Aboard the Serenity
[Backdated to Friday 4 August, one hour before hurricane landfall.]
Mal ain't happy.
The weather outside is gettin' terrible fierce, n' he swears that River's invited half the gorram island t' take refuge on Serenity. For now, the folks are in the cargo bay. Some're sittin' on crates and such, while others mill 'bout, like they ain't got a clue what t' do.
Outside the wind's roarin', 'n there's all manner o' awful howlin' 'round the ship, the sound carryin' in. If'n he didn't know it was on 'ccount o' the storm, it might be cause t' be afright.
E'ery so often River hauls someone new inside, 'n each time Mal's mouth gets in a thinner n' thinner line. Surely these folks need shelterin' from the storm, but he don't know most o' 'em, nor does he care t'. He mostly keeps t' his n' his 'lone, n' that suits him just fine.
The wind's makin' Serenity rock a bit from side t' side, n' he has t' brace himself 'gainst the wall as he cuts 'cross the cargo bay. He's got n' 'nnouncement t' make, n' so's he heads t' the comm.
"Attention," he says, speakin' int' the comm. "This's the cap'n speakin'. For the time-bein', you all're guests o' me n' my crew. Serenity ain't your home, so's you best be treatin' her like the fine lady she is. Cargo bay n' the dinin' area upstairs're places you all can go. E'erything else is off-limits, n' I suggest you respect that. I see anyone bein' somewhere they ain't t' be, I can guarantee my hand'll be on metal faster'n you can spit."
[Treat this as a gathering post! Tag Mal, or tag each other!]
Mal ain't happy.
The weather outside is gettin' terrible fierce, n' he swears that River's invited half the gorram island t' take refuge on Serenity. For now, the folks are in the cargo bay. Some're sittin' on crates and such, while others mill 'bout, like they ain't got a clue what t' do.
Outside the wind's roarin', 'n there's all manner o' awful howlin' 'round the ship, the sound carryin' in. If'n he didn't know it was on 'ccount o' the storm, it might be cause t' be afright.
E'ery so often River hauls someone new inside, 'n each time Mal's mouth gets in a thinner n' thinner line. Surely these folks need shelterin' from the storm, but he don't know most o' 'em, nor does he care t'. He mostly keeps t' his n' his 'lone, n' that suits him just fine.
The wind's makin' Serenity rock a bit from side t' side, n' he has t' brace himself 'gainst the wall as he cuts 'cross the cargo bay. He's got n' 'nnouncement t' make, n' so's he heads t' the comm.
"Attention," he says, speakin' int' the comm. "This's the cap'n speakin'. For the time-bein', you all're guests o' me n' my crew. Serenity ain't your home, so's you best be treatin' her like the fine lady she is. Cargo bay n' the dinin' area upstairs're places you all can go. E'erything else is off-limits, n' I suggest you respect that. I see anyone bein' somewhere they ain't t' be, I can guarantee my hand'll be on metal faster'n you can spit."
[Treat this as a gathering post! Tag Mal, or tag each other!]