people used them to build ships. Because they're made of the barriers, they can protect the passengers from the effect of the space between the worlds.

An' you call 'em gummi. Okay. How'd you get them piece t'begin with?

They're called gummi because there's a little bit of give to them. One piece is "a gummi". Also, they stick together really easily.

I'm not sure what exactly happened that the barriers came down. There's a threat in our world from monsters called Heartless, and I think they just... managed to worm their way through.

An' then you built the ships?

Yeah. I mean, I don't have that knowledge, but there are a few people who are really good at putting them together.

'spose it don't make any less sense than other things here.

[He laughs, nodding.] Yeah, well, ever since I've been here everyone's been telling me stuff from where I came from is weird or doesn't make sense. So I don't mind all that much.

Least they don't know your story afore you even tell it.

Is that happening to you?

With alarming frequency.

[ It's driving him to drink already. ]

Mm. I've had people tell me that the people I know from home are fictional in their worlds, but it's never happened to me, so I can only imagine. Don't worry, though, I have no idea with you.

Well there's a small relief.

Mm. I don't know how I'd feel about it, if it were me. It has to be surreal.

I was thinkin' creepy, my own self.

Well, it's that too. They kinda go hand in hand.