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GUISE. Last night, I dreamed that the cast of Firefly had to find its way through the mines of Moria. Gimli was happily making miniature buildings out of pipe cleaners and Jayne was wearing a fez. It was pretty inspiring.

Um, but unfortunately, that's not what this fic is about. Maybe next time.


Title: Color of Graciousness
Pairing: possibly some vague, one-sided, deranged River/Simon
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don’t own ’em, making no profit off ’em, etc.
Word Count: 4,724
Summary: Administration continued making up claims to restrict their contact with the outside world and, River realized with shameful belatedness, transform the school into an isolation chamber.

Notes:: I felt like speculating about what it might have been like as things were progressing at the Academy (aside from the forced assassin training and wearing of ugly bodysuits). Chinese and Russian translations are in mouseover.

Link: Color of Graciousness