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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]

[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]

[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.]

[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.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

Dude, I'm telling you it doesn't matter who did it, alright? I fight my own goddamn battles thank you very much.

[Feels good to get pissed off at someone that isn't Ripa or herself, after all that.]

What's that noise? Where the hell are you going?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Heh. Yeah, yeah.

You tell me who and I'll tell you where I'm going.

[Is that sarcasm? Why yes it is. Mordecai's voice practically reeks of it.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

God FUCKING dammit Mordecai, I'm serious!

[Raging at being handwaved, and getting worked uuuup.]

It. Doesn't. Matter.

Okay!?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Getting Lilith all angry and swearing always puts him in a better mood. Mordecai takes a moment to laugh at her reaction.]

You sound like shit. What, you take a hit to the throat or something?

[Hey, he's not asking 'who' anymore.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[Everything about her change of tone screams FUCK YOU.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Lips taking an upwards turn. This here Mordecai be grinning.]

Now we're getting somewhere. What'd he hit you with?

[This sniper has neglected the elevator in exchange for a nice walk via the stairs. His voice probably has a bit of an echo to it.]

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

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

[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.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[She notices the echo, and she can hear the smile. The line goes quiet, and then-- KRSSHHH. Someone hasn't been treating her room very nicely.]

Do I have to make a LIST?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

You hear 'em too, huh?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[The crash earns yet another low chuckle. Mordecai is still annoyed with the voices that continue to call out as he moves and he's quietly plotting to take a butter knife and cut out the spleen of whoever it was that hurt Lilith so bad...

But having her break shit because of him is always entertaining.

Besides, he's pushing the stairwell door open and starting down the hallway towards her room.]

I'll save you the trouble. Open up.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

I don't work for free.

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

[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.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Mikaela.

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

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

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