Malcolm Reynolds (soverypretty) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-09-06 17:07:00 |
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It was bad enough that Malcolm Reynolds, a name that somewhat demanded the title of Captain, was stuck in a place that didn't even have a notion of space travel, but the amount of people showing up here was getting ridiculous. The living, the dead, people who seemed to know him, and people who could use all kinds of strange magic or powers. Strangest of all, was likely the notion that they were on Earth. Even that seemed small compared to the fact that Mal was sharing his apartment, which he couldn't believe he was stuck in, with his best friend and her newly reunited, non-dead, husband - which Mal was equally struggling with. Then Inara had shown up, and just as quickly disappeared. Everything felt completely turned about and, while Zoe might have sworn this place was actually decent, Mal was still struggling to see it. It seemed everyone who had been brought here wasn't very happy about it, which Mal supposed made sense. Finding the upside to, what appeared to be some kind of strange, physics breaking, sense of kidnapping, never mind going into a place where everyone said sorry and gave you somewhere to live, was probably a little hard. He couldn't imagine anyone having gone through this before and his theories had mostly been confirmed as he'd spent his time pouring over the PDA. Today, Mal was on one of his, exceptionally rare, ventures out. He'd just needed some space, some air to think, and something to eat. He'd heard lots of people rave about this 'Granny's', and had decided it was high time he visited it. Besides, it wasn't like it was far, and some hot food and a decent cup of something worth drinking that wouldn't cause an early blindness, probably wouldn't hurt. The town was still strange and the walks never ceased to leave Mal kind of bewildered. Everything just felt so...simple. Everybody seemed real polite too and, short of a few observed conversations on the network, Mal hadn't seen so much as a dusting of honest crime outside of some kids and, what he assumed, was some kind of harmless prank. It was...something else, that was for sure. So lost in the thoughts was he that, as he pushed through the door of Granny's, he almost bowled some poor girl right over. Mal's quick reflexes, and equally as sharp thinking, drew him out in a wide circle, as he tried to avoid bumping into anything else, or otherwise making a scene. It mostly worked too, with little more than Mal's arm bumping her shoulder as he came to a stop. It wasn't graceful - or maybe it was, if you really knew the man in question. "My apologies." Mal offered, which made his brows quirk up in confusion. "Huh. Don't know when the last time that's happened was.." He added, before shaking himself off and looking over at the girl. "You all right? Didn't spill nothin' of yours did I?" |