paradisalogs | This Land. [Open]

Who: Hoban Washburne and YOU.
What: Wash's arrival in the castle.
When: Evening.
Where: Bedroom, hallway, corridors - you'll meet him somewhere on his journey.
Rating: PG.

"Aah!"

He sat up, and looked down. Because he was not in his pilot's chair - having performed a feat of piloting that one really would want to brag about - and this was definitely not Serenity. Frankly, it looked like some of the old holo-vids he'd seen over the years. He half expected a guy in tights to come swinging out of nowhere saying that they had to save the princess.

The next thing he noticed was that he was in a comfortable bed. This was also new. And he had a book. And a pen to write with, which was...nice. He'd not written by hand in...well, he couldn't even remember how long.

It took a bit to figure out the book, but he wrote in it, and would continue to do so as he ventured out from a room that, to his utter shock, bore his name.

But the fun part was just beginning, really - namely, exploring this place with a book clutched to his chest (which itched something fierce), and trying to figure out just what the heck had happened to him.

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After closing his journal, Simon headed out to look for Wash, setting aside his nervousness over the fact that his crewmate was supposed to be dead. There were any number of reasons it could not be so, and so he decided to simply not worry about it for now.

All in all, he was glad to see SOMEONE from his world- it wasn't River or Kaylee, mind, but Wash had always seemed to not mind his presence in the slightest, and at least he wasn't Jayne.

Finally spotting the familiar man, Simon raised his hand in greeting.

"Wash!"

He grinned, turning to face him and waving in return.

"Hey! Simon!"

He jogged over, and actually clapped the man into a hug.

"Thank the stars for somebody familiar!"

Simon was surprised by the hug, but it startled a laugh out of him.

"I feel the same way, believe me," he chuckled. "I have made some friends here, but it's not quite the same without the rest of the crew. Any longer and I could even begin to miss Jayne."

He laughed in response.

"Wow, you really have been here a while. Seriously, do you really want the eventual rescue party to come equipped with Jayne?"

He looked around.

"Though I think he'd like it here. There's dungeons for him to lurk in, probably."

"He would," Simon agreed. "Plenty of people to pick fights with, too. It would almost be like being home again."

He then began to turn toward the direction of the staircase.

"Let's walk for a while; I can show you around and try to answer any questions you may have."

"Oh, damn, I think you just described Jayne's Paradise, though without the prostitutes."

He started to follow.

"Ok, I'm good. Just point me towards the food, the shower, and the washroom, I'm good. Well, double-good."

"True. He'd still be quite happy regardless."

As they walked, Simon was silent for a moment as he gathered his thoughts.

"Well, first things first- you can wish for those sorts of things. Just do it, and they will appear."

To demonstrate, Simon held his hand out and wished for a pen- and just like that, one appeared.

"Obivously, it won't give you everything- like a way to escape here, for example- but you can, at least, feed and clothe yourself. There is a town outside the castle as well, and there are a lot of shops. We do have currency here- some people get jobs, while others simply wish for some whenever they need it. We have everything we need, more or less, as far as material wants go."

"Well, there goes my plan to wish for a spoon and a mattress to hide the resulting gravel in," he responded.

He cocked his head though.

"Wait, so, if people wish for cash, but they can pay for things with that imaginary cash, how does anything have any value here? Also, I'm out of a job twice over. No flight and no crime? This is a bit of a downside, resume wise."

"You know, that's a good question," Simon said thoughtfully. "It may have more to do with a desire to make life as normal as possible than anything else. We expect to have to pay for things, so... that sort of system developed."

He then frowned.

"That did not occur to me. We'll have to find something for you to do... I am sure someone in this castle can find you something."

"Well, that would make sense. Otherwise it's just one big ball of weird."

He paused.

"Rather than a big giant castle of weird. I mean, geez, I could fly Serenity down some of these halls."

Simon laughed at that.

"Believe me, you have not experienced much of the strangeness that comes with it yet- the size of the thing is the least of your worries."

"Hey doc?"

He grinned at the man, shaking his head. "You're doing way better at that whole 'reassuring' thing. No, really, Like a fish on a bicycle."

Simon blinked, then chuckled, mentally chastening himself for getting too far ahead of himself.

"... I do seem to have a special talent for that, don't I? Open mouth, insert foot. But, really, I'm not trying to scare you or anything like that- I just feel it would do us all well to be prepared."

Wash would run into a woman he didn't know, but the stride and carriage were all too familiar. She wasn't Zoe but he would know her as a warrior woman from the instant she looked at him. That sudden feeling the redhead was sizing him up to see just what sort of threat he might be...apparently not much from the way she dismissed it just as quickly.

"New or lost?"

Oh he did. And this also meant he kept his hands out and a little bit away from his body. Just like Zoe had taught him. You kept things ready, you kept them loose, and that kept you alive, she'd always said.

"Uhh....new?"

But he was damned pleased she dismissed him like that. Hand-to-hand wasn't his sport at all.

"Has anyone explained this place? Doesn't appear overtly harmful but it's always best to know."

She was being almost helpful, really it was in her own best interest. The less people here who got themselves into trouble the less work she'd have getting them out of it.

Purely self motivated.

"Umm...yes?"

He leaned back a bit. This woman had a look in her eye that, were it made physical, might bend steel.

"I kinda have a friend here."

"Stick with them, this place isn't exactly what it seems."

He seemed smart enough to keep himself out of trouble, if confused as hell.

"Oh, you mean it isn't your normal magic teleporting-people-around castle. Ok, good to know. I mean, I thought it was a run of the mill sort, right?"

He looked around.

"Though apparently you can wish for sandwiches, so it can't be all bad."

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