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[doesntneedfixed]

...they took her out of the sky, and put her down on a little bitty box. All the white walls, all the people about like ants. They wander about aimlessly, so very, very un-purposed and lost. All from a different place, each and every one. Little feathers floating random

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[Voice | Shock]

[machines_talk]

...

River?

Wo bu shin wo dah yan jing! River, s'that you?

[Voice | Confused]

[doesntneedfixed]

...Kaylee?

Kaylee, it's so quiet here... there aren't any stars, where's Simon?

[Voice | Concerned]

[machines_talk]

Yeah, it's me.

I know. Ain't no Serenity, that's for sure.

[There's a brief but audible pause.] Simon...Simon ain't quite here yet.

[Voice | Frightened]

[doesntneedfixed]

Why are you here, Kaylee? ... What do you mean Simon's not here... He's with you... he was happy.

[spaceflyboy]

Uh.. Hey River..

[doesntneedfixed]

Who rings the doorbell when no one is home?

[spaceflyboy]

A penguin.

[doesntneedfixed]

Was he wearing a suit or a full tux.

It does matter.

[heregoesnomercy]

...Are you seriously speaking about yourself in the third-person?

[doesntneedfixed]

Sometimes the words jumble up, lost little marbles on the playground.

I'm actually the second person. Simon is the first. There was no one after me, so no, not the third person.

[heregoesnomercy]

Another crazy person. Well, I guess that can't really be helped. Seriously, no idea who this guy was, but he started rambling on like a lunatic, completely out of the blue. I hope it's not because of this place, because I happen to like what sanity I can still grasp.

[doesntneedfixed]

Hmm... thinks he knows everything about everyone? Thinks he's got it all under control...? No one's safe. No one's ever really, really sane.

Grasping at straws in the dark. Short end or long end? Keep your mind or lose it on the wayside...

Heh.

[nocturncoat]

... River? You're back?

[doesntneedfixed]

She does not know all the chattering that comes her way. New voices, new sounds. She has not been here before.

[nocturncoat]

Oh, I guess you don't remember, or you're a different version of her or something.

You - or you from an alternate universe - were here before. I'm Nocturne.

[doesntneedfixed]

The singing night knows her name, but she does not remember having stepped in the grass here.