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.]]

Comments

[lastgunslinger]

Roland shakes his head.

Quietly: "She's a gunslinger born. What was done to her has naught to do with that."

He looks at River as he says this.

[river_meimei]

River's face tightens a little, but otherwise she doesn't appear to be paying attention. The rafter is very interesting.

[badinlatin]

Statement of the obvious. "I'm not really comprehending all of this, but if she is what you say she is...that makes the situation a mite clearer as to how she can do what my crew has seen her do."

I should probably get another drink.

"I'll be sure to find you another time. About the sword fight."

[ooc: I need to slowtime. First post and all that. Thank you both so much!]

[lastgunslinger]

"I look forward to it."

Roland lifts his glass to Mal, slightly. "Long days and pleasant nights."

[OOC: No, thank you. *loves you and your Mal like whoa*]