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Mel got a note with her lunch.

She read it. She read it again.

Then she wrote a reply:

Dent,
Come talk to me. Purple/blue hair. Big red axe.
Mel Fray

The hair, the axe, the Security badge and cheese-fondue-for-one can now be found at her usual central table, where the Slayer is kicking back and wondering if Steph would know who he is.

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That may or may not have been Mel's thought process as well.

"And more fun," she remarks.

"Just so long as it's fun far away from me at the business end o' the thing."

After approximately six apple slices, Mal's chin thumps down on Mel's table.

"I'm bored."

"Not enough people trying to kill you?"

Actually, that's sympathy, not sarcasm. Mel hates boredom.

"Piss someone off."

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Still from the table: "I haven't had someone try to shoot me in months. We're headed to Ezra though; maybe that'll change."

To Mel's suggestion, Mal shakes his head. "Haven't had a problem in the bar in a good long while. Any recommendations as to who I should pick on?"

That's a serious question and deserves consideration.

"Not me," Mel suggests. "You couldn't take me.

"Anyone really got it coming?"

"I'm wounded.

"Not anyone I can think of. Ain't seen War in forever, Niska neither."

"Tried messing with Raph?"

That's always fun. For Mel.

"Don't even think I know him well enough to."

Chortle. "Not that that stopped Jayne any."

Mel smirks.

"If there's no one in bar, do something out. Not like you're stuck in."

"Field trip does sound nice."

There's a couple options: Mal's not gone riding this week, so that could happen. Maybe.

"What's your plan this afternoon? Nothin'?"

"Not counting on doing anything 'scept a bartender."

Mel shrugs. "He can wait. What're you thinking?"

"That badge gets you back to Milliways from any world, right?"

The next part's actually a suggestion.

"There's got to be at least one world out there that ain't a deathtrap."

"And maybe a few that are?"

What? Mel's looking to alleviate boredom.

"How'd you plan on getting there?"

"There's got to be someone around here that wouldn't hate us wanderin' through their where and when."

Raising an eyebrow: "'Less you had errands to run in your 'verse, but I don't think I'd...blend."

"Wouldn't fit, the grab I got waiting for me when I get home."

There's going to be vent crawling. Mel-sized people only.

"All right. You find a world, I'll come along."

"'Kay."

Mal stands up and wanders off; a man with a plan.

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