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[badinlatin]

Yes.

It's true.

Captain. In Purple Suspenders.

If he didn't like them, he wouldn't have worn them again, right?

At any rate, he seems to be very pleased at all the food he and the crew received. He's trying to figure out how it's going to get all back to the ship, honestly.

"Protein ain't that bad..."

Might as well work on some of it now, as he looks through the rest of his presents. Samantha's scarf goes immediately around his neck, while Lilly's stamp - a small wooden chicken, of course - is tested out in Samantha's notebook.

R.S.C. Approved, baby.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Passing by, Snow gives Mal a nod.

"Evening, Mal. Happy holidays."

[badinlatin]

Mal smiles at Snow, feeling slightly goofy and waving at her with the end of his new scarf.

"Evenin' to you too, Snow - how've ya been?"

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

"I've been all right, thanks. Things have been pretty calm, as we've been staying in around the holidays. And yourself?"

[badinlatin]

"Busy, actually - got two marriages and a kid soon enough on the boat. Crazy crazy time, in my 'verse," Mal returns amiably. No reason to bring up anything to damage his mood.

"Be happy for a chance for things to calm themselves a spell, actually."

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

"Impressive. It's good to hear that things are going so well."

She takes a bite of a paradox and offers the plate to Mal.

"Might not be as calm within the bar, but I'd need to get in more to know for certain . . ."

[the_lioness]

*It's no great shock that the purple catches Alanna's eye. Curious, she stops next to him and motions to the suspenders.*

I did not know those came in purple. I like them.

*She grins and takes a bite of her apple.* And protein is good for you.

[badinlatin]

"Uhm. Xiexie?" Mal replies, a confused rendition of a smile on his face as he turns to this new woman. "You'd have to ask my mechanic where she got 'em - didn't know they existed in the 'verse."

[the_lioness]

*She tilts her head and smiles apologetically.*

Pardon my manners, sir. It's just that I'm rather fond of purple. *Wiping her hand on her breeches, she bows slightly.* I'm Sir Alanna of Trebond and Olau. What's a mechanic?

[badinlatin]

"Oh, you'd like Kaylee, then." Mal dips his head in response to the introduction, adding, "Captain Malcolm Reynolds, of Serenity.

"As far as the mechanic bit...'s someone that works on machines, keeps 'em going."

[the_lioness]

Captain Mal Reynolds. I've heard a great deal about you. Kaylee, too. In fact, I was once told that Kaylee and I would likely get on well. *Alanna beams, turning a chair around and straddling it before she loses her nerve.* Ah, yes. Machines. We don't have machines in my world.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack heads over to the bar after going for his usual run, his ears, nose, and cheeks red from the cold. He grabs a watter bottle that appears on the bar and downs half of it before noticing Mal, heading in his direction.

"Hungry?" he asks with a lopsided smile.

[badinlatin]

Laughing, "Not hardly, Jack. Just pickin' up presents for the crew. Seems to me that folk 'round here don't appreciate the value of a good protein bar."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack tilts his head slightly, his nose wrinkling. "Protein bars? Don't tell me those are your usual fare."

[badinlatin]

Mal shrugs. "Real food's expensive in my 'verse, Jack. I do live on a spaceship, remember?"

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but...ugh," he says with a shudder. "You'd think a society with the technology for space travel, they could manage better food than that. Then again, there's a hell of a lot of things my world should be able to prevent with its technology."

[smallestopener]

Ingress is wearing a purple shawl, so she runs over to Mal, holding part of it out to match up to his suspenders.

"Mal, Mal, we match! I like your suspenders."

[badinlatin]

Mal grins. He had almost forgotten the suspenders, actually - shame on him indeed.

"That we do miss Ingress! And what a pretty shawl that is! 'Fraid these things don't match up."

[smallestopener]

"Did you have a happy Christmas? I did, but I couldn't come visit here, except once, and I missed everybody."

[badinlatin]

"I very much did - had fun planetside for a spell; went to a friend's house."

As much as Crowley can be called 'friend' and not 'helpful business acquiantance'.

"I was only about to give presents to folk. Did you get anythin' fun for Christmas?"

[smallestopener]

"I got lots of fun things. I got a dollhouse, and the dolls walk and talk! And I got my beeeeyooootiful new shawl."

She wraps it lavishly around her.

"And I got dress up clothes, and a new tiara, and Gavroche gave me a dollie and lots of books."

[ladyfirestarter]

There's a red-haired woman in a blue jeans and a grey sweatshirt nearby.

Lord only knows what she makes of the purple suspenders.

[badinlatin]

Mal doesn't even know what he makes of them yet, besides the fact that he wears them because they're from Kaylee.

Although he sees someone he hasn't really seen around before, he seems to preoccupied with his new journal to give Charlie anything more than a short wave.

[ladyfirestarter]

Something about him seems vaguely familiar.

She waves back, and heads for the bar.

"Irish coffee, please."

[badinlatin]

Mal looks up again from his journal - he's writing out a travelogue for Samantha as a sort of present - and stands to go to the bar for himself.

"Black tea, please." As the cup materializes, Mal says a "Hello" to the stranger.

"Haven't seen you about. New?"

[ladyfirestarter]

"Relatively. I first came in a couple of months ago, but I don't get in here very often."

She offers her hand. "Charlie McGee."