[Thread] Lookie who has a bunkmate!

[pants_too_tight]

Characters: Open
Where: Tzu-Deka
When: Early evening, about a week ago, before crazy time.
Summary: Mal Makes himself at home... as best he can..
Warnings: None

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[machines_talk]

Kaylee matched the decor of the part of the room she'd claimed as hers, bright colors just a little muted by the dust collected in the course of her various projects. She half-skipped in, humming a cheerful tune as she made her way toward the fridge to forage for food. "Hey, Captain!" she called cheerfully, distracted enough to not immediately register that there was anything unusual about his presence.

It clicked after two more steps, and she spun on her heel to blink at him in near-comic puzzlement. "Oh, hey! Are ya stayin' here now? That's great! Got lonely after everyone else just up an' vanished."

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Mal grinned a bit as she asked the question. "Well I suppose I am. Need someone to keep you line," he winked at Kaylee, "and, uh..." He kicked at his bed a little bit, as if to test its sleep worthiness, "I need someone to fix my bunk when I finally manage to break it I suppose."

He glanced over at Kaylee's bed, "I thought the," and he waved his hands in front of him for a moment as if trying to come up with the word, "Color, looked familiar." He sat down on his own bed, it creaking in an unsettling manner. "Didn't take you long to make yer'self at home I see."

[machines_talk]

"Hey!" Kaylee planted her hands on her hips, though her grin betrayed the outraged posture for the jest it was. "I been behavin' myself real good since I got here. But yeah, things are kinda fallin' apart all over. Fixed the oven twice already, an' it still don't always wanna cooperate. Guess it ain't too big a surprise, what with this place havin' been abandoned before everyone got moved here."

She looked around the apartment, expression faintly thoughtful. "Well, I been here a few months now. Figured I might as well make the place look nice. An'...it kinda reminds me of home. More'n the gray did, leastaways. That just looked like some sorta prison."

[pants_too_tight]

"Well, can't say that wouldn't be much of a stretch." Even though they weren't technically prisoners, their treatment and accomodations couldn't help but leave a person to feel like one.... a prisoner that is.

"And, I'm sure you have been... behave'n yourself that is." He walked around, and kind of poked at the other corners of the room, taking stock of what was there.

"So, uh, falling apart?" He paused from his mini exploration, looking back at Kaylee. "How so?"

[machines_talk]

"Still don't like to feel it, though," Kaylee replied, as ever a mix of obscene optimism and cheerful practicality. "Way I figure it, the more we act like we're just plain stuck, the less likely we are to find a way out. Besides, I like it better pretty."

She looked around the room, then shrugged. "Oh, you know. Just old. Cracked ceilin', windows need fixed, that sorta thing. Couple places seem to have holes, even. Ain't much that don't seem practically antique, neither. Guessin' people'll start takin' notice of what's broke, now it's gettin' colder."

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He nodded and smile slightly at Kaylee's optimistic wisdom. "That is right mei-mei, if we don't change nothin', nothin'll change."

Mal moved over to the window to see Econtra from a perspective he has yet to see it from: above. "Just wish we could do something about this whole Gorram place. No one seems to keen to be doin what we were brought here for." And Mal was not too keen on the idea of having a bloody repeat of Serenity Valley, all on the ground that everyone wasn't ready for the fight.

"It is get'n colder, that's for sure." And in more ways that one, he thought quietly to himself.

[machines_talk]

"Guessin' most of 'em don't much like bein' kept," Kaylee replied. She turned from the fridge, dragging the tip of one finger along the counter, then rubbing it against her thumb to test for imaginary grit. "Don't matter much to 'em, 'cause they think it ain't their fight, you know? Guess I can see where they're comin' from, too. Just don't figure I could ever sit by if there's a way I can help."

She smiled a little ruefully, looking with worried eyes over the apartment. "Won't be no good in a fight, but I can put together what I can meanwhile, maybe make things a little better. Ain't much, but I can't think of no other reason for anyone to bring me here."

[pants_too_tight]

He walked over to Kaylee, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey,whatever it is that you do 'round here will be more than enough, I'm sure o' that. More'n I can say about most other folks around here." He lingered for a moment, then nodded, moving over to the window."

"Course, none of us gonna be much good in a fight as I see it." His hand went down to his side and patted at his empty holster. He wondered quietly to himself how anyone ever fought a war without weapons, let alone be expected to win one.