The return of the Wobbly-Headed Doll Caper went off without a hitch.

Which leaves Mal and the newly-increased crew of Serenity flying off, trying to find their next job.

It's August 1st, and Mal is very predictable.

He's also on his third Ng Ka Pe, trying to not pay attention to the attention he's getting paid.

So to speak - it's hard to be ignored on a day like today, looking like Mal does.

[ooc: From here.]He never did leave. All night -- and he's got a kink in his neck to prove it from the awkward way he slept, but it's insignificant enough to ignore for now ( Read more... )

It's been a long few weeks. Between their latest job (donkeys. Rutting Donkeys. Never again with the farm animals, Mal swears it) and Inara feeling under the weather lately, Mal's taken to catching sleep where and when he can ( Read more... )

It's a normal day for Mal, more or less.

The lesser side of normalcy?

Mal is thirty-six.

At least the Bar doesn't try to burn herself down by shoving 36 candles onto a birthday cake.

That would make Mal even grumpier.

Black gunpowder and black wings, and Mal doesn't walk into Milliways Bar so much as tilt inward, landing with a thump on his ass as he does so.

He actually thinks to reach up to touch his forehead, after a minute.

Mal's walking -- more or less -- into the bar from the door leading back from the stables and woods ( Read more... )

Mal's mother is the one who is proficient enough with the piano to be actually teaching folk.

Mal? He's drinking Ng Ka Pe with his left hand and picking out a quiet melody with his right.

It's surprisingly in tune, and he smiles to himself at his almost-effort.

[ooc: Original text from here.]Most people avoid looking down into the Valley itself when they come to visit, preferring to focus on calm, clean grave markers and polite remembrances ( Read more... )

There is a Wash.

Wearing a a familiar brown coat and gunbelt.

Wash...is not happy.