((OOC: Jayne is from shortly after the episode Jaynestown. SO he's nothing like where the rest of them are from. XD Makes it even more confusing for him. Joy!))

Into the Inn walks a big guy with a gun.

...

"What the ruttin' hell's this?"

He lifts the gun up in front of him twists his head 'round to look behind.

No ship.

He looks forward.

No ship.

Back. ( Read more... )

So. The narration feels a bit guilty for not having posted certain people in for a while. So here's a post.

Kaylee has wandered in again, with a baby inna sling against her chest. She looks very cheerful about being here, and has thought up her usual treat of strawberries and cream to celebrate.

Florence is sitting at the bar, not even ( Read more... )

So. There are a few young ladies in the Inn, taking advantage of the Christmas spirit in various ways.

Ace is outside, bundled up and gleefully setting off a mixture of Inn-provided and home-made firecrackers and fireworks. The bangs, pops, whistles, and whooping can probably be heard quite clearly inside.

Rose had no idea it was Christmas in ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, there was an Inn. And in this Inn were many people, each controlled by the Powers that Be, sometimes referred to as the narration. One of the Powers that Be - the Power that Is, shall we say - controlled far too many people for her own good, and since she didn't want to clutter the Inn, shoved them all in at once. The Power that ( Read more... )

[[OOI: Sometimes, holidays are about loss.]]

Steve steps into the Inn. This is not an unheard-of occurrence, but generally he doesn't look quite so...

Hopeless.

No matter what's happened, Steve's never looked hopeless. He's never looked quite so despairing ( Read more... )

The door slams open and Mal stalks into the Inn, looking extremely unhappy. He also looks... dirty. And not in the way he usually does after just coming off a job or something, because that's usually of the blood and actual dirt variety.

No, instead, he appears to be smeared with engine grease. And as he steps inside, he glances around the room ( Read more... )

Kaylee isn't really feeling her best. She's feeling a little crampy and nauseous, but mostly just tired and so weak it's difficult to stand up ( Read more... )

The girl takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. The rain has stopped, now, and the air is cool, with the lovely scent of wet grass and a hint of lilacs from the garden (or, perhaps, from the perfume which she had lightly spritzed herself with that morning). Even with eyes closed, she imagines she can feel the moonlight, though she is sure the sun ( Read more... )

Kaylee's been out for a bit - just as well, considering the Nightmares, and they wouldn't have been too good for her ( Read more... )

When Joan fell asleep, she was in a hospital bed.

She definitely isn't anymore. She is, in fact, asleep on one of the couches in the lobby, curled up in a hospital blanket, and looking rather miserable, even in her sleep.

It's been a rough couple days for Joan, questioning how much of the past year has been real.