Doin' a little magic [open]

[anaturaltalent.livejournal.com]

Kaylee is in the Sensorium, doing her favourite thing in the world: working on Serenity's engine. The whole place has turned into the interior of her ship (without any of the "crew" - that would be too weird), and she's tucked away in the engine room, fixing things that need fixing.

It's not the same, because she doesn't sound quite right, but Kaylee doesn't mind too much. It's enough to keep her from dying of homesickness.

If anyone would care to wander in, just follow the banging sounds up the stairs and through the mess back to the engine room. She won't mind company.

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[mrsarcastic003]

Tim hasn't really been seeking out company lately. Not since the thing with the Yeerks and... everything that came after. He hasn't been avoiding, exactly (well, except for Jaime. Tim's avoiding him just a little while he gets his head back in order), but he hasn't looked for company either.

He's decided to--finally--go see what the big deal is with the Sensorium. He's not usually one for escapism, but... yeah, it seems like a pretty decent idea these days. Only, when he opens the door, it's like he's on the set for Lightning Bug--that sci-fi series Joe Westin had put out that Tim had been so into for a while. Too bad it had been so short-lived.

He wanders through the corridors, grinning and geeking out just a little. It isn't exact, of course, but it's pretty close. He follows the banging noises until he reaches the engine room where someone... not at all familiar, actually, is hard at work.

He waits for a break in the noises, and waves at her. "Hey," he says with a small smile.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Hey there, little lady," comes Dean's voice as he leans over her shoulder, grinning. "Nice ship."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff's been in the media library, reading just about anything he can coax onto a screen, until his head feels fit to burst. The way his eyes - already poor and abused, and certainly unused to staring at bright screens full of poorly-spelled words - ache doesn't help either.

So, forced to take a break, he decides to let his feet and ears do the thinking. He follows the first to the sensoriums, the second to roughly roundabout where all the noise seems to be coming from. Caught between blinking madly and squinting so hard his eyes are nearly shut, he hikes his kilt up and peers around.

He's never seen anything even near resembling all this. And that's with all the wandering he's done here.

"Hello?" he calls uncertainly.