OPEN SPAM - The Bear Jew Returneth

[actuallyagolem]

[Donny is sat in silence in the Level 1 common room. Head in one hand, the other gripping his machine gun, he's feeling just a little confused.

Around him the furniture is filled with holes. In fact, the couch he's sat on looks a bit like Swiss cheese. As does a nearby table. As do the walls behind his head.

He pulls at the sleeves of his

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[doeswhatido]

[[He was meandering around the lower levels of the ship after shadowing the Infirmary staff...when he heard a scream. He knew different kinds of screams-screams of pain, fear, aggravation, delight, so forth and so on. He generally caused most all of them, save "delight." He couldn't think of anyone who'd be full of "delight" to see the harbinger of Good to their Evil. But, since the Barge had been riding a wave of murder and devastation these past two or three weeks, he went to investigate.

...and found that everything was in a form of concentrated chaos. Even the man sitting on the bullet-ridden couch.

He approached carefully, making sure his footsteps could be heard this time around in case he still had ammo left in that (was that a MACHINE GUN??) weapon of his, putting his leather gloves on slowly.]]

You...all right there?

[Action Spamalamadingdong]

[actuallyagolem]

[Donny blinks at his shoes, scuffed and battered and not looking as nice and new they did when von Hammersmark first gave them to him. He hears the guy approaching - sees those leather gloves.

He snarls and jumps to his feet. His vision is a little blurred, but he can see those leather gloves as clear as day.

Nazi at the film premiere. That's what Donny sees.]

[Action Spamalamadingdong]

[doeswhatido]

[[It's always the little things, isn't it? Little things like leather gloves...not that 47 is aware either way. He notes the quick glance at his hands, however, which kicks his mind in overdrive, but he instead stops in place and holds up his hands as though the police have just caught his roommate selling salvia.]]

Hey...don't. I was just coming to see what the screaming was about. I'm not...here to har-m you. If that's-what you're thinking.

[[He had his twins tucked in his pants behind his suit jacket, though. He'd be armed if things got out of hand, but he wasn't about to point that "little thing" out.]]

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[madrassa]

Inara Serra had set aside time for a quick nap in her cabin between visits at the spa when she heard the scream -- and recognized it as Donny's. Despite her grogginess she managed to wrap a shawl around her bare shoulders and snag her Ruger Mk. II .22 auto pistol off of her bedside table. Things around the Barge had been especially dangerous as of late and it wasn't uncommon for Inara to keep it with her at all times.

When she arrived at the common room, she couldn't help that her hand immediately drew to her mouth to hide her reaction. The action itself was considered a last resort for normally disciplined Companions -- a last ditch to hide an adverse reaction to something. Stunned in silence, Inara couldn't bring herself to speak.