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WOMEN: Luka DeVorres – as a young girl Luka was a runner in the war and, as such, a veteran of the bloody Merrion Trenches. In her Vole class ship, Luka aids Simon and River in their flight. Known to Mr Universe, his moon still has her belongings on it. The Captain of the firefly Solace – veteran of the war, fought for the Independents. Lucill Drayton - Head of a large 'family' in the town of Candle. Shawn/Paige - mechanic for The Justice, misused cruelly by its crew. Lenore – Mr Universe’s LoveBot ™ proved to be more central to the running of the lunar base than might’ve been expected. The Bot is now with Inara’s trainees. Magdelena – the one-eyed, knife-wielding, urchin lovin’ mama on Selini station and some time partner of Jayne. Saffron. Her relationship with Serenity is more overtly complex now – but she is still Yo/Saff/Bridge… and anyone who doubts it is like to wind up on the floor. Dorothy Stenner - wife of Renway Stenner. Erren, Amora, Kaytee-Li – 3 women from the Trailer Park where the only rule on sexual work is ‘No Children’, a rule that has been upheld very strictly down the years… Annabelle James – ex working girl from the Trailer Park now on Regis. Ma Cobb – the fierce but elderly mother of Jayne and still on the grift. Radha Brook Works for the Guild Inquiry Agency on Sihnon, finds herself working the same case as Phil Yip. Radha doesn't like unfinished business or unresolved cases. Akiko Jones A sometime 'journalist' and possible GIA Agent. Constance Jong House Priestess of the Sihnon Guild Temple. She takes her responsibilities very seriously... and worries about the issues facing the guild post-BDM. Gloriana Khan The High Priestess of the Sihnon Companions' Temple. Head of the Guild in many respects. Described as 'gifted'. CHILDREN: Ryadni – a young companion in training, her life is testament to the Sihnon teaching that “Everything of value can be exchanged – and every exchange can have value’. The Boy (1) – also a Word player. The Boy (2) ‘Medium’ – worked for Ma Cobb and now claimed by Annabelle James as her own. The Reaver Boy – now in the custody of the Underground movement. Young Luka De Vorres – seen in action as a runner during the war. Young Simon Tam – shown to have a hobby as a Magician, performs (with River) before his family Street Children of seleni Sttion – a rude gang of urchins looked after by the fierce woman Magdelena.

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sometimes we dance. She dances. i dance with her. i dance because of her. She is teaching me to dance. To move. She is movement. Grace. i am holding her grace. As we dance – inside the music. Yes, there is music. i can hear. The sound is like the wind upon the water. Singing. i hear her singing. And i hold the words heart tight within me. ..... Telefonix: connect call. Intercode. 5581. partial security. Transcr 12454#8 Ext 3 - I hear the indies got a champion now? D’you hear that too? Frickin – can you believe – a champion now? - A champion? Maybe... but have they got themselves a player? [end of Ext] ..... Words On A Wing part two: “Remember when we used to just shoot stuff?” The big man’s question hung in the air. Hearing it, the shepherd closed his eyes for a moment before answering. “Jayne? Are you talking to me or the gun?” words on a wing ...

STINKINGROSE

My sister and her hubs are back from Tokyo!! We're having a pleasant time visiting. Son likes their two dogs very much. They're taking a leisurely trip back to DC, where they'll live for a year before moving to Turkey for three years. Why is there no pout emoticon..? We made pizza tonight. I did one with cauliflower, tomatoes, and curry powder. Not bad! It would have been wonderful with some potato and spinach on it. Son just got back from a baseball game with grandpa. There were fireworks! We're taking him to a karate lesson tomorrow to see how he likes it. I have been proclaimed the dirt diva at his school. I find myself put in charge of getting lots of dirt put into ruts in the lawn at the new space to make it safe for kids to run around on. Any leftover dirt stays in a big pile for the kids to play in!

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[i] Had me a table, had me a chair Saw me a devil sitting over there Got me a lantern, got me gone Gonna look for a good home Just a little further along... Just a little further along... Got me the straight road, got me the bend Got more money than I can spend Silver of the starlight, Gold of the sun Gonna take my riches to the counting house Just a little further along... Just a little further along... [/i] [u]Game Play: (seven letters each)[/u] [b]X A N I T W O B Y N J T W O G L O V S E S O F B L U U E [/b] comin soon...

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[i] Had me a table, had me a chair Saw me a devil sitting over there Got me a lantern, got me gone Gonna look for a good home Just a little further along... Just a little further along... Got me the straight road, got me the bend Got more money than I can spend Silver of the starlight, Gold of the sun Gonna take my riches to the counting house Just a little further along... Just a little further along... [/i] [u]Game Play: (seven letters each)[/u] [b]X A N I T W O B Y N J T W O G L O V S E S O F B L U U E [/b] [u]Words On A Wing. Part Three:[/u] When you are hugged by Malcolm Reynolds you really feel it. These were the times, the clashing of plates, the scrape of cutlery, the banging of cups, the sudden bursts of laughter – the hugging – that Kaylee sometimes hoped would never end. As the captain gently disengaged himself and sat down, Kaylee studied the two new additions to Serenity’s family; the Boy – quiet in his oddly formal suit, muttering in chinese as he reached for all the food he could grab – and the Girl, Ryadni, smiling shyly from under her curls. Her bracelets and rings made no sound, even as she demonstrated something by stretching and rolling her arms. How’d she do that? Kaylee wondered. “Dancing. My lady is teaching me to dance” Simon and Wash hanging on her every word. Kaylee concentrated on eating for a moment then looked up as she heard the girl say - “So I am here. It’s a test. My first time... away from home. With strangers”. There was chorus of sympathetic murmers from around the table. Ryadni gestured to her side. To the boy. Her words sounded well remembered – a lesson learnt perhaps from an early age. “Can I be a fitting companion to him? “’Fitting?” Jayne’s voice was amused. “Now what does that mean” “And provide for his needs – provide distraction – in a pleasing manner.” Jayne leered openly. “Well now, there’s only one distraction all men find pleasing – you old enough for that yet?” He chuckled – then stopped. “Seems to me I minded you about your manners at table once before.” Mal’s voice was quiet. Quiet enough to cut off the sounds from the table completely. ............................. words on a wing

BORNTOFLY

Well, haven't things been interesting lately. Let's start at the beginning... Semester 2 of Uni has begun. And it is WAY better than semester 1! For starters, I got every single course I wanted. Film? Check. Pop Culture? Check. Ancient History? Check. Creative Writing? Check. Things are never this good. Something is afoot. I'm thinking something evil. And this time, I'm actually learning something! Especially when it comes to film. Last Semester...nothing was learnt (especially Film 101) and it was boring as shite. What I'm doing now is Contemporary World Cinema, and it's frickin' fanstastic. Ancient History...well, I'm doing that course for no other reason than it fit snug in my timetable, but I hold no grudge against it. Even if it does bore me to tears. Pop Culture...sounds like the biggest bludge on the planet. It's really not, which is a good thing. The whole class is pretty much about Australia as a zeitgesit to itself and the outside world, from Lawson's short stories to Mad Max 2. yes, I get to watch Mad Max 2 for homework. To everyone outside Australia, you'll want to be thinking of The Road Warrior. Creative Writing is simply awesome. And somewhat shocking. I actually met a bona fide Browncoat in that class. And by bona fide I mean a member of this very site! TheHeroofWilliamtown is actually a dead set champ. And consequently a [i]waaaaaay[/i] better writer when it comes to haiku than I am. And while I'm on the topic of writing, I suppose I should mention that I wrote a fanfic. I say [i]wrote[/i] because I'm no longer writing it. It took me a [b]long damn while[/b] to finish (and in secret no less. Quite a task to not spill the beans to you folk) and I put the finishing touches on the last chapter about 10 days ago. And here's where that evil afoot thing rears it's ugly head. Something terrible happened. It vanished. Gone. Dissappeared. Pulled a ninja on me. THIS is what happens when Vista decides to be unfriendly. Stupid new laptop. Cost me a fortune and it doesn't even work. My fic, that took me [b][i]11 long goddamn months[/b][/i] to finish, no longer exists. I have a prologue, chapter 1, and every subsequent chapter is an exact replica of chapter 2. I won't say how many chapters there were, but just know that it was 3 books long. And not short books. The Prologue alone is 11 pages long. And aren't prologues meant to be short? Kinda depressing, because even though I acted as my own beta, I was more harsh on myself than was probably fair, and I was damn proud of what I'd written. I'll admit I had some trouble with a few characters (Inara didn't appear until the 6th chapter of the first book, I was that afraid of writing her), but I loved the whole thing, and I as ready to share. I damn near cried, I tell ya. I'm drowning my sorrows the only way I know how....by co-writing, co-producing and directing (solo directing)a short film. My friend is in charge of music, as it's kinda his thing. And hopefully, we'll be eligible for entry in Tropfest (big short film festival). Should be arduous, mindbending fun. Now all I need is that $2600 camcorder my work just got in stock. Also, some parting advice: If you ever go to an Against Me! gig, and some douchebag kicks your very expensive glasses off your head while you're in the middle of a moshpit....leave them be. Because crawling around on your hand and knees in the middle of said moshpit [i]will[/i] get your head and hands stomped on. Repeatedly. Hence the scar above my left eyebrow. Got my glasses back though! Wouldn't have been able to driv home without 'em! So what have we learnt? 1.Karma sucks. 2.Microsoft is evil. No surprises there. 3.When in doubt, write a movie. 4.Browncoats are everywhere. 5.Moshpits give you scars. Something of a rollercoaster ride since my last blog (when was that? January?) then, eh? Stay shiny folks. I know I am.

ZOMBIASH

Everything is ready and set for my first visit to Dragoncon. I am so excited to attend finally! :biggrin: I am hoping I will have the guts to be able to even talk to Adam or Ron if they have an autograph session. I am very shy normally, and I hope this won't hinder me from having a good time. So, if anyone reads this and has advice on how to quell my fears, I will happily accept it! One of my favorite authors, Jack Ketchum, is a guest this year. I am pushing his work on everyone I meet. If you don't mind a bit of gore and disturbia, check out The Girl Next Door or Red. Both excellent novels. I am looking forward to meeting lots of Browncoats at the con. So, if you see a short blond girl with glasses and the nickname on her badge is ZombiAsh, feel free to say hi! :smile: