What is this thing that builds our dreams

[zoe_alleyne]

Who: Zoe and you! OAT completely, not even kidding.
What: Zoe Arrives, she is confused and short tempered.
When: Early evening, Sunday.
Where: Roaming around the castle.
Rating: PG-13, may involve course language and minor violence.



Hoban Washburne was dead.

Lots of other folks had perished in the events following the rediscovery of Miranda, but none had been so keenly felt as the pilot's.

She'd fly true, hadn't that been what she'd told her captain? Both Serenity and herself, more so herself in that reference. Three whole days since she last cried without knowing it. She wouldn't stretch it so far as to say she was on the mend, but she was functional. Her back still made her wince with each stretched movement though. Doc said it would take time to heal, well time they had.

Crew touched down on Hera, hadn't been back in years but it seemed a fitting enough place to cool their heels and line up their new lives. Mal an River had taken up piloting Serenity so they weren't in the market for a new pilot just yet. Zoe suspected that courtesy was owed more out of respect to Wash and comfort for her than the lack of funds the captain blamed it on.

They were makin' peace, they were movin' on.

Movin' on don't normally mean waking up in a bunk that ain't yours though. Nor does it mean finding yourself on some strange kinda place that looked like a story book from Earth the was. Zoe had woke with a start and sat up sharply, she instantly regretted the move; pain lanced up through her spine and doubled her over. Slow and steady was a hard thing to get used to and in this circumstance it was not something she was willing to do right now.

Zoe grunted through the pain and let her fingers trail back to check the long scar down her back. A couple of spots felt like the flesh bond might have split but it was good enough. She could move with this wound, that was what mattered.

With gritted teeth Zoe pushed herself off the bed and to the door, she paused only long enough to sling on her gun belt and holster her sidearm. The mare's leg,by now practically a part of her, was held at the ready as she ventured out into the hall; from there she intended to see just what the hell was going on.

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i am so sorry except no not really

[forsometimenow]

Jennifer had woken up that morning to find Blue sleeping on her doorstep, the sheepdog that she knew belonged to her friend merely nosing against her hand when she reached down to rouse him, showing no sign that he was lost or scared. She'd let him inside her room, deciding that perhaps he'd gotten off his leash while on a walk, come back to the castle, gotten lost looking for Ray's room and lay in front of a door with another familiar scent to rest. That thought mentally settled (and not even considering the other possibility), Jennifer decided to give him breakfast while she ate her own, then wished a leash into existence, deciding to walk him around the castle to go and find Ray.

Her mind was beginning to wander the longer they went without finding him, but Jennifer stopped short with a small gasp of surprise as she saw a woman holding a gun a short distance down the hallway.

Sorry again for the accidental threadjack.

[silentrunning]

[There was something niggling at the back of Chell's mind. That woman she'd seen earlier.... She looked pretty darn lost and confused. And here Chell had unintentionally butted in on her conversation. She should really apologize for that, she figured. So she's wandering the halls, looking for this woman.]