[Introduction] Well man and beast all run in shame/But they only have themselves to blame

[dontaskmebitch]

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[mal_badinlatin]

Have a smuggler and sometime thief, who's currently in the main room, eating an apple with a jackknife.

It's a relief to Mal that the house is back to whatever passes for normal here, but that normal might just be about to be upset.

[dontaskmebitch]

Now that is a man, Alice would say.

"Why hello there." A strapping woman may lean against the doorway.

[mal_badinlatin]

This gal looks like she could hand Mal's handsome ass to him if it came to that, but he appreciates the greeting. "Hello yerself," he says, getting up. Ma raised him to treat ladies like ladies. "New to th' Mansion?" he asks.

[dontaskmebitch]

She probably could. :|

"I like to think so... mind showing me around, handsome?"

[mal_badinlatin]

"Be glad to show a lady the set o' the land," he says. "I'm Captain Mal Reynolds, at yer service."

[dontaskmebitch]

"What a gentleman... my names Alice." She greets.

[mal_badinlatin]

"Nice meetin' y', Miz Alice," he says. Looking around the room, he says, "Well, this-here's the main room, where most folk hang about, chat, et their meals. Had a few good parties here, too."

[dontaskmebitch]

She simply nods her head.

[mal_badinlatin]

"Not much goin' on now, but there will be," he says, leading her into the hallway that links the ground floor rooms and the mezzanine staircase leading to the upper floors. "Main hallway. "Kitchen's down on the right, rear, washroom's next to it. Ballroom's straight back: feller by the name of Cyrano-somethin' put on a play there. Library's opposite: quiet place, lots a' books: not my territory, but some folk seem t' like it."

[dontaskmebitch]

"So is there anything else to... do around here?" Alice asks.

[mal_badinlatin]

"Pretty quiet, most a' th' time," he admits. "Me, I keep busy takin' care a' th' critters in th' stables.

"Not to say that weird things don't happen fr'm time to time, an' when that happens... well, best not t' let yerself get too cozy: things c'n go all pear-shaped the least moment y' expect it." Like the house falling over. Or the melon patch going loco.

[dontaskmebitch]

Alice shrugs. "I'm used to stuff like that."

[mal_badinlatin]

"Really now? What manner a' stuff, if y' don't ask my asking?" he says, wondering just what sort of place she hails from.

[dontaskmebitch]

"Giant bugs, a neighbor that was a supervillain taking over the prison, The Warden of the prison invading our dreams... shit like that." Alice nonchalantly explains.

[mal_badinlatin]

The first two sound not that out of the ordinary by Mansion standards. "Had giant bugs runnin' round here once. But... Invading yer whut??" he says, blinking. "How's that possible? Dreams 're yer brain paintin' pictures an' makin' movies in back've yer eyes."

[dontaskmebitch]

"He made a dream machine that spied on our dreams. Went mad with power and paranoia. Same old, same old."

"Hey, have you seen the guy anywhere. He's like around this tall..." Alice puts her hand near her collar bone. "Scrawny, wardrobe looked like he jacked some street pimp, annoying sometimes?"