009 ✫ Voice/Spam

[useofaswhat]

[Voice]

Just so y'all know, Nicole an' I'll get the boiler tonight. Do we got a dinner shift going here or are we fending for ourselves?

[Spam for Natasha]

[Sharing a room with Natasha might get a little awkward, but Mal has to admit that in an old-fashioned way it's a pretty nice one. There's a pair of double beds and a window looking out over an actual view, bleak and snowy though it might be. The place ain't exactly homey but for a stopover during a crash it's comfortable; at least there aren't any aliens this time. But funnily enough, whenever he looks outside he swears he sees Tracey's family graveyard on St. Albans.

Must be one of those times where looking out in the snow makes you see things. Mal shrugs his wool overcoat off and pushes the thought from his mind – he's got an inmate to deal with and a great amount to work through. That's far more important.]

Ladies first. Go ahead, pick your bunk.

Comments

[useofaswhat]

Could be the woods round here got cleaned out. [Which would make sense if the place wasn't completely abandoned.] Could also be nothing's comin' out in the snow, like you said. Most critters don't like a deep freeze.

[keepsthemsafe]

yeah but even in a deep freeze somebody'd be awake. I know I had t'sit through Mrs. Feeny's biology class all about "Georgia wildlife" and then with everything that happened...

...I dunno. Maybe you're right. You're probably right. 'm seein' ghosts where there ain't ghosts. Glad there's good tho. Don' know how these port things last but if there ain' animals out there we aren' gonna be sittin' pretty.

[useofaswhat]

Guess we can't be sure. How far did you comb the woods, son? Did you really scout through or just take a little look-see?

[keepsthemsafe]

Don't call me son. [Firm, angry.]

I walked a perimeter through that shit but I know I'm not the only one who was doin' it. Went about two miles out and 'round most of the buildin'.

Would have gone farther if I'd had a gun. There any around?

[useofaswhat]

Okay. Whoa there, no need to be twitchy.

Not that I know of, son. But stick inside and you ain't too likely to need one. Chances are we won't be here more'n a few days.

[keepsthemsafe]

[What did he just say man. What'd he just say. Shane doesn't say anything for a moment, all the same.]

Right. Okay.

As t'cookin' if nobody else steps up I did a spell of the stuff. Ain't done it in years but I could give it a shot.

[useofaswhat]

At least we won't starve. I got a feeling some folks around here could do worse.

[keepsthemsafe]

I'll go investigate the kitchens then.

[There's another response later]

Shit, there's Booze.

[useofaswhat]

You do that.

Looks like it ain't gonna be a bad stay.

[keepsthemsafe]

Hell yeah, there's a bar man.

[useofaswhat]

There's a bar on the ship too. Ain't you been up there yet?

[keepsthemsafe]

[Shane's expression goes grim] Ain't enough alcohol in the world..

'mma Walsh. We have a long proud tradition of bein' the town drunks. [He has nothing else to do. Eases the pain is a good point]

You sure you don' wanna join me man?

[useofaswhat]

When we're on the ship we ain't in the world, so it sounds like you're safe.

Could be I'll come down later. First we gotta turn the heat on.

[keepsthemsafe]

..Central heating. It's fucking beautiful.

[useofaswhat]

Necessities of life. You got your food, your clothes, your big ruttin' furnace...

[keepsthemsafe]

Y'all want me to come take a look? I used to fix my buddy's furnace all the time.

[useofaswhat]

Could do. We might've got enough pairs of hands already but I ain't sure any of us knows how this thing works.

[keepsthemsafe]

...I can at least give it a go-over. My daddy was a repairman. [When he wasn't a drunken bastard but what else is new?] It got a name or manufacturer on there?