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milliways_bar2006-01-21 11:37 pm
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Fly, my monkeys, fly! Do my evil bidding!
-- is what Wash would be saying if knew anything about The Wizard or Oz. Or, in fact, had flying monkeys on hand.
Instead, he has a remote-controlled Hummer, which is turning swift figure-eights around the many table legs in the bar...and, through the miracle of modern technology and a few well-placed modifications, has a small vid recorder mounted on top.
It's almost as good.
-- is what Wash would be saying if knew anything about The Wizard or Oz. Or, in fact, had flying monkeys on hand.
Instead, he has a remote-controlled Hummer, which is turning swift figure-eights around the many table legs in the bar...and, through the miracle of modern technology and a few well-placed modifications, has a small vid recorder mounted on top.
It's almost as good.
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"And it's hard not to miss this place, we got locked out of here for over a month back in the fall -- you forget how much you're relying on it. Even the little stuff. Like, just having fresh food you can get whenever you want. You know what the going price is for blueberries back home? Were I not greedy and saving all of it for myself, I'd smuggle back a boxful and keep Serenity in the sky for a month."
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"I lost most of my family when I was younger. My father died in the line of duty as an SPD officer. My mother, well, she took care of me but we never were that close."
The young man sighs a bit. He glances at the guitar and smirks.
"I guess you could say that my team is my family."
He holds up the bracelet with the red rangers shifting in and out of costume. He stares at the picture of Jack for a moment longer, and then at his father. He sighs and shakes his head.
"Even if one of them left."
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One hundred and sixty waves piled up in a lost account, unread for thirteen years.
Wash doesn't speak for a minute.
"Same way with all of us," he murmurs finally, and takes a long swallow of alcohol. "Even if they leave."
A small quirk of a smile, somewhat flattened at the corners. "I mean, they always know where to come back to, right?"