quirkymechanic (quirkymechanic) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2018-04-18 22:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~inara serra, ~mal reynolds (malcolm_r) |
The Shopping Trip
Kaylee wore her boring no nonsense mechanic outfit, leather shoes, as well as her warmly patterned clingy blouse as she went shopping for machine parts. She had adjusted to her new life and friends and although she dreadfully missed the Serenity and her friends she had made new ones in the local restaurants and hangouts and mechanically inclined people like her. Kaylee still missed her old friends though, and wished she could one day find them again. She kept trying to tell herself to move on, but a part of her could not. She loved the quiet charm and organization and inspiration Mal brought, or the subtle emotional interplay and warmth and feminine grace that Inara had brought to her life. Sometimes she imagined she had a crush on Inara- oh, not so much naughty thoughts, so much as wondering what it would be to live life in finery without ever getting her hands greasy. To always be confident and say the right things and to be fully within your skin. It was something she admired about Inara and sometimes she had felt very close to her. But that was then, and now...
She entered a store that sold parts for spaceships and other high tech devices. There were ship core radiators, fusion concentrators by the dozens, and a whole mess of wiring. The shop was small but she had made many friends there, mostly introverted gear heads, but their occasional conversations about wiring and equations and power conduit maps had filled her heart with happiness. She was almost as happy as if she had been invited to the ball wearing a nice frilly dress.
She thought of all of the new friends she made as she picked through a box, sorting through gears that she might need to help get her current project- building a starship engine and then a starship around it- successful. Some of the gears were covered with grease, but she bit her lip and dug her hand into the box of dirty parts as she rooted around at the bottom. Sometimes she was successful and found something quite interesting buried in the deeper corners of the shop.
She was so focused on what she was doing she utterly ignored whoever might be behind her as she bent over. There were soft clanking noises as her hand moved around inside of the box. The lighting from the store lights brightly illuminated her head but it cast deep shadows as her face was nearly inside of teh box she was clanking and sorting through.