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Character(s): Mal, Whoever else wants to join
Content: Mal's doing his civic duty and guarding the food supply
Location: Rockefeller Center
Time: Christmas Morning
Warnings: None at the moment
( Figures he'd spend Christmas with a gun in his hand... )
Content: Mal's doing his civic duty and guarding the food supply
Location: Rockefeller Center
Time: Christmas Morning
Warnings: None at the moment
( Figures he'd spend Christmas with a gun in his hand... )
He held his hands up, palms toward Mal, at about chest left. Both as a gesture of helplessness and to show he wasn't carrying a weapon. Just in case. "Let's uh....let's assume that hypothetically I DID just get here. And....hypothetically...I had no idea what was going on. Well, beyond a talking dog raving on about a giant monster and evil masterminds and parallel dimensions."
He kept a safe distance. All of the post apocalyptic movies he'd seen came to mind. Where the people left behind, in the ruined cities, turned to little more than savages, hoarding what food and shelter there was left. But the man said several months of food. Judging by the size of that pile, it could feed a single man for well over a year. He cast a wary glance around, half expecting a dozen feral things that had once been people to come crawling out, as if the man with the lawn chair was some sort of tribe cheif.
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Flicking the safety on and slinging the rifle over his shoulder, Mal relaxed a little and said, "Well then, allow me to give you the crash course. You ain't the first person who's been dropped here, in fact as far as I know folks from all kinds of other places have been dropped in this fair city for several months now. No one knows why, though many are scratching their heads over it. As to the state of the city, well that would be the aforementioned giant monster, which a couple weeks before folks started showing up decided to make herself at home by leveling pretty much everything in her path, and dumping a boatload of ugly little critters dedicated to eating anything they can find."
Pausing to take a sip of cocoa, Mal gave him a moment to process things before continuing. "Now this here stack of food," Mal pointed with the mug, "Is important because a few weeks ago, someone got it into their head to steal all our food, and then promptly decided to demonstrate a rather obnoxious sense of humor by replacing it in the form you see here. You still following me?"
Fortunately for Carter Mal didn't have anything that could really be considered a tribe, since his home was more sci-fi than post apocalyptic.
Well, there could be Reavers, but then everyone would be in trouble.
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"Yeah, I've heard a few things about that monster. But beyond the Godzilla level destruction, I haven't had the pleasure of seeing it yet," He said with a calm smile. His hands found their way into his pockets as he assumed a more relaxed stance. "But the food thing no one had mentioned before. And what 'critters' are you talking about?" As he asked the question, his eyes narrowed slightly, head tilting marginally. It wasn't out of scrutiny, but rather a certain sort of look he got when processing something that was a bit beyond his reach or he lacked the details to piece together. "I haven't seen so much as a rat or pigeon since I got here..."
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"I suspect they were trying not to think too much about it, on account of starving and all. As to the critters, they're probably the reason there aren't any other animals on this island. They're nasty critters that look like foot long ticks with big jaws. I would advise against going underground or traveling alone for too long, since the gorram things seem to hunt in packs. They seem to prefer dark spaces."
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Carefully, he pulled his hand from his pocket and extended it toward the other man. "I'm Jack Carter, by the way." Just because they were in what he what appeared to be a savage wreckage of a city didn't mean he couldn't be civil.
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So that was how Jay found himself heading on to the food, metal shovel held over his shoulder, stained in crab juices he really didn't want to think about (but better they were on his 'weapon' rather than him). He had wondered about getting a new one. A Christmas present to himself, 'cause like hell he was going to find a gun like the one he had in MIB, and he hardly was going to handle downgrading to a pistol.
He rose a brow at the other two, recognizing one at least. That was good. It meant he probably wouldn't be shot on site or something stupid like that.
"Well, Merry Christmas, fellas."
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Before they could continue, another man Mal recognized as Agent J approached them. "And a happy whatever the hell you celebrate to you. I take it from the shovel you're either hoping to find gold, or here to help. If it's the latter, I'd appreciate the company."
Mal didn't know J well, but the man had helped out Kaylee, so for now he was in the captain's good book.
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Carter had been about to be on his way. Having come upon the plaza by way of 50th Street, his destination lay directly behind Mal and his tower of food boxes. But that was until the newcomer dropped something unexpected in his lap. He looked at Agent J utterly dumbfounded. "....Christmas?" He asked.
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He glanced over to the other guy and raised a brow. "Yeah. Christmas. Tis the season an' all that bullshit. Folks are off celebrating it right now, if it's your thing." Then he took paused and finally realized something. "You new around here?"
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Mal was about to answer Carter when Jay pretty much summed up his position on the holidays, so he settled for turning to Carter and saying, "I take it you're not only in the wrong place, but the wrong time? Don't sweat it, it happens a lot. I myself am in the wrong solar system and about five hundred years early for my own birth."
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But before he could step away, his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten since landing in this place. Hand pressed to the the slightly wrinkled front of his brown uniform shirt, he looked back to Mal. "You said there was food in those boxes?"
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He took a glance at the crates before moving over to and sitting up on a higher stacked one, leaning his shovel down alongside. He watched the other man carefully, noticing that the news made him uncomfortable. Well, he could understand that. It made everyone feel pretty much the same.
Still, despite the guy's situation, Jay felt a bit protective over their mysterious arrival of food. "Yeah, there's food. First real show of food in weeks." He made no move to be of any aid. Mal was the one who'd been watching here, he'd let him deal with it.
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Looking at the food crates Mal nodded. He probably shouldn't be handing out food to every passerby, but if Carter really was new, well the truth was that Mal knew what it felt like to be displaced and hungry. He supposed he could help the other man out, just this once.
Walking over to the nearest crate, he leaned against it and asked, "Why don't you come and see what we have?"
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On her arrival, however, she was a little surprised to find Jay and another man standing with Mal, who was bent over sifting through one of the food crates.
"Well, if I'd known there was more'n just the Cap'n here I'd've brought more with me," she said, grinning to Jay and the stranger. "I can run back and get ya somethin', if you're hungry?" She looked at Mal as she said this.
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He was, however, lucid enough in his panic to realize he was going to need food eventually. So he focused himself on the contents of the crates. Or, at least he tried. It certainly wasn't good when someone like him couldn't find his focus.
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Although that would still send her off. Damn.
((...sorry 'bout that -.-))
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