There is something comforting about feeling his gun in his hand, Molokov thinks. There is also something satisfying about actually using it, even if it is only against paper targets ( Read more... )

What's this, a Mun that has the energy to play? Say it ain't so!

James is currently playing Wizarding Chess against himself. (He's losing, but don't tell him that.)

Collins is doing Something with a laptop. It's probably best not to ask unless you really want the answer.

Vida seems to be in the middle of a sewing project.

Sara has her daughter ( Read more... )

((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. ( Read more... )

In one corner, there is Fiona, who has recovered, more or less, from the strange events of earlier. Whether that's a good thing is entirely debatable, as she is curled up on a couch, sketching away in her notebook.

Svetlana is near the fireplace, feeling very restless and in need of something to do. She's persuing a cookbook in the hopes she'll ( Read more... )

Fiona's got the itch. Somewhere down the line, she's acquired a set of drumsticks. She sits at the table now, tapping out the beat she hears in her head.

She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain

There's a song in the making, and she has some lyrics scribbled down on the notebook beside her. She just wants to get the ( Read more... )

Beware, oh denizens of the Inn. Quiet time is about to be over ( Read more... )

Out back, River Tam is lying on her back on the ground, enjoying the weather. The last time Serenity was docked somewhere with snow, there wasn't much time to enjoy it; now she's making up for it.

And inside, Maureen Johnson settles herself into a comfortable chair. She hasn't wanted to see the Inn lately; it's been two months, almost three, but ( Read more... )

Because she's still eating the narration's brain... here, Inn. Have a Rose.

She's curled up in a chair, reading again (or, more likely given the rate at which she's turning pages, pretending to read), and lightly and unconsciously tapping out a rhythm on the cover of her book.

Da-da-da-DUMShe's got a lot to think about, which is precisely why ( Read more... )

Just when the inhabitants of the Inn, probably, think they've seen everything... a tiny orange cat in boots, hat, and belt walks in with a sword in his hand.

Of course, there's a quick dropping of the sword at the appearance of the Inn. He'd been going inside a castle. Not quite where he'd meant to end up.

"Aye! ¿Dónde estoy?  ¿Qué me he conseguido ( Read more... )

He'd gotten up early just to drive over to the port -- he thought he'd get a good spot by the fence and wait for Jude to get out of customs, then take him to surprise Lucy. Max had missed Jude more than it was possible to miss someone, or at least that's how he thought of it. So he'd written to him, both for his own sake and Lucy's, asking him to ( Read more... )