Unpopcorning of Zoe Washburne

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

((All firefly muns have been alerted and some plotted with. Zoe doesn't remember any of her days at Hogwarts before. Also, hi! Knitmeapony here!))

So, butter.

There were always things you missed, things that just didn't keep on a ship. And you'd get to missing them so much that you would even get a craving for the fake stuff, when you got it on the ship. Butter was one of Zoe's weaknesses, just a fresh pat melting into oatmeal or bread or rice. Got so bad she wouldn't mind the fake stuff, even if it was a bit orange and oozed into everything.

Still. Didn't mean a woman wanted to be covered in it.

She examined herself, examined the room, and decided job one was to get the stuff out of her boot.

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[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

A sympathetic smile. Here? Might have been hell. At least in the middle of nowhere.

"It's... in Scotland?" I offered with a slight shrug, raising my eyebrows. Here's to hoping she wouldn't freak. I seemed to be dropping that bomb a lot lately. "Weird, I know. People pop up here all the time, though. So I'm guessing you don't remember anything?"

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

Yeah, seemed like a real nice girl, like Kaylee. Zoe relaxed just a fraction.

"Scotland." She tasted the word. "Haven't heard of a place called that. What moon that on?"

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

Huh? Moons? My smile was turning a little confused now, as my eyebrows furrowed with the obvious question. "It's... not on a moon," I replied slowly. Did she even know where she was right now? I'm supposing not. "It's a country. On Earth?"

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

Earth. Like Earth-That-Was? The place before? Hell, if that all was a lie too, Zoe was going to be mighty upset. "... huh." She peered around at the stones. "Suppose I should ask when it is, too."

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

When? ...Actually. "I... can't exactly answer that..." What was the date. Hell, I was thinking 2004, but who knew at this rate? Tomkat? "What... year do you come from?" Hey, who knew? Pirates and admirals...?

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

"2517, by our reckonning."

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

"Two-thou-tuh-whattah?"

That was most certainly not a word, but... damn. That was a little different than I was thinking! Maybe a few years in advance, yeah, but five hundred years into the future? "So you're from... wow," I mumbled, rubbing at my head. "That... you are a long way off."

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

"... when am I?" She was ready for a lot of answers. The past would make sense. Earth-That-Was and all.

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

"Last time I checked?" I replied in a feeble sort of voice, and quirked my mouth into a smile that probably clearly stated, 'oh, shit'. "2004." I was probably a bit off on that, wasn't I? I needed to find the date. I really needed to know if my dad had murdered all of Neptune by now in wake of my absence.

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

... oh. Huh. Her face didnt' register any kind of surprise or worry. Just a slight lifting of her eyebrows. "Well, that'd explain things."

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, that was. ...Odd. ...No freaking out, though I was fairly sure that was a bonus. Either that, or she was going to leave this room and go fire shots from the clock tower. Hmm.

"Explain... what things?" I replied slowly, cocking my head slightly; that questioning way Weevil always mocked. "If you don't mind my asking."

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

"This place don't really look like any place I was before." She wiped down her hands and gave the towel back to Veronica. "This your place?"

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

"Makes sense. You know. Being... that far off," I replied. Rather lamely, I will admit. And... huh? My place? I let out a slight laugh. "Oh, no. God no. Me? I can barely afford PacSun (http://shop.pacsun.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/StoreCatalogDisplay?storeId=10001&catalogId=10001&langId=-1)." And pause. Five hundred years in the future, Veronica, hello. "That... probably makes no sense to you at all." Idiot. "Never mind. But no. Not loaded enough to have a whole castle to myself. It's a school."

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

"I figured it out," she said, dryly, checking herself over, examining her weapon. Great. That was buttered too. She sighed. "School. Huh. All right. You know a lot of folks around here?"

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

Hello, gun. I was suddenly glad for mass amounts of butter. Never thought those words would be coming out of my mouth. "Not particularly," I admitted, rubbing at my arm. "Mostly my boyfriend and my dog. Couple other people I've met. I... wasn't too far off from your position a couple weeks ago. Sooo."

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

She popped out the bullets and pocketed them -- those for sure would be all right in the end. Boyfriend and dog -- that's kind of sweet. She stretched a little to get her joints nice and in place and put the empty gun back in its holster. "Never heard of a man named Captain Reynolds, have you?"

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

"Captain Reynolds?"

The name sounded familiar. I had, of course, gotten a roster of all of the students at the school (for investigation purposes only, I swear) (okay, and maybe a little for myself), and I was fairly sure there'd been a 'Reynolds' on it. "First name 'Mal'?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows. "I think he's even in my house."

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

Good. Right. Excellent. The Cap was here. Her shoulders relaxed just an inch. "That's the man. What house?"

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

Hey, relaxing a little. I like that. "Gryffindor," I replied with a nod, balling up the buttered towel. "It's got a big painting of a fat chick in front of it. You can't miss it."