∂ first found object

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[The scrape of metal against wood floors is loud, heavy in her ears.]

Si- [Her throat feels raw, the voice tired almost.] Simon?

[There's a bit of panic. She remembers, she knows she went to sleep.]

Simon? [The panic grows, becoming more aware of the actual where of her situation. Where did they take her? What could she have done? Serenity, the hum of her is gone. It's so different... so full of echoes and the ghosts, she knows they had names... things have names and proper nouns are never to forget their - forget. She was supposed to forget. Erase it. It's gone. Like a gap. A space. Empty.]

They took it... Simon? They took it and I can't find something that fits... [she gets up, her arms still bound in the handcuffs, the weight of them heavy as they clunk to the door as she opens it, heading into the hall]

Go to ground. When...? When did we go to ground?

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[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

Is it mine? [because, it feels like it should be hers, but she's not really too sure]

[just-the-pilot.livejournal.com]

[nods] Yup. And you can do whatever you want with it, too. Just ask the ghosts for anything you need. [again, he's sort of assuming she's heard about the ghosts by this point. and then, grins] You should've seen me trying to decorate.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

Murals of geese?

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

[She grins a little at what River says]

Close, I'd say.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[nods, slowly getting up to her feet]

Where can I find you? [head tilts as she pushes the door to her room open, listening for the ghosts]

[just-the-pilot.livejournal.com]

[makes a face at them both] I'm not that hopeless. Just because I had orange and green curtains for a week...

[and then, to River's question] We're down in 519.

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

I'm just grateful we could get rid of them.

[She nods at Wash's response to the floor] You know what room you got?

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[nods again, her fingers tracing over the nameplate]

This one. One thousand, four hundred and sixteen. There aren't that many rooms here. Mathmatically this number isn't accurate.

[it takes her only a moment to calculate it in her head] This is the two-hundred and seventy-sixth room, without considering the towers to have a priority over the actual floors. [takes a slow breath, peering into the room]

[just-the-pilot.livejournal.com]

[...really doesn't know how to respond to River, sometimes, and tilts his head a little to look past her into the room, too, before he responds] At least this way you only need your room number to know which floor you're on, like a hotel. Like a... really creepy hotel.

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

[yeah...she's a bit unsure too]

Right...first digit or two tell the floor number, not the actual number of the room.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[a look, one of 'those' looks, because the girl is a genius]

I know.