With a sort of shuddering noise, a blue police box comes into existence in the forecourt of the hotel, and out of the box falls a lanky young-looking man wearing a tweed jacket and bow tie. The door shuts immediately after him, and he whirls around in surprise, "Amy? Amy!" but there is no response ( Read more... )

Flames incinerate to ashes all that is left of the body.  The tongues of fire swallow the thing alive, melting a single glass shard embedded in the skull.

The fire consumes all it touches, but it can't feed forever.  The flame runs out of fuel and burns itself to nothingness, leaving nothing but a large pile of ash, not amidst burned concrete and ( Read more... )

Jon Osterman does not mean to be disruptive ( Read more... )

Walking outside by the waterline is someone who hasn't been seen in quite some time. Her bare feet skim over the sand and she twirls on occasion, humming some upbeat tune or another to herself.

River's returned, it seems, and she's having a good day.

Typist: River Tam. Firefly. Reintroed and retypisted. Have at. :)

There's a man standing off to the side of the room, a rather average-looking man with a long jacket and an intense look, and he's staring at you. Yes, you.

If you glance over, he might give you an eyebrow quirk or a slight nod or something else that's normal, but he's anything but normal. There's just something a little, tiny bit off about him, ( Read more... )

Just a second ago, she was looking to get some spare parts for the ship - but now she's here (wherever here is), with a slightly surprised expression on her face. Her dress is casual, and a smudge of grease is still on the side of her nose from the last time she worked on the engine ( Read more... )

Serenity hasn't gone anywhere for a while, and that means the crew're less likely to get into any sort of trouble, which means Simon's medical attention is almost completely unnecessary. Aside from the occasional patch-up, all his attention lately has been focused on his sister and easing her illness. The extra time's a blessing, as is the peace ( Read more... )

She's in the garden outside, sittin' there and cooling her engines. Look at her and you ain't sure where she's been or what she carries, though she's well beat up enough to have carried half the 'verse the distance of the other half. She ain't pretty, but she'll hold you, and she flies. She gets you where you want, and a little bit farther than ( Read more... )

She's not an impressive woman; almost everything there is about her is muted. Her voice is gentle, her movements are slow and deliberate, and even her gender seems to have been softened to the highest degree. Perhaps because of this, she radiates a serenity that may be difficult to overcome (but has been, by certain people who refuse to accept ( Read more... )

I've been informed that it's 'Talk Like a Pirate Day'. (Though I don't see why it's necessary. I'm around pirates often enough, anyway.)

At any rate, why don't y' all talk like pirates today? Yaaaar.

...That was completely idiotic.