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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?

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[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.

[rathercommon]

What if your people were brought here?

[bad_in_latin]

... Better.

[ But his face doesn't lighten much. ]

[rathercommon]

But not good.

[bad_in_latin]

I get tetchy with my feet touchin' earth too long.

[rathercommon]

[ Ah. She gives a little smile. ]

I wish you could have met a friend of mine. He's a spirit, a shapeshifter, and if he stays too long in one form he gets itchy. He says the weight of being on earth too long just makes his skin crawl. I expect you two would understand one another.

[bad_in_latin]

... Shapeshifter, huh. Well, I reckon we would understand each other on that.

[rathercommon]

Yeah. All spirits are, where I'm from.

[ She tilts her head a little bit. ]

It's strange for me to think about, though. Needing that sort of thing. Before I'd come here, I'd never left London. It's weird being away from it. The first few months, I felt sort of panicked at night, and it took me that long to figure out - it's 'cause there wasn't any street noise. Nobody talking and no cars. I bet you'll be better at adjusting to life here than I was.

[bad_in_latin]

[ He looks a bit baffled by the thought of street noise at all - he was a country boy before space, after all. ]

If'n by that y'mean I don't need a city, sure. Seems dreadful quiet without a ship's hum though.

[rathercommon]

[ A little nod. ]

You might want to get a noisemaker, then. Something that'll make noise to help you sleep. That's what I did, in the end.

But I meant more in the sense of...You're really used to adapting to new places, yeah? Changing the way you live to suit where you've found yourself.

[bad_in_latin]

Well sure. Hafta be, floatin' all round the 'Verse like we do. S'nice always goin' back to the same berth in the end though.

[rathercommon]

You might end up able to help people, then. New people, less accustomed to adjusting to new places.

[bad_in_latin]

An' what, me as ambassador on a world five hundred years afore mine?