01 November 2013 @ 05:50 pm
( private } polly, dean, aeryn, alpha, ned, iris, hannibal )public, minus hannibal } videoAnyone who's harboring murderous impulses towards Hannibal Lecter: please at least let me know before you go after him. Anyone in whom he takes a particular and unsolicited interest, let me know that as well. Sooner rather than later, if you please.
22 September 2013 @ 02:50 pm
[Mal often thinks that she has the very stupidest captain who has ever been. This is quite all right with her, she doesn't mind it. And he does rise to appropriate occasions. However, only a very particular type of person would name a ship Whatfor on purpose. Well, more or less purpose.]
[She spends the first hour of their first day at port heckling her captain to go to certain places and do certain things. These places and activities probably don't exist anymore, or else never did; Mal hasn't been back to Oxford in years and years, but there's nothing wrong with a little wild goose chase.]
[Once she puts two feet onto land, though, she's on a mission.]
[First step: go to the Ivory Scorpion and get dramatically drunk. Possibly start a bar fight, or several. There's nothing quite as excellent as a bar fight after weeks of none whatsoever. Before the fight, she'll ideally pick up a little gossip that will serve her during the rest of their stop.]
[Second step: surreptitiously trail her captain, to ensure he's taking suitable advantage of shenanigans available. If he is not, encourage him to partake.]
[Third step: visit family, wherever they might be, whatever they might have gotten themselves into. Hopefully Dean, at least, has gotten himself into quite a lot.]
[Fourth step: take in a church service. Less for piety than to keep an eye on how things have changed. The Church has always had such influence, and these days she hears things are worse. Or better, depending who you ask. She'd say worse.]
[Fifth step: walk the streets at night. See what's what. Maybe a little casual vigilantism. She's done worse. Bush should know better than to let her loose on the general public, that's Ambrose's educated opinion. She can't help but agree, and yet - well. Here she is.]
[Hello, Oxford.]