If wishes were horses, we'd all be eatin' steak.

[mister_jayne]

((OOC: Jayne is from shortly after the episode Jaynestown. SO he's nothing like where the rest of them are from. XD Makes it even more confusing for him. Joy!))

Into the Inn walks a big guy with a gun.

...

"What the ruttin' hell's this?"

He lifts the gun up in front of him twists his head 'round to look behind.

No ship.

He looks forward.

No ship.

Back.

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[freedom_iswhat]

Mal doesn't really notice Jayne until the growl. And then he glances over. Sees Jayne reaching for the gun at his ankle. Sighs.

"Jayne. Put the guns away. There's little girl's around here don't need you wavin' those around."

Granted, the little girls around here Mal knows best - like, say, Juliet - actually like guns, but... that's entirely beside the point.

[mister_jayne]

As always... well, nearly always at least when they're standing face to face and a lot of money is not involved, Jayne obeys the captain. He leaves the one gun there and removes the first from his face, but not from his hand.

"Little girls?" He's actually looking around the Inn now. Hurrah. "Cap'n, what in the ruttin' hell is this?"

[freedom_iswhat]

Mal sighs a little at the question. He doesn't want to explain this - especially to Jayne, because it's bound to be a long, circular, and frustrating conversation - but apparently he doesn't have a choice.

He'd already had a drink at his table - he thinks up a second for Jayne, and beckons him over to sit at the table with him.

"Called the Inn. Don't suppose we can leave it there?" He's not very optimistic about the chances of that.

[mister_jayne]

Jayne takes a seat and sets the gun on the table.

It already literally hurts to wrap his brain around.

Or attempt to... wrap his brain around.

"Called the Inn. And it just come outta nowhere and its got little girls in it."

Please don't leave it there.

[freedom_iswhat]

Mal sighs and rolls his eyes. "Not just little girls. Other people too, they're just the only ones I'm worried might be a little alarmed by you wavin' guns around."

Now is the time to take a drink. Now is the time to take lots of drinks. Explaining complicated things to Jayne has that effect on him.

"It's sorta between worlds. Not in the way the black is. Outside of that."

Yeah, Mal's not great at this.

[mister_jayne]

Apparently, having complicated things explained to him makes Jayne need to drink, too.

So he does. A lot.

"Outside the black. Okay."

No he doesn't understand, but he's moving on... because his brain hurts. "So what're we doin' here?" As in, is there some way to make money here. "'n how do we get back to the ship?"

[freedom_iswhat]

Mal could have anticipated that this would make Jayne need to drink. A lot. But then, most things make Jayne need to drink a lot.

"We're not doin' anything here. Just... bein' here. You wanna go, you just turn around an' walk right back through that door."

He points helpfully to the door, just in case Jayne couldn't figure it out himself. You never know.

[mister_jayne]

Jayne looks where Mal points almost as if he expects that there will be a door there just, because Mal says there will be.

"Gorramit. Cap'n. There ain't no door there. Just a wall or I wouldn'ta asked."

He's not that dumb. Really.

[freedom_iswhat]

Mal glances over to the door again, just to make sure he can still see it.

And then he looks back to Jayne, and his honestly baffled expression.

"Tāmāde!"

He'd be more annoyed if he were trapped as well as Jayne, but... really. This is not funny, Inn.

[mister_jayne]

"Yeah. Tell me about it," Jayne grumbles, taking another drink and slamming it down on the table with a frustrated sigh.

Not funny and not fair.

He'd much rather be out shooting things or making money, but no such luck.