Simon Tam (can_swear) wrote in silverage, @ 2011-08-03 18:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, simon tam, susan sto helit |
How did that happen?
Who: Simon, Susan Sto Helit
What: arrival
When: Wednesday, evening
Where: on the streets
Rating: Low, probably
Status: Complete
After the very unfortunate incident of Miranda, River had begun to improve. It was a slow process, but she was healing. She was more coherent for longer periods of time, less prone to the erratic mood swings that had plagued her since he'd rescued her. He thought having something to do on the ship, something productive, was helping as well. She missed Wash though. They all did, some more than others. Simon sorted through the vials and prepackaged hypodermic needles, restocking his bag. He'd expanded the variety of the contents because with this crew ... he never knew what he was going to need. After double checking to make sure he had everything he'd wanted to put in there, he started to put the remainder away before closing his bag and fastening it shut. He turned toward the door to let himself out, his mind already two steps ahead of where he was. He wanted to check on River, then talk to Mal about whatever new job they had and what he should probably be in for, and then he wanted to go spend some time with Kaylee if she wasn't busy. Distracted as he was, he simply assumed he'd tripped on the way out of the infirmary. There was a sensation of falling, and he flung out his arms reflexively -- but what he landed on was dirt, not metal. It was outside, not inside. There were sounds and crowds and ... a cat. Garbage cans. Simon pushed himself up, looking around very slowly as he tried to figure out exactly how he'd gotten from Serenity's infirmary to ... outside somewhere. If he'd passed out -- which he didn't think was the case -- he wouldn't have just been thrown onto the dirt like this. Once he'd gotten to his feet, he was aware that his bag was beside him, and he reached down to pick it up. Stepping closer to the streets, he looked at the passing crowd and tried to just guess what planet he was on. It reminded him somewhat of a core planet, but ... older, somehow. Primitive. It took him a moment to realize what else was wrong: he saw no sign of space craft anywhere. No shuttles, no docks. Just ... cars. This is madness he thought to himself before he turned to look back where he'd come from, as if the alley would hold some clue. It didn't; it was just an alley. There was no sign whatsoever of Serenity, and he couldn't even begin to fathom what, exactly, was going on. In the hopes that he'd come across someone with some answers, Simon kept his bright blue eyes trained on the passing crowd in the hopes of catching a helpful eye. |