trans_9 | Scavanging, A Profession Second Only to Smuggling

While Serenity had weathered the last fight amazingly well given she'd been plunged into the midst of a war to devour an entire world, both the damage from the fight, and the Firefly's own advanced age and at times cheaply funded state of repair, meant it was time for Mal to go scrounging for parts for his home.

Of course, there were probably plenty of facilities on Stacy that would have been able to supply him with who knew what futuristic wonders, but given he still had yet to get used to feeling like his clothes were trying to digest him, he wasn't letting any of that biotech crap anywhere near his girl. Of course, that meant he had to go for the alternative, plunging deeper into the City than he had gone before, to find something he could scavenge, preferably without getting shot at by a put out owner. Using the Drunken Dragon as a starting point, he'd made the decision to start out by making his way south, into the areas that had been less well documented by the crew. With any luck, he would be able to find something usable that wasn't claimed by anyone.

Of course, given how his luck usually went, he'd also brought along his gun, just in case. Slinging a large bag for any small portables he might find, he checked his makeshift map and stepped away from the tavern.

"Gonna be a nice simple walk. Find the place, mark it, get out. Nice and simple."

Talking to himself probably wasn't a good sign.

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"Find what place?" Atom was still wandering around the City, exploring the area. Which was... admittedly a lot easier when you could fly.

"Are you lost?"

Well now, there was something you didn't see every day.

"Not lost yet. That comes after I find what I need." Then, because he couldn't resist. "How exactly are you doin' that if you don't mind my asking."

"Flying?" Atom landed on the ground, showing off the rocket boosters at the bottom of his boots. "They're built in, see?"

Mal really wasn't sure what to make of that. While far from a scientist, he was still pretty gorram sure that there was no way those boots should have worked like they did. "Well, ain't that somethin'"

Atom smiled. "Pretty neat, huh? So what was it you were looking for again?"

Like Mal, Howard also likes to explore the city and mark places out. Unlike Mal, he likes to mark the actual buildings themselves with a fat black sharpie. Upon hearing footsteps, he tucks the marker into his pocket and peeks around the doorway of the abandoned building he's broken into. His backpack is already loaded with 'loot', mostly pieces of scrap metal and a few miscellaneous items like lightbulbs and laundry detergent he managed to find in the house.

He uses his palm to cover up the sharpie marks, mostly just a few coded remarks on what useful stuff is in the house, wiring and piping and the like.

"If you're looking for people, you're heading the wrong way. This whole section of the city's pretty abandoned. Real estate bubble or something."

Catching sight of Howard's overloaded pack, Mal could form a pretty good guess as to what this man was doing out in this part of the city. Given it was likely it was the exact same thing he was planning on doing, he wasn't about to judge the other man, though he was cautious. Scavengers rarely appreciated other people moving in on their territory.

"Not really all that interested in people. More looking for what I can repurpose around here, and that's easier to do when the stuff you're taking don't belong to someone already."

"Well, not to get all Jets and Sharks on you, but anything with marker on the door is mine," Howard says, pulling his hand off the doorframe. "And I don't mean that in a 'don't touch my stuff' way. I just mean if you can seriously find anything worthwhile in these houses after I'm done with them I'll someone's shoe."

He probably would, too. He's developed quite a taste for shoe leather, although he hasn't actually tried to swallow it yet.

Howard sizes up the new guy. Significantly taller than him, but most adults (and most other teenagers) are. Has the wary stance of someone capable of firing first. Possibly armed.

Probably better to be friendly with him. "What're you looking for, by chance?"

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