[Location: Serenity Valley Memorial] If wishes were horses...

[browncoatdevil]

Everything about this was wrong. It couldn't be here. She didn't want it to. What she wanted was her ship, crew, and a way back to half preventing a revolution from taking place again. Not seeing the thing that had ended everybody's lives for better and worse. Quietly Gwen balled her hands into fists watching the people who hadn't even been in the

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[voice]

[skyfrome]

I have to say, it's a mite strange to hear somebody ask for both those groups in one sentence.

Re: [voice]

[browncoatdevil]

"Well," the sounds of someone moving on the other end of the tablet could be heard as gravel crunched under boots. "Considerin' what I'm lookin' at right now? I think it's kinda right t' be askin'."

[skyfrome]

[Mal is curious, though he can't resist his deadpan.]

A little elaboration would be much appreciated. Not that I don't love cryptic.

[Visual]

[browncoatdevil]

When the sudden view of the tablet moving comes into view, only the brief little shot of red hair can be seen before its held up to give the man on the other end a good view of the Serenity Valley Memorial.

Yep. That's right Mal. Serenity Valley. See why the woman on the other end is a little testy currently?

Her voice can be heard almost in a near growl. "Does that help, Captain?"

[voice]

[biverbam]

More'n you'd think.

[Nope, no clarification as to which group she means.]