http://pantsaretight.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] pantsaretight.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-10-12 07:08 pm

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.

[identity profile] tetsuwan-atom.livejournal.com 2011-10-13 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"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?"
iselldrugstothecommunity: (Do I run now?)

Have a fellow scavenger!

[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2011-10-14 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
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."