Ladies and gentlemen, mesdames et messieurs, I present, for your delectation and delight, a bona-fide
old-school summary of the Grand Adventures Of Boxy.
*****Just about three weeks ago, the crew of
Serenity received a
transmission from one Andronicus J. Crowley. Everyone's favourite demonic CEO makes them an offer they can't refuse, involving both getting copies of River Tam's medical records to advanced medical research facilities, and taking a certain cheery mechanic to a ball. A shindig, one might say.
Everybody (even
Zoe) being a sucker for a cushy, all-expenses-paid on-world stay, the crew
touch down about a week later, on Friday. Crowley's
pad is just as luxurious as one might imagine, and his guests are understandably pleased. Mal, in particular, makes some
good use of the facilities.
That afternoon, Crowley and Kaylee
hit Lavinia's shopping district, with the goal of getting young Miss Frye shinyfied for the party. And after a long day's highly enjoyable consumerism, Crowley kicks back in the evening with some
light reading. That... proves to be somewhat less enjoyable.
Saturday arrives, the day of the party, and before heading out, Simon and Kaylee have
little talk. The
party itself, however, gets off to a rather good start. Unfortunately, it all goes downhill rather fast, even as the Tam siblings are obliviously enjoying themselves
elsewhere. After the party, Kaylee returns to
rain on this parade, utterly ignorant of
certain tricks Crowley may have up his sleeve. And thus, Boxy is born.
Sunday morning, a crew in various stages of grogginess and/or contentment
board Serenity once more, and take off.
Some days later, Crowley and Boxy touch down...
somewhere not Milliways, that's for certain. There's a familiar face waiting for them, though, and the next morning, Prior Fell of Southdown Abbey has
words with Gabriel Tam. Crowley, naturally, is
anxious to know how it went. He comes to a decision, of sorts, but nevertheless pays a brief
visit to Mr. Tam's chambers, in order to leave River's father a...
reading assignment, as it were. Andronicus Crowley, you are a rat bastard. And later that night, the demon and the Prior...
reflect.
After another few days' transit, Crowley and Gabriel find themselves back on Lavinia, with a
call to make.
Cut to: Milliways. Where the Tams and Kaylee, after receiving said call, are now
in the bar. Crowley -
Anthony Crowley,
our Crowley - is there, too. Which is rather unfortunate, considering who picks that precise moment to
walk through the front door. All things considered, the conversation goes... better than it could have.
Which, it should be pointed out, does not necessarily mean 'well'.
Andronicus Crowley, once more consigned to the metaphorical waiting room, is again anxious to know how events proceeded.
Not that he's going to ask Gabriel that.
*****
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