[Thread] Lookie who has a bunkmate!

[pants_too_tight]

Characters: Open
Where: Tzu-Deka
When: Early evening, about a week ago, before crazy time.
Summary: Mal Makes himself at home... as best he can..
Warnings: None

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[spaceflyboy]

Duo had been heading up to the roof to kick back on the couch up there, do a little stargazing maybe as the sun set. Maybe do some roof side lurk watching for Mel. Mostly he just wanted to chill. As he started up the steps to the third floor, a flash of brown caught his eye. Guy walking into a room with a big trench coat? Huh. He at first thought nothing of it and started up the next few steps, but his curiosity got the better of him.

He stepped down the stairs and cautiously and stealthily meandered over o the door that had been left open. Tzu Deka? Kaylee's room? Hm. Bet she wouldn't mind him walking on in uninvited. He walked in, spotting the man who had entered, vaguely recognizing him as someone he may have seen on the street, but nothing more.

"Hey."

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Mal opened his eyes, rolling his head to glance over at the doorway. Mal was not one to forget faces easily.

"Oh, hey." He sat up a bit. "Just make'n m'self at home." He looked around at the largely empty room, save for one bed that seemed to be occupied. "Don't seem to be much else to do 'round here."

He sat up all the way and swung his feet over the side of the bed. "Seems to be this place ain't much for look'n after a victory and all. Went an' wandered 'round the place a bit after I ran into ya." He looks around the room again as if to accentuate his point. "Can't say this place is much good for a fight."

"If our hosts want us to win their war, they sure ain't provide'n us with much to win it with." He thought he could smell a faint aroma of tomatoes, old, slightly fermented.

"Duo...right?"

[spaceflyboy]

Duo listened to the old man speak, ending up feeling a might sheepish, having not remembered Mal right away. He'd met the guy twice after all, two different versions.

"I'll say, real fixer upper." Duo replied, then a nod of agreement. "hate to say it but I don't exactly have alot of motivation, I've fought in a war before and even if I was on the losing side? We still had weapons.. effective ones."

Interesting guy this one was, Duo smirked and nodded, "That's me. Mal?"

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Mal nodded at Duo. "That's my name, till someone decides they need it more than I do."

Mal sized him up for a moment. He seemed a bit young to be a war veteran already, but Browncoats weren't far off in age or experience in many cases. "Don't matter much what win'n or lose'n side you're on, as long as it's the right one. Problem is, I can't rightly tell what side I'm on right now."

Mal slowly gets up from the bed. He was a bit stiff from "camping" out for the last few weeks or so. "Right now though, I think our biggest problem, our biggest enemy, is each other. Seems to be the case that many 'o us are at each other's throats."

His hand dropped to his side, and patted the empty holster. "That, and we seem to be have'n a serious deficiency of things t'fight with."

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Mal's gaze followed the man as he walked in abruptly, hearing his strange request.

"Yeah, sure. Not too hard a request I reckon. Can't say I saw ya if I don't know your name." He stared at him for a moment before adding the last little bit, "Which is?"

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He nodded at the strange half man, half machine looking man standing before him

"Malcolm Reynolds. Captain... smart ass, and uh.." He paused for a moment, looking around as if to accentuate the last part of his statement, "none to pleased with the place."

He looked the man over for a moment, sizing him up. "So what's yer story?"

[machines_talk]

Kaylee matched the decor of the part of the room she'd claimed as hers, bright colors just a little muted by the dust collected in the course of her various projects. She half-skipped in, humming a cheerful tune as she made her way toward the fridge to forage for food. "Hey, Captain!" she called cheerfully, distracted enough to not immediately register that there was anything unusual about his presence.

It clicked after two more steps, and she spun on her heel to blink at him in near-comic puzzlement. "Oh, hey! Are ya stayin' here now? That's great! Got lonely after everyone else just up an' vanished."

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Mal grinned a bit as she asked the question. "Well I suppose I am. Need someone to keep you line," he winked at Kaylee, "and, uh..." He kicked at his bed a little bit, as if to test its sleep worthiness, "I need someone to fix my bunk when I finally manage to break it I suppose."

He glanced over at Kaylee's bed, "I thought the," and he waved his hands in front of him for a moment as if trying to come up with the word, "Color, looked familiar." He sat down on his own bed, it creaking in an unsettling manner. "Didn't take you long to make yer'self at home I see."

[machines_talk]

"Hey!" Kaylee planted her hands on her hips, though her grin betrayed the outraged posture for the jest it was. "I been behavin' myself real good since I got here. But yeah, things are kinda fallin' apart all over. Fixed the oven twice already, an' it still don't always wanna cooperate. Guess it ain't too big a surprise, what with this place havin' been abandoned before everyone got moved here."

She looked around the apartment, expression faintly thoughtful. "Well, I been here a few months now. Figured I might as well make the place look nice. An'...it kinda reminds me of home. More'n the gray did, leastaways. That just looked like some sorta prison."

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"Well, can't say that wouldn't be much of a stretch." Even though they weren't technically prisoners, their treatment and accomodations couldn't help but leave a person to feel like one.... a prisoner that is.

"And, I'm sure you have been... behave'n yourself that is." He walked around, and kind of poked at the other corners of the room, taking stock of what was there.

"So, uh, falling apart?" He paused from his mini exploration, looking back at Kaylee. "How so?"