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I'm sorry, is this... what is this?

This isn't Alliance, is it? It doesn't seem like Alliance. Did Jayne sell me to some crazy kidnapping psychopaths who delight in leaving vague, utterly unhelpful notes for their hostages? It's unlikely that he put me here himself. The note doesn't feature any misspellings or profanities.

It doesn't matter. I don't know where I am and I don't know who's reading this, and I don't much care. I need to get back to my sister. Soon. Now.

Gorram it! I ain't got time for this go tsao de gos se.

I don't take kindly to abductions of my personal self, so whoever is ruttin' in charge of this gos se operation should come out and we'll start the negotiating terms process.

And if you do it quick enough I give you a five minute start to explain yourself before I shoot your ass.

I want a house.


Sam. I want a house. I'm getting tired of this frakkin' place.

I got my job back.

Thanks for the stuff for.. Christmas? I don't even know what that is, but thanks anyway.

So I don't know how, or why, but my space hamster, Ziggy, showed up in the room this morning.

At first I thought it was just a hamster that looked similar, but no, it's definitely Zigs.

I think I may want to try kissing.

Seems the only one who offered me work last time has disappeared off this Tian di Wu Yohn rock.  So I can ask again: what's there for work around here, for an ex-criminal smuggler soldier?

who is throwing my birthday party on the 17th


also gotta throw the midget one


hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm


ill be twenty-one and she'll be nine, hooray hooray

Tama de hundan!

Where did all the damn Reavers go?!



OOC: Jayne wasn't a ghost while he was dead. And his mind, like always, is taking a moment to catch up with the facts of the situation.

I've put all the wards I could think of around mine and the boys' rooms.

If anyone needs somewhere safe to stay, or wants to drop children off, just let me know. There's more than enough room.

[Filtered to Adults only]

Anyone keeping up with the news lately?

For those who haven't heard, my saloon, Harvelle's Roadhouse, serves all non-local folks for free. [Address]

Fay-fay duh pee-ye!

Right, fine. I'll get on this.

Zoe Washburne is better lookin' than me.

Happy Zoe?

This feels like a good time for a drink and some cards. Armageddon? Jo?

[Jayne]

I'm sorry I nearly shot you in your leg. I don't usually miss How are you feeling?

*Just a bunch of loud grunts and incoherent shouts and much banging of things in the room and stamping of feet*

What in tian xiao de--it's catching? Jayne, you better not have had anything to do with this!

This isn't real. It's a trick. It-it won't work. I won't tell you anything.

Sitting around shooting gos se actually does get bored after a while when their ain’t nothing exciting to shoot at.

I need a job.

[Kara]
That airfield you work at looking for help in anything? I ain’t too particularly set on any one kind of job at the moment.

And thanks for Don’t mention what I said when I was

Still like to go shooting if you got time.

*A gut wrenching, ear piercing scream can be heard followed by the sound of a body hitting back against a wall and sliding down*

They keep comin', and comin' and cuttin'. Always cuttin'! They ain't stoppin'. No sound, lay down, they ain't never gonna lay down 'til you do it first.

never did think i'd get used to being here, majority of you people are okay, but can't understand most of the shit that comes out your mouths or on these damn phones. i hate not being in control and i don't like being no patsy. i wish i would've got the chance to shoot rick grimes before i started not giving two damns but lori would've got real mad at me and then i'd have to deal with her being some nagging widow bitch ALONG with surviving.

wasn't happy when we left atlanta, merle's still out there and he's handless and lost lots of blood and i don't like to admit it but he's probably zombie food and why am i talking to YOU about that? i should be thinking positive when i ain't. i resented him treating me the way he did when we left rock mills and our shit parents but i know he was just doing what needed be done and what i needed weren't some sugarcoated childhood or love.

there's a lot going on up there in my head, lots of important shit but no one cares. i'll show everyone one that i ain't all that dumb. i got feelings too and right now my main feeling's wanting to beat the crap out of something and then get drunk. i'm hungry, feel like having a slice of Bobbi Joe's award winning strawberry rhubarb pie except Bobbi Jo ain't here, thank God, she ain't the kindest cat on the fence but she sure makes good pie.

i smell something burning. who's burning something?