Life Onboard Serenity: Londinium or Laudanum?

POSTED BY: SameErtia
UPDATED: Tuesday, July 4, 2006 17:03
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Saturday, July 1, 2006 11:26 PM

(I could cook something up iffa you want. Although, I'm warning you, it'll be a GIGANTIC fight if you want me to.)

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'It's Braedan. With an A.'

'Shiny moments aren't a destination any of us get to, and stay put forever. They're unknowable, brief flashes in time. That's what makes them shiny.' -GorramReevers

GUYWHOWANTSAFIREFLYOFHISOWN

Saturday, July 1, 2006 11:38 PM

let's take a vote. hands up for the cooking up of storys! *raises both hands*

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php
-try it out, I dare you

98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature

I'm so into Firefly, my butt glows in the dark.

DRPAIN

Sunday, July 2, 2006 12:01 AM

*Raises hands and feet*

*Ertia said as they got dressed*

I know we could go to the museum and look at all the artifacts from Earth-That-Was.

*Pain arched an eyebrow and gave her his 'Why?' look. She saw it and replied*

They have a weapons display babe. It'll be fun I promise.

*Ertia winked at Pain as she said the last part. Pain shrugged and said*

Alright then. It ain't no skin of my nose.

*Ertia kissed Pain on the cheek, took his hand and said*

Come on there's a shuttle leaving for the museum in fifteen minutes.

*Pain and Ertia stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind them. Pain made sure his gun was secure in his waistband as the two of them got onto the lift and headed for the lobby. They exited the lift and walked through the lobby, their hands around each others waist. They walked out onto to the landing pad stepped into the shuttle, Pain having to duck slightly as the got in. They took their seats, Ertia taking the window and Pain taking the aisle seat next to her. Pain felt Ertia's hand on his thigh as the shuttle lifted off. He turned, smiled at her and gave her a kiss. Pain said to her as the shuttle sped off towards the New London Museum of History*

I do believe I'm goin' to be enjoyin' this trip.

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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?

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Sunday, July 2, 2006 12:03 AM

(Not if I get one more vote! )

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'It's Braedan. With an A.'

'Shiny moments aren't a destination any of us get to, and stay put forever. They're unknowable, brief flashes in time. That's what makes them shiny.' -GorramReevers

GUYWHOWANTSAFIREFLYOFHISOWN

Sunday, July 2, 2006 12:08 AM

you can vote to, you know

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php
-try it out, I dare you

98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature

I'm so into Firefly, my butt glows in the dark.

RIVER26

Sunday, July 2, 2006 12:39 PM

my good brother wolf says he votes too but cnnot post at the moment being in the bath

BIGWOLF18

Sunday, July 2, 2006 12:41 PM

yea that right but im back know so go away sis.

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98% OF TEENS HAVE SMOKED POT, IF YOU ARE ONE ON THE 2% THAT HASENT, COPY THIS INTO YOUR SIGNATURE.

BIGWOLF18

Sunday, July 2, 2006 2:18 PM

80 something post.

*wolf and kaylee wandered round the city, looking for something to do. a man in expensive clothing cam up to him and said.*

man" sir thank goodness you finally came!."

wolf" er, do i know you?"

man" yes very good, great disguise, by the way, the ragged cloths and urchin girl looks very poor."

kaylee" urchin!"

wolf" um, i dont know who the hell you are but if you insult me or my friend here, i will have to hurt you."

man" but are you not the lord trunkton?"

wolf" uh, no sorry."

*wolf and kaylee walk away. the man joins his lackys.*

man" he is not the rebel lord."

lackey" but if he is not, then why does he look as if he has steped out of the lors mirror?"

man" i dont know, but the rebellion must not be hindered by further mistakes because of this man.
destroy him."

lacky2" i will inform the assasins guild."

man" very good."

im trying to spice things up a bit so im gona try to make this reletivly big, not orphan big, but a bit big. got any suggestions?

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98% OF TEENS HAVE SMOKED POT, IF YOU ARE ONE ON THE 2% THAT HASENT, COPY THIS INTO YOUR SIGNATURE.

DRPAIN

Sunday, July 2, 2006 5:38 PM

Sorry I don't have any suggestions at the moment but I'm sure it'll be good.

Meanwhile in the New London Museum of History

*Ertia said to Pain as they passed some paintings*

Oh look that's the Mona Lisa.

*Pain raised an eyebrow and said*

The Mona who?

*Ertia smiled and replied*

It's called the Mona Lisa, it was made by one Leonardo da Vinci back on Earth-That-Was.

*Pain looked at Ertia with his 'Who?' look. Ertia smiled apologetically and said*

Sorry babe. One of my aliases is an art buff.

*Pain smiled, kissed Ertia on the forehead and said as they made their way through the museum*

You never cease to amaze me bao bei.

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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?

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Sunday, July 2, 2006 6:52 PM

"Sir Warrick?"

"Yes?"

"There some men here to see you."

Warrick waves his hand languidly, muttering, "Send them off. I have no interest."

"Police, Sir."

Warrick sighs, heaving himself from his plush chair. Arriving at the entrance of the mansion, he gulps loudly as he sees the badges worn by the officers. These were investigators, not simple drones.

"Sir Warrick, have you seen this man?" The lead investigator, a man by the name of White, procures a wafer-thin capture from his pocket.

Warrick studies the image, and inwardly groans.

It depicts a young man, dark hair hanging in bright eyes, and an almost industrial-looking '13' tattooed on his cheek.

"I know from the amount of you here that you haven't come to simply ask for an ID," Warrick states, eyeing each of the investigators. "What is your purpose."

"We have a warrant, Sir Warrick. In thirty minutes, I will have half of the Londinium police force searching this mansion for the criminal."

"To what end? You won't find a man like that here, I assure you. Try downtown, it's where they usually flee."

Even from as far away as the garden, 13 can make out the conversation, if rather unclearly. His head cocked to one side, he strains to hear the two speak.

White sighs, and speaks into a com. "Set for drop at the Warrick mansion. Turn it inside out."

"What did this man even do?" Warrick gulps. "From the looks of him, he seems only a petty criminal, not a fitting hunt for investigators as yourselves."

White smiles ruefully, saying, "This 'petty criminal' is responsible for the killing of three officers and the decimation of almost an entire street in downtown."

In the garden, 13 turns sharply to Fly, whispering softly everything he just heard, excluding White's last words. She nods, lips drawn together and face pale. 13 whispers to her again, saying, and draws his gun.

Without warning, dozens of infantry officers drop through the glass ceiling of the garden and storm through the gates of Warrick's estate. 13 shields Fly from the falling glass while placing an unloaded gun to her head.

"Looks like this place wasn't good enough," he shouts, grinning ferally. "Although she's quite the hostage." As the men advance, guns raised, a still smiling 13 warns, "Any closer and you'll have this woman's death on your conscience."

"You honestly think we care?" a quiet voice says. A man steps forward, and 13 knows him by his voice. White. "Shoot her, you have no shield. Don't shoot her, and we'll kill the both of you anyway. Taking a hostage is not an option here, boy."

"Kill her. We'll be able to cover it up, pretty the whole thing up for the news."

"I'm sure you would," 13 says through gritted teeth.

Leaning in close to Fly, he whispers something almost too quiet for her to hear. He then releases her, draws his Pemier, and leaps through the shattered skylights in one quick, fluid motion.

The soldiers fire while White watches emotionlessly, and exits the garden, barking orders to his men.

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Breath coming in short hisses, 13 rushes along the roof of Warrick's mansion, halting when he hears the unmistakable hum of a ship.

A small, bus-sized combat shuttle looms in front of him, gun-barrels sliding out soundlessly.

"Shit," 13 murmurs, turning to outrun the shuttle. He probably couldn't, but he'd have to try...only to face White and a legion of soldiers who'd somehow made their way onto the rooftops.

"Little much for a few simple officers and a lowly street," 13 calls to White. "Fight shuttle, whole damn army. What are you really here for?"

"The past is inescapable, 13. You can't just murder the daughter of a Parliamentarian and expect to never hear about it again. It's only too bad your little gang is all dead. I would've loved to bring them in too."

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'It's Braedan. With an A.'

'Shiny moments aren't a destination any of us get to, and stay put forever. They're unknowable, brief flashes in time. That's what

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