Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds
Pan-fandom, SciFi, and Screwed-Up
April 27th, 2009 
Elle stumbled upon the statuary by accident, but it was distracting and amusing enough that she promptly abandoned her search for that weird clock room and decided to explore it instead.

She deduced that it was half-cool, half-weird. She recognized several from history textbooks (very neat, though she was never particularly studious), and others that looked like they were from comic books, video games, or something else similiarly geeky (also neat, but also reminded her of movie sets again). Despite the fact that flicking the switches on the large statue bases didn't appear the actually DO anything, she continued attempting to make something happen.

Maybe it's just broken, she wondered, repeatedly flipping the switch for a statue of the Venus De Milo. How irritating. It would've been way cool if it was animatronic or something and moved, she glumly noted.

A little too tempted by the idea, Elle covered the switch with her palm, blue electricity shimmering over the surface of her skin. I'll just... Give it a jumpstart!

There was a crackle- a loud zap!

And...

Nothing.

She rolled her eyes, letting her hand drop back to her side. Why did that never seem to work?
So the first couple of days on the ship? Were more than a little ruttin weird. The sleeping arrangements were just to creepy to even try to sleep much at all and the food tasted to much like the protein he had been eating for months on Serenity. As much as Mal tried to find something to go like he would have done on his own boat he seemed to fail at it either finding the areas restricted in access or just not there. Scrubbing fingers back through his hair he signed and continued his path about one of the busier junctions of the ship.

The Obs deck was where he finally settled at looking up at what was supposed to be the Black but was much more. Oh there had been many times on his ship after Miranda he had sat in the pilot's seat just watching as nothing passed by.. even if this wasn't the same it sort of felt that way. So there he sat, head craned upward slightly staring at space as it flew by. Yep. Totally bothersome as well.
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