But you know what they say about me…

[spiderforhire]

Characters: The Stalk
Date: August 8th
Location: Streets of Keeliai, Various Sectors
Situation: There's an eight-eyed, armless, half-naked lady walking through the streets!
Warnings/Rating: Nudity, arachnophobia, drug use mention, sarcasm (flirting and violence are also equally likely)


It wasn't the worst planet she'd ever landed on, and it certainly wasn't the strangest circumstances. One time she woke up on Tenement in bed with ten hookers, three kilos of blow, and the biggest amnesia hangover ever. Which was particularly concerning since her last memory was on a mission as an undercover paralegal three constellations away. But it turned out that that's just how lawyers do. Fucking lawyers.

Being teleported somewhere because of an out of control ritual sounded more dumb than implausible. Also kind of flattering? After all, it meant that she was notable enough to be kidnapped, which was, like obviously, but still, flattering.

But damn, this place was a backwater shithold. No space travel? Only like half of the city even had electricity? She was half surprised they had bathrooms. And yet... a voice in her head kept nagging at her. This is your chance. No Landfall. No Wreath. No war. But at what cost?

In speaking of cost-

"The fuck is a juulan?" Of course they wouldn't just take fucking credits. They have some kind of stupid metal coin they use. Great. Sure, it's not like her bank account was overflowing, but at the very least she had enough in there to buy food. Probably.

"Look-" she said, gesturing at the Kedan at the food stand with a spidery arm that came out from underneath her skirt, "Just spot me a fucking slug dog, I'll pay you back tomorrow." It was very unlikely she was gonna pay him (her?) back tomorrow.

Comments

any sector;

[problematical]

It's hard not to stare at someone so different, especially coming from a world where humans were the only species in the 'Verse (and Reavers didn't count, but she didn't want to think about Reavers don't think don't think don't think) but the way River is staring isn't in revulsion or fear, merely open curiosity. She's been in Keeliai long enough not to be too taken aback by physical appearance.

"That's not supposed to be something you just say," she says, adjusting the strap of a messenger bag over her shoulder. She has Hotel errands to run, but this is taking up the entirety of her attention at the moment. "You shouldn't say things just to say them."

[spiderforhire]

"Are you talking to me, small creepy child?" River was more of a young woman but she definitely gave off more of a creepy child vibe.

"Are you getting all freaked out with my 'cursing'? Cuz I don't say 'fuck' just to say it, I say it because I like to emphasize my points. It's my favorite adjective, verb and noun."

[problematical]

"Not that," River said, rolling her eyes and seeming, like someone had thrown a switch, exactly like a normal teenage girl. Besides, she heard far worse things than that just being aboard Serenity.

"The part about paying them back."

[spiderforhire]

"So what, you're not allowed to talk about money here? Or there's just some kind of taboo about money lending? Not that I give a shit either way, mind you."

[problematical]

"Liar liar," River singsonged. "Also you forgot to get dressed this morning."

[spiderforhire]

Wow. She wasn't sure which thing to be more pretend offended at.

"Okay, brat. I think it's time you scrammed."

[problematical]

River shrugged, seemingly unconcerned by the 'suggestion', while the shopkeeper was evidently still weighing the merits of continuing his transaction or just writing this off as a Foreigner-related loss.

"Ah... about the..." the shopkeeper began.

[spiderforhire]

"Right, thanks-" The Stalk said, reaching out to grab a thing of whatever it was he was selling. She started to walk off before he could react, calling back over her shoulder. "Thanks! I owe you one!"