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[The comm clicks on.]

House. I'll take you to Carnival.

[He's heard the report from Lilith and Roland about the last carnival visit and doesn't agree with Vincent stating who stays and who goes. This is an important task, and without a medic or better still, a doctor, the whole venture seems pointless.]

Anyone else that wants to tag along can, but I'm not gonna be watching your back unless you're useful for the mission.

Come at your own risk. It'll be dangerous, always is. The sooner we kick off, the better.

[There's a click in the background. Mordecai is reloading his rifle.]

Vincent, do what you want. We're going in regardless.

[Click! He's gone.]

[The feed kicks in to the low laugh of Mordecai. He's pretty darn amused, and judging by the video stream is crashed back in his own bed with the camera facing away from him.]

I got it, I got it.

[Another chuckle. The camera turns to face him. Morde's missing his shirt as well as his mask and is grinning into the comm. It's pretty clear that he's trying not to crack the hell up laughing.

Lilith's voice cuts through the sound.]

What are you doing with your comm? You're not doing what I think you're doing.

Boat. I have an announcement to make. Lilith is a fat ass.

[The camera turns to Lilith, who stands at the foot of the bed looking most unhappy. She's got a tank top on, panties, socks and... appears to be trying to pull Mordecai's pants on and is failing to get them over her hips. It pays to be a skinny bastard.]

You bitch!

[As Mordecai cracks the hell up laughing, the Siren lunges for him, still wearing his pants as best she can. The feed cuts out.]

[The comm clicks on to a lovely view of the ceiling in Sergei's. There's a fumble, a muttered cuss and then Mordecai's unmasked face appears on the screen.]

Ahh shit. I didn't want this video crap.

[Please hold while he grumbles to himself and downs the remnants of his glass.]

Booze and pool tables at Sergei's. Life is good. How about you all cut the whiny shit and just... run with it.

[Yeah, he's... drunk. But that's nothing new now is it? Mordecai snickers and cuts off the feed.]

(ooc: Captain Doucheface over here is at the bar. Come annoy him! He's a real people person. 8D)

[The comm clicks on and Mordecai's rather dry growl of a voice is heard.]

I guess I should speak up before this freakin' thing starts spraying water again.

[He hopes it's water anyway.]

Seems we've got a few new prisoners. Guess what? You ain't going home.

[Idle conversation has never been his thing. Mordecai cuts the transmission.]

I haven't been paying much attention to the chaos lately. What the hell is going on?

[Mordecai's been chilling out at crustacian cove and mostly keeping to himself since he went and got himself killed. He's relaxing more than he usually allows and rather enjoying being off the ship.

Until of course his comm sprays him in the face with water. With an angry scowl he snarls into the comm.]

I'm not fucking talking right now.

[That said, he clicks it off and promptly throws the comm to land with his boots, vest, mask and shield that have been neglected on the sand behind him. He's just gonna sit and soak up the silence. It's been too long since Mordecai has had a chance to just... stop.]

(ooc: come ruin his silence. kick sand at him. tackle him. spill your drink on him. HE'D LOVE YOU FOR IT REALLY. 8D)

That could of gone better.

If anyone finds my shield, I want the damn thing back. It's Anshin, high-capacity.

[There's a pause before he growls the rest of his message, clearly unhappy with what his comrade has been telling people.]

Don't believe every damn thing you hear.

[Grumbling complete.]

(ooc: Mordecai is missing his boots, pants, faded blue t-shirt, armored vest and more importantly, his shield.)

[Mordecai's unhappy growl sounds a little more pissed off than usual. However, he keeps his voice even as he speaks his request.]

I need a medic. Deck 11, Room 2458.

What the crap?

[My goodness, doesn't Mordecai sound thrilled with the addition of whispering voices pleading for help.]

I don't want to help shit. Get out of my head and get off my comm.

[That's right voices, he's talking to you.]

The rest of you, what the hell is going on?

[WHAT DID YOU PASSENGERS DO NOW?]

You people are so damn noisy.

[Comm click, Mordecai's growly voice fills the airwaves.]

What the hell is up with the giant birds at the racetrack?

[No. Really. He's a little thrown off by them being there.]

[Squiiiirt! Mordecai just got hit in the eye with a squirt of water from his comm.]

What the-- The fuck is going on!?

Stupid piece of shit! [A loud thud is heard as the comm gets tossed across the table]

You want me to talk, huh Captain? I'll talk when I damn well feel like it.

[Oh doesn't he sound thrilled with the water spray.]

I can't see shit, but from listening in to what people say on this damn thing, I've gotten off lightly.

[Breathing is heavy. Mordecai is having a bit of trouble keeping it together.]

Should of known this would happen--

[Sharp inhale, like a gasp.]

What the fuck was-- Bloodwing!? Is that you boy? Lilith!? Where the hell are you?!

[[ooc: Mordecai was a Lookout, so he's blind. Also has a few little sound based hallucinations happening, namely a rush of wings flapping past his head. He might be seen ducking from nothing and cringing away cursing Rakks and Skags. Throw in the mouth filter fail and we've got ourselves one very paranoid, very insecure Mordecai.

Also. His mask is off. 8D]]

[and through the scratchy sounds of him messing with the comm, Mordecai's dry growling voice is heard]

Alright, what is this shit? Prison? [sarcastic chuckle goes here] You think you can keep me here? HAH!

Tannis, if you're somehow involved in this I promise I will have your head mounted on my wall before the day is over. I don't care how much you pay.

[more scratching, a few thuds as he moves around the room]

By the way, the room sucks. [pause] And where the HELL is Bloodwing?! [raaaah the sniper is angry]