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]

"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."