It was only a couple of days before the play. Jim was finally feeling the nervous tension start to build up, and he was practically glued to his copy of the play
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Tyra has been arguing with the clothes box for almost as long as she's been awake now. Now that the bruises are mostly gone done (the ones on the side of her neck are the most persistant, but they're also hidden by her hair), all the damn thing'll give her is swimsuits and itty bitty shorts. Still, Tyra's always been pretty good at making the best of a bad situation, so she's wearing red polka dots and blue denim and mis-matched sneakers, and one of Tim's awful shirts, buttoned up all wrong.
She walks into the rec-room and stops, dead, because there's a guy sitting on the sofa who looks like he's seen a ghost.
Jim had been too busy listening to the completely bizarre song that he didn't even realize anyone had wandered into the room until she actually spoke. He tore his gaze away from the jukebox and looked over at her when she did.
"Um," he began, the song rendering him nearly speechless. He cleared his throat after a moment of hesitation and shook his head. "No, no problem. Just...the island messing with me again, I think."
"Lucky isn't the exact word I'd use," he murmured, shooting the jukebox a look. The song was still playing, and the more he heard it, the more he realized that, yes, the song was about him and Pam.
He had no idea what to think about that.
"You'd think after over a year I'd get used to stuff like this. Still surprises me every time."
River hadn't been wanting to leave Serenity at all, but she was driven to make a quick trip to the compound because otherwise all she was doing was wondering who else might be gone, if the island had taken both Simon and Wash at the same time. She needed to know that the people she loved most were still there, so she was on the hunt for those on her very specific mental list.
Jim was right up there near the top, and she breathed a great sigh of relief to have found him so quickly. She dropped onto the sofa beside him, surprising him with a fierce hug.
Jim had been way too busy staring at the jukebox to notice River approaching. He let out a surprised sound when someone was suddenly clinging to him.
"What the - " he gasped, and it took a split second for him to realize who was hugging him. The song momentarily forgotten, his expression shifted to concern as he wrapped a comforting arm around River. "River? What's...what's wrong?"
"Simon and Wash. Both gone. But you're still here, so that's something. I had to come check." She held on to him tight still. Jim might not be from anything like the same place River was from, but she had known him for a long time and grown to love him just as much as anyone else she considered her family. He was always there when she really needed him, and as long as he was around she worried just a little bit less.
"Pam's okay, too?" she asked frowning because she didn't see her.
"Oh, River. I'm so sorry," he replied, frowning. Losing Simon twice had to be terrible. He nodded at the question, just letting her hug him as long as she needed. "Pam's fine. She's back in the room right now, taking a nap."
Pam paused just outside the doorway to the rec room. She peered in and spotted Jim sitting on the couch. She'd heard someone say her name, but he hadn't even looked up from his play. But, then she heard the jukebox playing in the background.
Jim's attention had fully been put on the jukebox as he listened to the words. There was no denying the song's lyrics were way too close to their relationship to think it was some kind of mistake.
He heard a familiar voice behind where he was sitting, so he glanced back and towards the door. Pam's expression said it all, and that was a relief, somewhat - it meant he wasn't looking too much into it if Pam was noticing something too.
He looked back at the jukebox. It was still playing the tune, and the tune still sounded an awful lot like it was about their relationship.
"I think it's a song about us," he said, sounding a little weirded out. "You don't really think anyone is insane enough to write a song about us, do you?"
Geoffrey is humming along with the song without the lyrics making any impression on him whatsoever. In fact, he's really not paying any attention to anything except the diagrams in front of him. That is, until he looks up and realises one of his leads is right there.
"Feeling just about ready?" he says, giving Jim a somewhat absent smile.
Jim was glad for the interruption. He turned from the jukebox when Geoffrey spoke, trying to tune out the song and get back to what he had been thinking about before - the play.
"Yeah, I think so," he replied, scratching the back of his neck. "Getting kind of nervous, though. What're you doing?"
Geoffrey shows him the diagrams in his hands, sketches of the staging during various scenes. "Just making sure all my ducks are in a row, so to speak," he says. "Hoping the dress rehearsal will run smoothly, or as smoothly as a dress rehearsal can run, anyway."
"Everything's come together pretty well," he offered as he took a look at the drawings. "I think we've all worked enough that things should go fine. That's what I'm hoping, anyway."
"Staring at it is not going to make it combust from the sheer force of the power of your mind, Jim." Veronica took a seat beside him, propping her legs up on the table. "Believe me, I've tried. Doesn't even start smoking."
Jim actually jumped at the voice. He went from glaring at the thing to silently pleading it to turn off. Of all people, he really didn't feel like having Veronica hear the song.
"Uh, I wasn't trying to do that," he lied, trying to act like the song meant nothing to him. Maybe she'd tune it out too. "I was just....thinking. That's all."
"Thinking it should combust?" Veronica cocked her head to the side, listening, but she saw nothing upsetting about Catherine Zeta Jones and bobbleheads. Alright, bobbleheads were a little disturbing, but that was beside the point. "Because I've heard it play worse."
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She walks into the rec-room and stops, dead, because there's a guy sitting on the sofa who looks like he's seen a ghost.
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"Um," he began, the song rendering him nearly speechless. He cleared his throat after a moment of hesitation and shook his head. "No, no problem. Just...the island messing with me again, I think."
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She grins, and flips her blond hair over her shoulder.
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He had no idea what to think about that.
"You'd think after over a year I'd get used to stuff like this. Still surprises me every time."
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Jim was right up there near the top, and she breathed a great sigh of relief to have found him so quickly. She dropped onto the sofa beside him, surprising him with a fierce hug.
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"What the - " he gasped, and it took a split second for him to realize who was hugging him. The song momentarily forgotten, his expression shifted to concern as he wrapped a comforting arm around River. "River? What's...what's wrong?"
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"Pam's okay, too?" she asked frowning because she didn't see her.
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"Oh." She blinked in surprise.
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He heard a familiar voice behind where he was sitting, so he glanced back and towards the door. Pam's expression said it all, and that was a relief, somewhat - it meant he wasn't looking too much into it if Pam was noticing something too.
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"I thought you said my name," she explained, gesturing to him. "But then I heard the jukebox and... Like.. what is that?"
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"I think it's a song about us," he said, sounding a little weirded out. "You don't really think anyone is insane enough to write a song about us, do you?"
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"Feeling just about ready?" he says, giving Jim a somewhat absent smile.
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"Yeah, I think so," he replied, scratching the back of his neck. "Getting kind of nervous, though. What're you doing?"
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"Uh, I wasn't trying to do that," he lied, trying to act like the song meant nothing to him. Maybe she'd tune it out too. "I was just....thinking. That's all."
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She was going to figure it out eventually, if how the song was going so far was any indication. He figured it'd be best to get it out and over with.
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