Spaceball.

[badinlatin]

It takes Mal a minute or two to winch up the rim on a chain in the center of the cargo bay.

It takes Mal even longer to arrange a carefully-placed stepladder of boxes along one side of the playing field.

The arena has been set.

Walking over to the shipboard comm, Mal calls:

"This is the captain. I need all personnel in the cargo bay."

Mal stands in the center of the field of battle and waits. Grinning.

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[flybywash]

Cue the ridiculously hopeful look. "You could catch me. If you, you know. Played."

He kicks his left heel against the crate, expectant.

[righthandwoman.livejournal.com]

Zoe snorts. "Ain't sure that would be such a good idea, dear." Delicate condition and all.

"But I s'pose I could still keep an eye on you."

[flybywash]

Victory!

"Exactly! You know you can't leave me alone for a second on this ship. Bad things start happening and nobody wants that."

He beckons her down again.