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[bad_in_latin]

[ 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?

Comments

[bad_in_latin]

Far's I can throw 'im, which makes him one've the better ones.

[rathercommon]

Well...What's he done for you?

[bad_in_latin]

Given us berth, mostly. Stopped the Alliance from killin' us where we stood after we got the signal out.

[rathercommon]

[ A little dissatisfied noise. ]

What's happening to the government? As a result.

[bad_in_latin]

Not so much as we would hope. Little confusion, like to be some protests on Core worlds. But no rebellion further out.

[rathercommon]

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

[bad_in_latin]

... Dunno. An' I dunno what I'd do if'n I did.

[ He looks awful tired for a moment. ]

[rathercommon]

[ Her voice is firm. She doesn't sound the least bit uncertain. ]

You'd fight.

[bad_in_latin]

Fightin's a young man's game.

[ He'd fight anyway, for sure. But he's feeling especially worn down today. ]

[rathercommon]

[ A friendly scoff. ]

You say that like you're old. Rubbish.

[bad_in_latin]

I got the scars to prove it, kid.

[rathercommon]

Oh, I wasn't aware that scars were a decent measure of age. You -

[ She unscrews the bottle of bourbon and tops off his glass. ]

Need to pick up that glass, and repeat after me. 'My name is Malcolm Reynolds, and I'm young, charming, and handsome.'

[bad_in_latin]

[ He gladly raises it to his lips again. ]

T'the lovely lady in front of me who's young, charmin', and servin' me another drink.

[rathercommon]

No.

[ She points at him, chiding, her face fierce. ]

You say that about yourself. You're young, handsome, and charming. Say it.

[bad_in_latin]

Ma always taught me not t'lie.

[rathercommon]

Good thing that's not what you'll be doing, then. Say it or you're not getting served another drop of alcohol at any bar in Heropa. I'll do it. I've got connections. Don't call my bluff.

[bad_in_latin]

S'blackmail right there.

[rathercommon]

So it is. Don't underestimate my resolve.

[bad_in_latin]

I surely do not. Could be you're underestimatin' mine though.

[rathercommon]

Imagine it: completely cut off from all bourbon. All everything. Left to simply press your nose up against pub windows, watching as others inside drink and laugh and socialize...and all because you weren't willing to admit that you've still got plenty of life. Mr Reynolds, ruined by his own pride.

[ But she's grinning as she says all that. ]

[bad_in_latin]

Now you're jus' making me homesick.

[rathercommon]

[ Laughing - ]

Longing for the pubs you knew back in your own world? - I ought to stop teasing you, though, if that's what I'm accomplishing. Embarrassing you is fun, but homesickness is a nasty feeling.

[bad_in_latin]

Nah. S'nice kinda homesick. I ain't been here long enough to miss it sorely yet.

[ But he will. Yes he will. ]

[rathercommon]

You do want to go back, then?

[ Her brows quirk a bit, and her smile turns just a hint melancholy. ]

Even with your government so wicked? Even with them after you?

[bad_in_latin]

Ain't no place like the black. Long's I'm landbound an' far from my people, there ain't no peace here.