1920s - “So, what are we doing?” “Crime!”
After fighting in the trenches of the Great War, Malcolm Reynolds and Zoe Washburne open a restaurant in Manhattan. Serenity’s a bit dingy and a lot disreputable-looking, but it is a front for a speakeasy and other not-so-legal enterprises. Jayne Cobb’s intimidatin’ person makes public relations a breeze, and no one on the East Coast is half the getaway driver Hoban “Wash” Washburne is. Kaylee Frye’s young, but she’s a genius when comes to keeping Serenity running. Good thing too, no one else has a clue how restaurants and speakeasies work. Inara Serra lends the operation some respectability. Can’t be too bad a place if you’ve got a talented jazz singer, right? Things get a little complicated when the Tam siblings come crashing through with the Bureau of Investigation hot on their heels. Simon gave up a glittering surgical career to break River out of a fancy government-funded boarding school upstate. He says they were messing with her mind. Whether or not that’s true, she’s definitely a bit in the way of Zelda Fitzgerald. It’s a heap of trouble, but the crew doesn’t have to explain gunshot wounds to nosy nurses anymore. For some reason, Derrial Book’s hanging around, and he knows an awful lot about shady folk and their ways for a pastor. Not much they can do about that: the guy’s a real help. Still, it ain’t easy. Plans never go smooth and it’s a bit too easy to catch a bullet between the eyes, especially when everyone in town thinks you’re a man of honor in a den of thieves. But at the end of the day, after they’ve outrun cops and outgunned competition, they still got Serenity. It ain’t much, but it’s enough.
I like this very much.
can we just talk about this photo of david tennant
Yes, yes we can.
I like how no one is talking about it. We’re just mindlessly reblogging it.
Man ballet really doesn’t get the respect it deserves for what a badass, hardcore art form it is.
Everyone is hotter with waistcoats and glasses, imho.
But dude should be wearing gloves while handling that book.
Agree with you on the outfit.
Disagree on the gloves. (Misperceptions about White Gloves — I work in a research archive; we get questions about this a lot.) Having the book open on display under constant artificial light, on the other hand… ::shudder::
Mostly reblogging for one of my lurker friends who will find him aesthetically pleasing.
And ‘cause Dwight’s just great.