"It's a very nice tree. Though you're right; it's a very shoddy sort of abduction, on the whole."
The image that appears in the communications device is of a young woman in glasses, dressed somewhat (but not exactly) like a Renaissance-era Italian fighter. Her voice is clear, though the accent is impossible to place.
"I'm afraid the people responsible, while they may be listening, are unlikely to respond."
He eyes the woman warily, wondering if she's trying to give him some code phrase. She's attractive and the glasses are a nice touch. Doesn't trust her worth a damn, of course.
"What's with the fancy dress costume? That supposed to disarm me? Listen, sister, you're pretty and all, but I'm not buying the 'I was abducted too!' act. So, save your breath and just let me out of here, will ya?"
"I don't blame you for not believing me, but if you'd like to explore for yourself, the door should open when you pick up the device we're using to speak. The prison is a rather large one."
He thinks about it for a moment, but something stops him from just blindly doing what she says. Is it some kind of trap? A ploy to make him think he's getting free when really he's just as imprisoned as ever?
Casey hears the exclamation, but there's no visual to go with it. He frowns and then speaks into the device.
"Name's Casey. John Casey. But I'm guessing you already know that and are just yanking my chain. Don't know any Angel or Senior Partners, but if they're responsible, they're gonna pay, that I can promise you. You chose a voice-only option, afraid I might recognize you?"
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"Very funny. Like you don't know who I am. Unless they made like our fearless leader and wiped your memory. Huh. OK, I'll switch to visual, but don't say I didn't warn you. Some people find me a little, uh, startling at first."
The visual comes on, revealing a green man with red eyes and horns, wearing a searingly fuchsia blazer with a lime-pinstriped shirt underneath. He's sitting at a bar backlit with pink lamps. Lorne stops and waits for the man's reaction. He sure doesn't seem like Hamilton; he'll have to get the guy to sing to get a good read.
Casey's not prepared for what he sees. He blinks and recoils back a little.
"What is this, some kind of joke? You're green. You look like an overgrown pickle mascot. Okay, what are you? Some kinda circus freak? I hate them commie arty types."
The threatening presence fits. Gratuitous threats and an imposing posture covered in more muscle than a body needs, that's all very Cobb. It fits with his face, even though it looks like he's also shaved and showered sometime recently.
The fact that he's not cursing, spitting, grabbing his crotch, wondering where the whores are, or immediately offering to sell their captors his captain for a ride out is not.
When the visual clicks on, River is still trying to decide between being confused and being angry. What she can settle on in the interim is very, very annoyed. The hamsters will take away her brother and then give her a polished up Jayne?
Casey finds himself looking at a slip of a girl. Can't be more than twenty. She's looking at him like she recognizes him which is pretty damned strange since he's never seen her before in his life.
"Singing to the choir here. So how do you fit in with all of this? You one of my jailers too?"
She fixes him with a Look for the jailer question. It was bad enough when the Doctor thought she was a robot, and besides. He should know better already that River isn't the one who does the jailing. "The physiology is different." It's not clear whether she's talking about their jailers or him, or if there's even a difference.
"Your choir isn't here. The smell would be upsetting."
Another voice transmission. It reinforces his impression that they're afraid he's gonna spot someone he knows. Maybe it's an inside job. Then again maybe he played someone called Hamilton in the past and burned a few bridges. It's possible, but he's not an idiot, he remembers his past cover personas and keeps them separate. As a good spy should.
"Okay, sure. I've probably pissed off plenty of people to warrant some kinda payback. But, I don't remember your voice and I sure as hell don't remember calling myself Hamilton."
[ last time she saw that face, dawn was informing jayne about the secret whore cabal. this, however, is very clearly not jayne. so instead of trolling right away, helpful hints on how to survive in taxon are the order of the day. ]
Do you practice the creepy thing? Because it's paying off. [ ...okay maybe a little trolling. ] I don't think the hamsters care, though, so it's kind of wasted. Welcome to Taxon.
He quips sarcastically, trying to figure out how this new gal fits into his abduction scenario.
"Gotta say that the 'aliens are behind it but they're hamsters' excuse isn't working for me. I'm no moron, I've had clearance which includes the incidents at Roswell, but this...this takes the cake when it comes to credibility."
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The image that appears in the communications device is of a young woman in glasses, dressed somewhat (but not exactly) like a Renaissance-era Italian fighter. Her voice is clear, though the accent is impossible to place.
"I'm afraid the people responsible, while they may be listening, are unlikely to respond."
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He eyes the woman warily, wondering if she's trying to give him some code phrase. She's attractive and the glasses are a nice touch. Doesn't trust her worth a damn, of course.
"What's with the fancy dress costume? That supposed to disarm me? Listen, sister, you're pretty and all, but I'm not buying the 'I was abducted too!' act. So, save your breath and just let me out of here, will ya?"
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"I don't blame you for not believing me, but if you'd like to explore for yourself, the door should open when you pick up the device we're using to speak. The prison is a rather large one."
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"Why are you helping me? What's in it for you?"
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Who sent you flying over the cuckoo's nest, Angel or the Senior Partners?
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"Name's Casey. John Casey. But I'm guessing you already know that and are just yanking my chain. Don't know any Angel or Senior Partners, but if they're responsible, they're gonna pay, that I can promise you. You chose a voice-only option, afraid I might recognize you?"
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The visual comes on, revealing a green man with red eyes and horns, wearing a searingly fuchsia blazer with a lime-pinstriped shirt underneath. He's sitting at a bar backlit with pink lamps. Lorne stops and waits for the man's reaction. He sure doesn't seem like Hamilton; he'll have to get the guy to sing to get a good read.
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"What is this, some kind of joke? You're green. You look like an overgrown pickle mascot. Okay, what are you? Some kinda circus freak? I hate them commie arty types."
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The fact that he's not cursing, spitting, grabbing his crotch, wondering where the whores are, or immediately offering to sell their captors his captain for a ride out is not.
When the visual clicks on, River is still trying to decide between being confused and being angry. What she can settle on in the interim is very, very annoyed. The hamsters will take away her brother and then give her a polished up Jayne?
"It's not fair."
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"Singing to the choir here. So how do you fit in with all of this? You one of my jailers too?"
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"Your choir isn't here. The smell would be upsetting."
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"Okay...Yeah. I'm all alone. But that isn't something new. What the hell are you talking about?"
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[ her voice is strained, quiet, and filled with unmistakable fury. ]
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Another voice transmission. It reinforces his impression that they're afraid he's gonna spot someone he knows. Maybe it's an inside job. Then again maybe he played someone called Hamilton in the past and burned a few bridges. It's possible, but he's not an idiot, he remembers his past cover personas and keeps them separate. As a good spy should.
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[ she had been shamed. severely so. robbed of the opportunity to return hit for hit.
perhaps, here, she could get her revenge. ]
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[ last time she saw that face, dawn was informing jayne about the secret whore cabal. this, however, is very clearly not jayne. so instead of trolling right away, helpful hints on how to survive in taxon are the order of the day. ]
Do you practice the creepy thing? Because it's paying off. [ ...okay maybe a little trolling. ] I don't think the hamsters care, though, so it's kind of wasted. Welcome to Taxon.
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"Don't know what you mean. Creepy? Like how?" Then he gives her a double take. "Hamsters? Are you high?"
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[ dawn just laughs. ]
Not even a little. We used to think they were aliens, but then the hamsters came out to yell at us. Trust me, it's less crazy than it sounds.
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He quips sarcastically, trying to figure out how this new gal fits into his abduction scenario.
"Gotta say that the 'aliens are behind it but they're hamsters' excuse isn't working for me. I'm no moron, I've had clearance which includes the incidents at Roswell, but this...this takes the cake when it comes to credibility."
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