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New moderatorship [Jul. 30th, 2006|01:57 pm]
Serenity

dien
[Feelin' |cheerfulcheerful]

Update to all folk and sechlike that still have this community under watch f'r various reasons:

aint_we_just is passing into the hands of new management that intends to revive this comm as a Firefly RP. Yay!

Because of this, all old entries, and community memberships, will more than likely be deleted. Ergo, if you had RP threads you wished to save and haven't yet, now would be the time to do so.

The Ain't We Just mods wish all luck and success to phoenix_tempest.

-dien
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Honestly, There Could Be Tears (River) [Jan. 25th, 2006|10:23 pm]
Serenity

sweetkayleefrye
btvsats_love drabble prompt: Belonging

Title: Honestly, There Could be Tears
Author: vikingprincess
Series: Firefly/Serenity
Pairing: River, implied Simon/Kaylee, implied Wash/Zoe
Rating: All Ages
Setting: Opening Scenes of the Big Damn Movie
Warnings: none, except for a mild spoiler or two early in the movie.

( Read more... )
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OOC notification to AWJ players [Jan. 12th, 2006|11:44 pm]
Serenity
thebookofjude
[Feelin' |sadsad]

I'm sure it comes as no surprise to anyone when I say our game is, unfortunately, quite obviously dead.

*sad face*

I'm hardly going to assign blame to the players when frankly it was me, your humble mod, who fell down on the job and didn't do as much as I should have. Perhaps we never clicked as a crew either, but sometimes that's the way it goes in the land of online RP... I was, however, extremely happy for the chance to play with all of you as much as I did and share our mutual love for a wonderful fandom.

I wish you all the best of luck in finding active RPs to join if you so desire. The AWJ community will not be deleted at any time in the immediate future, so if you wish to reread old threads, do so with enjoyment.

To those of you who watched our game without joining, I also apologize that things didn't take off as we might have hoped.

Thank you all for your time,

Dien
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On-Ship Announcement [Oct. 18th, 2005|03:39 pm]
Serenity
reaverbait
"Attention all crew, this is your captain speaking. We'll be meetin' in the galley directly to discuss a new business prospect. Be there or don't get paid."
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The Heist, Planetside [Oct. 18th, 2005|03:36 pm]
Serenity
reaverbait
“And you’re sure that’s all we have to do?” Mal had that look in his eye. The look that said, If you weren’t paying me to do this I’d be shootin’ you about now.

Zoe crossed her arms and regarded Mal and Baldwin. The two men were staring at each other so intensely Zoe was fair sure they’d forgotten she was there too.

“Sure’s shootin’, Mal. Think of the profits!” Baldwin’s eyes sparkled gleefully.

“Oh I’m thinkin’. I’m thinkin’ it ain’t near enough money for exposin’ my people like that.” Mal leaned forward, propped his elbows on Baldwin’s desk and steepled his fingers. “Way I see it, you’re just the middle man in this. I could steal that gem m’self and pull in all the profit.”

Zoe saw Baldwin’s eyes harden and he too leaned forward. “I’m more than the middle man. I’m you’re cover. I’m your legit reason for bein’ on that godforsaken hunk o’ rock.”

“Sure, as much as selling produce at cut rates and subverting the local tariff marshals is legit.”

If the two men leaned in any more Zoe thought they were liable to crack their skulls together.

There was a long, tense silence, the kind that made Zoe’s trigger finger kinda itchy. She settled her arms more firmly across her chest.

“Two thirds,” Mal said at last.

“My ass!” growled Baldwin.

“Is not on the line. It’s the asses o’ me and mine that stand to get burnt. Cut us in on two thirds of the profit on that gem, plus you’re gonna pay us transport scale for the produce run else you can find yourself another crew.” Mal’s jaw was set so hard Zoe figured he could likely crack diamonds between his molars.

“You drive a hard bargain, you bastard.” Baldwin sat back in his chair and Zoe felt the tension evaporate from the room.

“I learned it from the best.” Mal settled back as well. Baldwin pulled a bag from his desk drawer and tossed it to Mal who caught it one-handed.

“Your advance. Outfit your ship as you see fit. My men will load your ship up with the legit stuff this afternoon. Once you acquire the rest of the cargo I expect you to be in the sky as soon as possible. Nobody will buy the lettuce once it’s wilted.”

Mal nodded, stood and extended his hand. “Good doin’ business with you. I’d say we’ll be in touch, but we won’t.”

Baldwin snorted. “As long as you get paid, right?”

Mal’s eyes narrowed a little. “Any reason I mightn’t be?”

“Nope. Buyer’s as honest as the day is long out there. And since the sun never really sets...” Baldwin snickered.

“Except for the whole hiring you to steal something he wants part of the equation.” Both men turned to Zoe when she spoke up. “Other than that I’m sure he’s perfectly honest and reliable.”

“Er.” Baldwin said, looking at Mal for help. Mal looked from Zoe to Baldwin and grinned. “As long as I get paid.” He strode out the door and Zoe followed.

Once they were outside and back into the noisy bustle of the docking area Mal turned to Zoe. “What do you think?”

“What do I think? Sir, he’s asking us to break into the home of a planetary governor, steal a large and easily recognizable gem and transport it through Alliance space to a well known planetary sultan. What could possibly go wrong?”

Mal’s eye sparkled when he smiled, much like a small child who’s just managed to get a hold of an entire cookie jar. “Confidence. That’s what I like to hear. Let’s go tell the crew.”
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The Truth Will Out [Oct. 10th, 2005|07:30 pm]
Serenity

sweetkayleefrye
"Yeah, there's something wrong wtih Inara, all right... and it only has a little to do with the Cap'n, Wash."

Grimly, Kaylee set her sweet mouth in a tight line, before coming out with the horribleness of it all.

"Inara's leaving us, Wash. She come to me all drunk and cryin' in the Infirmary and she's leavin', Wash, 'Nara's leavin' us!" The sentences ended on a wail of despair.

Sniffling, she added, "So that's why I wanna find her an' Simon... 'cause ain't none of us gonna get to see her much longer.

[OOC - This is a repost from an entry at the end of a VERY long thread that was started on August 29th. Please reply here, not at the end of the old thread. Thanks.]
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sunshine is good for regaining composure(come take a walk with me?) [Aug. 31st, 2005|11:12 pm]
Serenity
companion_serra
[Feelin' |confusedconfused]
[Listenin' to |wind in the grass]

Inara made her slow way through the halls of Serenity, looking fresh and calm. You had to look at her closely to see that her eyes were over bright and the colour in her cheeks was from a jar. She moved softly, eyes darting, incongruent withteh serene smile she maintined througout her journey.

the talk with Kaylee played over and over in her brain. Damn Mal and his terrible timing. She wrung her hands, twisting the tassels of her silk shawl into a knotted mess. As she approached the cargo bay she paused, breathed, stared at clenched fingers until they relaxed and uncurled. She bolstered the smile and moved forward into the room and out of the ship. Fresh air and sun might not solve her problem, but at least a planet side vew would be something new to stare at while she fought her demons.
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getting grounded. [Aug. 29th, 2005|08:58 pm]
Serenity
pilot_wash
With a dramatic sigh and slow stretch, Wash leaned back in his seat and propped his feet - delicately - on a relatively whatzit-free section of Serenity's controls. The ship was quiet on the ground the way it never quite was while in flight, and it felt almost too quiet up here, looking out over the colorful landscape of Greenleaf. It wasn't easy to curb the urge to rush down and outside. While traversing the Black had been his lifelong dream, there was something satisfying and real about breathing atmospheric air that hadn't likely been "recycled" or "cleansed" by anything other than a Nature coaxed by humanity's hands.

But Wash waited. To be honest, while he doubted that Jayne was really going to take out pent-up frustrations on his person, it wouldn't hurt anything to give the man-ape some time to distract himself outside. And, frankly, while none of the others were likely a threat physically - even River, there had been no soup-making recently on board - time on land was generally a little odd, at first, especially when they'd been in the sky so long. Never knew how anyone would act given a whole little world of opportunities, especially the way things'd been lately...

"Oh, this is so not working," he muttered to himself. Very nearly jumping to his feet, Wash grabbed his cap and started out of the cabin. Hesitating, he briefly detoured to grab a smallish plastic pterodactyl toy from his menagerie and tucked it in the front pocket of his garish pink and orange shirt. There were a lot of really big trees on Greenleaf, suitable for Pthomas the Pterodactyl to conquor.

Thumping down the metal stairs, Wash trotted toward the cargo bay and the promise of fresh air.
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Out into the world [Aug. 24th, 2005|04:40 pm]
Serenity
reaverbait
[Feelin' |busy]

Mal came down the stairs with his boots clanking against each metal step, face raising to see Zoe in the cargo bay. He half-nodded to himself as he reached the floor of the cargo bay, crossing to the airlock's door and punching the button for release.

Fresh air came in first, planet-air, all green and growin' and so forth. Mal didn't smile, but it felt good hitting his face. The doors opened and ramps lowered; they were back on the earth again.

Mal picked up the intercom from beside the door, flipping it on and saying, "We're down, folks. Those of you want to get some fresh air, you do that; but crew, don't get too far from ship. Zoe and I ain't going to be gone that long, and when we get back, we'll have work to discuss."

He clicked the com off. "Zoe, let's go get us some fresh air and a job."

Malcolm Reynolds exited his ship, as always unhappy to leave her, but knowing he'd be comin' back.
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Post-Announcement, In the Cargo Bay [Aug. 18th, 2005|10:22 pm]
Serenity
warren_zoe
[Feelin' |pensivepensive]
[Listenin' to |*click*]

*click*

Zoe's leaning against the cargo bay bulkhead, right hand resting on her revolver. She's pulling the hammer back

*click*

and releasing it

*click*

-- a noise that echoes through the empty cargo bay.

Somethin's not sittin' right with her. Somethin' the cap'n said. She runs their conversation up on the bridge back through her head.

*click* Pause.

"Zoe, I'll take either you or Jayne to meet with Baldwin; don't think I need the both of you, though."

Since when does the cap'n ever go anywhere alone with Jayne? Her brow furrows.

*click*

Jayne's tried to shoot, maim or otherwise set the cap'n up for grievous bodily harm how many times now? Zoe's lost count. She keeps trustin' Jayne because the cap'n keeps trustin' him. Doesn't mean that she has to much like him. Doesn't mean she feels right about the cap'n doin' spec on a job with naught but Jayne to back 'im.

*click*

Why on Earth-That-Was would the cap'n think--

*click*

But he wouldn't think, would he? Thinkin' wasn't his way when it came to the crew. He trusted 'em all, one just like another with no regard to the past. They're just his crew and they're always gonna have his back.

*click*

Leastways, that's how Zoe figures he sees it.

*click*

Doesn't mean she much likes it, though.
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