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The whole time they're performing their final descent to Muir, Wash keeps expecting something to go wrong.

It's not just the typical 'this is Serenity, of course something's going to go wrong' paranoia, either. It's been six months since their stay at Southdown; six months of waves back and forth, of grudging explanations why work isn't taking them out toward the Athens system. He's gotten used to disappointment. It's having things go in his favor that's such a weird and unexpected experience.

It's a good thing the docks outside Dunbar don't have any quirks to their docking protocol, because with the way Wash rushes through the landing and shutdown checklist, he'd completely miss it and get them shot out of the sky.

Date: 2006-06-05 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com
Zoe follows down the ramp, slowly and carefully, coming to a stop next to Wash.

The grin that spreads across her face as Anneliese hugs her brother is still in place as Zoe glances towards Keane and Phoebe.

"Well. Nĭ hăo."

Date: 2006-06-05 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com
Zoe hugs back, as well as she can with the bulge in between them. "Hey, you."

Date: 2006-06-05 02:55 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] badinlatin
"...right behind ya, Wash," Mal grins.

No holster today, and that should probably say more to Wash than his family, really. It's too hot for his browncoat, and the purple suspenders are hidden away somewhere. No need to scare the Washburnes on their first day with the crew.

"Hi. I'm Mal Reynolds."

Date: 2006-06-05 03:04 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (smile that crinkles at the corners)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal is just as enthusiastic, Wash's comment completely ignored.

"Absolutely. It'll be nice to be able to talk to someone who didn't grow up with the same riding and tack that I did, learn somethin' new in the process. Do you use braided reins, 'cause I always found..."

What follows is most likely entirely comprehensible to Anneliese, but is quickly worded and probably gibberish to most of the others around.

Date: 2006-06-05 03:24 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal is still grinning - something about styles of pommels - when he takes Keane's hand.

"Mr. Washburne," Mal replies, before turning to Wash's mother, who does a very good job of encircling Mal in a hug and catching Mal unawares.

"Ouf...Hello."

Date: 2006-06-05 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com
Zoe leans into the curve of Wash's arm, still beaming, and casts a brief glance over his shoulder towards the ship.

"Rest o' th' crew's about somewhere--reckon you'll meet 'em if we hang around long enough."

Which they certainly aren't in a hurry to do anything else, her expression says.

Date: 2006-06-05 04:08 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (i can kill you with my brain)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
River's head appears around the edge of the doorway. Her attention wanders, caught by half a dozen things, as is usually the case in a new place; it's not too long, though, before she settles for peering at the Washburnes. (At Keane's mustache, in particular.)

Date: 2006-06-05 04:29 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (study the steps)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
River says something to him -- in his direction, anyway, so it's probably to him. It's solemn; it's also inaudible from this distance.

Her eyes cut to Anneliese, and back, and fix on Wash.

Then she slips out from the doorway and takes the first step down the ramp. (Wearing boots. Simon insisted.) She's smiling, just a little.

Date: 2006-06-05 04:35 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] simon_doctor
Simon's not far behind her, casting a quick glance around before his gaze settles on the Washburnes.

Date: 2006-06-05 04:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com
Zoe looks back towards where he Tams stand, broad smile still in place.

"You two gonna come be sociable?"

And the unspoken message there is they're safe, because Zoe wouldn't be trying to cajole the Tams out of Serenity if they weren't.

Date: 2006-06-05 05:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] river_meimei
"I'm trying to avoid stepping on the minnows," River informs Zoe placidly, and continues to drift down the ramp towards the group.

Date: 2006-06-06 04:45 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Simon is hanging back a little behind River.

And Kaylee is hanging back a little behind Simon. Only she's not wary, or distracted; her smile is warm.

Because: Wash's folks. And if they produced Wash...it's got to be all right.

Date: 2006-06-06 05:02 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (hee hee hee)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
"Hey," says Kaylee, laughing a little. "Gaoxing jiandao ni -- and I don't think I got to tell you how shiny it is workin' with Wash, but I figure I ought to tell you that it's plain as day he comes from good folks. And -- it's an honor."

The good humor barely keeps it from being a speech.

Date: 2006-06-09 03:48 am (UTC)
gonna_live: (private smile)
From: [personal profile] gonna_live
Which makes her blush, a little. "Well. Xiexie ni. And -- thanks for havin' us. It's real good to be here, finally."

Date: 2006-06-09 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com
Zoe grins, one arm loosely around Wash's waist.

"Oh, I think we might be able t' find a few."

The slight background hum of nervousness and tension that she's resigned herself to living with until Naomi's born is still there. But it's already hard to believe she was ever nervous about meeting these people.

And there's an evening ahead of family, and food, and probably as many embarrassing childhood anecdotes as Wash will put up with.

But most of all, family.

It is, as a certain old friend might have said, very well.

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