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[bastardbytrade]

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?]

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[onlyajackass.livejournal.com]

I know who to call next time I get in a jam.

[Heyyyy Mordecai! It's your bff, Gippal again. :D]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Oh crap, not you 8|]

Sure, come over and I'll fix you right up.

[Tone suggests his methods of 'fixing' aren't exactly kind.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

Voices again.

[The hallucinatory stint they all went through was just sooo fun. And she wasn't even in this much pain back then; Lilith sounds rough, raw, like a cheese grater got shoved down her throat.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause. Mordecai frowns at the comm.]

At least it's different to last time. Speaking of which, what the hell happened to yours?

[You hear no concern here.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Lilith is torn. On the one hand, she wants to whine. On the other, she doesn't want him to get curious, come to her room, and see what the fuck is up. Attention Whore Syndrome gets the better of her, and will for as long as he doesn't get ideas.]

I feel like shit, is what happened to it. Fucking bastard didn't play by the rules of the game.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He should of known the answer to that question before he asked it.]

Who?

[His tone is low. Mordecai's anger is barely in check.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[... The anger is surprising, even though Lilith wouldn't deny that "fucking with team" was "fucking with her".]

Don't get your panties all bunched up, I'm gonna get him back.

[When her face stops looking like a crime scene and she, er, finds a fashionable eyepatch. Her vanity has taken a serious blow and Lilith doesn't know how to deal with it, so she's barely able to pretend that nothing is off there. At least over the comms. Nothing will be said of the hysteria she'd had after getting a mirror. (All in pieces by now, several times over when they regenerate.)]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai growls in response.]

Who, Lilith? I don't fucking care if you get them back or not, just tell me who.

[Either way, he's heading for her room right now and ignoring the pleas for help along the way.]

Dammit. Shut up already.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

And here I t'ought we could count on joo fuh anytin'.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

I don't work for free.

[He sounds a little amused though his words are entirely serious.]

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

How 'bout a friendly pat on da back? Dat do it fuh jah?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Just a pat on the back?

I'm crushed. From you, I expected a hug at least.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Well...alright. But only because I like jah.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[AWW SHUCKS. He chuckles at that.]

I knew it. I still want cash though.

[hadalotofsugar.livejournal.com]

When do we ever know what's going on?

[These voices are starting to really get on his nerves, so King sounds snappy.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Good point, but not what I'm after.

What's got you so pissed off?

[His tone suggests that yes, King, Mordecai is mocking you.]

[hadalotofsugar.livejournal.com]

No one's done anything, if that's what you're wondering.

[King pauses for a moment.]

It's like having thousands of tiny bees in my ears. Except I don't have the satisfaction of smashing the bees and then making them shut up.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause on this side of the comm as well, and then burst of laughter. Here Mordecai had been expecting bitching and whining of some sort, but that response was just lovely.]

Freakin' classic. I couldn't of put it better myself.

[Oddly enough, King just got himself some genuine approval.]

So no one set it off. Huh. Have you heard anything on shutting it up?

[hadalotofsugar.livejournal.com]

[King grins, though Mordecai can't see it.] Hey, I'm just telling it like it is.

[He shakes his head, making a small frustrated noise.]

Crew haven't said anything, or really even shown their faces since this started. As for shutting it up, people are talking about seeing if someone actually needs help, but its just talk so far.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Typical.

How convinient that the crew vanish when the crap starts. Talking about doing stuff is easier than actually doing it.

[He's starting to get edgy. Mordecai might just help out this time. For free]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

You hear 'em too, huh?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Mikaela.

Sounds like everyone does. What're they saying to you?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Like...people...crying for help or something. It's freaky.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, nods at the comm and sighs.]

The same shit I've been hearing then. It's damn annoying.

...You're not scared are you?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

It is.

[She snorts.]

Are you kidding me? This is peas compared to the crap I've dealt with here and back home. [Though...this is freaky, ngl. She starts grinning.]

Why, you wanna come comfort me or something?