It was the annoying sound of medical equipment that started to seep louder in to Gwen's ears as the seconds passed. You know the sound. The beeps of screens watching heart rates, maybe the sounds of the IV kicking on again as medication was sent out along the line, or the sounds of the oxygen tank working in the background. Sounds that were ( Read more... )

John had broke from slumber in a most unsatisfying way. Gasping, the top half of his body thrust itself up. His eyes searched the room. This place wasn't right. He was in his quarters of Helen's Sanctuary, but the problem was, he couldn't remember how or why he was there. Tossing the blankets off of his body, John leaped out of bed and snatched up ( Read more... )

After Mal had discovered that morning, upon making his general customary rounds of Serenity, that Inara's shuttle had vanished from the ship, leaving behind no remnant-- and after he'd subsequently combed the ship for any trace of her, found nothing, then scanned the tablet map time after time for her name and dot-- and after that when he'd ( Read more... )

There was one thing that seemed to be missing from Taxon aside from animals, normal sky, and, well, the freedom to leave. Music- even when aboard her ship out in the black she'd sometimes pull the old fiddle out of hiding then sit alone in the cargo hold and play. Rare times she actually played to an audience where mostly it was in a pub and she ( Read more... )

[Having just been hit by a MASSIVE WALL OF TEXT in the middle of breakfast, and then fiddling to no effect for a solid five minutes with the tablet, is currently mildly annoyed, and a little bit desperate.

Just a bit.]

Alright. How the hell do you equip this thing with spam filters?

[There's an inferred 'Sam?' there. But he'll take anyone, ( Read more... )

It was sometime after noon when Gwen finally plopped down on a set of steps leading in to a rather quiet square. Most of her morning had been spent looking the central part of the city over, just exploring all the little places she could see before her curiosity had been satisfied for the time being. There had to be something to do around there ( Read more... )

Sheppard was a fan of good ol' American traditions. Barbecues, fireworks on the 4th of July, beer, you know - the works. Except now it was fall, even if the Taxon weather didn't agree. September meant that baseball was going into the playoffs and that football was starting. And anyone who knew Sheppard knew he was a fan of football. Hell, he ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Gwen had been avoiding people in the city. Okay. Fine. She had been avoiding most of the people in the city due to her own misadventures of trying to find a way back to her ship and crew. Neither seemed to be something she was able to find any answer to other than that she was stuck for however long this place kept her. It felt like ( Read more... )

Everything about this was wrong. It couldn't be here. She didn't want it to. What she wanted was her ship, crew, and a way back to half preventing a revolution from taking place again. Not seeing the thing that had ended everybody's lives for better and worse. Quietly Gwen balled her hands into fists watching the people who hadn't even been in the ( Read more... )

The time had come. Charlotte left John in charge of setting up the bar, giving him only the one request that he have a decent selection of beer, and did the work of dialing up the food. She knew she was going way over board. For all she knew no one might show up, even though she'd gotten a bit of a response to her invite. How could people ( Read more... )