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Fill: Challenge #60 (Firefly)
Memorial Day threw me off - forgot it was Monday. I'm actually working on a fic for intoabar so here's what I was doing.
Kaylee never minded being on the small side. On the contrary, it meant she could always hide behind people like Mal or Zoe, like she was doing now. Mal’s brown duster, flaring out behind him, provided plenty of cover. He might not actually do it consciously, but he loved making a theatrical entrance, especially in front of big crowds like this, and Kaylee was fine with tarrying in his shadow.
The big crowd wasn't what bothered her. If you can’t stand crowds, you wouldn’t last a minute on any of the core worlds. She’d always been right at home on Persephone, at the various ports of call they’d docked at to take on jobs and passengers. In fact, she rather enjoyed watching the travelers rushing on to who-knew-where, the longshoremen loading and unloading cargo, and the shysters searching for new marks, fresh off the boat and ripe for the picking. Spacedocks followed a kind of natural cycle, every day, ships and their contents, both living and not, rolling in and out, like tides on the shore.
This place, though, unnerved her. She couldn’t spot a single natural thing about it. From the outside, it had looked like a sports arena - though far larger than any she’d seen - with a domed roof and a wide concourse circling it, leading to entrances equally spaced around its perimeter. Mal had headed straight for the closest door though the sign overhead had read “Real Property”. On the inside, from what Kaylee could see from behind him, visitors were herded down aisles delimited by half-walls, against which people stood with signs saying things like “Cottage on Lake Vetrern” and “Half an apartment on Traiment’s Row, Absalom” and tried desperately to attract anyone’s attention. Kaylee couldn’t see the opposite walls of the enormous structure over the heads of the crowd, but she did note the gently-curved ceiling far overhead and the catwalks crisscrossing the space in between, from which armed guards scanned the crowd below them.
intoabar so here's what I was doing.Kaylee never minded being on the small side. On the contrary, it meant she could always hide behind people like Mal or Zoe, like she was doing now. Mal’s brown duster, flaring out behind him, provided plenty of cover. He might not actually do it consciously, but he loved making a theatrical entrance, especially in front of big crowds like this, and Kaylee was fine with tarrying in his shadow.
The big crowd wasn't what bothered her. If you can’t stand crowds, you wouldn’t last a minute on any of the core worlds. She’d always been right at home on Persephone, at the various ports of call they’d docked at to take on jobs and passengers. In fact, she rather enjoyed watching the travelers rushing on to who-knew-where, the longshoremen loading and unloading cargo, and the shysters searching for new marks, fresh off the boat and ripe for the picking. Spacedocks followed a kind of natural cycle, every day, ships and their contents, both living and not, rolling in and out, like tides on the shore.
This place, though, unnerved her. She couldn’t spot a single natural thing about it. From the outside, it had looked like a sports arena - though far larger than any she’d seen - with a domed roof and a wide concourse circling it, leading to entrances equally spaced around its perimeter. Mal had headed straight for the closest door though the sign overhead had read “Real Property”. On the inside, from what Kaylee could see from behind him, visitors were herded down aisles delimited by half-walls, against which people stood with signs saying things like “Cottage on Lake Vetrern” and “Half an apartment on Traiment’s Row, Absalom” and tried desperately to attract anyone’s attention. Kaylee couldn’t see the opposite walls of the enormous structure over the heads of the crowd, but she did note the gently-curved ceiling far overhead and the catwalks crisscrossing the space in between, from which armed guards scanned the crowd below them.
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Firefly is one of those series that's been on my radar for a few years but haven't actually watched (I have a list going of things to watch later). But congrats on doing Into a Bar! I thought about signing up.