Mal finds a few important people and tells them the news: he and River are gettin' hitched.

Timed to 18 December; some threads ongoing.

The most worrisome part had been fitting Cloud through the front door ( Read more... )

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Casey prowled the building called the compound, getting the lay of the land. If no one was going to tell him straight out what his mission was, he was just going to have to figure it out for himself ( Read more... )

It were n' 'rdinary day -- least, 'twas as 'rdinary a day could get 'round these parts, on some gorram crazy mystical sort o' island. Sun was hangin' high, nice breeze, n' not a Reaver 'r nothin' else all bloodthirsty n' death-bringin' in sight ( Read more... )

It'd been a while since Jayne had written to his ma ( Read more... )

In the week since the Reavers had come, River had barely spoken to anyone, even the people on Serenity. She had retreated into her own mind in a way she hadn't done in a long time, and she couldn't quite find her way out. She had slept a lot, much more than she usually did, but it was hard not to when she hurt so much, and had been so sure she ( Read more... )

Dated October 31

As all hell breaks loose around the island, the crew of Serenity notices that one of them is unaccounted for. Mal and Jayne head off on a rescue mission, and the others prepare to defend the ship.

Out in the world, River runs into her her most hated enemy, and then she and Saffron encounter their worst nightmare: Reavers. (On ( Read more... )

There was all manner o' diān goin' on outside. Mal'd taken Shadow up the path t' the paddock near the compound where the goats n' other livestock were bein' kept t' water her when e'erythin' seemed t' go straight t' dì yù. Thin' Mal ain't e'er seen 'fore were runnin' 'bout the island causin' more havoc'n the Alliance bent on unification. ( Read more... )

You know, there are some nice things to be said for living on your own in a hut in the Hidden Hamlet. Aside from the cheesy as hell name, and the sometimes cheesy as hell neighbors (Anne of Avonlea and the little fucking mermaid are fucking next door? What the fuck is that shit?), it's nice. Cozy, quiet, and mercifully lacking in one George Lass ( Read more... )