river_meimei: (intent)
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River sits in the copilot's chair, staring at the blank impassive screen. It's switched off, even the brief WAVE DISCONNECTED light dark now. Around her, the ship is silent, but for the hum of the distant engine.

She doesn't look to see if there's a log of that call.






After several minutes, she reaches for the controls again. A few quick taps connect her to the Cortex, and bounce the signal through the appropriate buffers; this call is outgoing, to a number she doesn't need to look up.

Date: 2008-06-13 03:50 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - baby blues)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
Ship's clock, it's morning. As it happens, on Lavinia, it's morning too.


The tinny, electronic chirrup repeats, and again, and a few too many times.



Crowley flickers into being, bed-rumpled, with a faded blue shirt and sharp blue eyes.

Date: 2008-06-13 04:13 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - it will not last the night)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
He looks... drawn. Eroded, somehow, as though the elements, wind and waves and sand, have worn the skin of his face down close to the bone underneath.

"River," he says stupidly.

Date: 2008-06-13 04:23 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - scar [b&w])
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"Yes," he says, and that seems to snap him into wakefulness, eyes fading through a sickly green and back to yellow, pupils elongating to familiar slits - suddenly wary.

"Everything okay?"

Date: 2008-06-19 02:33 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - scar)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
His shoulders slump back into their half-awake slouch as Crowley relaxes a little. Not all the way - a wave from Serenity is too rare for someone as paranoid as Crowley to dismiss all worry out of hand.

(And there's River's question.)

But he relaxes a little.

"Same old," he says, which in one context is a lie, but in another - in the context of years, decades, centuries, millennia - isn't a lie at all.

Date: 2008-06-19 03:02 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (thygatera mou)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"Yeah," Crowley agrees. "Always am."

Still flying can be a good thing. Or it can... not.

There's something a little distant in Crowley's face when he speaks, which doesn't mean 'cold' or 'reserved', but simply means 'far away'.

"So to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Date: 2008-06-19 03:20 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - formalities)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"Sup- oh."

There are very few people in the 'verse who might conceivably, around this time of year, make a point of buying Crowley a beer.

One of them is asleep in the bedroom behind him.

Another one (perhaps, if she remembers) is Kaylee.

So -

So Crowley's face flickers through a range of emotions rather too complex for having just woken up: surprise, something private and close to fond, and then faint alarm.

"You've been talking to him? Raguel, I mean? Did he - "

Did he tell you why, but that's not important right now.

Date: 2008-06-19 03:56 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - scar)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley

"Okay," Crowley says, after a moment. "That - okay."

It doesn't sound particularly dire, at least. And Crowley hopes that if Raguel were in trouble - or... more trouble than usual, anyway - he'd not pick River, of all people, to contact.

"Did he - "

Crowley interrupts himself with a cavernous yawn.

"Did he, er. Say anything else?"

Date: 2008-06-19 04:30 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - formalities)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"I can tell," he replies, something honest tugging at the corner of his mouth.


"Swing by sometime, and you can buy me one in person."

Date: 2008-06-19 04:48 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - scar)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley

"Alright," he says, looking away and raising his hands, palms outwards. "Was worth a shot, anyway."

Date: 2008-06-19 04:57 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - scar)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
His eyes flick back up to River's face. After a moment:

"Something that's actually meant for drinking," he warns.

Date: 2008-06-19 05:12 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - scar)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"Well," he says, lowering his hands before one comes back up to scratch at the back of his neck. "Comes from tasting more than a few things that aren't meant for drinking."

Date: 2008-07-04 04:51 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - formalities)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"Too kind," Crowley replies, creakily inclining his head.

It's meant to sound mock-grateful; one out of two isn't bad.

Date: 2008-07-04 05:31 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (andronicus - formalities)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
There's a quiet cracking sound as Crowley rolls his shoulders, after which (swallowing a tiny yawn) he leans sideways, against the corner where the Cortex hub is set deep in the wall.

He looks at River, long and considering.


"You actually make it in to buy it, maybe I'll tell you why you're supposed to be doing it."

Date: 2008-07-04 06:10 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (thygatera mou)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
"Uh-oh," Crowley says, cracking a grin.

(Cracking: a good word for it.)

"Then I should probably make up something interesting to make it worth your while."

Maybe. Maybe not.

It might be... good. A good thing.

Maybe he wants to.

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