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[badinlatin]

Yes, it is a Cap'n.

Might be hard to recognize really, as he is not wearing his traditional duster and suspenders; can't deal with 'em sitting over his fun new soon-to-be pretty scars, y'see.

Slipping his way to the Bar pretty much unnoticed - he thinks - he picks up some hot tea and finds an overstuffed chair and ottoman somewhere near the observation window.

[OOM: Mal is off for the night, as mun cannot sleep through her alarm clock again tomorrow. If one is particularly interested, tag for a slowtimed convo tomorrow.]

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Well, hey there, Captain Schmoopy-pants. You're looking awfully Not-Exploded," Faith greets, cheerfully, joining him.

Her hair - still arse-length - is braided, so he is spared the hair-inna-face.

[badinlatin]

"Hey, Faith," Mal smiles ohsobrightly, before announcing.

"But I did get exploded." Mal points to his back, where a bandage is visible through his cotton shirt. "Right here."

"...Did you scalp some folk and add it to your own hair?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"I know you did. I saw the aftermath. And speaking as somebody who has been exploded herself, congratulations on surviving."

She shrugs, smiling. "Nah. Dream took me on a little vacation. Few hours here, five months where I was. Needed the time away."

[badinlatin]

Mal nods at that.

"Been thinkin' of a vacation my own self. 'Course, I have to see what's going on in the minds o' the crew."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith grins wryly.

"Benefit of being friends with the Endless - time is kind of a suggestion. I could have been gone for years and had only a second pass if I'd wanted to."

[badinlatin]

With Mal having had only minimal interactions with Endless, has to offer a Mal-patented squint of confusion.

"Not sure my brain could handle playin' with time like that. Time goes fast enough; don't need folk slowing it down for me just as I am getting used to the pace o' things."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"It's not exactly easy on mine either. But I needed to get away, and this way I don't slack off on my responsibilities here, see?"

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

Lando, lost in a bit of thought, passes by.

"Good afternoon. Or is it evening?"

[badinlatin]

"For me it's evenin', sir," Mal returns. "Might be different in your 'verse."

"Don't think I seen you about here before."

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"Honestly, I think it's still morning back where I come from." Lando extends his hand.

"Lando Calrissian. I've been coming here for about three weeks, my time."

[badinlatin]

"Malcolm Reynolds." Mal accepts the handshake somewhat awkwardly, as he is forced to do so with his left hand.

"Sorry - havin' bit of an issue with the other side bein' a bit sore. Doc said I gotta take it easy for a while."

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"It's okay. I think everyone has a few days like that. Guess I'm lucky I don't get them that often." Lando wonders just what happened, but doesn't ask, of course.

[badinlatin]

Few. Heh.

"Been gettin' 'em a bit too of'en I think. At least I won't have to worry 'bout the Alliance on my back for awhile." Mal settles in for another sip of tea, not exactly realizing that he should explain Alliance to folk he don't know directly.

[awesome_lilly]

Maybe not so unnoticed. Lilly plops down on the ottoman, smiling brightly at him.

"Captain mu ji! It's really good to see you up and about."

[badinlatin]

"Lilly! [What up sai?]" Mal leans forward to hug Lilly tight as soon as she makes a safe landing.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly returns the hug happily.

"Hey, I came to see you yesterday but you were totally passed out. You feeling better today?"

[badinlatin]

"Yeah, shiny - can't wear my jacket's kinda irritatin', but I manage." Mal readjusts himself in his chair, putting his heels up on a teeny corner of the occupied ottoman.

"Simon keeps uppin' the nerve block on my back; can't feel too much where he pulled pointy things outta me."

[awesome_lilly]

Because Mal has been Tragically Wounded while in the process of being a Big Damn Hero, Lilly tries very hard not to giggle or make shrapnel inna ass jokes.

She pretty much succeeds, too.

"Well that's good, right? Sounds like it's more effective then popping some Percoset, anyway."

[badinlatin]

Wouldn't this be good timin' for a joke from 'er? Hmm.

"Very effective. Simon keeps uppin' it apparently to stop me from rippin' stitches. I kinda want to anyway to see him try to scold me."

Mal is bizarre. Apologies.

[sai_delgado]

At some point after Cuthbert is settled on the couch and talking comfortably with friends, Susan notices Mal in the chair near the window.

And oh, but the smile that suddenly appears is very bright-- with a murmured word to the others, she comes across the room.

"Long days and pleasant nights, Mal."

[badinlatin]

Mal looks up to Susan, and promptly stands to offer a hug.

"'S good to see ya, Susan," Mal beams. "How is Cuthbert?"

[sai_delgado]

She hugs him back, gently and with care for his injury. Susan's smile is bright.

"It's good to see ye-- to see ye awake, and here," she clarifies.

"'Bert's doing all right, if fidgety. He'll be better soon, we hope."

[badinlatin]

"Shiny - and I'm always fidgety, what with lead gettin' removed and all. Fidgety's good."

Mal sits back down and motions for Susan to follow.

"How's everyone else? Anthy, Tom, Roland, River? Ain't seen a one of 'em about yet."

[sai_delgado]

"River's fine," she assures him, but Susan's looking out the observation window as she talks.

"Tom and Anthy-- I didn't understand clear what it were-- but they're all right, I think."

Softly, oh so softly, she adds,

"Roland's gone."

[badinlatin]

"No, I heard that from Wash," Mal adds, although his face has lost a bit of the smile. "When's he back?"