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[slayer_fray]

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.

Comments

[badinlatin]

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?"

[slayer_fray]

That's a serious question and deserves consideration.

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

"Anyone really got it coming?"

[badinlatin]

"I'm wounded.



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

[slayer_fray]

"Tried messing with Raph?"

That's always fun. For Mel.

[badinlatin]

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

Chortle. "Not that that stopped Jayne any."

[slayer_fray]

Mel smirks.

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

[badinlatin]

"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'?"

[slayer_fray]

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

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

[badinlatin]

"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."

[slayer_fray]

"And maybe a few that are?"

What? Mel's looking to alleviate boredom.

"How'd you plan on getting there?"

[badinlatin]

"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."

[slayer_fray]

"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."

[badinlatin]

"'Kay."

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