Life Onboard Serenity: Londinium or Laudanum?

POSTED BY: SameErtia
UPDATED: Tuesday, July 4, 2006 17:03
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DRPAIN

Friday, June 30, 2006 3:50 AM

*Pain sits in the pilot's seat, starts the disengage sequence, turns his head and says*

What wacky story was he talkin' about now?

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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?

EXPERIMENT62

Friday, June 30, 2006 6:41 AM

back for one or two posts till school starts
62 finally wakes up in a trash can

"uurrrrgh" moans 62 and tries to stand up, but not having any hand or legs he flops back down.

*he is able to crawl on his tiny nubs out of the full bin, and back into the cargo hold.*

* he drags himself back to place called the
infirmaty. he saw lots of medicine things there...*

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RAGLESCHFLUGLE!!

DRPAIN

Friday, June 30, 2006 7:04 AM

Onboard Shuttle #2

*Pain says as Ertia finishes Wash's story*

That thing was a monkey? It looked like a giant hairball with a lizard tail.

*Ertia nods and says*

Yes it was hideous. Could you zip me up?

*Pain felt the shuttle leave the docking clamps, entered the coordinates to the restraunt's landing pad, set the controls on autopilot, and went to help Ertia with her dress. He said to her as he grasped the zipper*

You know I'd be more than happy to.

*He zipped up her dress and kissed her on the neck. Pain said to her as she sat down in the copilots seat*

Our dinner reservations are under the name of Donovan Richards. It was the name Inara made up for me.

*Ertia tilted her head slightly and said*

Is this Mr. Richards a client of hers?

*Pain shook his head and said as he disengaged the autopilot and took control of the shuttle*

Nope just a good old alias. You know you ain't the only one with arrest warrants.

*Before Ertia could reply Pain said*

Welcome to the Chez Londinium where the food is expensive and the waiters speak with an accent.

*Ertia said as Pain landed the shuttle in a vacant spot*

Really Pain they do?

*Pain shrugged and said as he opened the door and crooked his elbow*

I dunno I just said that to be funny. Now will the attractive lady please acompany me to the door?

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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?

SHIPSCAT

Friday, June 30, 2006 8:27 AM

Wow.. I go away for a couple of days and end up tranq'd! Hmmmm... Atleast I've still got Simon to look after me.

Simon sighs as he checks on the still-sleeping grey tabby. "Third in my class, you know." he tells the cat with an ironic smile. "And here I am playing vet to the vermin patrol on this go-se wreck." He sighs again, adding "Atleast you don't have fleas. And so far the worst thing you've done to anyone is scratch Jayne." He frowns thoughtfully as he looks at the cat. "Then again, I'm not sure that really counts as 'bad'."

"She only scratched because he kicked." River muses from the doorway. "Soft, so soft. Sleeping softly." She drifts in, and starts gently stroking the little cat's side. "Furtive, furry friend. Sleep well and dream of warm milk. And no squalling creatures shooting at you." She looks sideways at her brother, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Little kitten likes to sleep on your bed."

Simon sighs again, giving his sister a long-suffering look. "I know. Where else would the grey cat hair come from? The hair fairy?"

River giggles, and returns her attention to the sleeping cat. "You should sleep on his pillow." River tells the cat in a conspiratory whisper. "His bed is lumpy."

Behind her Simon snorts in mock-annoyance.

13

Friday, June 30, 2006 2:48 PM

(I've always been one for havoc, Ertia. Do it!)

Meanwhile, In the City...

"I'm here in downtown Londinium (or Laudanum?) where a startling show of rebellion has seemingly erupted from nowhere." The reporter walks towards a grey-uniformed officer, twisting the mike to his face. "Officer...Wilkins was present at the scene. Could you tell us what took place at this horrible scene of destruction?"

She gestures to the left, where the street is burned black and the concrete shattered, almost torn apart by some powerful force.

"We had a report of a domestic disturbance roughly three hours ago, and had to track the man until we had the best opportunity to detain him. We found him here, angry and possibly inebriated, and Officer Smyth was forced to administer a repressive shock."

"Where is Officer Smyth, Officer Wilkins?"

"There." The reporter's face turned green. "And there. Some of him's over there, too."

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'I don't know. He seems kind of peculiar.'

'Maybe he's Canadian!'

EXPERIMENT62

Friday, June 30, 2006 3:35 PM

back from school and ready to write! by the ay i am not a furball with a lizard tail attached! just to get that down

62 finally, after a long time made it to the infirmaty. panting and wheezing*

"why my hands?" wonders 62 just as he passes out on the disinfected floor

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RAGLESCHFLUGLE!!

SAMEERTIA

Friday, June 30, 2006 3:37 PM

Welcome home, Shipscat! Lovely post! Heh...Cat hairs on Simon's bed. I bet that just drives our tidy medic crazy.
13... Alliance officer bits??? Ewwww??

Ertia feels something inside her relax as they leave the shuttle. The familiar sights and smells of real civilisation surround her and she takes a deep breath of the sterile feeling air. Not quite like home, but close enough.

She puts her arm through Pain's, smiling as she catches a glimpse of their reflection in high wide security windows. They look handsome together; Pain's suit fit him immaculately, the blue-black color setting off his eyes.
Her own dress, the shiny black satin with it's dashed front that exposed a daring amount of cleavage and flooding skirt that swirled around her knees, enhaned all of her curves in just the right places.

For a moment, she wished she'd done something with her hair, instead of it's usual loose fall down to her shoulders. Yah. Like she'd had time for that, what with being drugged... how exactly had that happened?

"Donovan Richards? Party of two?" The waiter, an older gentleman with a stiff bearing, pauses as he looks them up and down. Then he breaks into a wide smile, "Your table is right this way."

"Apparently, we look like money." Ertia whispers to Pain and squeezes his arm.

Just then, sirens wail outside, and all heads turn, looking out. Ertia and Pain both tense, Pain's hand going under his jacket for his gun. But the sirens pass by and the waiter shrugs, "There is some kind of disturbance downtown" The word comes out in as much a sneer as the upper crust gentleman can manage, "The authorities will sort it out. Would you care for drinks to begin the evening?"

13

Friday, June 30, 2006 3:59 PM

As the sirens draw closer, wailing eagles attempting to snatch a mouse, 13 struggles to form a plan of escape.

As a railway-hovertaxi flits past, 13 leaps onto it, hands struggling to take a hold. Three squadcars close in behind him, words blaring from their coms.

"Yeah, yeah, light pollution. Doan catcha dis here boy, Ossifer! My'an mawma beat may plum to DAY-UTH ya do!"

"Sir, please vacate yourself from atop that mode of transport, or we'll be forced to fire!"

"Alright, you want me to vacate?" Defying all laws of gravity and physics, 13 jumps to the left, slamming onto the roof of a squadcar.

"Sir, a three-meter distance of a PF squadcar is strictly proh-"

13's fist crashes through the roof, grasping the officer by his hat. Twisting the man's neck, 13 lets out a grunt as it snaps. Jumping away just as the car veers into oblivion, 13 neatly slips away into the city.

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'It's Braedan. With an A.'

DRPAIN

Friday, June 30, 2006 4:00 PM

*Pain responded to the waiter's question*

I'll take a gin and tonic and bring the lady whatever she wants.

*The waiter replied*

Very well sir. What will the young Miss be having?

*As Ertia thought of something to drink, Pain took a moment to glance around the vast dining area, taking into account the location of the security cameras.*

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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?

SAMEERTIA

Friday, June 30, 2006 4:25 PM

"Chardonnay, please, a Chateaux DeVeroux if you have it." Ertia raises her eyebrows slightly, as if daring the waiter to say they don't.

"Chateaux DeVeroux. We have both the '68 and '71 vintages in stock."

"Hmmmmm...no '70? The weather conditions were ideal that year." Ertia ponders for a moment, and then says, "The '71, then, will be ideal."

As the waiter walks away, Pain gives her a "How the hell you know that?" look.

"My dear friend Dr. Chee is a wine connoisseur. I do hope she's all right. Last I heard she was on the Rim doing medical research in the colonies."

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