Totally OT!: The Lovin' Y
POSTED BY: Sarahetc
UPDATED: Saturday, March 8, 2003 19:45
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Originally posted by Wulfhawk:
She stands at a cusp, knowing a decision will have to be made. Her smile tells us which way her heart wants to go...
In the words of (everybody now) Wash, "Yeah, but can't."
Sarah
I'm a dying breed who still believes, haunted by American dreams. ---Neko Case
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Sarah:
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(and LA, this is the one I don't want to bother you with).
I understand. I see this too, unfortunately, the whole Monsters, Inc. outtakes scene strikes me as a little more realistic, but this is your epiphany, so go right ahead.
Girl, we are lovin' ya right back. The funny part of this whole thing is that while you think there is no room for you in this particular 'verse, you are all around us. You are like the little man behind the curtain in Oz, but so much more than that. If you were to be a character, you would be Serenity, this presence so big that it can't be encompassed as easily as someone like me (even if I AM an all knowing, never seen Angel-type
) You keep us together, and you take us where we need to go. You take us to these places that we wish we could get to on our own, and you keep us together as a family.
*Sniff, sniff* Girl, I am only echoing what everyone else is saying: I look forward to what you give us, and it is a great gift indeed!
THREE CHEERS FOR SARAH!!!!!!
Edited to say: MY off topic blurb:
I work for a company made up of mostly asian people. I was taking the lunch order today and said," Anybody got a hankerin' for sometin'?" And got a room of blank stares! I had to apologize and ask if anybody wanted something in particular for lunch! Sometimes I forget that these people don't understand all of the normal slang that goes on, let alone the old western slang that I've started using more!
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Lost Angel
WASH: Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction.
ZOE: We live in a space ship, dear.
WASH: So?
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Originally posted by lostangel:
*Sniff, sniff* Girl, I am only echoing what everyone else is saying: I look forward to what you give us, and it is a great gift indeed!
THREE CHEERS FOR SARAH!!!!!!
Is it money? Cuz, I would like it if it was money. (j/k)
Oh, and HIP HIP....hmm....see, this is why I'm on the ten year college plan...
Johnny H.-
"Which one you figured tracked us?"
"The ugly one, sir."
"Could you be a little more specific?"
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Let me finish for you JusticMcnasty...Hooray! Go Sarah, Go Sarah! Whoop, whoop, whoop. ( Okay, yeah I can’t do that and look cool like some people but you get the idea.)
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Jayne: Hey, I didn't fight in no war. Best of luck, though.
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Whoo! *sings*
The Browncoats go marching one by one
Hurrah, hurrah
The Browncoats go marching one by one
Hurrah, Hurrah
The Browncoats go marching one by one
It seems our work is never done
And we all go marching down
Into the streets
To hold our ground
*Mongoose accompanies the singing with squeeks*
The Browncoats go marching two by two
Hurrah, hurrah
The Browncoats go marching two by two
Hurrah, Hurrah
The Browncoats go marching two by two
To do whatever we have to do
And we all go marching down
Into the streets
To hold our ground
*gestures to others* Take it away! AND!
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The quiet clatter of boots on pavement, the muted jingle of spurs and gun-belts fill the now empty streets. Browncoats appear out of alleys and darkened nooks, joining the throng. A quiet voice, a velvet, husky, woman's voice, begins to chant.
"Sar - ah"
Boots strike the pavement, left, right.
"Sar -ah"
Other voices take up the chant, more boots find the rythm. Left, right.
"SAR - AH"
Soon, the chant is echoing through the streets, spreading panic and fear...except for one.
"SAR - AH!" Left, right. "SAR - AH!"
She stands at a cusp, knowing a decision will have to be made. Her smile tells us which way her heart wants to go...
The city itself seems to weep in fear. A light, misting rain haloes the streetlamps, paints the streets with silver. Bootheels thunder in rhythm to the cadence:
"SAR - AH!"
Left, right.
"SAR - AH!"
Left, right.
A trail of dead attackers and insulters litter the path of the browncoats. Other folks are beginning to line the streets now, though. The curious, the lost, the seekers, hearing something echo in their souls with the cadence:
"SAR - AH!"
Left, right.
"SAR - AH!"
Left, right.
It's not far to their destination, and the browncoats know, can feel it. Somehow, the volume grows. Windows rattle, dogs howl, and some folks cover their ears...but stand and watch the sight. Freedom incarnate, the browncoats march.
Ahead, obscured by mist, a figure stands in the middle of the street. The chant wavers, loses itself in the rain. Fingers slip hammer loops, and unsnap holster flaps. Wide hat, dark clothes beneath a long duster, the man waits patiently in their path. Someone in the front catches the glitter of brass on the man's chest.
"I'll be damned, it's Haken," blurts out Succatash.
Maniac throws up his arm, fist clenched. The browncoats behind him slow and stop, spreading from curb to curb to see what has delayed them.
"Go on," says Maniac, "we'll wait here."
With a nod, Succatash tramps forward. By reflex, he pulls out his pack, and shakes a cigarette from it. Before he can light it, it is soaked. With a rueful chuckle, he drops the useless smoke and repockets the pack. Another few steps, and the two men face each other. The badge on Haken's chest glitters in the failing light. The browncoats behind Succatash are silent, watching, listening.
"Every breath," mutters Haken, and puts out his hand.
"Hallelueh," breathes Succatash, and warmly shakes hands. "What...?"
Haken raises his finger in a gesture for silence. Succatash nods. Up the street behind Haken another form seems barely visible: a dark horse with a pale, cloaked rider. Succatash squints, wondering if it might be...
His wondering is interrupted by Haken's cellphone ringing. Haken holds it out to Succatash as it rings again. Taking it, Succatash waits for the third ring.
"Ni hao."
"Ni hao, browncoat. Succatash, she ain't ready."
"But..."
"I'm sorry, but that's how it stands. She just ain't ready."
"Well hell. Any idea when she might be ready?"
"Even I don't know that one," she says, and laughs. "There will be signs and portents; we'll know when the time is right for her. Meanwhile, keep flying."
"Xie xie," he says, and hands the phone back to Haken. The two men shake hands again, dark lawman and worn browncoat. Succatash looks up the street, trying to make out the figure on horseback. The pale figure raises an arm in salute, then wheels her mount and rides away, cloak spreading behind like ... wings.
Maniac eyes the returning Succatash, questioning with a raised eyebrow. Succatash shrugs and waves his hand for attention.
"Browncoats, lissen up. What we done tonite we done good, but now it's over...for now. Angel says Sarah ain't ready yet, so we'll hafta carry on like we have 'til she is." Murmers of protest and chinese curses come and go. "Now, ya'll know we can't be out on these streets too much after dark, so let's get back to our business."
The voice that started the chant speaks out again.
"Then, a cheer before we go! For Sarah!"
The
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*Sniffle, sniffle*
This just warms my cockles! (didn't know I had 'em until now, but still...)
Damn, this feels good. To be a part of something so special, (not to mention WAAAAAAY far left of center 
) it's like I've finally come home.
Keep Flyin'
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Lost Angel
WASH: Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction.
ZOE: We live in a space ship, dear.
WASH: So?
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*Joins Melee slightly off key* 
The browncoats go marching three by three,
hurrah, hurrah
The browncoats go marching three by three,
hurrah, hurrah
The browncoats go marching three by three,
People from across each and every sea,
And we all go marching down into the streets
To hold our ground.
*Holds throbbing ear while singing louder*
The browncoats go marching four by four,
hurrah, hurrah
The browncoats go marching four by four,
hurrah, hurrah
The browncoats go marching four by four,
To preserve the knowledge of Firefly lore,
And we all go marching down into the streets
To hold our ground.
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Jayne: Hey, I didn't fight in no war. Best of luck, though.
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"we'll hafta carry on like we have 'til she is" --Wulf.
Maniac turns to Succatash with his head slightly hung, "I am patient as the leaves on the trees waiting to fall," he whispers. "But we cannot wait with the parliament-like silence of the trees," Succatash responds. "Vigilance! The war will continue, and we will win."
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Quote:
Originally posted by lostangel:
*Sniffle, sniffle*
This just warms my cockles! (didn't know I had 'em until now, but still...)
Damn, this feels good. To be a part of something so special, (not to mention WAAAAAAY far left of center
Keep Flyin'
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Lost Angel
WASH: Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction.
ZOE: We live in a space ship, dear.
WASH: So?
I am laughing so hard at your cockles statement. What are cockles anyway? I seem to have a piece of a song about cockles in my head...goes something like "cockles and mussels alive alive-o" ha ha ha. don't laugh too hard at my spelling.
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