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Simon-Mal.
It took longer than it should have to arrange dinner.
Mal washed his hands first though, so that says something. So does the fact that he got to the bar early enough to look bored by the time Simon actually arrives.
"Doc!" Mal calls; he's already sitting at a table. -
Mal-Kaylee.
If you're interested, I'd like to do a Mal-Kaylee thread. It's hard for me to be on and playing when you are lately, so I thought I'd try to make up for it. :D ( Read more... ) -
Mal and Inara.
A lot of Mal's job is waiting. Waiting to hear from clients, waiting on the trip from one end of the quadrant to the other for the drop. Milk runs and fistfights.
"'Nara?" Mal looks up from his knitting project. "What're you doin'?" -
Simon-Mal.
Textwave.
To: Dr. Simon Tam
From: Harbatkin, Reginald
Haven't seen you around lately. Studying too much hurts the brain cells. I'll spare you the medical jargon on the topic. -
Mal-Moiraine.
[ooc: After this.]
Mal returns to the bar from the garage, head itching and in general looking extremely uncomfortable.
He's still got the pry-bar in one hand when he asks for a room key at the bar. -
Ship Repairs.
Kaylee manages to keep up with Mal's progress on the ship in the garage when she is home on Serenity. She'll find him alone to ask what section he's working on at any given time, and Mal is almost positive Kaylee comes down to the ship on her own time. There will be tools rearranged and evidence of new projects started, as there is no end to the ( Read more... ) -
Mal-Jayne.
It's a no-name bar.
Hell, it's a gorram no-name planet, Mal corrects himself, knowing quite well that the planet has a name. It's just such a small one that no one cares when they come here. It's just a planet, a bar, a beer.
Mal's third. He has no clue how many Jayne's had by now. -
(Untitled)
Mal found the broken Firefly-class transport some time ago and Mal has continued to work as much as possible on its repair. The hardest part so far was definitely replacing the bridge window. Kaylee and Mal work in silence on that particular task; other things never get discussed here. Not here - this is a Job. Mal smiles more here too, lately ( Read more... ) -
Mal-Simon.
Mal is working on a calligraphy project or two at the kitchen table. It's one of the easier projects he thought of to give as Christmas gifts, and anything easy on Mal's mind is preferable to...well. Not.
Sometimes the inks look plain and normal, if in weird colors. Sometimes he uses a silver ink that dries to nothing on the page. Very confusing. -
Mal-Inara.
Mal walks into Shuttle One from the cargo bay and it takes Inara less than a second to question him. 'What is it?' she asks, because anything that makes Mal slide the shuttle hatch closed with as much useless force as he just did (one of the joys of pressurized doors -- no slamming), something must have happened ( Read more... )