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Mal-Gabe, wave.
Oct. 19th, 2006 05:44 pmMal's always been a master of fidgeting. Sometimes he'd try to hide it by some benign chore or mostly-unnecessary supervision of some activity going on around the ship.
Not that much of that's happening lately, Mal replies in his own head.
After thumbing through a book from Earth-that-Was about Old London -- a gift from a long while ago -- Mal finds himself in front of his vidscreen and a number for a matching screen in a house in New Mayfair that Mal's never visited.
But some of his crew have.
The icon at the center of his screen says the call's connecting before Mal really has a plan as to what he's going to say.
Not that much of that's happening lately, Mal replies in his own head.
After thumbing through a book from Earth-that-Was about Old London -- a gift from a long while ago -- Mal finds himself in front of his vidscreen and a number for a matching screen in a house in New Mayfair that Mal's never visited.
But some of his crew have.
The icon at the center of his screen says the call's connecting before Mal really has a plan as to what he's going to say.
