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Rare Old Times: Ch. 5b
Tuesday, May 23, 2006

In Which a Lot of People Talk


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** Chapter 5b: Interludes In Which a Lot of People Talk **

A/N: Not really long enough for a chapter all it's own, this is kind of just a little exercise in dialogue. Fun though!

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The Dining Area: 1015 Day 2

So you’re the man who married Zoe.

Yep.

Lucky bugger.

Laughter

Yep.

The Infirmary: 1234 Day 3

Toot.

River.

Toot toot.

River, stop. I’m trying to read.

Tootoot toot.

River, you’re giving me a headache.

Tootootootoot toot.

I can’t tell if this is the insanity –tooting- or just the bratty little sister.

Toottoottoo toot toot, toot toot!

At least play a tune, please? I know you can, I heard you doing South Australia with Saoirse earlier.

A shake of the head.

Toooooooooooooot.

Now, River, usually I abhor violence, but if you don’t stop-or at least find something soothing to play- I’m either going to shove that whistle down your throat or shoot Miss O’Malley for giving it to you. I haven’t decided which yet.

A baleful look, then the soft, sweet sounds of “The Fields of Athenry”

Thank you. That’s lovely.

Toooooot.

The Cargo Bay: 1649 Day 3

Clink of metal weights against each other.

What do you think, Preacher?

She’s a fascinating young woman. And although I don’t agree with her politics, it is admirable how she cares for her brother.

A grunt.

Yeah, I’d do the same if’n it was Mattie in front of a firin’ squad. Well, a gallows anyway. They don’t shoot ya back home, just hang ya. Rope’s cheaper’n bullets.

What do you think she’s doing up there?

My guess? Catchin’ a smoke. I do it sometimes too.

Shuttle Two: 1713 Day 3

A cough.

Goodness, hello.

Oh, Jaysus, sorry, Miss-

No, don’t bother. I know you’re upset. And quite a few of my clients smoke.

Well, all right, Miss, if you’re sure it don’t bother you.

Not at all.

Was there somethin’ you…

No, I was just passing and saw the hatch cracked. I thought you might be in here. If you wanted to talk at all…

Oh no, Miss, thanks all the same. Just grabbin’ a quiet smoke where it won’t bother no one.

Very considerate of you. And it’s Inara.

Right.

And it looks like you’ve been having more then just one ‘quiet smoke’.

A grin.

Caught me. Bit nervous, really.

Frightened for your brother.

Yeah. He’s just a baby, really. Doesn’t deserve what I’ve brought on ‘im.

Silence.

I’m not afraid of the crew failin’. I’m not. I’m scared of what’s gonna happen before we get there. Didja hear about Kevin Kelly?

The thief?

A vicious shake of red curls.

Kevin Kelly was no thief. But it was before they passed Defense of the Realm. Just before the war. So they couldn’t charge him with all the things they wanted. Instead they beat him unconscious, rolled him down a flight of stairs and kicked his kidneys in. Then they hanged him. Just don’t know what kinda shape Ruadhri’s gonna be in when we go to get him.

ialogue. Fun though!

COMMENTS

Tuesday, May 23, 2006 11:55 PM

AMDOBELL


That seemed odd with no quotes for the dialogue. Not sure why you put this separate instead of tying it in with the story though. Looking forward to the next chapter and more story. Ali D :~)
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