Thirty Second

[mademyownpath]

[Coming through your lobby doors right now, ladies and gentlemen, is a dirty and annoyed looking cowboy. Billy used a teleport beam on him while he was trying to rescue Kaylee, and he ended up in a godforsaken meadow a hell of a long way away. Just now is he returning, and boy is he not happy. Because journals are useful things, his appears just at

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[onemanshort]

John?! Oh god...Where are you?

[someone has been worried sick since Zoe brought her back to the castle]

[mademyownpath]

[He's been worried too. With no journal, he had no clue how the battle went]

Kaylee? Lord, is it good to hear your voice. I'm in the lobby.

[onemanshort]

Don't go nowhere, *dong-ma?

[she's certainly not wasting any time. Her journal snaps shut as she abandons the crew quarters and heads for the lobby.

When she reaches it, she's immediately looking for the cowboy and heading straight for him. You, sir, are getting hugged]

*understand?

[mademyownpath]

I wasn't planning on...

[Oh she's gone. He isn't left confused for long though, because suddenly, there's an armful of Kaylee. He dithers for a moment, before hugging her back]

Good to see you, too, Darlin'

[onemanshort]

[she knew he was tough and she's spent the past few years with a crew that knew how many dangers some of their jobs brought them, but she's still reluctant when she steps back, looking him over for injury.]

Spike said you'd just gone and disappeared...and then there weren't no word and no way of knowin' just what they'd gone and done to you.

...But you're... you're okay?

[mademyownpath]

I'm fine. That damned fool in the white coat hit me with somethin' and I ended up in a field. It's took me this long to get back.

[onemanshort]

[....]

What could he'a hit you with that would do somethin' like that?

[mademyownpath]

Damned if I know, I don't plan on askin'.

[onemanshort]

I'm just glad you're here and breathin'.

[mademyownpath]

Not a scratch on me, see? [He chuckles, opening his arms as if to prove he is, indeed, unharmed]

[onemanshort]

...oh! Here you are, lookin' like you ain't rested in days, and I'm keepin' you standin'.

[mademyownpath]

I'll be fine, darlin'. I've been through worse.

[onemanshort]

Your son...he'll wanna know you're safe, too. And you probably ain't ate in ages...least-wise not anythin' decent.

Dinner. You should have dinner with Zoe 'n me. The both of you. I'm sure she wouldn't mind none.

[mademyownpath]

That would be mighty nice. Jack could use a good meal, boy looks like he hasn't had one in an age.

[onemanshort]

I'll let her know, then. I got a few things I've been meanin' to try, anyway.

[mademyownpath]

...You mean...cooking sort of things?