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Malcolm Reynolds ([personal profile] canttakemysky) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2012-03-26 07:55 pm (UTC)

[ Every planet that's been terraformed has its own little quirks. As for the particular backwoods moon on which Mal had been delivering some unspecified cargo? Aphrodisiac plants. Poisonous ones that could drive the mind mad with lust if certain urges were not fulfilled, but only in a small percentage of individuals. None of the crew seemed to be showing any signs of effect, and the job was done, so it was time to leave.

Unfortunately for Mal, even now that he's back on Serenity, a small bit of pollen that drifted onto his coat during his time planetside was enough to put him under the weather. And now, he's burning up with fever, a cold sweat forming on his forehead as he leans over the railing overlooking the cargo hold. The rest of the crew is either asleep or at their stations, but Mal forgets that Inara kind of sort of has to go through the cargo hold to get back to her shuttle anyway.

He mutters under his breath, fists tensing around the railing.
]

Zhè shì yī gè máfan de dàbiàn fēngbào.

[ He's very strongly considering making a trip to the medbay. He's convinced himself it's just a fever. That unnatural longing he's feeling? Simply pent-up frustration about the way things have been going recently. That's his story, and he's sticking to it. ]

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