[The Red Muse]

Jammer followed #7 slig to the RR.
He waited outside for the flying slig to leave and then slipped in.

He didn't recognize neither Jayne or RM at first.

Jammer: "Oi! You, mud! Who's the loser that #7 slug brought in? And what the hell happened to him...her...it?"
He coudln't resist the urge to scratch his armpits after saying that. He let out a pleased sigh as he stopped scratching and placed his red-tinted eyes upon Jayne, waiting for an answer.

--------> RM <--------

It was all dark. He could hear voices around him, but he was too weak to reply. Infact, he was too weak even to open his eyes. He knew he should go to sleep, but one of the voices, the one that didn't come from afar, was very familiar.
It was relaxing and full of love.

RM's thoughts: "... I'll challege a scarb into a dancing contest if that voice turns out to be Jammer's... Eeesh!"

He continued listening.

RM's Thoughts: "That voice...so angelic... Reminds me of..."

RM winced mentally.

"...Jayne!?"

Suddenly he had the need to see if it was true- to see with his own eyes that it was Jayne. He opened his eyes slowly and all he could see was a blurry image of a mudokon infront of him.

RM: "...Jayne?"

-------> back to Jammer <------

Jammer was just about to light a cigar when RM voice piped out. His cigar dropped to the ground and the large slig looked at his wounded little parter dumfounded.

Jammer: "Weed?! What the in blue hell's name are you doing in here?"

((OOC: Sorry to leave it like this, but I'm in of a rush...))