Mal's Welcome Post
Who: Captain Malcolm Reynolds and whomever
Where: Desert, Lobby
When: Evening
What: Saffron strands Mal... without his clothes. While trying to find his way back to his ship, he finds a creepy hotel.
“Yep… That went well.” Malcolm Reynolds was sitting naked on a rock in the middle of a desert. And they’d been doing so well too. The whole plan had gone without a hitch until the girl started crying. It was his weakness. He felt sorry for people in trouble. And she took advantage of it. In hindsight, he really shouldn’t have expected anything different from her.
Well, at least they still had Inara as their back-up. Hopefully everything would go shiny that aspect. Inara could take care of herself. Looks like all he could do now was wait for her to get back and then wait for the rest of the crew and his ship to pick them up.
The sun had reached its zenith and passed before Mal started to feel the itching that something had gone wrong. He reached for his communicator before remembering that it wasn’t there. “Liou coe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh ur-tze,"* he swore adding, “This is so not good.” It was time to start walking. He’d come up with a plan, he always did.
Mal was more than a little angry by the time a structure showed up on the horizon. “Runtse de fwotzoo”* he exclaimed as he spied it. The building looked run down, but perhaps he could find some clothes and some way to contact his crew. Entering the building, however, he was momentarily stopped by how pristine it was. It had to be alliance, and he was standing in the middle of it stark naked. It looked like it was time to turn around and head back into the desert.
“Captain Reynolds! We’ve been expecting you.”
“Gao yang jong duh goo yang!”* Mal exclaimed turning towards the voice and reaching for his non-existant gun. “You’ve definitely made some sort of mistake,” he managed once realizing he couldn’t shoot the man behind the counter.
“I assure you, there has been no mistake. You see, you are in our register,” the man said in a cool voice. “Here is you key, if you would just sign here.”
“Funny. Seems to me anytime someone signs something for the alliance, bad things happen” Mal retaliated.
The man merely shrugged. “You are a guest anyway. Enjoy your stay,” and he left.
Mal looked after the man, looked at the hotel, then down at his completely unclothed body. “Guay!”*
*Stupid son of a drooling whore and a monkey
*Oh merciful Buddha
*Motherless Goats of all motherless goats
*Hell
Where: Desert, Lobby
When: Evening
What: Saffron strands Mal... without his clothes. While trying to find his way back to his ship, he finds a creepy hotel.
“Yep… That went well.” Malcolm Reynolds was sitting naked on a rock in the middle of a desert. And they’d been doing so well too. The whole plan had gone without a hitch until the girl started crying. It was his weakness. He felt sorry for people in trouble. And she took advantage of it. In hindsight, he really shouldn’t have expected anything different from her.
Well, at least they still had Inara as their back-up. Hopefully everything would go shiny that aspect. Inara could take care of herself. Looks like all he could do now was wait for her to get back and then wait for the rest of the crew and his ship to pick them up.
The sun had reached its zenith and passed before Mal started to feel the itching that something had gone wrong. He reached for his communicator before remembering that it wasn’t there. “Liou coe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh ur-tze,"* he swore adding, “This is so not good.” It was time to start walking. He’d come up with a plan, he always did.
Mal was more than a little angry by the time a structure showed up on the horizon. “Runtse de fwotzoo”* he exclaimed as he spied it. The building looked run down, but perhaps he could find some clothes and some way to contact his crew. Entering the building, however, he was momentarily stopped by how pristine it was. It had to be alliance, and he was standing in the middle of it stark naked. It looked like it was time to turn around and head back into the desert.
“Captain Reynolds! We’ve been expecting you.”
“Gao yang jong duh goo yang!”* Mal exclaimed turning towards the voice and reaching for his non-existant gun. “You’ve definitely made some sort of mistake,” he managed once realizing he couldn’t shoot the man behind the counter.
“I assure you, there has been no mistake. You see, you are in our register,” the man said in a cool voice. “Here is you key, if you would just sign here.”
“Funny. Seems to me anytime someone signs something for the alliance, bad things happen” Mal retaliated.
The man merely shrugged. “You are a guest anyway. Enjoy your stay,” and he left.
Mal looked after the man, looked at the hotel, then down at his completely unclothed body. “Guay!”*
*Stupid son of a drooling whore and a monkey
*Oh merciful Buddha
*Motherless Goats of all motherless goats
*Hell