What happened

Having determined that yes, Inara was alive, Eddie had hung around for a bit and than decided that enough was enough. He needed to go for a walk. The hospital and Eddie wasn't a good match, he figured if he stayed there long enough someone was going to ask him what his relation was to Inara, or someone was going to ask him about his gun, or … well there was all kinds of reasons for him ducking outside for a walk to clear his head.

He turned to look at the Hospital muttered a; "Okay, stay." When neither the streets nor the hospital shifted he grinned. "Good hospital. I'll be back in a bit."

A few blocks later Eddie paused in front of a place that called it's self 'Bruce's Video' and glanced in the window. What the hell where DVD's? And what was that ... Lethal Weapon 4? "Jesus." He could vaguely recall Lethal Weapon being out in the theaters. He hadn't gone and seen it, but ..."Must have been good if they made four of them …"

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City General was a busy little medical hub, something like what one would expect to see on those TV dramas about hospitals. Green scrubs and cold sterile white walls, the smell of alcohol and bleach, the faint buzz of florescent lighting and the low rumble of hundreds of voices made up the soul of C.G.

Tucked off in one quiet corner a dark haired woman lay in a clean clinically white bed, under clean clinically white sheets, in a clean clinically white gown. Inara Serra had been down graded to stable condition and awaited only a few blood tests before her release. The incident which had brought her in had raised more then one eyebrow in the C.G.E.R. She wasn't the first to come in, she had however been the first to be brought in alive.

A dozen or so like her were in the morgue, disturbingly three of those had decided to go missing a number of days after their arrival..and more disturbingly, their autopsies. Inara offered a chance the hospital had not yet seen and they jumped on it. While she was slumbering away her blood was being tested in every batch of blood work that they could think of. City General was about to discover the truth of the existence of vampires.

For her part in the matter Inara only wanted to be warm and safe and among friends. Perhaps that was what drew her in her dreams to the dining hall of Serenity. Warm friendly faces smiled to her and food..real food not just protein shaped like food, filled the table. Kaylee was smiling brightly, Simon seemed to catch her eye with a blush of his own. Zoe and Wash were doing some not-so-subtle flirting under the table, even Mal seemed in rare form. They were all there, regardless of Books death or Jayne's desire to leave or Rivers..being River.. all of the crew that had been was together. As joy full as she felt, something nagged in her dream mind that this was not quite entirely right.

(OOC: Ok, great for any Firefly'ers to jump into the dream. Even Dream himself. Feel free to take surreal turns with it. Feel free for others of the waking world to step in as well. Have fun!)

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Snow White hadn't been back to The Farm in a while. Not since that crazy communist Goldilocks had shot a bullet into her skull and destroyed half of her brain. She loved the farm, and really wished that she'd been able to visit more often during the last few months. But she hadn't. Mostly, that was because she'd needed time to grow that brain back, and heal properly, and then it'd taken a few months before Bigby would even let her outside the Woodlands building, let alone get behind the wheel of a car.

But once she'd passed every fitness test that Dr Swineheart and Bigby could muster up, they'd found little that they could stop her from doing. They both knew that Snow was a fairly sensible girl who knew her own limits. She wouldn't do anything that she knew would be too exerting. There'd been offers to drive her out to the farm, and although Snow did appreciate the offer, Boy Blue would be needed in her absence, and she would be fine. She'd take a cell phone with her, so that if she ran into any problems at all, she could call either The Farm, or The Woodlands, whichever she was closest too, and help would be on its way.

It all turned out to be useless mollycoddling, in Snow's opinion. The drive was an easy drive, and soon enough, she was turning down the driveway that would take her directly to the farm.

Five minutes down the road, the harsh gravel and dirt turned into smooth steady bitumen, and the thick forest around her became thick office buildings. It'd happened gradually and instantly, in a strange paradox of weird. Snow frowned. She hadn't made a wrong turn, she was sure of it. Unless messing up directions was a weird side affect of brain-damage that Dr Swineheart had missed.

She hopped out of the truck, fetching her walking cane from the back seat. She leaned heavily on it, and looked about. She didn't see any sign posts saying where she was. Snow hobbled around a little, using the cane to take the weight off her bad leg.

She walked up and down the streets for a bit, trying to get a feel for exactly where she was. But after some exploration of this new City there was only one thing that she knew for sure. She definitely wasn't at the farm. Other than that. She was stumped. There were no 'New York Pizzarias' only 'The City Pizzaria', there was nothing around the place that told her where she was at all, and all this walking (or hobbling) was making her tired. Sure, she was healed and all, but she was still recovering, and the exertion of walking around the city all day, without anything to eat or drink, well it tired a girl out.

Where had she put her car? She could've sworn she'd parked it next to that red brick building over there... Nope. Not her car.

"Shit." She swore underneath her breath. She was tired, hungry, missing her car, and in a foreign city. Bigby wouldn't let her out of the woodlands for months after this incident. That was, of course, once she managed to find her car.
Current Mood: anxious

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It had been nearly a day since Kaylee's rations had run out. She was too scared to venture very far from the her little chunk of the engine room. In a wall compartment, she found a box of protein she had stashed up there for snack emergencies when she was working on fixing a coupling or a new hydraulic or something of the like. But now that the protein was eaten, Kaylee thought she'd better explore the area around her camp.

She waited until day to leave the twisted metal heap of engine room. The woods had never been a place Kaylee went often, even on her prairie-of-a-planet home of Pacquin. But these woods quickly became a manicured botanical garden. She'd seen pictures of big houses with big gardens in some of Inara's captures. The garden had a stone path that meandered through it, which led to a large iron fence. Just on the other side of the fence was a road, buzzing with traffic. People pushed by on foot in a hurry to get somewhere.

Kaylee wandered out of the gate entrance to the park and spied a diner across the street. It was chrome and shiny with a big neon sign overhead that blinked "HOT FOOD". Hot food sounded really good right now. But Kaylee didn't have a credit on her. Couldn't hurt to, maybe, see if they had any extra?

Outside, the smell of deep fried wonders was tantilizing to someone who had only been eating protein rations for the past week. But inside, displays of cakes and pies spun around in a large glass case. A grill was aflame behind the counter. And servers whizzed past carrying large trays of meats and eggs. Kaylee's mouth was definitely watering.

"Help you, dear?" asked a little old lady behind a small counter.

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The buzzing of the comm in her bunk wasn't what woke Kaylee up. Nor was it the flickering of cabin lights on and off. The rocking didn't bother her much either. Instead, it was the shudder and rattle of the entire hull of the ship. There was something wrong in the engine room. Springing out of her bed, she pulled on a jumpsuit and scrambled up the ladder. Serenity was still rocking and shaking, making Kaylee's climb a little tougher. She pulled herself out of her bunk as Zoe and Mal ran past her to the bridge. The captain shouted something at her, but she wasn't listening. "I'm on it!" she responded automatically. Something was wrong with her Serenity and there was no way in the 'verse she was going to let this ship go down.

The engine room was aglow with energy. The center drive thrust was spinning rapidly. Glancing down to the bottom corner of the engine structure, Kaylee saw one of the problems. A burnt out synchronizer. Without that synchronizer, the port and starboard thrusts wouldn't function together. It not only made the forward propulsion of the ship unstable, but it also gave Wash a hell of a time trying to steer.

Climbing down onto the grating, Kaylee grasped the synchronizer with two hands. It wouldn't budge. She had to get it out and changed before they fell out of the sky. The garbled transmissions coming over the comm in the engine room said something about the entry angles and the starboard thrust and then something else about the rear drive feed being offline. A routine reentry had quickly spiralled into chaos. Kaylee didn't fumble trying to find her tools or her spare synchronizer. The trouble was, the old one was stuck. The couplings at either end had melted right into the main cylinder. There was no way she was going to get it out easy. As the ship gave another lurch, Kaylee clung to the synchronizer. Bracing her foot against the steel frame, she yanked again. But her fingers, covered in grease, slipped off the synchronizer.

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