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[walk_ins]

Tang's saloon in the town of Cluny on the colony world of Taschen is not much like Milliways, but it's bound to be a familiar sort of place to gunslingers and the crew of Serenity alike. Taschen is a farming world--dirt-farming, by and large--and the clientele of Tang's are mostly thirsty farmers and bone-weary ranchers looking for cheap synthetic

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[simon_doctor]

Simon throws an irritated look at Jayne. It's become familiar, that irritation. It's like an old friend by now.

"That's probably the best idea," he says, glancing at Roland to be sure they're in agreement.

[a_gunslinger]

To the man: "You think rightly." Casually. "Lead on, then, if you would."

Roland hasn't missed the tunes playing on the piano. 'Hey Jude'.

'Careless Love'.

And why would those songs be playing in a tonk five hundred years or so away from Eddie's where and when? Why, if this isn't the Tet Corporation?

[walk_ins]

He leads them out of the bar, down the high street (the only street) to a rusty air strip just outside town, where heavy equipment is flown in from time to time. The span from time to time is very long; this is a poor settlement on a poor world

[simon_doctor]

Simon's gaze has gone to the signet ring, but it's too far away for him to make out the device.

There's no point in avoiding real names. The letter was addressed to Mal Reynolds, which means these people (Tet or no) already know who they are.

He shifts uncomfortably, glances around, and begins the introductions.

"Captain Malcolm Reynolds." A gesture to him, and to the others in turn. "Zoe Warren. Jayne Cobb."

A pause. "Susannah Dean." A slightly longer pause. "Roland Deschain."

[walk_ins]

At the last, Red gapes openly; the dark-haired woman's eyebrows jump about a foot. Only their leader remains calm, his eyeglasses flashing.

"As you say."