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Sally is planning a wedding tonight as she walks back into Milliways. Ladden down with lists and books, she squeeks pleasantly when she finds herself in a different yet familiar place.

She takes a seat at a table and sets out all of her things carefully.

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Mugen's a weirdo, but Sally's not getting that.

She proceeds to unstitch her arm from her body, right up just past the elbow.

It falls softly to the floor and then clambers over to her. She picks it up and places it on the table.

What the...

When the arm walks back over to her, he jumps back out of his chair.

That ain't right.

"Shit."

Jayne Cobb had nearly that same exact reaction. Except Sally doesn't remember him cussing. But Mugen doesn't get that held against him. Mostly because Sally's in a REALLY good mood.

"I'm sorry." She quickly sews herself back together. "I'm very sorry... um. What is your name?"

"Mugen."

He's still staring at her damn arm: that was fucked up.

"Just Mugen."

"Nice to meet you, Just! I'm Sally." She puts out her hand to shake, but quickly pulls back.

"Sorry."

"Ha. No, not Just. It's Mugen. My name's Mugen." Real curious, his eyes follow her hand and when she pulls it back he shrugs, but he gives her a little bow. That's how they greet each other where he's from.

But other people here, they do the handshake thing and he ain't too old to learn a few new tricks, so he holds out his hand for her. "I ain't afraid of your hand or nothin'. I ain't afraid of nothin'. C'mon. I'll arm-wrestle you for it."

He laughs. "Just kidding." Really, if he wants her hand that bad he's got a katana. But he tries not to cut off peoples' arms unless they really piss him off.

It'd probably just slap him in the face if he did anyway.

Sally laughs softly, but still, she peers at him quizzically.

"I'm sorry. Nice to meet you, Mugen." She bows (she's seen that gesture too) and gives him her hand (not literally, of course).

She don't feel real and he almost pulls back, but just like he told her, he ain't afraid of nothin'. He just shakes her hand, glad when it don't come off in his.

"Sally. I ain't never met a ragdoll before." That ain't so surprising, though: he grew up alone on an island full of prisoners. Maybe there was someone took care of him when he was a little shit, but it ain't like he remembers if they did. So far as he knows, he's always been on his own.

He's good with that.

"Where you from, Sally?" Shit, there's pirates here and wizards and chicks wearing yellow shit and bitches in the lake and ain't none of 'em from Japan like he is, and if he could read he'd probably know enough to know he ought to wonder where the hell they're all from and why they're here and how they got here, but his world view's a little smaller than that.

Okay, a lot smaller. When the only way you got to get anyplace is your own damn feet, the whole concept of getting out more is a little bit limited.

He ain't even seen much of Japan.

"Halloween Town. And I'm the only ragdoll, at least, the only one I've ever met. And where are you from?"

"Lately? Nagasaki. Japan."

Just in case she don't know where Nagasaki is any more'n he knows where Halloween Town is. "But I was born in the Ryukyus, way south."

Seems kind of redundant to say they're islands. As far as he knows -- which ain't far -- all of Japan's islands anyhow.

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