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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]

Seems the most likely explanation. I didn't come in with nothin' but was on my back.

[ It won't stop him from searching, of course. ]

You a drinkin' type?

[americanhustle]

[ He grins. ]

I thought you'd never ask. Are you in Maurtia Falls?

[bad_in_latin]

Nonah. How tricky's it to get atween 'em?

[americanhustle]

That's an excellent question. 'Far' is the answer I'm guessing. Is that where they've put you up?

[bad_in_latin]

It surely is. I heard somethin' 'bout porters to and fro?

[americanhustle]

[ Solo looks like he's considering that. ]

You know, you're right. Though, I can't say I've tried them.

[ After another moment of thought. ]

Found anywhere decent to get a drink in your neck of the woods?

[bad_in_latin]

Can't say as I have neither. An' I ain't been here near enough t'know. Reckon we just find one an' try it.

[americanhustle]

Tell you what - give me your address and I'll find my way over there. Surely these Porters can't be that difficult to operate.

[bad_in_latin]

Deal. Gimme a moment t'get my fingers workin'.

[ The address comes over shortly thereafter. Or, well, it's a general one for the shared housing area - he's too paranoid to put the specific # into text format. ]

[americanhustle]

[ Once he receives it he nods. ]

If the transportation works like it's supposed to, I imagine I'll be there soon, Captain.

[ He reaches forward and turns off his video feed. ]

[bad_in_latin]

Same t'you.

[ He'll be waiting outside at that address, dressed in the same clothes as the video. ]

[americanhustle]

[ By the time Solo makes it to Nonah, something like an hour has passed. The Porter system didn't prove to be that difficult, but there was still finding the portal itself, and then finding his way through Nonah proper. Once he makes it to the address, he spots Mal easily.]

It would appear the Porters really are all they're advertised to be.

[bad_in_latin]

[ So Mal's been waiting a little while ... eh. He's okay with that. It's not like he has anything better to do. ]

Y'got here in one piece anyhow. Even if'n you did make me wait.

[americanhustle]

I like to make an entrance.

[ Which wasn't entirely true - he did prefer to be on time. But at least if he was going to be late, he looked put together. ]

[bad_in_latin]

Y'managed that. Where we off to?

[americanhustle]

[ He takes a breath and looks around until he sees the direction that most likely leads into town. ]

That seems like a good start.

[bad_in_latin]

Like to run into somethin', anyhow. I ain't much picky at this point.

[americanhustle]

I can agree with you there.

[ He looks around as they walk, surely there's something closer than town. ]

[bad_in_latin]

[ There's a moderately seedy place here on the outskirts of town. Mal tilts his head towards it before moving to go inside. ]

You settlin' in?

[americanhustle]

[ 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.

[bad_in_latin]

I seen all kinds, it's true. 'Verse stops surprisin' you after a while. But there's odd bits here an' there.

[ He finds a spot in the corner to sit. ]

[americanhustle]

[ sits across from him ]

Well, there are certainly some odd bits here.

Speaking of - did you ever get a hold of your paperwork?

[bad_in_latin]

[ He starts off by ordering them each a glass of bourbon. ]

Nope. Straight up vanished. An' I'm startin' to wonder if'n I didn't get no powers t'begin with.

[americanhustle]

Thank you.

I met who kid who told me he didn't, but I wonder if that's true. The whole point in being relocated here appears to be to give us some sort of power. It strikes me as a huge waste of time to bring someone here for no reason at all.

[bad_in_latin]

S'a huge waste of time anyhow. I wouldn't help 'em no matter what they gave me.