I know this RP has had it’s troubles, and this won’t help, but those troubles are exactly why I’m leaving. No one ever wants to be the person to move the story along. Any post is some entry into a conversation that has little to no merit.

The situation with Mal is ridiculous. It seems as if he’s one character we can’t do this without, and never should have started until we had one figured out for sure. Simon is never on, and Zoe only ever plays one side of Zoe. Not once have we seen the fun loving side, just the hard ass. You have to remember she’s not always a cold bitch, she’s also a loving wife.

And we still have no Book. We shouldn’t have started until all characters were accounted for. So, again, I’m really sorry, but I’m going to have to quit.

zoewashburne:

Zoë smirked and gave Wash a quick kiss before standing back up and leaning against the control panel.

“So what do you think about this whole Saffron thing? We shouldn’t have brought her on board, not after the first time or the second. I don’t trust that xīnlǐ mǔgǒu one bit.” she said.

“Not like it really matters what I think, does it? I’m just the pilot. Captain’s the captain.” Wash was not at all comfortable with the idea of Saffron being onboard, and half a mind to feign engine problems, land on some moon, and leave her for death.

“Surely Mal has some reason for bringing along, though. She might have some intel for us again, or he might want revenge?”

zoewashburne:

After everything with Saffron died down and they were back out in the black, Zoë retreated to the bunk to have a small bit of quiet time. Not so strangely, this was interrupted by a usually strange comment from her husband over the mike.

A mustache? Oh hell no. Shaking her head slightly, Zoë climbed out of the bunk and walked towards the cockpit. Coming up behind Wash, she wrapped her arms around him and said, “Sweetie, you know that I don’t like them. You had it when you arrived on ship and the moment we decided to get married that was the first thing to go. It’s not coming back or I will incapacitate it with the use of force. Got it?” she said in a mildly playful way.

Wash pulled Zoe closer to him. “Oh, you will, will you? I think I like that idea.”

“I’m thinking of growing a mustache.”

I want some honest opinions, guys.

I don’t care if you think it’ll hurt my feelings. Let me know how I’m doing.