TERRI

You may not have noticed, shhhh, I know you haven't, but I've been missing for a couple of months. Frankly, between the end of the school year, exams, moving out, and a little trip to China I've for planned for the end of the summer, I'm swamped. But I broke out the ol' DVD box set of Firefly, and watched my fave episode; Objects in Space, and I knew I had to get back on soon for some old Browncoat lovin'. I was just recently at an anime convention called Animazement and I was wondering if any people from here where there cause I saw one Blue Sun t-shirt, and one Fruity Oat Bars t-shirt, so.... Also, I noticed that in Objects in Space Jayne says that he keeps his guns under lock and key, so River can't get to them, then I noticed that when he reaches up and pulls his blanket off the wall, they were hanging up behind it, just sitting there, for anybody to just reach up and get. That's so Jayne.

SIGMANUNKI

A LJ community post reminded me of this :) For those of you that think that fractals aren't cool, just listen to this song:

DESERTGIRL

Hey there – I have never really been one for blogging, not really sure why. But I wanted to talk a bit about my new fic, and it occurred to me there’s this thing called a blog, where I can ramble to my hearts content and people can read or not, as they choose. Who’d a thunk it. Perhaps I should give it a try??? I am going to start posting “Underground” shortly. My husband is just giving it a final going over looking for typo’s. Of course it all belongs to Joss and Fox (read as disclaimer), I just enjoy telling more stories about them. I started writing ‘Underground’ two days after my grandmother fell and broke her hip in January. First because I needed something creative to do while I was sitting with her in the hospital day in and day out. But more importantly I needed a story where a woman, overcomes insurmountable odds to survive, with the help of our favorite big dam hero’s. I can’t tell you how much I have appreciated going to sleep at night thinking of how Mal and Kaylee and Co. are going to weasel their way out of the mess they are in, rather than becoming depressed about my grandma. Throughout the process, I have learned so much about writing. First and foremost that I really enjoy it. Mal4prez has been betaing for me. She has been wonderful, and has taught me so much. Not only about which typo’s I missed, but also given me new insights into how to structure dialogue and stay in a single point of view. She pointed out lots of things about the characters which helped me to make them much deeper more complex individuals. And she pointed out lots of little details and questions about the plot, which in my mind were answered, but did not show up actually written down in the story. She has also been really patient, constantly reminding me when my characters stop talking western and start talking all fancy. I really can’t thank her enough. So a bit about the story: It will be posted in 9 chunks, prologue, chap 1-7 and an epilogue. It’s set during the series, after Trash and before Heart of Gold. Far enough along that the crew has inkling about what’s going on in River’s brain, but before Inara decides she might want to leave. There are a handful of new characters. Otherwise the pairings are all cannon. Z/W; S/K and M/I, Although Inara is not around much in this fic. If I had to pick one character to say it focused on it would be Mal, but it’s not just his story. We will learn a touch about the pre-series lives of our BDH’s over the course of the fic. We also learn a lot about what greed can do to a person, and even more about generosity Anyway - I hope you like reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. – Desert Girl

SHIMAUMA

I have been fortunate to find a great RPG group in my area and it was suggested to blog about the sessions so as to hopefully draw attention to how great the game is. First of all we found our group on Meet Up and we all met in a mutually safe gaming store in our area for our first session. I have a character modeled after Jayne Cobb and in fact her background history begins as a mudder on Higgins Moon which she was able to escape after some crazy wonderful guy dropped a buttload of cash on her village. Goose(her nick name, she won't tell her real one) took her share, hitched a ride with the next missionary group and took to exploring the 'verse looking for jobs that didn't involve mud. My hubby's character, Silas, is our face guy for the underground, finds us our jobs, gets us in with the right people. We lost our first captain after a barfight in Beaumonde, but managed, with the connections of Silas, to get out of jail and hook up with a crew doing some "salvage" in an Alliance dump space. Unfortunately, Silas snuck a stowaway on board, who, while OUR group was trying to find the booty in a derelict boat, this stowaway killed the crew and took our ride home. Thank goodness we have a kick ass mechanic that could get her running again, and low and behold our GM has bestowed upon us a Firefly which he later dubs *Scirocco*. We have one guy, Chase, mostly a gunhand, that BARELY had the skill to pilot, D2 or D4 skill roll, and we made a crash landing on Beaumonde. Thankfully the booty on board was enough to cover our repair costs and get ourselves some coin. After picking up a tight pilot that can actually FLY the ship, we've made a couple of Ice and Water runs in the meantime and delivered a new Sheriff to Regina. Unfortunately, this guy was a psycho, so on our next trip to Regina, the townsfolk are begging us to kill him dead. Barely managed that, with Goose playing "target" while better shots snuck up on the sheriff. The ceramic plate vests are great for soaking damage. Anyway, this last session we were asked to find them another sheriff on planet "plot device"(our GM's reference) where we picked up another good player and his character actually took "cooking" as a skill, so our eats were good, even in Real Life because our GM's wife makes rice crispy treats for our sessions. So Silas finds us a contact with a guy on the water planet, Newhall, and this is great because we're thinking if we can't take this job, we can transport more water at least. Well Newhall is like a resort planet with pools and cabana's but no guns allowed so I stay on board, our Doc and Pilot though, take advantage of the place making time with the ladies while Silas and the captain set up our next job with the contact. Unfortunately, it wasn't an actual [i]paying[/i] job, it was a [i]get to know you [/i]job and the crew were none too happy, but both Silas and the captain talked us down and explained pirate politics. Either way the first portion of our job was a success, thanks to Goose intimidating the victims into jumping off their boat. This was a pearl boat on water, not a space boat, so nobody jumping into deep space. Anyway the second portion of the job was talking our contact's "side girl" into leaving the planet without killing her or raising a ruckus. One of our gunhands "Rez" had the best moment in this encounter when he suggested to this woman that she should come with them without a fuss and she replied that if they tried anything funny without showing the cred stick they'd been given as compensation, she'd scream "rape" and Rez retorted with a thoughtful, beard stroking "Touche" LOL!! about the best line of the night!! So we pull off the pearl heist and we pull off the relocation effort and then comes the REAL job, stealing silk and burning down a factory. Our mechanic is also talented in demolitions so he contrived a flash bomb that looked like a spare part and the group was in and out in nothing flat, but then we got boarded by Alliance heading back to Beaumonde (our delivery point) Again our GM was gentl

13

Or at least it'll be me in grade 9 for one more month. Yes, boys and girls, friends and enemies, I'm all growded up since my first post here, back when I was actually 13, age-wise. It's gonna be High School Confidential, bay-bee. Now, few months back, during a wish-corruption (which was trumped by Pain, Lord rest his soul) I spouted off about being all anxious and crap towards this high school thing, leaving Tiny Town. Now, I ain't so sure. There's gonna be a bit more respect and tolerance towards me, (although some folks ((especially a gal they call 'E')) have tolerated and respected me hella lot more than they should) which is all cool, but there's gonna be loss. Everyone I know is leaving for another school, and little old-young 13 is making his way in a hostile environment alone. Kay, maybe not hostile, but definitely foreign territory. I 'spect I can handle it, though. Been through worse stuff before, and I will later. And the impending loss in the real world isn't the only loss; a blow has been struck on my semi-real self, a blow dealt in the virtual world: LOS, Life Onboard Serenity, Come To The Galley, whatever the hell you wanna call it, is dead. Done. Ka-goddam-put. This burns me. LOS was my home from home, where I went to unwind, the place to slip into an identity that I needed, and still need, to keep my mind off things best temporarily unminded. Now it's gone, no more psychopathic angst-ridden emo androids for me! (just ignore that last bit) I quote Young: 'out of the blue, and into the black.' That describes the fate of LOS perfectly, I think. Well, I've still got some time left at the BDV, (www.bigdamnverse.net) my LOS back-up, before I cancel out for the last time. I'll stick around here, though. Some people still saying stuff that needs to be said and read. Might even post a picture or two. -with love and confusion, B '13' S

MRBLUESUN

That problem being that i can't think of a suitable way to end my 'The Hunter and the Hunted' fanfic. Wait... let me rephrase that. I can't think of a way to kill off my o.c. 'the Hunter'. This may seem an odd sort of problem but i really want to kill him off, i'm absolutely sick of being inside this guys head and to be honest it's starting to freak me out just a touch. For those of you unfamiliar with the character he is the Operative's successor and an attempt by Alliance scientists to combine the cold, calculated intelligence of an Operative with the wild, beastial nature of a Reaver. So basically what you have here is the perfect assassin who is also absolutely insane. On one level he is cultured and intelligant and just a little bit charming and on the other he is liable to tear your throat out with his teeth (sort of like a more extreme version of the Nikki/Jessica character from Heroes). Read the fanfics below for more info they all feature him. As an added bonus he seems to have acquired a sort quasi-psychic/emotion link with River (again read the fics). So, crazy guy who is faster, stronger and can easily out smart anyone on the crew except River and whose view of the the 'verse makes River at her craziest look perfectly sane. Any ideas are gladly accepted.

NAILANI

So I am sorry to those readers out there who were enjoying Ciuclar Irony and then it just stopped. As much as I would like to think it was pregnancy that killed my creative juices I just don't know nowadays. For some reason I just can't find their voices. Know matter how hard I try. So I apologize to all of those who are hoping for an ending. Thank you all for the feedback, it did help me when it could.

EXOTICK

So i was driving on Sunday in Virginia when I saw a guy driving with license plates that said River Tam. I wanted to honk at him but then realized I didn't know how to let him know what I was honking at...a missed browncoat opportunity