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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[go-between.livejournal.com]

"It's a personal favourite of mine and I try to share it when I can. 'S called Scotch."

He smiles.

"It's not a stupid question, but I'm afraid I can't answer it. We all get here differently."

[badinlatin]

"How did you get here then? Just, walkin' through a door?" Another sip.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"Through a service tunnel, actually. One minute I'm underneath London, the next, I'm at the end of the universe."

[badinlatin]

"Well, you definitely don't seem the type to be walkin' 'round my world."

A beat. "Londinium, didya say?"

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"Actually I fit rather well into a few worlds. People don't notice me."

He shakes his head.

"Just plain old London."

[badinlatin]

"And where is that exactly?" Blink. "Wait...Earth-that-was had a London."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"Earth still is in my time, and yes, I'm from that London. Well, Glasgow, really, but I moved to London after Uni. And where are you from, sir?"

[badinlatin]

"I live on a ship, and Earth-That-Was has been Earth-That-Was for a long while. Bout 500 years, tell true."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He blinks in surprise.

"You're from quite some time in my future if you're from my universe. It's about 1997 for me."

[badinlatin]

"That's a new development." All this movin' about time doesn't work too well for poor Mal.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He shrugs and tops off the man's Scotch.

"We're from all times and places here."

[badinlatin]

"Do you just...stay? No desire for coming or going or some such?"

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head.

"I stayed here for a few months, but I live in my lover's world now. But no, I have no desire to return to my homeworld, if that's what you're asking."

[badinlatin]

"I understand making your home somewhere else." Studies his second Scotch.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard nods and leaves it at that. Asking personal questions can get one into a lot of trouble.

"What should I call you?"

[badinlatin]

Ah. "Mal Reynolds. And you are?"

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"Richard Mayhew."

He holds out a hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Reynolds."

[badinlatin]

Shakes Richard's hand. Nice to know someone calm 'round here.

"Nice to meet ya too, Mr. Mayhew." Look at that, Mal has manners.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"Will you be needing a room for the night or are you able to go home?"

[badinlatin]

"No, I'm thinkin' I should go back in a bit. Have a little palaver with my crew, find out how much they knew 'bout this place and didn't tell me." Angry? Sorta. Anger'll probably last about thirty seconds.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He raises an eyebrow.

"Your crew comes here and didn't tell you?"

[badinlatin]

"Oh how I wish that had been the biggest surprise of my night." A slight wince. "At this rate, I'd probably believe that they did tell me, I just didn't believe them."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't have believed in this place until I saw it for myself either."

[badinlatin]

[ooc: Can I slowtime this? I'm still trying to get past the whole, "This thing moves so fast."; not really used to everything.]

[go-between.livejournal.com]

{ooc: Slowtime is great. I need sleep. Thanks for playing, it was fun meeting Mal. ^_^}