What do you call a crazy space man? [ open ]
Characters: Kaylee Frye, whoever would like to stumble upon her.
Time: Another one of those late nights...
Location: Millennium Park
Content: Gee, I've always wanted to see an Earth-That-Was city!
Format: Prose, action, take your pick.
Warnings: Will be updated if necessary.
It was funny, how life worked. You could be idly walking into a room one second and being shot at the next, or fixing an engine while everyone else was sleeping only to turn around and be tied up by a bounty hunter. The twists weren't always bad, though. That belly wound could turn into a maybe-romance with a doctor, and the bounty hunter could help pull your crew together that much closer.
Kaylee didn't know where to place the current situation. When you're idly playing jacks in the cargo bay, you don't normally think that any second now, you could blink yourself right off into another place. Of course you don't, it doesn't make sense, it's down right silly...
And yet here she was, in the middle of a city she didn't recognize and a star system she couldn't place, during what appeared to be a winter night. Barefoot. With no coat, no coveralls, just pajamas and a tool bag.
Shiny.
She pulled the tool bag close as she peeked out from under the metal structure. Empty streets, no people, some lights. There were cars, recognizable as old Earth-That-Was models that would require some investigation after she found actual cold-weather clothing. The most promising sight at the moment was what appeared to be a corner store, from what she could barely see through its windows. It seemed like a decent place to start, at least.
Swinging her tool bag over her shoulder, Kaylee braced herself before stepping out into the puddled slush of left-over snow.
Time: Another one of those late nights...
Location: Millennium Park
Content: Gee, I've always wanted to see an Earth-That-Was city!
Format: Prose, action, take your pick.
Warnings: Will be updated if necessary.
It was funny, how life worked. You could be idly walking into a room one second and being shot at the next, or fixing an engine while everyone else was sleeping only to turn around and be tied up by a bounty hunter. The twists weren't always bad, though. That belly wound could turn into a maybe-romance with a doctor, and the bounty hunter could help pull your crew together that much closer.
Kaylee didn't know where to place the current situation. When you're idly playing jacks in the cargo bay, you don't normally think that any second now, you could blink yourself right off into another place. Of course you don't, it doesn't make sense, it's down right silly...
And yet here she was, in the middle of a city she didn't recognize and a star system she couldn't place, during what appeared to be a winter night. Barefoot. With no coat, no coveralls, just pajamas and a tool bag.
Shiny.
She pulled the tool bag close as she peeked out from under the metal structure. Empty streets, no people, some lights. There were cars, recognizable as old Earth-That-Was models that would require some investigation after she found actual cold-weather clothing. The most promising sight at the moment was what appeared to be a corner store, from what she could barely see through its windows. It seemed like a decent place to start, at least.
Swinging her tool bag over her shoulder, Kaylee braced herself before stepping out into the puddled slush of left-over snow.