0001 [Dictated/Action]

[iaimtomisbehave]

[Mal appears in the castle lobby. He stumbles slightly, looking around. He's more than a bit irritated.]

Zoe! What the good gorram is this? [He makes a disgusted sound at the journal.]

Y'all want to be explainin' to me what the hell is goin' on here? Where's my ship? Where's my crew, come to that? Wouldn't mind knowing where the ruttin hell I am in the meantime as well. I'm lost, I'm angry, I'm armed, and I expect an explanation right about now.

[A pause as he realizes his coat and gun are nowhere to be found.]

Now that's just about two steps too far. You take a man's coat and gun, least you can do is introduce yourself to my face, make it a fair fight.

[ooc: Feel free to freak Mal out through the journal, or if you're feeling brave, approach him in the lobby.]

Comments

Voice

[deltacain]

Nothing's fair about this place.

[Excuse the pessimist here.]

Voice

[iaimtomisbehave]

[There's a thump as Mal drops the journal when he hears the voice coming from it.]

Da-shiang bao-tza shr duh lah doo-tze, what the hell?

Voice

[deltacain]

[Well. Chinese... Nice.]

Fàngsōng. Zhè zhǐshì zázhì shàng. Zhè shì wǒmen yòng zài zhèlǐ gōutōng.

("Relax. It's just the journal. It's what we use to communicate around here.")

You speak Chinese?

Voice

[iaimtomisbehave]

Communicate? Like a wave?

English mostly. Don't go expectin' much more from me than simple stuff.

Ooga booga! A talking book!

[pint_sized_carnivore]

Another new person... Ugh, this castle...!

Yeah, dude. No one is gonna come out and kick you or fight you or anything. The castle is a lot more of a friggin' douchenozzle than that!

[Clearly she's not happy at the moment. He might hear why. There's the sound of a little girl in the background with Chie]

Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain

[iaimtomisbehave]

Friggin' douchenozzle? I don't even know what that means.

[pint_sized_carnivore]

Sheesh. I forgot not everyone who comes in here are from Earth or from my time.

[iaimtomisbehave]

You're from Earth-that-was? Just how are you here?

[kethedammit]

Hocus shit. Won't kill you, though.

[iaimtomisbehave]

Well, that sure does put the mind at ease. Don't much like being transported somewhere against my will.

[kethedammit]

You think I'm doing a jig? Happens to everybody, no matter if'n they like it.

[iaimtomisbehave]

I don't like it, not at all. Just where the hell am I?

[heloise]

Would a name make a fair exchange for your coat and gun?

[iaimtomisbehave]

Not particularly, but then at least I get to know the name of the person I'm killing.

[heloise]

So if I give you my name, you would kill me?

[iaimtomisbehave]

Did you take my coat and gun?

[thebestseller]

Oh, my God. Oh, my GOD.

WE HAVE ENTERED THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

[Castle begins humming the theme.]

hover for translation!

[iaimtomisbehave]

[Mal spins around to see...himself. Older. Oh no.]

Ching-wah tsao duh liou mahng. What in the ruttin' hell is this?

[thebestseller]

It's the coolest thing ever, is what is is!

[Castle sounds genuinely delighted and is practically bouncing up and down.]

I have met my clone!

Action to spice this up

[wizard_redfive]

[This is about when Dairine steps out of the kitchen with a banana and a bemused expression. She might not look like much: fourteen year old girl with a small build and a Para-brand Starfleet t-shirt. But make no mistake; Dairine is a force to be reckoned with.]

Who's fighting who?

Action

[iaimtomisbehave]

[Mal spins around, spoiling for a fight, but when he sees the small girl, he forces himself to calm down. His hands are still clenched in fists at his side, though.]

I'll be fightin' whoever saw fit to take my coat and gun, little one.

Action forever

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine is not that initimated by clenched fists. Not many people were dumb enough to hit a girl half their size, even after just arriving, and even fewer could win such a fight.]

Uh huh. You're new, aren't ya?

[pompous_today]

... Captain.

[There's a note of surprise in Simon's voice.]

Your coat and gun are probably lost for good, I am afraid.

[iaimtomisbehave]

Doc, that you? Whaddya mean, lost for good?

[pompous_today]

Yes. River and I are the only ones from our world here.

[Pen tap pen tap.]

When you arrive in Paradisa, it takes something you value from you. Permanently. I, for example, lost some of my memories.