Enter Mal Reynolds.

[badinlatin]

The hatch opens and Mal rights himself, somewhere in the back of his mind double-checking that his gun is still on his hip. The corridor wasn't a corridor anymore, and instead of seeing anyone he recognized he saw a wide expanse of people, and...rats? Blinking, wondering if he had kissed anyone lately, Mal came to the realization that he was perfectly capable of eloquently explaining his confusion at this particular juncture.

"Huh."

If he recognized nothing else, he recognized a bar in the corner opposite to the door he had just walked through. At least this place has one. Find a stool, figure out where you are. Good plan.

[OOC: First ever intro post for mun. >.O; Gentleness appreciated?]

[[Summary: Snow gives Mal all the necessary information, Mal chats up Richard and tries Scotch, enters into a bit of a still ongoing dancing around with Ace, and begins a convo with Raph. And then there is River, Roland, and the bit where Mal finds out what gunslingers are and all that. Yeah.]]

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow, millitimed to pre-break, approaches*

Welcome to Milliways.

[badinlatin]

Um. Thank you. So...where am I? And, if I can, what's your name?

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Milliways is the restauarant at the end of the universe. I'm Snow White.

[badinlatin]

End of the universe? Ta ma de. So...how did I end up here? What really is here? Oh, Wash best be explaining this all to me when I get back to my ship.

Can I get back to my ship?

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

The bar pulls people here from all different times and places. You can probably get back to your ship, unless you're Bound. You know Wash? I met him here once.

[lastgunslinger]

There's a man in a brown coat sitting at the bar with a glass of something that looks vaguely alcoholic.

He nods to the other man, sizing him up.

[badinlatin]

[One of these days I will go somewhere without fightin' someone.]

He nods back, hoping that his general confusion about his new location isn't given away too much.

[lastgunslinger]

"You're new."

Gunslingers are observant. Say sorry.

That, and Roland makes it his business to notice newcomers who carry iron.

"First drink's on the bar. What would you have?"

[badinlatin]

"Ng ka Pae, if you have it; sorta hard to find in some parts..."

A brown liquor in an exotic glass appears in front of Mal's right hand, startling Mal only just enough so that his hand flinches away from the new arrival for a moment.
Hmm. "That's new."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Due to the wonders of Millitime, Richard is behind the bar.

"Good evening, sir, what can I get for you?"

[badinlatin]

"Something of whatever you've got. At this point" *slight chuckle* "I seem to be open to anything."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He nods and pours the man a Scotch.

"Here you are. I'm Richard, let me know if you need anything else."

He finds glasses to clean.

"This your first night here?"

[badinlatin]

"Yes." A sip of the Scotch. "Well, that's somethin' I've never had before; [thank you]."

"So, I'm tryin' to think as to how I can ask this without lookin' all manner of stupid...how did I get here?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's an Ace. A sleepy Ace. An Ace who looks a good deal more alert after she hears Mal speaking Chinese to other people. She still doesn't know the language (despite how long she's badgered Wash), but she knows the sound of it.
This bloke doesn't look like a bad sort...
But then, neither had the last one.
Warily, she watches him like a hawk from her curled up position in her comfy chair.

[badinlatin]

As if Mal wasn't achingly alert already, he could feel someone in the corner, boring holes into him from her own little corner of the room.

Finish your drink, then if she's still watchin' ya, go find out why.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Watching like a hawk, actually. Or maybe like a great cat. She's not sure what that other bloke had gotten up to to scare Wash so badly, but she's not about to allow a repeat.

[badinlatin]

Glass gets placed back down on the bar, and a sideways glance tells him that whoever this woman is is still watchin' him like she got somethin' to say. Might as well let her say it.

*Sits down in the seat across from her chair* "Hello."

[flybywash]

[ooc: *pokes you* Is AIM working on your end? Because you should definitely hop on if it is. :)]

[badinlatin]

[ooc:it's driving me crazy! I'll try again.]

[mnt_raph]

*Oh look, another new guy who looks like he's brings trouble where ever he goes.

Raph keeps an eye on this new guy, hoping he won't be as Jayne Cobb-ish as the last new guy.*

[badinlatin]

Mal just got used to the idea that saying what he wanted to drink would make the drink appear when he noticed yet another person in this place who seemed to be paying him more than his fair share of attention.

[mnt_raph]

*Okay, he didn't mouth off like the last guy did, maybe this'll be alright. Maybe.*

Everythin' alright over there?

[badinlatin]

Could be worse, most like. The bar has Ng Ka Pae.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OMG. *fangirls you shamelessly*]

[badinlatin]

[ooc: Much thanks. :) Didn't think little ole' me would incite such fangirling.]