Extra Cargo -- Chapter 12: Children Underground
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
This is the first time I’ve used a little known movie as the chapter title, and my first venture out of pure fluff. But, once again I dreamed about it. Learned an important lesson; never watch depressing documentaries when you have PMS, had a fight with your husband, and drunk two glasses of wine. So this is again another story about grey goop. I found it haunting and felt that Caroline’s background in many ways mirrored that of the street children of Romania. I was sobbing by the end of <u>Children Underground</u>; but, then I do admit that when I’ve got PMS I’ll cry over a Hallmark advert.
Oh yeah, and this is probably about an R rating give or take a little. Drug use is an adult theme?
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 3650 RATING: 9.0 (PG13) SERIES: FIREFLY
I always think starting at the beginning is good, so if you haven't been keeping up with me: First off, shame on you! Second:
, , , , , , and _______________________________________________ Kaylee was lost in thought as she was doing breakfast duty. She was the only crew member on board with the patience to make it through breakfast with Caroline. Simon’s mustache, it made him look really different; but, that was the point, to look really different. A lip ferret is what Zoë called Wash’s when he’d had one. Inara had said that since it wasn’t growing in too quickly she’d fill it out a little today. Extensions, hair extensions, fancy that. A man getting hair extensions on his face -- that was funny. Breakfast was in the common room today, not the galley. Still had all of the holo-imager’s wiring diagrams spread over the table. The physical guts of the holo-imager were spread across the cargo bay. River and Caroline were kneeling at one of the small tables in the common room. Kaylee was sitting at the dining room table was reclining in a lounge chair, keeping one eye on her two charges and staring at wiring diagrams with the other. She and Wash had been poring over them for what seemed like days, and just looking at them made Kaylee’s eyes buggy. They were pretty sure they had it mostly figured out. “I ain’t eatin’ that!” “Caroline, that’s breakfast.” Kaylee rolled her eyes, reverie broken. “Everyone else is eatin’ it. Sides you don’t got much choice. What’s the Cap’n goi
Can't wait to see how the caper turns out.
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