The Universe's Mixer

This would be the last time Tony Stark would ever make himself responsible for his own food.  How dare she leave at 6:30 and leave him to fend for himself all alone?  Oh yeah, because he screwed up and broke her heart a few days before.

Tony had taken it upon himself, instead of doing the more intelligent thing and ordering out, to cook his own late night meal.  By cook, that meant reheating some leftover Chinese that he didn't really recognize what it was as it had set in the fridge since the day they arrived.  This topped with the few espresso shots he'd downed from the machine down in his workshop didn't sit well on his stomach at 1:27 am.  By four o'clock, Tony had to stop in the middle of typing and haul ass to the bathroom to vomit.  Vomit should never have that color he thought to himself before he trudged upstairs, thinking that it was best he go to bed before he wore himself down.

At 5:16, Tony had already vomited 7 times and had already emptied his stomach to the point of bile and had to crawl back to his bed.  Around six, his forehead and torso were sweaty that he'd pulled off his t-shirt and had stripped down to his boxers.  Despite having three blankets pulled tight around him, he had weakly asked Jarvis to heat his room to a good eighty degrees.  He couldn't stop shaking and by the time he'd gotten reasonably warm from the chills, he had to run to the bathroom and vomit again.

Food poisoning sucked, Tony had decided, and this wasn't even a serious case.

"Jarvis...call--"

"Already in progress, sir."  Jarvis, despite being an AI, knew this was a situation he couldn't handle with Tony and a last resort would have been to call a doctor.

Elizabeth was sick of waiting on Jack. And since that red haired man had left Elizabeth had been very lonely on the Pearl. Lonely enough to go wandering out into this "City" place. Maybe she'd run into Dean again. At least he was some fun, when he wasn't shooting her or trying to get touchy feely. Well, hitting on her. Elizabeth was still angry at Will. Mourning Norrington, and confused about Jack in general. This new Jack didn't remember what happened after the Krakken. But he knew she'd betrayed him and still.. Still they'd kissed and that was confusing. What was she suppose to feel?

Bright lights and the rumbling of the metal beasts known as cars.. Elizabeth didn't like it at all. But as she walked she found herself staring at an establishment which had a various assortment of bottles behind a large wooden table thing with chairs. Lined the whole area. People were sitting on high chairs and having a drink. Oh it must have been like those Irish pubs! Elizabeth opened the door and stepped inside. She kept her hat on, and her cutlass was at her side. Pistol hidden under her jacket. She walked to the bar and looked over it.

There was a woman behind the bar, looking right at Elizabeth. "Can I get you something?"
"Rum, Please?"
"Sure!"

Elizabeth sat down on one of the high chairs and adjusted the sword at her side. Everyone was eying her funny. Well, what did they expect of a Pirate?!

The woman returned with a glass of rum and set it in front of Elizabeth, Elizabeth smiled and produced from her pocket what looked to be paper. What the heck? Where was her gold? The woman took one of the pieces of paper and nodded to Elizabeth. "That's all you owe."

Huh. They bartered in paper. Silly people.

Elizabeth sat back and started to drink her rum. Mmm Rum.

Kaylee felt pretty off balance. Not just because of the wounds she had covering her arms, large cuts that were still leaking blood from being pulled out of Serenity by the large vacuum of space, but because her heart felt a little heavy. Mal said Simon didn't remember anything after the beagles. But how could he forget? How could he not know? Kaylee felt it was kind of painful to forget about her an him like that. Mal had tried to explain it, like he wasn't their Simon. But then.. He didn't know about Wash being departed? Or Book? Kaylee felt certainly out of place. Normally she was so bright and cheerful but it felt drained right out of her like motor oil out of an engine too fast. Life wasn't there no more.

Felt lick getting kicked in the gut, it did.

Kaylee was leaning heavily on Mal now. Getting blood onto his nice brown coat. She kept apologizing for it. Wounds weren't lethal really, but Kaylee wasn't weak enough to walk on her own considerin'. Finally they made it to the hospital. She'd have preferred the medical bay of serenity. She never liked normal hospitals. Even with the promise of seeing Simon.. well this Simon. Simon that didn't remember everything that'd happened with Miranda, or the Reavers, or Mr. Universe. Kaylee wasn't keen on it at all. She turned her head to look at Mal. Mal looked determined, as he always did. All worried about her. She had to go in.

She took a deep breath as the doors were open. When they came to the main counter, Kaylee lifted her head and tried to stand up fully. But Mal kept her firmly half leaning on him. To that she smiled. "My name is Kaylee Frye, I wanted to see Dr Simon Tam."

"Frye. Frye. Right here. Your appointment is in a moment."
"My what? I didn't call or Nothin' of the sort."
"Right here. Kaywinnit Lee Frye, right?"

Kaylee winced at her full name, but nodded. "Mal how did they know I was comin' before we got here?" She asked, half expecting some mess of officers to come out, having known her name and tired her with Serenity. They knew she was here, here with Mal. What if it was the Alliance was here? Calm Kaylee. Calm. Kaylee looked around, expecting something.