Date Night [Closed]

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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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[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"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'."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"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."

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

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.