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May. 13th, 2009


what dreams may come. (matthew.)

After being asleep for months, Inara would have been happy to never have her head hit the pillow again. For the first week, she had avoided the couch that had been her resting place for so long, and stayed up as late as she was physically able, drinking tea into the night. The first night, she had dozed off for no more than two hours before jolting into consciousness, fear and then relief at being awake flooding her body. The second day, she had seen the sun rise, but had gone through the rest of the day in a daze, without energy, dragging.

She knew this couldn't go on. Avoiding sleep would take its toll on her, physically and emotionally. Already she was noticing dark circles, like bruises, under her eyes, the skin papery-thin. If she wanted to go back to her previous life at all... well, she would have to get over her newfound fear of sleep.

That night, she took all the steps towards relaxation, and then some. She took a bath with lavender oils, lit candles and incense, changed into a silk robe and sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, eyes closed, working to control her breathing and the beating of her heart. She was stronger than this. It was quite ridiculous, after all, to be afraid of sleep. To be afraid of never waking up.

After all, what were the chances of that happening twice?

Luckily, the exhaustion was all she needed. After days of being worn out, all it took was for her to pull the covers over her shoulders, curl up on one side, rest her cheek in the palm of her hand, and she was asleep, flying off to the land of dreams.

Mar. 8th, 2009


Well, something sure the hell ain't right. [Mal + Inara]

((Backdated to during the snowstorm )) )

Feb. 27th, 2009


unwind (inara)

Dr. Jones opened the appointment book on his desk and scratched the top of his head. He didn't want to be sitting behind his desk right now, but apparently his secretary had scheduled something for now.

His fedora sat next to him. The Grail Diary sat beside it. Indy wanted to be investigating leads. He wanted to find his father, and a way out of the City.

Barring that, he wanted to find someone who could help him. But he didn't know who that was.

The door to his office swung open, and as it did, Indy looked at the name in his book. INARA SERRA.

Indy's jaw was almost on the floor when he saw her. And he had no idea what his secretary was planning, but suddenly he wanted to kiss her for it.

Feb. 24th, 2009


Mad Love (Inara; Cupid Challenge)

Billy remembered a pinch on his shoulder. Being the sort of person who could casually drive a spork into his own thigh meant he barely noticed the arrow. Whatever it was, it was unimportant. What consumed the mad scientist's attention was the ebon haired beauty across the way. What was there left to do besides duck for cover.

Billy then spent the next week hiding from his one true love: He wore disguises with fake mustaches, hid in bushes, dove behind railings only to fall down a flight of stairs. There was no way he could make verbal contact with her. He didn't even know her name. She didn't even do laundry.

Currently he sat on a bench at the bus stop, a newspaper was held up high to obfuscate his presence.

Sep. 12th, 2008


Booblies (Inara)

She didn't really know where she was going. She just knew that she needed to find somebody to consume a varied handful of pills and some alcohol so she could have some of their blood and perhaps get a little high for the first time in what felt like a million years.

Karen was going to find Lestat and she was going to punch him. Just once. And then she would feel better.

Really, how did people wander around feeling so many emotions so freely? And not seeing two of everything? How was that at all fun? Of course, now she was seeing things very clearly and in a lot of detail. And she didn't really need to put on makeup every day. And her hair was fantastic without needing a wash. Plus her boobs had never looked better.

She wandered into the little store without paying attention to the sign, and saw the dark haired beauty behind the counter.

"Well." What kind of place was this, anyway?

Aug. 28th, 2008


Needin' A Shoulder (Inara)

Mal had given her the address, but Kaylee wasn't sure about wanting company right away. Simon didn't know about Miranda. He didn't know about them. Her Simon was different than this Simon. While Simon had been kind to her, and checked in on her, it wasn't her Simon. Kaylee finally found the address. Was Inara gonna remember her? Remember everything that happened or was Inara gonna be different too?

Kaylee wasn't sure she could stand any more different thinkin people. She couldn't stand a different Inara. Inara had always cared for her, always worried her head about little Kaylee and Kaylee surely needed someone'ta worry about her now. Someone to take care of her for a bit till she could stand up without the heavy feelin' in her heart.

Gorram City.

Kaylee found the apartment fine, and pulled on her hair a little. Least she wasn't all covered in grease now. City had provided her with new clothes. In fact, the nurses had a new set of her normal clothes waiting for her. A new pair of cover alls embroidered with her teddy bear and a pretty flowered shirt for underneath it all. Least her arms didn't hurt no more. She knocked for a second. Pressing her forehead against the door. Was Inara even home? Kaylee sighed to herself. That was until she heard the door unlocking.


Aug. 19th, 2008


Go Go (Open to anyone and everyone)

It had only recently become aware of the concept of monster movies. In this new body, this new form, it had taken to doing some more human things. One of them had to been to visit something called a video store, rent some videos and find some place to watch them. Since it was The City itself, it just made a house with everything it needed.

One of those videos happened to be Godzilla, featuring a giant angry lizard. It sat intrigued through the whole thing and bolted to it's feet at the end, fresh with a new idea.

There would be a zoo in The City. It would collect animals to put them on display. The City didn't currently have a zoo of it's own, which was sort of sad for the children. But they'd grown up here so they didn't really have a concept of what a zoo was. They would love this.

It would get Godzilla. The monster couldn't be that big, could it? After all, it had ransacked and Japan was a small place to begin with. Just an island. Sort of like The City, only ... different. Plus it had stayed mostly in Tokyo. One city.

After Godzilla, it would get some dinosaurs maybe. A unicorn. A phoenix. Dodo birds. Things that people would know but had never seen in their lives. It would be fantastic. Everybody would be filled with wonder. They would be pleased by what The City had given them.

Retrieving Godzilla as it had everybody else, The City suddenly realized that it had not only misjudged the creature's size, but also it's intelligence and determination. The cage that had been constructed turned out to be rather flimsy.

Just as one of the lesser writers for The City Voice was receiving information about the zoo for an article, Godzilla broke loose.


Aug. 9th, 2008


when you're ending with diamond eyes. [open]



And Inara's eyes were open, frantically scanning the landscape, trying to gage her surroundings. She was standing in the middle of a busy city street, near the mouth of an alley, and people brushed her as they passed. A young woman muttered an apology reluctantly, her tone resentful as Inara looked at her in surprise. A man in his forties touched her arm with his fingers and smiled. Inara stood very, very still, willing her beating heart to slow, and tried to remember what happened.

Slowly, it came back to her. She had gone out for a walk again. Admittedly, not the safest thing to do since the murders began, but it was broad daylight and the streets were full. Apparently, that hadn't made a difference.

She had been shot before. She knew what it felt like. But this time, she'd hardly felt anything at all. A pinch, tremendous pressure bearing her forward, then the slow blossom of pain through her body. Then nothing.

Inara bit her lip, hard. Things were making less and less sense every day. First she had been mysteriously transported to this City, along with people from all times and places. And if that wasn't impossible enough, she had just come back from the dead. Because she had known, she knew she was dead. There was no proof, of course, but she knew it with a strange conviction.

Wrapping her arms around herself, Inara began to shake. Despite all of her extensive training and carefully maintained composure, there was only so much she could take. Suddenly, it was all too much, and all she could do was put one foot in front of the other as she began to stumble in what she hoped was the direction of home.

Aug. 3rd, 2008


MM15 [Fred, Inara, Xanadu]

Three little beauties all in a row. They were not together but would all be the next to go.

The City was impatient and my bidding nary ceased. The deeds must be done.

The knife sat in my pocket but there could be no mistake. No the gun, it was steady in my hand, the scope clear as ever in the night.

First came the brains. The smart beauty who sought to solve problems.

Perhaps given more time, she might have solved this.


Next came the beauty, the one who sold her love. I was intrigued and wondered how many had. She had travelled a great deal and seen many things I knew. Where she went now, now she had no choice.


And then came the mystery. Could she tell the future? Could she see the past? She has ancient bloodlines. Had she seen this, her own future and resign to what it was?


The City would be appeased.

Jul. 28th, 2008


In need of a little talk and attention [attn: Inara]

Dean need a place to get away. He needed a place where he could just not think. Let his guard down and ... and ... he didn't know what else but he just knew he needed it. He missed Sam. He felt himself get scared that he would never return back to his brother. Which meant one of his fears would come true. The fear of being alone and how he would survive that?

He thought about calling Aeon but she was too much like him. This emotional stuff was more left for private. And well, he liked her to much to show this weakness to her. At least yet.

But there was one girl he met. A stranger to him but yet, she made him talk about things he normally wouldn't. To anyone. For some reason she made him feel relaxed. Warm and not in this time.

He seek her out again.

Jul. 15th, 2008


MM: Curiosity Shop [Inara]

continued from here

Previously... )

"Lorne? I think something is wrong."

There was no response.

"Lorne?" she called.

She needed a look. Xanadu closed her eyes, removing her sun glasses she put them away in her bag next to her wallet. They hit something that jingled. Xanadu kept her eyelids closed, but sacrificing a bit of concentration, pulled out a set of keys that were not there previously. When her eyes opened they were complete and intact. Her vision was blurred only for moments before Xanadu found herself staring at the skyline of The City for the first time.

But it wasn't the first time, was it?

Xanadu determined that The City must have been from a dream. Her eyes looked red and wet like she'd been crying. Xanadu wiped her newly regrown eyes with the back of her hand. They stung but she knew the feeling would eventually pass. She looked at the keys in her hand. Behind her there was a shop called The Magic Box. Taking a chance she tried the keys. They worked.

Inside the shop it looked as it had before, but with a more Asian inspired decor. When she looked at the loft, it was covered in silks and pillows. There was a small table with a crystal ball, and along the wall of loft existed all her jars of captured spirits which had followed her from her previous life. All her things were there.

Xanadu looked lost in her own shop. She found two sets of cards on the bar table next to the cash register. One set were for the services of Madame Xanadu, the other were for someone by the name of Inara.

Xanadu had never heard that name before.

Apr. 17th, 2008


finding his crew: take two. [ Malcolm Reynolds / open to Inara Serra + anyone she might be out w/ ]

How any of them could be contently living in this place was well beyond the understanding of Malcolm Reynolds. Pausing at the street corner, waiting for the clearance to cross the street safely -- he watched as a postal box flickered out of existence only to reappear right beside him. At least this phenomenon had ceased in surprising him nearly a week into his 'visit'. In fact, it barely caused a brow to raise, if at all. This rearrangement just served as a reminder that he needed to find his crew, find his ship (or any at this point would do) and get out.

But Simon had been the only one he'd found thus far. The least he knew was that Zoe, River and Inara were out there someplace. Hopefully so was Kaylee -- maybe even Jayne. Mal's hike was on it's third day. He couldn't quite explain how he found a safe place to rest his eyes each night, but he did. Though he wasn't sleeping enough. His shoulders were sagging as he waited there on the street corner.

Traffic paused and Mal strode across the way. If there were tracks for there to be an "wrong side of" and a "right side of" -- he'd found them. And he was heading right by way of wrong. For a City that supposedly "provided" this new stretch of town seemed to be provided for a bit better. The sidewalks were cleaner, the street lamps more ornate, brighter too. But the Core-worthy class of this area was lost on Mal as well; between simply not caring and the dull aching of his feet within his boots.

Mar. 4th, 2008


last dance (open to anyone and everyone who wants to see a ballet!!!)

River stood in the wings, waiting.

A red dress flowed almost to her ankles, and her dark hair was pulled back, a red flower sitting behind one ear. Her eyes looked even larger than normal-- one of the corps de ballet girls had lined them with kohl and dark shadow. Her lips were red.

She was not River right now. This was the last night she was going to get to be Kitri.

The ballet was in the second scene. It was time for her to enter. )

Feb. 9th, 2008


Discovery [Inara]

Another night. Like any other night. The City had shifted, disturbing many things, but such things had not reached in the depths of the Opera House. Erik felt none of it, below. Only when he came up to collect the things his dear Daroga - his friend, his conscience, and his agent to the outside world - did he note the changes. His Persian officer had not suffered greatly from the changes, but he passed along the information as best as he could, along with the packet of morphine, the small amount of food that Erik only touched when necessity demanded, and a new supply of ink and lined paper. For his troubles, Erik paid Nadir well enough - a monthly sum of two thousand of these strange paper dollars.

It was typical that after their exchange, Erik returned to his world and Nadir returned to the world of men. But the Persian's description of the changes had sparked Erik's curiosity. Though he cared very little for the race of men, there may yet be something of interest for him in these new changes. Perhaps a new bookstore to raid in the dead of night. Perhaps a new music store to browse when all the night had swarmed about the world and there was nothing left of humanity to disturb him.

Shrouded in a long opera cape and a wide-brimmed fedora to shield his masked face, Erik crept out into the moonlit streets. Around him, he heard the industry of the criminal underworkings of the city - drunken whispers, nefarious laughter, a young scream -- It was the scream that drew him. As hated as humanity was to him, he could not bear the abuse of any helpless creature. He followed the falsetto cry down a side street, into another long stretch of asphalt, and across that street as well, moving swifter than a creature of his build should rightly travel. He was close, now, very close, and soon expected to come upon the scene--

A flash of light - the opening of a door - the sound of merriment -- and he flattened himself momentarily against the brick wall of the closest building. His eyes, mismatched and sunken into the recesses of his face, scanned the entryway of whatever establishment the door belonged to... and stopped.

It was her.

Jan. 20th, 2008


I leave you people alone for just a minute look what happens, everything's gone to pot! (OPEN!)

The Pearl had moved.

The Pearl was no longer in the Swamp. Or. Wait. Jack couldn't be sure. He'd sat cowered under the window in his captain's quarters, fingers on the window sill, and periodically pulled himself up to peek out of it.

When last he'd seen it, The Black Pearl had been happily moored in the bay. Which Jack could not explain. He'd yelled for Zoe when he started to notice the changes, and asked her if she had any idea 'why the world was goingk all manner of bendy-like.'

Zoe had not had any idea.

Running a hand through dark hair, Jack stood in the middle of the City, near where he knew there had been a fountain or a monument of some kind. It was notably, as it were, absent. He scratched his head.

He withdrew the compass from his pocket and set his jaw, sighing. Ah. Ah ha. The needle pointed to his right.

"Tha's interesting," Jack said, smirking. "Tha's very interesting."

Jack went right.