trans_9 | Sooo...Meet-y

"Yeah, seriously." Mal looked surprised at her reaction. "Best answer I've gotten out of anyone, really."

"Plans are good, if they're solid and straightforward enough," Mal agreed. "But sometimes, gettin' a weapon and shootin' things works just as well," he added. "At least, that's worked for me."

"Sounds like there's a lot of brains on board this ship." Mal laughed slightly. "Shouldn't be long before some sort of plan's been made up, then."

Mal gets a full out grin from Jo now, and he's unknowingly made a new best friend.

"Oh yeah, I completely agree. Sometimes you need to shoot first and ask questions later." She smirks a little, and leans back looking him over for a moment. "You get to bring any of your weapons with you?" Yes, Jo is a big fan of guns and shiny weapons.

"Hopefully they do," Jo sighed. "But anyway. Want a few tips for living on this ship?"

Mal returns the smile, a wider one than the ones he'd given her before, because he already considers her a friend.

"Not many people realize that sometimes that's what you have to do in a tight situation," Mal said, also smirking. But then the smirk disappeared, and he shook his head. "Arrived here without a one. That normal around here?"

"Oh, and whatever tips you have, they'd be appreciated."

"What? No weapons? Bummer." She unholstered her baretta and showed it to him. "I came with this and few other of my guns. Seriously? Nothing for you in Weapons and Possesions? Or have you found your way there yet?"

Man, Jo felt for the guy. Seriously if she'd been put on this ship without her guns, she would have been pissed off.

"OK, tip one, don't eat the ship gloop unless you take it into the Sensoriums. At least there it tastes like real stuff." she says ticking off a finger. "Two, don't start any fights unless you're in the mood to be bitch slapped by Stacy - NOT fun." she ticked off another finger. "And uh, be careful what you think. There are telepaths on board."

"Yeah, not an ideal situation. I don't much like not bein' armed, you know?" He inspected her baretta closely. "Looks like a good weapon. And I didn't know there was one of those here; where is it?"

He smiled a bit at her comment about the food. "Doesn't sound too appetizin', but that might just be me." Then, he nodded at her comment about not fighting, but didn't say anything until she mentioned telepaths. "Telepaths? Real, genuine telepaths?" He looked at her a little skeptically as he replied.

"I can show you. I mean I could try and give you directions, but... This ship is confusing." she offered. Mal needed a gun, she'd help him find his way to the W&P locker.

"Yeah.. Telepaths, you know the kind that can read your thoughts and stuff?" She smiled thinking of all the people on board who had some sort of power. She turned her head slightly and pointed at Juno. "He's one.... And she's one," Jo said pointing at Jean.

"Well, thanks, I really do appreciate it." And he did, very much. He figured he could find the place eventually, but he wasn't about to turn down Jo's offer, especially since she could probably find the locker faster than he could on his own.

"Yeah, I know what telepaths are... I'm just surprised to hear they're on this ship. But then again, what with all the different people on board, maybe that's not so surprisin' after all." That being said, he turned to look at the two people Jo indicated. He didn't expect there to be a giant flashing sign pointing them out as telepaths, because that would've been ridiculous, but he still couldn't help but be surprised at how normal they appeared. "Suppose they don't intentionally go around listenin' in on people's thoughts, do they?"

"It's not a problem," Jo said with a dismissive wave of her hand. She didn't mind, one he needed a gun, and two she wanted to make sure no one was trying to steal stuff.

"Oh, well. I don't know." Jo said truthfully as she looked back and forth between the two. "I don't like... Really talk to either of them? I don't see why they would though." She shrugged, like she kenw anything about telepaths and how they used their powers. Heck if she was a telepath though? She'd be afraid to be listening in to too many of the crew's thoughts.

"Well, if you're sure about that." She didn't seem to mind, so Mal didn't force the issue anymore.

"Yeah, I guess there wouldn't be any reason to. Just wonderin', 'cause I haven't met many telepaths before. Well, there was one, but I ain't too sure how strong her abilities were." Mal didn't say anything more about that, because he didn't want to be responsible in case unforeseen consequences arose from talking too much. He hadn't spoken about it to anyone, but part of him still suspected there was some Alliance involvement; whether that was irrational of him or not, he wasn't sure. Maybe he'd just spent too long running away from the long arm of the government.

As it was, unless Jo asked him directly, he wasn't about to volunteer more information on that subject.

"Well you'll meet more than just telepaths here," Jo informed him. "Like there's all sorts of people with powers on this ship. There's some speedy guy, and well... You'll see. It's all kinda mind boggling."

"So you knew a telepath? She read your mind all the time or something and that's why you wanted to know if ours did too?"

"Yeah, I'm beginnin' to see that," Mal replied. "Just met a kid who said he's the fastest kid alive.. Maybe the same one you're talkin' about. Might be mind-boggling, but I figure I'll get used to it in time."

"I knew one. Like I said, I ain't too sure how strong she was with that stuff, but on occasion she showed signs of bein' able to sense things. It wasn't exactly readin' minds, but sensin' things." Mal paused to think for a few seconds. "Well, no, it wasn't so much that, as it was that I don't like the idea of people knowing everything I'm thinkin'."

"Could've been," Jo grinned and shrugged her shoulders. She'd lost track over who was who and who did what. It sucked, but she did pretty know who were the trouble makers on board.

"Well hopefully our telepaths have a little bit of control." Jo's nose wrinkled because she too didn't like the idea of someone always knowing what she thought. She'd probably get in a lot of trouble if someone bothered to keep track of her every thought.

"Well just let me know when you want to go to the weapons and possession lockers, OK?"

"I'm guessin' they do. The telepath I knew was still young, with a lot of growin' left to do." Mal left that conversation thread alone, more interested now in getting himself armed.

"Guess there's no point in puttin' it off. I've got the time to go there now if you do."

"Sure I got some time," Jo answered and motioned for him to follow her out of the Obs deck.

"So you're probably going to see some... interesting stuff in the weapons and possessions locker. But be sure to only take what's yours because stuff in there might belong to someone who might pop soon, and well... Don't need to be getting in a fight over possessions, you know?"

Mal couldn't help the urge to roll his eyes. He didn't mean to be disrespectful or anything like that, but the idea of taking something that might belong to someone else never occurred to him. "Don't see a point in taking someone else's things. I only need the stuff that belongs to me, however temptin' some of the stuff there might be."

That being said, he followed Jo out of the Obs deck, noting the surroundings and general layout as he did so.

"I didn't mean to imply that you might..." Jo quickly backtracked with a sheepish expression. "Sorry." She was just... Warning him. You never knew, and it was always better to stay on the safe side sometimes.

She pointed out various areas on their way to their destination, but kept the chit chat to a minimum mainly because she didn't want to experiance another moment of open mouth - insert foot. Foot didn't taste all that good.

"So, here we are," Jo said as they approached the entry way to the weapons and possessions locker. "You might have to dig through stuff to find your things. Oh, and watch out. There's been reports of a fuzzy furball with sharp teeth on the loose in there."

Mal waved a hand, brushing off her apology. "No point in apologizin', you didn't say anythin' you shouldn't have. Thanks for the warnin'." He did appreciate her warning; he didn't want to think what might happen if he'd been unaware, and accidentally took someone else's gun or other possession.

He followed Jo's lead, remaining fairly silent until the two of them reached the locker. "A fuzzy furball, huh? Someone's pet that got loose?" He smirked at that idea as he walked in through the entry way.

Once properly inside the room, Mal headed towards one of the lockers, where he began digging through the various things inside. To his surprise, it didn't take long before he spotted a couple things that were familiar to him: a brown coat (http://www.filmjackets.com/FEATURES/IMAGES/Feature_Firefly-big.jpg) and a hand gun (http://www.fireflywiki.org/img/Mal23.jpg).

Of course, with the bizarre plantsuit that Mal was wearing, the coat wasn't much use to him, but he decided to keep it anyway. And no decision needed to be made about keeping the gun. He turned around to look at Jo. "Think I've got everythin' I need."

"I guess, though I haven't seen it. Apparently some teenager accidently knocked it's cage over and... How did she put it? It tried to eat her ankles." Jo explained as she leaned against the door frame... thing, and crossed her arms.

Her eyebrows lifted a little in interest as he turned. A coat and a gun? Interesting. Pushing herself off the door frame thing, she leaned forward a little to examine his gun. "Wow, what year are you from?"

"Well, here's hopin' I don't run into it. Might be too easy to put a bullet in it." Mal was mostly sarcastic, though if the thing did appear and caught him off guard, the possibility of shooting it was quite real.

Mal folded up the coat, the gun still in one hand as he replied, "2518. Things ain't changed that much, far as I can tell." Well, unless you counted the fact that the Earth had been "used up" and made uninhabitable some fifty years earlier, give or take a few years.

"Well let's hope it doesn't come to that. Stacy has a mean bitch slap, I don't recommend ever experiancing it for yourself." Jo informed him quite seriously.

Her eyes then widened and she couldn't help but a little awed. "Seriously? I'm from like 2008. Wow, that's kinda cool," she informed him, trying not to appear so awestruck.

"So I've heard. I'll try not to get too trigger-happy, then," Mal replied, taking her warning very seriously. Some might accuse Mal of being a reckless man, but he also knew when to be serious.

He took Jo's surprised reaction in stride, keeping in mind that there were others from different years and different worlds. "Suppose it is, at that. Like I said, doesn't seem that life's changed any, but I guess I can't really say for sure." Earth-that-was had been uninhabitable for a long time before he came around, so he couldn't make any comparisons.

"Well that is way cool," Jo is seriously impressed here. "But really, how can life not have changed. You're what? A good five hundred years plus from the future? Are there flying cars? Have you all fixed Global Warming?"

"All right, maybe we've got some advanced technological stuff but I don't know nothin' much about that," Mal admitted. "Anyway, flyin' ships and transport vessels are mostly what we got, for travelin' between the planets. And depending on what planet you're on, there are some kinds of flyin' cars. Most of us use land speeders though. They work well enough."

"No, we ain't fixed nothin'," Mal said rather flatly. "Hate to say it, but the fact is, some time ago, the Earth you probably know got used up, was made uninhabitable. There were too many people livin' on it, and all the resources got used up. A new kind of Earth was made, and everyone left the old Earth and went there."

"Can you fly?" Jo asked, a wide smile forming on her lips. Wow, this was....

Suddenly not so cool anymore.

Jo's smile faded away and she was suddenly giving him a look that basically screamed 'why-would-you-tell-something-like-that-you-big-jerk'. "No more Earth?!" Jo asked, trying not let her voice rise, but it was kinda hard.

Though really why she was getting upset about all of this was beyond even her. Heck her world had been apparently destroyed by some insect aliens and she gets more pissed that humans ended up destroying some version of Earth?

"What did you all forget about birth control?!"

Mal was about to answer Jo's question about flying, when the floodgates opened. She was suddenly angry, and he had the odd feeling that she was about to punch him. He raised his hands in what he hoped was a placating gesture, as he tried to come up with a response.

"Earth still exists, or no one would be livin' at all. There's just a.. a new version of it." This was going well. Mal rolled his eyes at himself. "It was about 50 years ago. If you're angry, take it up with the people who did it." He wasn't trying to be harsh, but he was trying to tell her that there wasn't much point in getting worked up about something that happened so long ago.

Still, he figured there wasn't a reason to be a jerk, so he added, "Sorry, guess that was the wrong thing to tellin' you."

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