Kaylee, by a fire, her hand resting on her baby bump as she reads a book that looks suspiciously like "Men at Arms".

It's quite amusing to her.

Captain Shakespeare walks out from his cabin to greet his crew, except the outside of his ship is suddenly an inside of a building.

Hmm. Quaint. Nice lighting. Has that warm, homey feel the ship is always missing out on. Oooh, absolutely lovely decor all around! The fire place brings an- He growls, interrupting his train of thought, before he ( Read more... )

Gordon's downstairs again, curled around a notebook and scribbling very intently in it. No, you don't get to know what he's writing.

Feel free to say hi, though, if you like. He's not feeling particularly talkative, but it might do him some good.

Kaylee locks the boys in their room. Absolutely nothing gets worked out. Blame Gordon.

After avoiding his own bedroom and therefore Luther for a week or so, having found out that the bunk beds in his room were there for a reason, Gordon decided the best course of action was to get a new room.

He went to the reception desk, asked for a new key... and one appeared in his hand, with a room number that was thankfully not 196, so that ( Read more... )

He can still feel Peter's kiss on his lips. That seems to be the important thing just now.

Not how hard it is to stand, to even breathe, or that he can't hear the music or the voices of the other actors... Just that one last kiss ( Read more... )

Here's a not unfamiliar sight: Pretty brunette in greasy army-green coveralls and a pretty pink-and-purple shirt, with her hair twisted on top of her head and held in place with enameled chopsticks ( Read more... )

Mal gives the Inn a suspicious look as he steps in. He wants to make sure there are no former pilots attacking with bags and rolled up newspapers. When he sees that there are no Hawaiian shirts in sight, he closes the door behind him and walks to the bar gratefully. It's been one of those weeks. One of those months. When everyone in the crew's all ( Read more... )

((Alternate title: Oh God, please talk to me!))Gordon's in a chair, curled up in a way that's... rather adorable. Mostly, it's just girls who curl up in chairs like that, but Gordon's not insecure about his masculinity. He is scribbling in a notebook absently, pausing from time to time to stare up at the ceiling blankly. Behold the writer at work ( Read more... )

Here, Inn.

Have a Kaylee.