Who is *that*?

[bad_in_latin]

A very tall Companion-in-training enters gracefully through the front door, tassels of the student robes swinging wildly in front of their face as they walk, obscuring any solid view of who it is.

Come buy the newcomer a drink?

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[xan_shaped]

"You too, huh?" Xander says ruefully.

[bad_in_latin]

Mal turns. "No actually I just borrowed this from Ina-aaahhh what the gorram?"

[xan_shaped]

Xander glares.

"Hi, Mal. No eyeliner?"

[bad_in_latin]

Mal eyes Xander cautiously, with a smirk playing on one side.

"Inara don't trust me with any. The robes are hers though. What do you think?"

Mal does a little twirl in the all-encompassing burgundy robes, tassels spinning in the wind.

[creator_raven]

Was that a pinch on the ass?

Who could have done such a thing.

Certainly not Raven, who is, perhaps not-so-coincidentally standing behind him.

He's not even trying for innocence, really.

[bad_in_latin]

"Oh!" Mal reflexively - and in way too feminine a manner - bitchslaps Raven.

"Whatchya do that for?"

[creator_raven]

Raven pokes him in the stomach. He is familiar with bitchslaps, really. Pity is doesn't particularly phase him.

"Mostly to plague you, I think."

[bad_in_latin]

"Good to know then." Mal pulls his hood back and sits at the bar.

The bar gives him a rather sizable pink marguerita.

Mal only chuckles and sips it thoughtfully.

"So who're you supposed to be?"

[sheila_nagig]

Headquirk.

"If you're trying to pull that off, you really gotta thrust your hips a bit more, sweety."

Says the pregnant "man" sitting watching the universes end.

[bad_in_latin]

Mal pulls the hood back.

"Thanks, I'll have to --"

Pause.

"Is that a pillow under there?"

[sheila_nagig]

She quirks her head. I am Jack's complete lack of sense.

"Uh, no. That a broom handle under there?"

[bad_in_latin]

A confused chuckle.

"No...sir. No broom handles anywhere visible or hidden on my person."

A weird sort of smirk. "Though I don't peg you as what you look to be either."

[kabuki_masked]

Kabuki has waddled/popped over to see what all the ruckus is about-and when she does she does a mental green-headed doggy doubletake.

"....You are Mal Reynolds?"

He's obviously not triad or police. He's an escaped mental patient.

Forgive her complete and total surprise. She's never been good with social graces.

[bad_in_latin]

Mal pulls back his hood and blinks. Stares too, even.

"...Yes?"

[kabuki_masked]

Kabuki understands this must look rather odd.

"I am...Kabuki." If the gigantic goggle-eyes can look pained-they do, "We met yesterday?"

Head Shake, "I put my trust in the inatimate object and it-" she points a wiggly paw at the bar, "Turned me into this." She could launch into a litany about how she hoped this would earn her egress-but he probably doesn't want to hear that.

She recalls her conversation with the inatimate object that is the bar and shakes her head, "You must speak to the bar. I am sure they will give you a better..." She blinks her googley-eyes, "Outfit."

[bad_in_latin]

"...Kabuki. Wow. You look...not bad," Mal attempts comfort, but he's not too good with it.

"I actually chose to dress myself like this. It's a holiday here - ever heard o' Halloween? Folk dress like they normally wouldn't."

[gonna_live]

There's a queen sitting at the bar.

"Nice outfit, captain." There are stifled snickers.

[bad_in_latin]

Palm to palm, Mal bows very formally.

"[You as well Your Highness]," Mal responds with a grin as he stands again.

"What's a lady like you doin' in a bar like this?"

[gonna_live]

"Enjoyin' my wings as long as I can." Kaylee beams. "I know I seen that before -- don't tell me the bar put you in it?"

[bad_in_latin]

"Nope, Inara did." Mal pulls off his robes to show her his loose-fitting black silk drawstring pants, with a formed white silk shirt and gold brocade across the front.

"What do we think?"