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Oh, Look! STUFF!!

After being de-slimed--for the most part--and wrapped in discomforting, dark green, plant-like body-suits--that not only left little to the imagination, but also seemed to be breathing--the newly pod-popped crew all happen to congregate in the Weapons and Possessions Lockers at the same time. This cavernous warehouse of a chamber has shelves and shelves and racks of belongings and weapons that go off as far as the eye can see. Everything from massive sidearms to impossibly huge swords, to Hello Kitty lunchboxes.

Their own belongings are here near the front--they've been moved to make finding them more easy, but it will take a bit of hunting.

Either way, they won't be searching alone. Everyone's piling in at the same time.

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Invading Mal's personal space was the result in the slight flail he managed to do as fingers started back through his hair and over his head. "Dĕng yìmiăo, lady," Mal spoke as he stood holding his hands up in self defense. "Now as much as I don't mind havin' a pretty woman such as yourself doing that.. thing.. with your fingers I can honest t' Buddha and whatever god you believe in tell you I ain't had nothin' hittin my head since I left Miranda."

Blue eyes studied the doctor's face carefully. She was just as perplexed as he seemed to be getting over this. Weren't noone in the 'verse that didn't know any of this. "Yeah there was only one Earth," he agreed, frowning at Temperance, "and we left it over five hundred years ago. Don't you rememberin' learning about humans usin' it up and leavin' in search of new worlds?" Maybe she was the one having the damage in the brain pan.

"I don't believe in God," Temperance told him her eyebrows lifting. and she looked as though she were daring him to question her beliefs. She'd blown off his pretty lady comment though - because really how were her looks at all relevant in this conversation?

"No we didn't," Temperance argued, her jaw jutting out stubbornly. "A little over five hundred years ago would have been the beginning of the sixteenth century, and there was certainly no ways to leave the Earth then... We've only within the past fifty years been doing any sort of space travel...."

"I don't understand your sense of humor," Temperance grumbled.

"Ain't that somethin," Mal said dryly, "neither do I."

Brushing that part of the conversation aside he sighed, watching the woman before reaching up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "It's 2518. We ain't been on Earth in over five hundred years and if you don't reckon I'm right, how do you explain this ship?" After lowering his hand he crossed his arms infront of him giving Temperance a flat stare. "No, if I were jokin' you'd know. Trust me."

This coming from the man who had told Simon Kaylee was dead then threatened him with the airlock. Wash was right to call him psycho for it.

"No, it's 2006," Temperance insisted. Though he had a point with the ship. She couldn't explain it, and that? That was highly perturbing. She did not like it when she was unable to explain things.

She frowned, and sank down to her knees and quickly unzpped her duffle bag and began rummaging around inside. "Ah ha..." She murmured and pulled out her Jeffersonian badge and held it up to him. "See? 2006." She's not crazy, she knows that without a doubt.

And no, Malcolm - poor Temperance wouldn't know if you were joking with her or not. Tis sad, but oh so true.

Mal will counter that with a few coins from the Rim worlds- mostly written in Mandarin and English mix, with various dates in the 26th century written on them. Most are silver and even some gold- such things weren't as valuable as food stuffs in the future. Holding it out for inspection he raised a brow slightly. "Not for me it ain't, băobèi."

Looking back down at the pile of stuff he grinned as he found a familiar brown sleeve sticking out from under another bag. Giving it a pull he freed his old, stitched up brown coat he had used during the War and after. "Ahh! This is much better- very, very much better."

Taking the coins, Temperance rose back up. Of course she's frowning. She doesn't understand how this can be possible. She was from 2006 and this Malcolm man was from 2518? The only thing she could think was he was trying to scam her. That the coins were fake... But why would this man do that to her?!

Sighing, she handed the coins back and raked her fingers through her hair as she tried to make sense of everything. "Very, very much better?" she repeated, obviously not really all that impressed with his grasp of grammar. "If you're able to travel among the stars, how is it that you can't form a sentence correctly?"

Mal shrugged into his coat, wry grin upon his face as he pocketed the coins back into his belt. "Little somethin' t' remember. Just because it's your future don't mean things get better. See the central worlds, them that formed the Alliance, terraforms new worlds and just drops folk out on them with little to nothing as far as supplies goes." Hooking his thumbs behind his belt he watched Temperance carefully with that grin growing a little more. "Maybe a couple of cows, a pick and shovel and that's it. Book learnin' ain't the most important thing for most out along the Rim when you're dodging Reavers an' corrupted officials."

Looking back to where others were at he lightly rolled his shoulders allowing himself to glance back toward Temperance. "And I did get a good education," he added, "just I don't always adhere to it. Not when dealin' with half the folk I do on a daily basis."

Temperance could never imagine a time where education wasn't important. Sure, even in her time there were people who didn't see education as something everyone needed... But, to be in a time where it took a back burner to everything else? It was almost too much for her to even try to comprehend.

"Reavers?" What the heck were Reavers?! Some sort of.... Ship? She had no idea and wasn't even about to try guessing.

She flashed him a doubtful look... He'd had a good education? Didn't seem that way to her.... But she shook her head. "Well maybe you'll find use for it now. I would certainly appreciate you at least attempting to put your education to good use."

Smug Mal is smug. See? He has a smug little smile across his face fight now. "Reckon I just may if'n I decide to." With his arms crossed over his chest the former Browncoat chuckled ever so slightly. "Just depends on what kinda things are goin' on here if you know what I mean."

At the question of what Reavers were, his face fell a little. "You just be glad there ain't none of them here or in your time. Government tried t' control folk- make them less likely t' start wars and such. Turns out it either made people not want to do anything like livin' or completely want to destroy it."

Taking a step closer towards Temperance the Firefly captain let his voice drop lower. "Reavers are men and women who lived on a world called Miranda out on the Rim. They use people for sport, food, pleasures. Hell you're lucky if they kill you first before they start cuttin' you up. They're fēng kuáng de."

"Actually I don't know what you mean," Temperance replied, her expression turning to a confused one again. For as smart as she is, she's rather dumb in things like getting what other people might be trying to say.

She watched Malcolm take a step toward her, and one of her eyebrows shot up. "That actually doesn't surprise me in the least," Temperance told him after he'd finished explaining what Reavers were. "There are people like that in my time too. They have no regard for life what-so-ever. Maybe our worlds and times aren't all that different after all."

So, maybe it's obvious that she's still having a hard time believing he's from a completely different time than she is... But it is a lot to take in in such a short amount of time.

"So... you got people that want to eat others and cut themselves up just because they are crazy?" The expression upon Mal's face says he doesn't believe her in the slightest on that part. A wide smile crossed his face as he motioned toward where others were exiting the room. "I can tell ya, even th' bravest man can get mighty scared when they see a Reaver ship out in th' Black with them."

"Oh we know a little 'bout Earth-that-was through book learnin'. Lot of the musics and books are still popular in th' Core worlds." And it was obvious that English had to be one of the predominant languages as well. "Come on- don't know 'bout you but I wanna take a look 'round this place."

"We have people who kill just to inflict terror in those around them. People who kill others simply because the victims are different. Maybe they had a different skin tone, maybe a different political or religious belief or maybe they were just there.... It doesn't matter what the reasons are, believe me, they're just as terrifying as your Reavers."

She frowned, glancing away and took a breath. And not so surprising wishing that Angela was here.

Swinging her attention back to Malcolm, her brows listed a little in interest. She was tempted to ask about the music and books that were still popular, but decided that maybe it was a conversation best saved for later. "You're right, maybe looking around will give some clues as to what exactly is going on."

Mal grinned a little more, "Aside from bein' kidnapped by a livin' ship and forced to wear a uniform that, well, yeah." Oh like he was really going to say left nothing to the imagination in front of the lady. Or look down for that matter as he says it. He has more class than that, kinda.

"I'm bettin my money th' Alliance has a hand in this. Usually does when the creepy stuff starts happenin."

"It is all rather peciluar...." Temperance nodded. "Though as fascinating as the uniforms are? I'd much rather have my own clothing." She knows it's petty to miss something like clothing, but she did, and she wouldn't be ashamed to admit it either.

"Alliance?" She repeated, and shook her head. "Something else from your time?"

Mal snorted slightly, moving toward the exit with his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. "The only form of Government in the 'verse. Don't care if you are an independent thinker or not- you ain't in with them and you gotta be dealt with." Blue eyes flickered over toward Temperance as that wry sort of smug smile crossed his face again. "Don't rightly like folk tellin' me how to live my life all of a sudden. Guess that's what I fought against them in th' War."

There wasn't many people he'd tell that to outside of his crew of other folks he was close with. Brennan didn't know anything about the 'verse in 2518 so he felt a little obligated to give her a brief insight.

"That really doesn't surprise me much," Temperance said looking over at Malcolm again. "Your Alliance sounds like a Totalitarian type Governmnent...."

"Totalitarian governments are notorious for suppressing independent intellectual development in order to prevent the general populace from concluding that their philosophies are not based upon any sound scientific principles."

She frowned, shaking her head. "That and they are normally very quick to gun down anyone who tries to oppose their power. It's highly disappointing to find that's the direction that humanity is going to take."

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