Lost in the Hotel
Who: Malcolm Reynolds and Open to All
Where: Hallway and Lounge
When: After his drinks and Chinese Checkers with Xander
What: Mal wanders aimlessly
Mal had been looking for something to do. He was thinking either the cinema or the library. The Hotel, however, kept giving him the Chapel, the Bar, and the Banquet Hall. He was neither hungry nor thirsty. Besides, if he drank alone, he'd get drunk and that wouldn't be fun. He wasn't religious either, so the Chapel was even less welcome. He had knocked on Kaylee's door, but when she hadn't answered, he went down to the garage. The hovercraft was still there, but she was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't quite sure what that meant, but pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. No time to get worried yet.
He wandered the first floor, opening doors and closing them when they weren't what he wanted. "Shénme shì wú máo māo de míngzì, nǐ shuō nǐ xiǎng shānyáng xīshǔn jiǔdiàn?" he swore as he found the Chapel for a fourth time. He slammed the door and continued walking, his mood traveling steadily darker, deciding if he found the bar, maybe he'd have a drink after all.
Finally, he found a room with many chairs and sofas behind a door. It wasn't the cinema or the library, but neither was it one of the three the hotel kept throwing at him. He stalked in and sat down roughly in a chair. He didn't have anything to do, so he reached into a pocket and pulled out his captures. He watched them for a few minutes, his mind turning back to those years on his ship.
Where: Hallway and Lounge
When: After his drinks and Chinese Checkers with Xander
What: Mal wanders aimlessly
Mal had been looking for something to do. He was thinking either the cinema or the library. The Hotel, however, kept giving him the Chapel, the Bar, and the Banquet Hall. He was neither hungry nor thirsty. Besides, if he drank alone, he'd get drunk and that wouldn't be fun. He wasn't religious either, so the Chapel was even less welcome. He had knocked on Kaylee's door, but when she hadn't answered, he went down to the garage. The hovercraft was still there, but she was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't quite sure what that meant, but pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. No time to get worried yet.
He wandered the first floor, opening doors and closing them when they weren't what he wanted. "Shénme shì wú máo māo de míngzì, nǐ shuō nǐ xiǎng shānyáng xīshǔn jiǔdiàn?" he swore as he found the Chapel for a fourth time. He slammed the door and continued walking, his mood traveling steadily darker, deciding if he found the bar, maybe he'd have a drink after all.
Finally, he found a room with many chairs and sofas behind a door. It wasn't the cinema or the library, but neither was it one of the three the hotel kept throwing at him. He stalked in and sat down roughly in a chair. He didn't have anything to do, so he reached into a pocket and pulled out his captures. He watched them for a few minutes, his mind turning back to those years on his ship.