Firefly: Untitled
Notes: written for thelostjournal, based on the prompt: "zombies (ha), coconut, Nixon, platypus, train."
Date: January 2005
Two weeks into the run with nothing to see but black and nothing to eat but protein three times a day, everyone starts walking around like zombies. Jayne cleaned every gun in the ship and sharpened even the kitchen knives in the first week, tried to pick a fight with everyone 'cept River at least five times a piece. Simon organized his medical supplies, twice. Kaylee rubbed and greased every engine part 'til you could see your face in it, and rewired the compression coil on the fly, just 'cause. Book did reps until he could hardly lift his Bible. Zoe and Wash disappeared into their bunk the first day and haven't come up for anything but meals since. Mal, having nothing better to do, lost 100 consecutive games of checkers to River.
By the time they make the drop point, it's a wonder no-one's gnawed off their own arm in sheer frustration. Thing is, though, by the time they set down on Victoria, the fence, Nixon, named for the 3rd-most disreputable president of the most disreputable country on Earth-That-Was, is dead. Which means they've got a nigh-on unfencable cargo of exotic animals, lifted right out of a Core zoo supply train, all the way out on the very edge of the 'verse.
Jayne wants to kill them for meat, Kaylee wants the platypus as a pet, and River's already gone out and named the damn things so Mal'd feel bad about leaving them anywhere. They've only got enough bamboo and raw fish and coconuts to last to Whitefall. Maybe Patience could use a monkey.
Date: January 2005
Two weeks into the run with nothing to see but black and nothing to eat but protein three times a day, everyone starts walking around like zombies. Jayne cleaned every gun in the ship and sharpened even the kitchen knives in the first week, tried to pick a fight with everyone 'cept River at least five times a piece. Simon organized his medical supplies, twice. Kaylee rubbed and greased every engine part 'til you could see your face in it, and rewired the compression coil on the fly, just 'cause. Book did reps until he could hardly lift his Bible. Zoe and Wash disappeared into their bunk the first day and haven't come up for anything but meals since. Mal, having nothing better to do, lost 100 consecutive games of checkers to River.
By the time they make the drop point, it's a wonder no-one's gnawed off their own arm in sheer frustration. Thing is, though, by the time they set down on Victoria, the fence, Nixon, named for the 3rd-most disreputable president of the most disreputable country on Earth-That-Was, is dead. Which means they've got a nigh-on unfencable cargo of exotic animals, lifted right out of a Core zoo supply train, all the way out on the very edge of the 'verse.
Jayne wants to kill them for meat, Kaylee wants the platypus as a pet, and River's already gone out and named the damn things so Mal'd feel bad about leaving them anywhere. They've only got enough bamboo and raw fish and coconuts to last to Whitefall. Maybe Patience could use a monkey.