A note, reposted.

[badinlatin]

Mal, while talking to one Mr. Cal Chandler, felt it was necessary to write out a note, so he stands to post it before returning to Cal's table.

To any and all pilot people:

Find Cal Chandler. He is unfamiliar with spaceships and needs a gorram hobby.

Mal Reynolds

[ooc: Leave IC notes for Cal here!]

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[necessary_child]

Sam, on spotting the note, grins. It's a very good idea.

He heads off to find Atton.

[mad-dog-maguire.livejournal.com]

In angular script:

To: Mr. Cal Chandler

Spaceships are not my specialty, but if you are up for flying planes, I can do that.

-- 'Mad Dog' Maguire

[isaysimplewords]

A note back, a little while later.

Mr. Maguire,

If you don't mind someone whose starting from square one, I'm game.

Cal

[visible_sariel]

sariel spots that note when she passes close to the noticeboard, pauses to read it, then walks away with a considering expression on her face.

She doesn't know Cal Chandler from the proverbial Adam, but a message like that isn't something she can ignore.

There may very well be a note left for Cal later.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Scribbled, just barely legibly:

- Cal Chandler.

A friend of yours (he calls himself Sammy the Midget, about two feet high, black hair, squeaky voice) asked me to contact you about spaceships. I've been a pilot for a good thirteen years and can teach you how to fly a starfighter, if you want.

Leave me a note or find me in the bar (I'm the tall dark-haired guy with nine fingers and a lightsaber) if you're interested.

- A.R.

[isaysimplewords]

Lightsaber. Good thing Mal mentioned the Jedi thing already. It could be something else, the note's not easy to read, but it probably isn't.

Cal chuckles at the description of Sam - while not being surprised in the least that Sam decided to get involved - and writes back:

A. R.,

Thanks. I'll keep an eye out for you.

Cal

[necessary_child]

And underneath, in rather more legible script:

Dear Atton,

I hate you. Very much.

Hearts, Sam.