omg kyle's pups free for aaaall

[makesmeatease]

Sitting at the Bar, getting a progress report on her mother-in-law from the rats, is Inara Serra and a pot of tea. She looks as poised as ever, with her dark hair swept up out of her face, and her fingernails clinking elegantly against the china of her cup

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[puckishly]

Perhaps Alice is looking for Puck! Puck likes friends!

He also appreciates people who lounge in places more precarious than a couch or chair, and pops into view some yards away to regard her with curiosity.

(Also: Well disguised irritation. Stupid vampires. Stupid sexy Havelock.)

[betagainstme]

She feels eyes on her and turns to glance at Puck. He smells...new. A bit like you would think glitter would smell like.

"Hello." She says evenly as she blinks big, golden eyes at him.

[puckishly]

Interesting fact:

Puck was coming to a rather similar conclusion about Alice.

He smiles, faintly, his own usually-blue eyes flickering with gold themselves.

"Hullo."

[betagainstme]

"Do you often just stare at people?" Alice asks kindly, turning so her feet brushed the ground. She's short, okay.

Her book gets placed to the side, cover up: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

Crichton

[baptizemyself]

Helena happens to be running around the lake too, not so far from Crichton.

When he trips over, she sees and goes running over.

"Hey are you okay?"

[i_heart_winona]

"Owww." He moans, rubbing his face, which is now covered in dirt. "Yeah. I think my pride and dignity need full body casts now though."

[baptizemyself]

"At least pride and dignity heal less painfully than broken bones," she say with a wry smile.

[i_heart_winona]

"True." John smiles back as he sits up and rubs his nose. "Ow. I swear I'm usually not this clumsy."

LIES.

Inara

[baptizemyself]

And maybe a few hours before or maybe even after running into John by the lake, Helena is in the bar drinking coffee not to far away from Inara!

She looks over at the familiar face and nods a greeting.

"Hello again."

How do you like THAT Millitime, huh? HUH?!

[makesmeatease]

You made Millitime your bitch!!

Inara pulls herself away from the waitrat and smiles at Helena. "Hello. Nice to see you again."

[baptizemyself]

"You too. Inara, right?"

[makesmeatease]

"Right." She smiles graciously. "And you'll have to forgive me, but remind me of your name again? There's just...been a lot on my mind lately."

[confrontspeak]

Lacey is outside, decidedly not running.

She's taking time to commune with nature, and has very nearly perfected her state of meditation.

Until a fall breaks her concentration.

"Ugh," she groans.

"Now I'm going to have to start all over."

[i_heart_winona]

"Ugh." John says as he sits up, spitting grass out of his mouth. "More mouthy blondes. Great."

[confrontspeak]

Lacey's tch of protest is plainly audible.

"What?"

[i_heart_winona]

"You. Blonde. Mouthy." He grunts, rubbing at his bruised face. "I seem to attract them like honey and flies."

A beat. "Not in a sexual way or anything. Just...they appear. Like...crazy mirages."

Okay. He's the crazy one. Don't worry. He knows.

[til_it_aint]

Ben ain't exactly lookin' for someone, matter of fact is he's tryin' nice and discreetly t'check on whether or not anyone's died, or been taken ill. So far it doesn't seem to be, and he thinks that's damn strange - healin' is supposed to take life, he knows that - but he ain't exactly complainin'. So.

But could be, while he's lookin' around, that he happens t'see Alice sittin' by the window, that one he don't like lookin' out of. And he tenses, for a moment, rememberin' how she looked and talked so human but ain't, she ain't at all, she's somethin' what can't be real but is - and he wonders 'bout runnin'.

'cept he knows full well, right, that there ain't a place he can run to won't be fulla the same. And this place, the bar, it's a safe place (save for crazy skirts with shotguns) and she'd said, last time, somethin' 'bout how she didn't go for people. He just hadn't heard it in the panic, the confusion, th'knowledge of this ain't right. So he scuffs his feet when he approaches, makes it known that he's there, and he's got his head

[betagainstme]

Alice looks up, like she hadn't already known he was coming toward her...even though she'd known since he made the decision.

"Hello." Her voice is cautious, but her eyes sparkle as she sets her book aside. "How are you?"

[til_it_aint]

He keeps his head down, don't meet her eyes as he mutters "Been keepin' well."

He knows what he wants t'say, don't feel right about how he left last time, figures she can't help the way she is and here, here's where y'get people y'wouldn't get at home so he ain't got no call to be makin' judgment.

He hesitates a split-second longer than looks up, meets her eyes and the look on his face plainly shows how goddamn uncomfortable this all is makin' him. "Listen," he bursts out, not knowin' how t'say it just knowin' it's gotta be said, "Before - last time, I wasn't - weren't thinkin' straight, is all. I didn't mean nothin' by it."

[betagainstme]

"I'm used to it." She tells him, her voice quiet and her eyes sad. Now she's the one who can't look at him. Instead, Alice glances out the window, chews on her lip for a moment.

Even if people don't know what she is, they still treat her as something different, as something to be feared...and for someone who only wants to make friends with the millions of people she meets, it's heartbreaking. But she puts a smile on her face and nods at Ben. "I figured you didn't. It's okay. No hard feelings."

She's not gonna eat you or anything.