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.

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[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?