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It’s been a long morning of work on Serenity already. With her time split between Engineering and the Tavern, there hasn’t been much time recently for Kaylee to actually work on her own ship, and the poor old girl is looking (and probably feeling, by the sound of her creaks and groans) a bit neglected as of late. Kang understood perfectly well--he had to, with the way he worked on that tavern all the time--and gave her the time off she felt she needed to put a bit of TLC back into her baby.

The first part of her process is simple maintentance. Lines and connections are checked over, fluids are refilled or replaced, all of the lovely, normal, working-condition type things. Serenity hasn’t moved since who-knows-when, and there really isn’t all that much to fix up.

Maintenance done, Kaylee makes her way down to open the cargo bay doors in an attempt to gain some kind of breeze-like air flow. Leaning against the panel, she takes a good look around at the contents of the bay. It wouldn’t hurt to take inventory, just to see what all they have and don’t have. Unless Stacy grants them permission to fly around on their own for a while, the mechanic doesn’t imagine they’ll need too much, but it’s always nice to know exactly what all is on hand. It isn’t much of a job, but at this point she’ll take any excuse she can to stay with her ship just a little while longer.

She doesn’t right away, and when she finally picks a crate to start with her hand still lingers affectionately on the doors’ panel for a moment. It’s quick and almost unnoticeable gesture, but for anyone who has ever felt for anything, it’s recognizable as complete adoration.

With a smile, Kaylee slides the top off of the first of the crates, and takes careful note of its contents on the tablet in her hand before moving on to the next.

[[ OoC: Open to all in separate threads (unless people want to double up, and then let me know), but Eleven has dibs on first thread. After that, no order necessary :)

Cam, maps of the ship can be found here and here. I can also send you more if needed. ]]

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The Doctor can understand needing to spend time with your ship, whether it's a blue box or a beautiful girl like Serenity.

And no, he's not trying to just say that to be polite, because for all the parts of Serenity that look like they've half a mind to fall right off, he can see underneath it that she's a good ship.

Even if what looks suspiciously like a bobulator-knob (at least in his universe) might need some tape. Maybe more than just "some".

The Doctor strolls over. He's admired almost all the ships he's seen in the hanger, Jamie's dragon zord among them, but he hasn't actually passed by Kaylee's ship when the hatch is open. Actually, calling it a "hatch" isn't doing it justice, because it's much, much bigger than your standard hatch. Even a "big hatch" is being unfair. Reaching out to touch the metal, he drags his fingers down it, then brings them to his nose, sniffing at the little bit of grime: smells like Earth but it's not any Earth he's been to. Wonderful stuff. The Doctor peers up at the ramp and breaks out into a big grin. There's Kaylee, doing what looks like a quite frankly boring job of inventory.

And that, it seems, hasn't changed between the universes. Humans and their inventory and catalogs.

"Good morning! Or should I say noon? It feels like a morning," the Doctor calls up from the not-hatch-because-that-would-be-unfair. He starts to stride up the ramp, boots clanging.

Rein had contacted Kang earlier that day to let him know that Kaylee's present was ready, so he'd closed up the tavern for a lunch break and a chance to pick it up and give it to her. He could have waited until she was back in the tavern, but he didn't want a huge crowd to see, either, and he had a feeling she might want to try it on immediately.

Hopefully if she did, she wouldn't be covered in grease and mess it up.

He carried it in a black bag, hiding it from view, and knocked on the metal frame as he entered the cargo bay. "Kaylee?"

The scent and sound of a ship being lovingly cared for were like a magnet drawing Billy in. Following that trail to Serenity meant Kaylee, and Kaylee meant comfort and advice that he sorely needed. It took him a while to admit that need, as always, but he'd been threatened about his independent streak more and more often.

Aware that he had some business to discuss with the sunny mechanic anyway, late that evening he found himself knocking.

"Kaylee?"

The hangar was one of Ronnae's favorite places to visit, mainly because she liked studying the different designs used on the ships from the different worlds. She could use the ideas and inspirations on her own inventions later on.

Today, she sat on a crate nearby the Serenity, her focus between admiring the ship and sketching the design on her sketchpad. She could easily be seen from anywhere nearby the ship.

With the amount of time Kaylee has had to work on the ship, Serenity, for once, is actually in pretty good shape. It almost doesn't feel right, fixing her up this much without Mal around to okay things. Hopefully, he'll consider it a good surprise, instead of one of complete worry over how much it'll all cost him in the long run.

Kaylee knows the air inside and around the ship well enough to know when someone else is approaching, and she lifts her head from the crate just in time to hear the Doctor's greeting. With a bright smile, she waves the tablet his way.

"Call it mornin' all you like, don't think anybody on this boat really knows anymore." She doesn't bother inviting him in--he's already on his way up, and she's already extended the invitation. Instead, she re-lids the crate and sets the tablet down on top. It gives him a little time to look around the cargo bay some, if he wants, or to at least get himself properly in the ship before she starts in on the What's and Why's of this particular visit.

The Doctor's visit over, Kaylee had gone back to finishing up her inventory. It was a bit of a surprise to hear Kang's voice, especially when she expected him to be at the tavern, but it certainly isn't unpleasant.

"'M here!" she replied, finishing the last of the crate and giving Kang a nice big, welcoming smile. "Need help with somethin'?"

A long day of cleaning and repairs had left Kaylee idly lounging on one of the catwalks, one leg dangling over the edge and the book she had received from the Doctor in hand. Even given the hour, it wasn't all that surprising to hear a knock at the ship's door. Kaylee took note of her page before heading down to the control panel to open the ship back up.

"Billy!" she grinned, the moment she could see him. "Been wonderin' where you got yourself to!"

It took the better part of an hour of taking inventory for Kaylee to finally look outside the ship. The girl with the notepad wasn't exactly hard to miss, and the mechanic was fairly sure she recognized the artist in question as Billy's love interest. It didn't take much more than that realization for her to set the inventory tools down and give the girl a wave.

"Ronnie, right?"

"No, they wouldn't know, would they?" The Doctor understands that: no really common point of reference that isn't tied to the ship's fake sky, which isn't quite a true solar day. Probably doesn't help for a human's sleep cycle.

The Doctor clanks up the ramp, bounding up and looking around with interest. All sorts of crates, some just looking crate-like to him, the other of a make that looks decidedly Earth but also a little bit off. The Doctor moves to join Kaylee, reaching out for the tablet to look at it. Normally he'd only glance at the screen one and get all he needs but those days seem to be over, thanks to the...problems he's been having lately. He can't tell yet if losing the total recall was Stacy's pod-system not agreeing with his biology. No wonder humans have to keep double and triple checking their work! The Doctor turns the tablet in his hands, weighing it.

"Quite a bit of cargo," the Doctor comments, still weighing that tablet, "From before or after Stacy?"

So far he doesn't see any sign of weapons, which is impressive. He'd been expecting more in the way of a defensive grid but there's not even any signs of an alternating shock grid. So no weapons, held together with love and Kaylee Frye is spending her possibly-maybe-morning cataloging. Like he said: very nice.

Ronnae looked up from her sketchpad quickly before seeing the origin of the voice. She had seen her, from afar of course, talking with Billy, and Jamie, and another man she still hadn't met. She figured they must all be friends considering the happy playful expressions they usually had.

She smiled a bit shyly and returned the wave, "Yup, that's me." She stood up and dusted off her pants, placing her sketchpad down. She followed up with a respectful bow, "Ronnae 'Mash Belore Ryllos, nice to meet you miss...?" That's right, she wasn't a hundred percent sure of the name. She'd heard Billy mention them before, but she didn't want to place a name on the wrong person, not wanting to add to her usual embarrassment.

Jayne poked his head out of a hallway cautiously. Sure enough Kaylee was there. He silently swore and contemplated for a moment abandoning his prize that he had been picking through Simon's room looking for.

Once upon a time, Jayne had done a not very nice thing to Simon and River. He'd sold them out for a bag of coin so to speak, and was in turn betrayed by the people he'd sold them out to. He knew it, the captain knew it, and Simon and River knew it. All three of them had in turn confronted him about it, and of the three Jayne wasn't sure who he was scared more of. Mal for being so upfront and honest about how fast Jayne would die if he tried something like that again, River because who knew what she was capable of? Or Simon, who had quietly swore loyalty to the brute despite the wrong he had done.

What in the name of sane was that all about?

So, quietly...or as quietly as Jayne did anything. When he had time alone he would paw through Simon's things looking for if the doctor had any proof. Anything he could show to the few remaining members of the crew that thought him slightly less of a total scumbag.

He hadn't found that but he had found Simon's journal once again, and surely it would provide hours of laughter if he could just smuggle it back to his room.

Slipping the book in the seat of his pants he tried to sneak past the opening between hallways where for a moment he would be visible to Kaylee.

The odds were not in his favor.

Kang smiled back and held up the bag, "I was hoping you could take something off of my hands. I'm afraid I have no use for it, but I'm pretty sure you can find one." He stepped further into the cargo bay, pausing for a moment to admire the ship.

"Hey Kaylee," Billy smiled somewhat awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. "I've had a full schedule between enforced breaks and checking the new subdepartments. You're all doing a fantastic job, by the way."

He sighed, starting to get to the core of the matter. "I just realized that I hadn't seen you since before the weddings. Since then, I've built up some questions."

Not those questions, anyway. He had more discretion than that.

Even before Stacy, Kaylee had been more than used to odd sleeping schedules. It's hard to tell the exact day and time in the middle of space, and even if you had it right and proper on one planet, the next planet never had the same clock.

"Probly not," she agrees, hopping up to sit on top of the crate. "'M sure they could guess at it, but there's no real tellin'."

She's a bit proud while she watches him get to know the ship, even slides the tablet so he can get to it easier once he starts reaching. For once, Serenity doesn't have much to hide--no smuggling on this particular voyage. If he wants to investigate the contents of the ship, she's got no qualms in showing them.

"Some from before, some from durin'." A lot of things had needed replacing after Kaylee's 'cleaning' during the rage virus. More than a few things had been broken or destroyed as they had been chucked out of the bay. "Most's original, though. Even got protein packs left over in the mess, though I don't know how long they been sittin' there. Ain't like to go bad, but Stacy's humidity ain't exactly what Serenity's used to."

Whatever it was, the bag didn't look much like parts, and Kaylee peered curiously at it for a few seconds before her attention turned back to Kang. "Be glad to take a look at it and see if I got any use for it, at least."

Once the door was down all the way, Kaylee made a point of bouncing down to give the Ranger a good hug before responding to any of his statements. The first received a quick wave of the hand as she ushered Billy into the ship. "You're doin' shiny, too. Breaks seem to be helpin' some." Even if he did seem oddly nervous, his body didn't seem to hold the normal tenseness that came from too many hours of work. Good.

Oh, but he had questions, and those could go all manner of ways. Kaylee motioned for him to take a seat on top of one of the crates, and hopped onto another. "Kinda questions?"

Billy laughed in his surprise, returning her hug with most of his usual enthusiasm. He was feeling more at ease around her already, though only time would tell if the courage would last.

Once he settled in on the crate, his gaze shot down to his knees. "Well...first, how was the wedding? I don't need details, but I only got to see your worry beforehand."

"Just make sure you take care of it," Kang grinned, holding the bag out to her.

Edited 2011-03-07 19:19 (UTC)

Ever since her orientation, Eva's been visiting the hangar fairly regularly to keep examining the Quarter. It's a large enough ship that every time she does, she ends up with some new discovery, some new aspect of the big thing to think about and try to figure how it'll factor into combat.

She very badly wants to be good at this. This isn't the job she had at home, where experience and respectability put her in an authoritative position. This is a brand new kind of work, even if it's one she spent a lot of time observing during the Anati conflict as a silent bystander.

So she's wearing an inwards, calculating look on her face when she spots a woman who looks much more at home in the hangar. She gives a bit of a wave and a smile. "Hello! That your ship?"

So many ships. So many, and not a single model she recognized. How was she even supposed to be able to establish any sort of baseline of what code storage might be necessary? For all she knew all of them had incompatible systems. Or code frozen so hard into their systems that it couldn't be copied. Or they all ran on magic.

Well, all she could do was try to introduce herself to any ships that seemed to be interested in communicating, or their crews, and see what they said. Here was a nice ship, worn in the way that a well-maintained tool is worn; layer on layer of careful repairs showing that she was cherished, by herself or by someone else. And the ramp was down, practically an invitation to chat.

"Hello the ship!" Anwei called.

Oh, yeah, right -- the humidity. Bit overbearing at times, depending on what part of the ship you were. He's sure Eva can attest to the humidity. After all, what with it and her hair that he hadn't had a chance to point out.

"They're probably fine, protein packs with proper sealing," the Doctor waves it away for now. He could help Kaylee inspect them later, if she needs another hand. So far he hasn't had any luck with the TARDIS and spending who knows how long hunched in a corner twiddling with wires, he's going to take it as a bad sign that his joints started popping when he stood up. A break, a good chat with Kaylee, and admiring her ship were in order.

Not that that had been the plan, but he's going to act like it was and he doubts Kaylee will be none the wiser.

So yeah, it all worked out wonderfully.

"Need help with the...cataloging?" He says the word "catalog" like it's slightly distasteful, like carrots. He never quite got why humans insist on spending whole lifetimes counting and recounting and then losing count and having to start over. The Doctor eyes that tablet again, lined with Chinese characters and looking like its been dropped a few times from the faint dings.

"Should be," Kaylee agrees. Be a fine set of preserves if they weren't alright, wouldn't they? And if worse comes to worse, there's always the supply of canned goods locked away in the pantry. The less people who knew about that particular stash, the better.

The mechanic wipes her forehead with her sleeve, frowning down at the crate. It won't do at all to have him help with the chores, especially with it being the Doctor's first time on the ship. Kaylee herself is itching to show him around. Part of that pride thing, like a mom wanting to show off her kid. It's just that in this particular case, the kid was a ship, and the mom was young enough to still be home under her own parents' wing.

Besides, if the Doctor's face says anything, he really doesn't like the idea of inventory. So be it.

With a smile, Kaylee takes the tablet back from the Doctor, and sets it down on the crate again. "Ain't much more to go, can finish it in less than an hour just on my own, I'll bet. Can take you for a look around anyhow, if you like?"

Anything from Kang was sure to receive plenty of proper care, no matter what it was. Kaylee eyed him suspiciously as she took the bag, opened it to peek inside...

...and promptly squealed at the sight of the pink. "You didn't--"

Grin getting wider, Kang crossed his arms over his chest, "Well, take it out of the bag so you can get a better look." The dress had been packed in loosely, to keep it from getting too wrinkled, and the lights made the silver design sparkle when they hit just right.

He was relaxing, good. There was no use in having an actual discussion all full of questions and answers if he was just going to be Mr. Nervous Nancy through the whole thing.

Kaylee smiled and kicked her feet. "Was shiny. Bit nerve wrackin', in some places, but once we got there is was... Was beautiful." It really had been, too, especially at Dean's mention of an actual wedding later. "How was yours? 'M sorry I missed seein' it."

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lol it's blue, not pink, but WE CAN IGNORE THAT IN YOUR TAG

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