Pod-Pop

[cityship]

||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to all the podmates.

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

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[cityship]

||The Serenity is not here,|| the headvoice answered.

[notamission.livejournal.com]

Standing slowly the rather nekkid looking man who didn't seem to mind it at all wiped another glob of goo from his face as it slid out of his hair. "Okay, so. No Serenity. And.. how did you know about my ship?" For the most part he instantly thought Alliance but, well, none of the purple belly ships he had ever seen before were like this.

Let alone making a person rather naked.

"So why am I here and not where I am supposed t' be workin' a job oh so creepifyin voice in my head?" Mal asked with only a bit of mild humor on the edges of his words. They weren't really clipped either but, well, it was a might be weird.

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Meluly is... not happy. Very not happy, in fact, as she half-stumbles half-slinks along, trying to block out Stacy's voice. After all, in her experience, hearing things is a sign of hallucination, and that's very-very-not-good when considered along with what else she's experiencing...

...but then there's Mal. The jet-black-skinned woman stares at him a moment as if daring him to explain everything.

The reflective red eyes and swirls of artful and abstract but primitive-looking white tattoos covering her probably don't help.

[notamission.livejournal.com]

Hearing someone else approach is also strange in its self where he had been talking to a voice it turns out others might not be able to hear. When he got back to the boat he was going to have to talk to Simon about that.. or River. His little albatross would probably know a little more about it than her brother.

Mal turned on his heels toward the woman and blinked not just because she was also naked but the way she seemed to expect him to do something about it. If he had his coat he might have offered it but seeing how he was lacking in that department he gave her a wry grin. "Ma'am."

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

"...and who are you?" Luly asks, straightening up a little. Her body language is wary, but it doesn't seem like it's from the lack of clothing—the set of her arms suggests someone who'd rather prefer to be holding a rifle right now. Put her in fatigues and she'd probably make a halfway decent soldier.

[notamission.livejournal.com]

"Sorta wonderin' the same thing myself," the Captain replies with an edge of humor to his voice. "Name's Mal Reynolds. Pleasure t' meet you." And here Inara said he didn't have nay manners! It was just he rarely let them out to play.

Glancing from left to right Mal tried moving away from the pod he had apparently been slightly leaning against finding his footing carefully. "So, ah, you been hearin' this strange sort of voice talkin' to you as well or am I bein' fàngzòng fēngkuáng de jié."

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

"First lieutenant Meluly, NEG army, special operations deployment," the woman says. "...and, yes, I am," she adds, face tensing unpleasantly.

Her expression suggests she may not even know what language it was that Mal just used.

[notamission.livejournal.com]

"Oh an army person. I see, I see." Well, not really, but he was going to act like he knew anyway. Wiping another bit of goo from his face the Captain of Serenity crossed his arms over his bare chest standing as if nothing were wrong. "Well least I ain't th' only one. Thought it might have been the refreshments some of my crew and I partook in before haulin' off Persephone."

Smile upon his face, albeit forced, Mal glanced about one more time. "So.. this voice tell you anything 'bout where we are exactly?"

[cityship]

||You are in the pod-caverns.|| Oh, look, it's that voice again!

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Luly's face... tenses, just a little, at the voice in their heads.

[notamission.livejournal.com]

Okay. So the voice had a sense of humor- sarcastic but it was there. Mal snorted a laugh, "Okay.. But where in th' Black are we? What planet are we near?" It would tell him how far they were away from Persephone or where to get off at the next stop to hitch a ride back to his own boat. To him it was a logical question to be asking.

[cityship]

||You are in the pod-caverns. All other information is classified.||

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't help at all!" She is, Mal can obviously tell, juuust a bit bothered by the situation.

[notamission.livejournal.com]

A small bit Mal would agree to yes. Classified information was a bad thing in his opinion- really bad, hands of blue, Alliance agents sort of bad. By the expression that was crossing his face it was clear that he himself was starting to be come rather annoyed at the current turn of events. "All right.. first we find cloths then more information about where we are. Get me to a radio an' I'm sure I can find my boat and get us the ruttin hell off this ship."