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[omnicidalmaniac]

Who: Nero, Baby, Rayne, maybe more.
When: Back-dated to port, just after his trip out with Ian.
Where: NYC, near Santa.
What: One very confused Romulan meeting and greeting fellow Barge-mates while bewildered by 21st-century New York City.
Warnings: Definitely language, possibly violence.

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[spo0kshow_baby]

Baby had been in a mixed mood, wanting to partake in some of the festivities but also put out that she was under babysitting patrol. After the near death of Martha via the hands of the Master and herself, Rayne had come down hard on the Inmate and restricted her free time in NYC

[rayney_day]

Like Mister Magoo's sexier, female cousin, Rayne was muttering what could only be a string of curses under breath. Why had this been their stop-off point, so soon after punishment was necessary? It interrupted her stride, man... Upset her rhythm!

Afteer this, she was going to be making sure her inmate was confined to a strict schedule of monitored freedom and incarceration behind closed door. Some, like Morgan, regarded the place like a mental asylum, but Rayne was one of those who treated it like a prison and judged things accordingly.

One which sotpped off at New York for Christmas... Yeah, right.

The facial markings of who Firefly called out to, gave Rayne a burst of recognition, but she hadn't interacted much with them, if at all. Still, he seemed to be there, on his own.

Of course, Baby cursing aloud while waiting in a queue of little kids, brought her a swift glare from the redhead, who muttered a, "They'll throw you out," before looking back his way

[omnicidalmaniac]

Those two, he was sure, he'd seen on the Barge in brief passing--very brief, since he'd kept so much to himself he'd spoken to almost no one but Ian after his stay in Level 0. Nero made his quiet way around the herds of children, approaching the two women--his eyebrows were hidden under a black ski hat, but he quirked one anyway.

"I don't know," he said, glancing from one to the other, then to the fat red Terran, "will he?" It was a perfectly serious question.

The redhead's mention of 'Warden' clinched it; they had to be from the Barge, which was something of a relief. If he failed to pass for fully human around them, it wouldn't matter as it would for any Terran who belonged here.

[spo0kshow_baby]

Baby merely stuck out her tongue at Rayne, giving two fucks about the bratty ass kids. But, she did want a picture (if only because it meant avoiding punishment) and the atmosphere was having a positive, jolly effect on her. So, she tried to hold back on the cursing. Tried being the key word, as swearing was very much a part of her vocabulary, fuck you very much.

Because it was too much fun, because he had set himself up, Baby cackled and eyed the Santa before rolling her shoulders, swiveling her eyes back on Nero. "Stick close to us and we won't let him, yeah?"

She snickered, winking at Rayne.

"You've seriously never seen Santa before?"

Baby refrained from saying "a", again aware of the little children and not wanting to burst the whole Santa may be fake bubble. It was a fun belief, she could at least support that much.