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Sep. 21st, 2006 03:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Wash is gone. Pretty much every member of the crew has chipped in to help with flying at some point; skill levels vary, of course, but it's not complicated to fly in a straight line through the black, or babysit the autopilot. Every night, Zoe silently takes Naomi and leaves for Milliways, to sleep there instead of in their bunk.
All the same, there's work needs doing. Or, maybe, everyone's got extra reasons to seek out work right now. Keep the hands busy and (maybe) the mind quiet.
Either way, it's been a while since River's guns were last cleaned. Which is why she and Mal are sitting at the kitchen table with rags and brushes and oil, guns in various states of disassembly spread before them both.
All the same, there's work needs doing. Or, maybe, everyone's got extra reasons to seek out work right now. Keep the hands busy and (maybe) the mind quiet.
Either way, it's been a while since River's guns were last cleaned. Which is why she and Mal are sitting at the kitchen table with rags and brushes and oil, guns in various states of disassembly spread before them both.
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Date: 2006-09-25 05:58 am (UTC)"Weren't nothing worth holding on to anyway."
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Date: 2006-09-25 06:07 am (UTC)She nods.
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Date: 2006-09-25 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-25 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-25 06:19 am (UTC)"I'm sorry."
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Date: 2006-09-25 06:26 am (UTC)"Just jumped," she says.
"Call it exercise."
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Date: 2006-09-25 06:32 am (UTC)"Can't think I'd even be able t'shoot one of them now."
It's whispered, soft, with a sharp lace of anger.
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Date: 2006-09-25 06:44 am (UTC)"Could if you had to." Just as soft, and matter of fact.
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Date: 2006-09-25 02:00 pm (UTC)Maybe she can be sure for him.
And then he looks like he wants to say something, ask something, but he doesn't, and instead he gives a labored chuckle and smiles, shaking his head at a memory.
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Date: 2006-09-25 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-25 08:52 pm (UTC)"Jack can't shoot for shit, never could. Nearly got us killed up on that mountain."
And maybe it's a little bit of an exaggeration, but isn't that half the fun in story telling?
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Date: 2006-09-25 09:02 pm (UTC)She's listening, and her face has softened.
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Date: 2006-09-25 09:07 pm (UTC)he says, and it's not a snub, but an emell- embel-
an addition.
"Coyotes in the trees."
And for a brief moment, he flashes on that sheep, ripped open and bloo-
"Bear spooked the damn pack animals, lost most 'f our food."
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Date: 2006-09-25 11:48 pm (UTC)And listens.
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Date: 2006-09-25 11:57 pm (UTC)"Knocked the fuckin' hell out've my head, took me most've the rest of the day to pick up the food. Get back to camp, Jack's there waiting and there ain't nothin' but fuckin' beans to eat. Jack says he's gonna shoot us somethin' to eat.
There's something not unlike a smirk on his face.
"We'd'a starved to death."
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:20 am (UTC)But she's smiling a little herself, and that's mostly a constant.
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:25 am (UTC)He sure's hell tried.
Ennis is smiling, too, and it seems maybe like the mountains are a little bit closer, the air's a little bit crisper.
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Date: 2006-09-26 01:33 am (UTC)This contribution is soft enough that it's clear she's not trying to interrupt the story. (Though what she means by it is not so much clear, maybe.)
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Date: 2006-09-26 01:42 am (UTC)"S'it, really."
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Date: 2006-09-26 01:45 am (UTC)"Yes," she says, and smiles at Ennis.
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Date: 2006-09-26 02:00 am (UTC)Maybe it'll be like that again, some day.
Maybe they missed out on it altogether.
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Date: 2006-09-26 02:15 am (UTC)(o lost, and shall not come again)
only memory. And all you can do is cling to their ghosts, or try to forget, whichever one hurts less.
And there are things that you can reclaim, and sometimes you don't even know that you can until you have.
"We'll make him cook," River says, and her smile has faded a little but the warmth of it is still in her eyes.
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Date: 2006-09-26 02:20 am (UTC)Ennis looks very serious.
"Worse'n I am, maybe."
Can't cook, can't shoot, what good is he?
Ennis slides down in the seat a little, one hand going to cuff his arm.
"It'll be good."
He says, like they've agreed to something.
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Date: 2006-09-26 02:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 12:21 am (UTC)And? A small foil container from which a recognizable smell - again, to River - is emanating.
"You get the plates."
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