bright light city

(Filtered to Mal)
I found the property that I want to buy for my business I'm starting up. I'm going to be looking at furniture and color palattes with an interior designer in a little bit. I would really like it if you would come and see it sometime. How are things going with your ranch? We also need to spend some alone time together, don't you agree?



(Filtered to Kaylee, Zoe and River)
How would you like to join me in a day of complete pampering tomorrow?


(Jayne, Simon and Wash)

Are you three keeping yourselves busy? I might need your help moving some furniture around in a couple of days, if you're free.

You know what's the best thing about this place?

I can buy SO much fresh fruit! All kinds! And it's so cheap! Not that it matters with that there little card, but - I got so many strawberries and bananas and oranges and mangoes I don't know what to do with 'em all.

This ain't Greenleaf.

What the gorram hell is going on?

I've become FABULOUS. Everything sparkles!

I've redecorated my entire apartment, eaten a few hookers, and started a novel. This not-sleeping thing is going pretty well.

I think there must have been some sort of a mix-up.

It's quiet. Too quiet. So quiet it rings in my ears and it's so loud and the silence is screaming. It's a paradox. Quiet can't be loud and it is and it isn't but it is. Can't go back to what we were but here we are again. Back to what isn't anymore. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps at it's petty pace...only in yesterdays. It's all chaos. My mind is spinning with it. They'll play their games and poke and prod, but we aren't toys. But they'll play anyway. Their hands aren't blue, but they're all the same. The bad guys don't always wear black and sometimes their hands are clean. That's all false syllogisms. They take us away and poke and prod and they don't and they can't understand. Shouldn't meddle, but people always do. Children playing with what they shouldn't. Tearing like tiny fingers picking at the threads. It's all going to fall to pieces. Like bits of apples.

It's not so black here...but it is. On the edges. The neon lights don't cover it up well enough. It claws and paces and waits and waits and waits. Captain said they can't take the sky but they did. Covered it up with lies. Not supposed to wander off alone. Not safe. He says it's not safe but he's not here. Can't wander off if there's no one to wander from. Inherent paradoxes. No breadcrumbs to follow home. The birds ate them. They'll just get stomachaches if they aren't careful.

This had better be part of another ridiculous plan, sir. 我暂时有足够您的想法.

I miss Serenity. And Simon. And the crew, the feeling of being in space...

I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times, never trust Dexter Dearborn when he says "Hey Cap, can you just sit there quietly for a quick minute?"

However...This place is already fascinating, apparently this plastic thing means I have money, and there isn't an an angry blonde anywhere in sight.

Good boy, Dex!

Did I fall asleep?

Earth that was?

This is problematic.