06th landing . video, spam

[landfall]

[ video ; a few hours before the end of port ; open ]

[ Red eyes and messed-up hair, guess who just woke up. ]

Elena! Where the frak - are you in the city. Are you dead. Don't be dead.

[ added soon after, also open: ]

Dean! What did you do with Elena's pants?

[ spam ; last few hours of port ]

[ Racetrack is buying out every single astrological sign thing from a kitschy little shop. All of it. Pillows. Jewelry. Notebooks. Hairbands.

This is probably near a beach somewhere. ]

[ video ; after port ]

Nothing like seeing a real live planet...

I'm awake, if anyone was worried.

Anyone want to go run a few miles?

Comments

private

[surfaceshine]

Same question to you.

private

[deshabille]

Because you found her.

private

[surfaceshine]

It's what I do.

private

[deshabille]

Well, it's what I am.

private

[surfaceshine]

Yeah, in a place that exports folk songs and soldiers that have to look like guys to be taken seriously.

This is my world, or close enough. I've been to that city. This is what I do and where I do it.

private

[deshabille]

That's not -

[She snarls, frustrated.]

Fine. Never mind.

For the record, you don't know anything about what I've done to be taken seriously.

private

[surfaceshine]

Hey Mal?

private

[deshabille]

Now what?

private

[surfaceshine]

Shut up.

private

[deshabille]

You're not my sergeant.

[But this is slightly calmer.]

private

[surfaceshine]

No, but I'm your friend.

private

[deshabille]

[A moment's pause. Slightly awkward? Maybe. She will never admit to it. Obviously she's just thinking.]

Good thing, too, you'd make a terrible sergeant.

private

[surfaceshine]

Yeah well that's why I'm a hunter, not a Marine.

private

[deshabille]

After some consideration, I think hunters and corporals are roughly equivalent ranks as far as these things can be measured.

So, you shut up.

private

[surfaceshine]

I refuse to be bound by your narrow view of rank and order. I'm a rebel.

So you shut up.

private

[deshabille]

That's ridiculous. I'm clearly the more rebellious one between the two of us.

So you shut up.

private

[surfaceshine]

You're the one who joined the military. That makes you part of a chain of command.

So I'll be happy to shut up, right after you.

private

[deshabille]

I joined the military in a way that would likely get me in serious and painful trouble had I been discovered any way other than the way I was. I was displacing command.

So I'm not going to shut up.

[Bright gleaming joyous smile.]

private

[surfaceshine]

My entire life doesn't even exist - I'm supposed to be dead where I'm from. They think I'm a serial killer and a cultist and a bank robber. I've led two lives of delinquency.

So neither am I.

[He winks at her, grinning right back.]

private

[deshabille]

-- Been busy, haven't you?

Well, at least we understand each other.

[And a wink right back. This is what they do.]

private

[surfaceshine]

[Dean just smiles. He has. She knows it.

This is what they do.]

Perfectly.

See you 'round, dumpling.