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Dean blew some air out through his teeth, and was pacing a little outside the Sensoriums. He fidgeted with his hands, and kept glancing down the hallways nearby. He got his tapes back, but everybody's been harping on him lately. They just didn't get it. This was his freaking job, hell, he's a member of Security, and now with Mei Xing repodded, the situation with Strike Team fell squarely into his lap. Which meant some new testing and try outs soon that he'd have to supervise. And Samus repodded which means shake ups in Security too. People just needed to back off because guess what, he's responsible. Which means he should have been more on guard about that damn Darksoul. He knew Daimon, who seemed to have things under control, but he should have remembered the lesson with Ruby. Never trust anything demon related.

Damn he really did need a break. He paced some more and hope Kaylee would show up soon.

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It wasn't hard to see how stressed Dean was. Tension was a running theme through most of the inhabitants of the ship after the Darksoul had taken his play day. Some people had been able to forgive and move forward. Others were stubborn Winchesters who had to take the weight of the world on their shoulders, a lot like a certain Captain Reynolds from home tended to. It would take time and a lot of effort to get Dean to think he wasn't to blame, everyone knew that. Hopefully the date would help at least a little.

Kaylee had taken the time to clean up for once. Scrubbed her face clean, tied her hair back, put on something besides lumpy old coveralls. She had arrived at the Sensoriums early to set the scene and make sure everything was ready to go. If she was going to distract Dean out of feeling stupidly and overly guilty about things that were way out of his hands, all of the stops needed to be pulled.

Finally, the scene was set, and Kaylee proudly popped out of the room to check up on Dean. "Gonna wear a hole in the floor, you keep pacin' like that," she laughed. "C'mon, got it all set. Think you'll like it."

It would make it easier for him to bury things again like he liked to do.

Dean immediately stopped, and turned to look at her. Damn, she looked amazing.

"Hey Sunshine, I'm good, what did you do with the place, hmm?" He stepped in after her for a better look, not even noticing his clothes shifting to fit the surroundings.

Kaylee didn't answer right away, just stepped back enough to let Dean enter and get a decent look around for himself.

The room was buzzing with life. Thick metal walls shaped out the hallways and stalls of the space station's market. Each stall was filled with a different display of merchandise, from cloned food, protein packs, and snacks, to expensive materials, jewels, ship parts, or (in one case) the entrance to an Alien Exhibit. Display boards above them cycled through ads for Blue Sun and propaganda for the Alliance. The station was crowded with people present for both supplies and entertainment, with the occasional officer crammed into a corner to keep an eye on things.

Kaylee grinned up at Dean, sliding her hand into his. "Ain't much, don't come here often except lookin' for clients, but you showed me a bit of your home, and I figured it'd be nice to show you a bit of mine." Including the bad bits, but she didn't mention that.

Dean was now dressed more in keeping with a Browncoat, the boots a bit longer than what he was used to wearing. The pants weren't his usual jeans, and a bit tighter. The fabric was comfortable, and the shirt was more solid than his usual flannel and t-shirt choices. He gripped Kaylee's hand as he stared around at everything like a wide eyed kid.

"Shit, Kaylee, didn't know the future's got community fairs. Got a lot of places like this across planets?"

The small giggle at Dean's new clothing couldn't be helped. Bad enough he was stubborn as Mal sometimes, now he was dressing like him too.

"Well, this particular joint's a space station, trade post 'tween planets. There're quite a few of 'em around the system. This one's a bit farther out than most, easier to sneak under Alliance eyeballs." In other words, easier for thievery and smuggling.

Dean raised an eyebrow at the giggle, and then noticed his new attire.

"What the hell?" Though on closer inspection, he had to admit it wasn't bad. He just hoped he didn't happen to rise to the occasion as it were since it'd show more in these pants.

"They still do gambling in the future?" He smirked at that.

Well, Kaylee wasn't about to complain about the pants, that was for certain. She just flashed him a nice, perfectly innocent grin and started tugging him through the crowd of people.

"'Course we do," she replied, pointing toward one of the off-shooting hallways. "Place's big enough to be it's own little city, so it's got plenty of nice little back alleys for gamblin' and the like. Wouldn't suggest 'em, though. Tend to cheat..."

Dean was still looking around at everything, but made note of where she pointed.

"So? Just have to out-cheat back."

Kaylee made sure not to get too ahead of him, and allowed time for Dean to take everything in. It wasn't like they were in any hurry.

"Sometimes it causes a bit of a ruckus, though, 'n the way we work...like to avoid unnecessary fights if we can." Well, unless you were Mal on U-Day, and then they got into every fight he could get them into.

He smirked more, "That's if you get caught." And getting into a fight would be something he wouldn't mind to blow off steam. Though right now, it was a bad idea. Not on a date.

Dean then allowed her to guide him along, "So what's the future's version of dinner and a movie?"

Kaylee just shook her head. "Any we ain't even tryin' right now, so there's no need for worryin' over gettin' caught." They had other plans for the day.

"Still dinner 'n a movie," she laughed. "More if you're on one of the Core planets, though. As you move further out it turns to things like dancin'." It was a lot like pre-movie Earth-That-Was on some of the Border planets, in some ways.

"Another time then," He won't argue or anything. Since yeah, it's not a date thing. Excuse him, he's a little rusty on the concept, more used to wham bam thank you ma'am.

"So this one more movies or more dancing?" Dean wondered.

"Mm, one we've got Jayne with us, too."

Kaylee led Dean through the crowd and off toward what appeared to be an elevator. "This one's whatever we want it to be." She pointed at the panel on the wall, where there was a touchscreen directory of the station. "Just gotta pick our places."

Dean eyed the panel, taking in the different options as he stepped in the elevator by her.

"Any chance of checking out repairs, and this is market level we're on now?"

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"This's the market, yeah. We'll end up back here if we want to eat at all, so not a problem in savin' it for later."

Thankfully, they're in the Sensoriums and not on the actual space station, so getting them down into the docking area isn't so hard. It isn't a terribly exciting place, as can be seen when the elevator doors open and they're greeted with a tube of people bustling between ships, but the spare parts and equipment for the ships are worth a small look.

It certainly was, so Dean kept his hand clasped with Kaylee's as he slowly walked over to peer at some of the parts. He tilted his head so he could get a better glance at some of the ships as well.

"Damn, how different ships you guys got in the future?"

Kaylee found herself quickly distracted in looking over one of the tablets nearby, full up with supply orders and inventory.

"You lose count," she admitted. "I know more ships than I could name, honestly. Depends on where you buy, what you're lookin' for. Some're transport, others are a little...harder. Half of what you hear about most days don't even count the discontinued lines or what the Alliance's got hidin'."

"Discontinued lines? So you got some people into classic ships too?" He smirked over at her.

"More or less. Serenity's from a discontinued series herself. Stopped makin' Aught-Three Fireflies a few years back. Cap'n found her in some back-planet used ship lot. Lucky find..."

Dean listened to that, and then laughed a little.

"Well if that doesn't just figure? That's about how my old man found the Impala after all, and it sure was a lucky find."

"Well, I certainly don't think I'd've jumped on with the Cap'n if he hadn't had Serenity. Apparently he'd been offered a real scrap heap right before he spotted her..." Kaylee shook her head. "Not that Serenity was in the best of condition from the start, but there ain't nothin' out there flies like a Firefly."

"If she was anything like the Impala when your Captain spied her, she probably just needed a little TLC to get her humming again. My dad was gonna with this lame van until he saw the light, and went with the right car instead."

"A lot of TLC. Wash did a perdy nice job of fixin' most of her, but the mechanic they had before me weren't the best at anythin'..."

Actually, bad train of thought for a date. The last thing she really wanted to bring up was Bester. She shrugged. "Probly part of the reason I got hired of so quick."

"Yeah didn't you say previous one didn't have a clue about anything? And yeah I guess I could see Wash doing a decent job too. Good guy, he only threatened me once," Dean remarked, rubbing the top of his head a little with his free hand.

"Had enough of a clue 'bout oil changes..." A mental image of Wash threatening anyone was more than enough to block any mostly-polite thoughts about Bester's mechanical prowess out completely. "Hope he didn't beat on you too bad?"

Brief raised eyebrow but he wasn't going to ask further.

Dean then shook his head, "Nah, just the usual if I ever hurt you, he'd break something."

"And he weren't threatenin' at all, I'll bet. Ain't a scary bone in his body."

"Nah, he's a good guy."

"He is. One'a the best." She couldn't help but be proud of a guy like Wash. Most people on Stacy could only hope to be half the man he was, so far as Kaylee was concerned.

Kaylee pointed Dean toward one of the closer repair areas, describing some of the more curious looking parts as they went.

Dean nodded, and clearly looked eager to check out the various parts. He gestured to a few, asking questions.

He had also made some mental notes about the weaponry he saw in the marketplace. Less laser guns, more artillery he was familiar with.

"Doesn't seem like a lot changed in the future for some of it. I mean you got your space ships, but it's not all chrome and steel and lasers." Actually it felt pretty damn comfortable.

There were some laser guns, but it definitely wasn't perfected technology yet. They were few and far between, and a lot less reliable than regular old guns and bullets.

"This is most normal for folk, yeah. The Central planets are more advanced, same with Alliance. You get there and it's all straight lines and white walls."

Dean shook his head at that, "Don't know if I'd go in for it. Like it out here if this is what it's like." Meaning, there's a reason the Sensoriums assume he's a Browncoat. Dean considers freedom important as well, and likely would have fought for independence.

Mal would approve, that was for damn sure. Kaylee pulled a face and nodded in agreement.

"Alliance wouldn't know a decent ship if it crashed into their faces. Just 'cause it looks shiny don't mean it is, y'know?"

"Nah, should see some of the modern plastic crap cars we had back home. Sam doesn't mind them, but they're junk. Alliance sounds like a bunch of douchebags from what I've heard of them." Not just Kaylee, but Jayne's tellings of Reavers only added to it.

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"Alliance is alright for some things. Not much, though." They were really good for nice things like restocking their supplies quickly so there was more to get at later. The things that weren't so great, though, were their experiments, their lack of help to Border and Rim planets, all the stuff that people outside the Central planets needed.

Bunch of chicken shits.

"Yeah? For what? Gotta say, because otherwise future seems pretty awesome besides them."

"Salvagin', if nothin' else? Been more than one occasion where we've found perfectly good parts in their junkyards."

...alright, that's not so much exactly Alliance, but she was trying really hard to find something decent about them. Everybody had something nice about them somewhere.

Dean snorted at that, "So? I bet Bobby's Salvage yard back home is still better than their's."

He walked around more, "What about these outer worlds? What else is there?"

"Depends on what kinda parts you're lookin' for. Some of 'em are might expensive normally."

Outer worlds. Kaylee pointed Dean to another nearby touchscreen, and took a minute to pull up a map of the system. "Depends on which one you go to. Some're minin' planets, farmin', others lean toward...makin' mud." She tried not to laugh at that one. "Further out you go, though, less Alliance you got, which can be both good and bad, seein' as they got control over most med and food deliveries..."

"Making mud? You're kidding right?" Dean wasn't sure whether to laugh, or be confused by the idea of it.

"Well on the farming worlds, you'd be making your food mostly."

"Not even jokin'. Clay's gotta come from somewhere, yeah?"

It was a hell of a planet to visit, though. Stunk worse than being stuck on a ship with a herd of cattle for three weeks.

"Yeah, but the Alliance keeps a close eye on the production. Do on everythin'."

"Uh yeah, I guess. Sounds weird still."

Dean then frowned at that, "Yeah, well this Alliance can blow it out their ass. Next you're gonna tell me they chip everybody to keep tabs on them like a freaking digital leash."

Dean wasn't the first to think it weird. Kaylee couldn't help but smile at the memory of Simon's first impression of the planet. Oh, city folk...

"No chips," Kaylee promised, "but I don't know if I'd put it past 'em to start tryin'." It was bad enough they did experiments on little girls like River. Gorram bunch of purple-bellied húndàn.

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