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It's been awhile since Mal's hung out in Kaylee's hammock in the engine room, but it's nice sometimes. Quiet, and out of the way of general traffic through the ship.

He dozed off while reading. The book looks about ready to slip out of his hand onto the floor.
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Mal is on the bridge. Captainly duties and all requiring it, of course. If by captainly duties you mean flipping on the boob tube Cortex and seeing what the somnambulant public was receiving today.

The plain-looking newscaster Serenity is picking up from god only knows which moon they're passing is relaying some drivel or other before Mal tunes in on the words political candidacy and press conference recorded live today.

Mal sure as ruttin' hell hopes they're not asleep at their chairs at the moment, because finally - finally - there is something on worth watching.

"Doc? Anybody?" Mal calls down the main corridor leading from the bridge. "Gabriel's about to start talkin' front of a lot o' folk, and he looks business."
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Mal had been fixing himself some black tea when Simon and Kaylee came up to him, having the distinct air of "We need to tell you something".

The timid smile on Kaylee's face calmed Mal, before a smirk of one crossed Simon's face as well.

Jubal's gone. River did it. Again.

Cough. "Good. One less thorn in our paw." A true grin, and Kaylee and Simon walk off again, probably to go tell someone else.

All alone in the kitchen, tea steeping, Mal lets out a loud "YES! TAKE THAT YOU HUN DAN!" while dancing in as masculine a manner as possible around the table.

He hopes River can hear him, if no one else.
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Mal and his small nondescript notebook are now positioned firmly at the head of the kitchen table, along with two pens - one calligraphy nibbed and one fancy 26-century ballpoint - as he gets himself a cup of tea, putting way too much sugar in it as usual.

He's too engrossed in his writing to hear anyone come in.
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Nervous. Wow, is Mal nervous. Pacing-type nervous. Twitchy nervous. Constantly-tugging-at-jacket nervous.

At least Kaylee's already in the anteroom, looking nervous too.

Ah, bridesmaid-bride bonding.
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Serenity has been away from Southdown for only a few days, and Mal has been more scarce than usual. Not even in Inara's shuttle, where he now sleeps almost every night except for when they're in the middle of a job, but working on...something, on his little desk in his matching little crew bunk.

Late in ship's afternoon, Mal looks to his latest project - two small pieces of notarized paper, obviously worn and showing multiple wax seals on the outside of the paper sheathes - with a final glance of satisfaction. Folding it in an altogether practiced motion, Mal smoothly climbs the ladder out of his bunk, starting to make his rounds through the ship, hoping to catch one or two people in particular.
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It's pretty easy to find Kaylee and Jayne New Year's morning, for Mal.

What's harder is to try and act nonchalant while walking into the spacious kitchen of Crowley's flat carrying multiple bags of presents.
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There's someone in the engine room.

It's not Kaylee. At the moment, anyway. At the moment there is a Mal on a box, just in front of Kaylee's hammock.

Engine rooms are a good place to think. Or sulk. Whichever suits.
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Mal's not exactly in Inara's shuttle so much as right in front of it, perched on the top of the nearest flight of stairs, small piece of paper in hand.

He may also be mumbling to himself as he stares at this piece of paper. Regardless, he's not paying too much attention to anything else.

Mal-Kaylee

Nov. 9th, 2005 09:18 pm
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Things always echo in the cargo bay. This is no different.

The bangthudbang you hear is one Spaceship Captain rearranging the crates in order to press them against the bulkheads; making more room in the center of the bay for their next job. Idle work, but good work.
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The sketchpad had pretty high quality paper in it.

This is why Mal is grimacing at the small pile of balled up pieces of it in a corner around his wastebasket.

If he's gonna make good on Kaylee's dare, he's gonna do it right, gorramit.

Picture finally done, Mal leaves his bunk and makes short work of the distance between there and Inara's shuttle. Walking in without knocking, he thrusts the piece of folded paper into Inara's confused hands without speaking.
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There's a three legged man walking toward the engine room.

Well, that's what it sounds like, but it's really a two-legged man with a metal-tipped cane rapping against the grating of the main corridor.

He's a friendly one though, so no worries there. He may have a little trepidation in his voice though, when he calls into the engine room to see if Kaylee's in there.

"How's things goin'?"

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Nobody has noticed yet, and Mal intends on keeping it that way. David was still there; for as much as he messed with Mal in life, he does all the more now.

David almost got him today, though.

Talking with Kaylee in the cargo bay, Mal saw the now-familiar image meandering around them both. Stopping behind Kaylee, David raised his hands and moved menacingly toward Kaylee's throat.

"Kay--" Mal had interrupted her more loudly than is ever required for polite conversation.

"Cap'n?" Kaylee returned worriedly, following his gaze back over her own shoulder.

David smiled and vanished.

"Nothin'," Mal covered weakly, mumbling something about her needing to double-check something for him.

Much later, back in his bunk, Mal finds David sitting on his bed, propping his feet on the back of Mal's chair.

Mal ignores the grin on David's face, inserting another soother into the pressure injector and rolling up his sleeve.

"Why do you go through all that?" David asks snidely.

With a hiss and the soother fully injected, Mal heaves a sigh as David disappears. "Because I have to."
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Mal has no more vials of Faith's potion from the Bar, not that Mal would take it anymore anyway. It's...been causing things. He never went down to ask Simon for one of those smoother things. Not entirely interested in staying in his bunk, so what's a captain to do?

Mal heads for the engine room and an empty hammock.

"If you're on your back, you're either dead or you're hidin' and I ain't got no use for either," Mal bellows to the cluster of witless privates in the next trench junction over from his position. Mal curses at them; they don't move. He can't get to them yet, so he checks his ammo. Rifle's good, his sidearm's fantastic. He hasn't made any up-close kills yet.

"Zoe? Where you at, gorramit?"


Mal shifts position in Kaylee's hammock.

badinlatin: (flashback)
Another dream. Another restless night. Another no-Inara night.

Another night in the kitchen, making coffee. He drinks more coffee than tea now.

badinlatin: (mal manip 2)
[ooc: Lilly returns from the Dreaming.]

The last couple of times Mal talked to his mechanic, they were not exactly happy times.

Mal will at least attempt to change this, as he heads to the engine room from his bunk, fresh from Milliways.

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Mal moves with purpose after waking from what will forever be the most real dream he has.

Someone on this ship was the subject of the close second, though, and that's who he needs to talk to. Maybe she'll be able to help.

badinlatin: (flashback)
"But I'll be here when you're done..."

The first conscious thought that occurs to Captain Reynolds is that he is very cold, and that this condition might be due to the fact he has no shirt on and is lying facedown on an examination table.

Gorramitwelosti'mattheAcademy

Mal quickly attempts getting up - too quickly - and immediately falls back down on the table, pain zipping through his right side.

Once it passes through Mal's head that he should look around this room he's in, he might see Simon's meticulously-ordered medical supplies throughout this sterile room.

And the person about to enter into it.

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