Malcolm Beauregard Reynolds (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
badinlatin) wrote2012-01-23 12:24 pm
badinlatin) wrote2012-01-23 12:24 pm
Adventures in Ambergeldar.
Mal finds himself actually...rather excited, for his field trip to Ambergeldar. It's been years since he has gallavanted off to another universe and he trusts Amy to keep him from making a fool of himself.
After leaving his gun with his mother in Milliways - something Sallie praised him for; "No need to bring guns into someone else's world" she noted - he follows Amy through her open door.
But somehow
"Amy?"
It's a lot darker here than Mal expected. The ceiling of the room is inches from the top of his head, and the only light in the room comes from deep wall sconces that make crevices in the space seem deeper than they probably are.
Looking behind - no door back.
Mal reaches out to run his fingertips along one wall, following the path until the wall ends and opens up and out into a wider space.
A bedroom. A big one, with - Mal counts quickly - seven beds.
"What the good gorram."
After leaving his gun with his mother in Milliways - something Sallie praised him for; "No need to bring guns into someone else's world" she noted - he follows Amy through her open door.
But somehow
they get separated.
"Amy?"
It's a lot darker here than Mal expected. The ceiling of the room is inches from the top of his head, and the only light in the room comes from deep wall sconces that make crevices in the space seem deeper than they probably are.
Looking behind - no door back.
Mal reaches out to run his fingertips along one wall, following the path until the wall ends and opens up and out into a wider space.
A bedroom. A big one, with - Mal counts quickly - seven beds.
"What the good gorram."