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Beaming down to a new planet, getting off the station... Wash was bouncing on the spot while waiting. Of course, having to pick outfits before they could go out had proved to be... amusing. It took him a long time to finally decide on a costume that covered pretty much everything - and had no tights, much to Zoe's amusement.

When they eventually found their way out into the streets, Wash was staring at everything, taking it all in. So much going on, so many people.

He turned to look at Zoe, holding onto her hand. "So, plans, bao bei?"

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Zoe is already decidedly not amused by what she's wearing. It's a gorram dress alright. Though, she will say that the colors are pretty. She just feels ridiculous. But, now she's holding onto Wash's hand, and she can't help but blink a little.

"Wouldn't even know where to start," she admits. "You figure we're really on our own here?"

But Wash was utterly smitten with how Zoe looked in her dress, though that could have been helped by the corset she was wearing - which had been an interesting experience in putting on. Either way, he kept sneaking glances at her.

"Figure we are," he agreed, moving out of the way of a laughing couple who were running down the street. "What kind of place is this that people dress up like this?" he wondered.

"Dunno. But if we're stuck here, should probably start lookin' for a place to live, right?"

Zoe notices, almost instantly, that people are pausing to look at her, some leaning back and speaking behind hands.

"Alright. This is a mite unsettlin'."

"You think we're gonna be here that long?" Wash asked, looking at her, surprised. That thought simply hadn't occurred to him.

He glanced at Zoe, then at the people round about them, noting their response. "Did we put the clothes on wrong?" he leaned in, whispering to her.

"Don't know, but what the hell do we really know about anythin' Wash? Would rather be prepared."

Then, she looks at her dress, comparing it to how she sees other women dressed, and she looks at him doing the same. "No..."

And then, a man hands her a flower, bows, and walks away.

Zoe just stands there, completely perplexed.

"Need money for that," Wash pointed out the obvious. "An' they ain't gave us any." Not that it would be a huge problem. Given the pair of them, they could 'acquire' money if needed, though Wash would really like to wait a few hours before resorting to criminal activities.

He stared in bemusement at the actions of the man, who had vanished after giving her the flower, then looked at Zoe and burst out laughing.

Zoe looks at the flower, then at her husband, then whacks him with the petals. "Are you kiddin' me?" she says, looking over her shoulder.

"Is that it? They're whisperin' 'cause I'm in this gorram ridiculous dress?"

No one ever whispered over her, and the only person who ever wanted her wasn't exactly subtle when he tried wooing her with dinosaur jokes.

"To be fair, you do look stunning in that dress," Wash pointed out. "An' your hair is more on display, an' you ain't wearing one of those masks..." He trailed off, giving her a bright grin.

She looked amazing.

"You're enjoyin' this too much, husband," she warns, though she does step closer to him.

"Alright, you pick where we go first. Personally, I could use some food I don't have to beg for."

"Me?" Wash said, giving her an innocent look. "I know better than to do that."

He looked around, then chose a direction. "Let's go that way. Try an' find some food, somethin' fresh."

Zoe walks with him, an arm around his waist. And she has to admit, this isn't like anything she's ever seen before.

"All the years you been flyin'...you ever come across somethin' like this?"

At this point, she's adamant about not putting on one of those masks. It's a step too far for her.

Wash was aware they were getting looks as they walked, but really, he didn't care. He was used to people staring, mostly at Zoe if he was being honest.

"Nope. Ain't ever seen anything like this. It kind of reminds me of Persephone, a little."

"A little. Ain't quite as...fast paced as Persephone." She's thinking though, eyes taking in what she can.

"You see any fuel stations? Any other ships? Any aircraft at all?"

"Don't need to. I can tell you that there ain't nothing with an engine here," Wash said quietly. "Atmo smells wrong. No pollution in it." Given he was brought up on a planet was covered in pollution, he could smell the difference anytime they set down anywhere that wasn't industralized.

"Alright. So that means other than that space station, we ain't goin' anywhere." Probably meant no feds, too. If they were even in the right time which she's starting to doubt.

"Maybe we find out what year it is first," she decides. Could give us an idea of what planet we're on."

"Probably no way to contact anyone either," Wash said, looking around. "I ain't seen nothing like a computer terminal. Even on backworlds there's some kind of link to a computer somewhere obvious near a docking point."

He constantly looks around, at the people, at the architecture, at everything. "How we goin' to do that?"